Melissa's Summertime Madness

By: thatguy22

PART 1

The noise of a crowded mall on an early summer weekend faded into the storefront. There Melissa, a fair skinned, green-eyed, brunette in her early-thirties was shopping in preparations for an upcoming vacation. The store she's in specialized in clothing specifically for Big Women. No, not plus sized. Big Women were special. Born with a genetic predisposition to grow well beyond average height and carry weight without experiencing the common medical challenges of excessive size like knee or back pain, or heart or lung problems, Big Women could almost be considered an advancement in human evolution. There were enough in the world that products and services were made to cater specifically to them. 

However, their normal presence did not mean that everyone in society was fully accepting of their differences. As Melissa examined a flower print dress that would surely accentuate her stunning, but massive figure, standing at 8'6” and weighing well over 650 lbs. (think lady Dimitrescu, but thicker). Like most Big Women, Melissa shared a common physical build of long legs with a relatively short torso, with most of her weight settling in her chest, hips, butt and thighs, while still appearing fairly proportional in relation to arms, calves and midsection. The truth is Melissa was big (fat) even among Big Women. While shopping, she overheard not too subtle snickering and laughter coming from outside the store in the mall common area. 

“Look, look” an unidentified voice rang out. “It's the hippo house.”

Melissa subtly turned to identify the source of the voice. There she saw a group of young men standing against a railing and laughing incessantly. They were apparently recent high school graduates as evidenced by a “class of” t-shirt, several university hoodies, and a 4 year letterman jacket among them. 

“I mean look at that brown-haired chick, she's as big as a house. Picking out dresses,” the voice scoffed. “She's better off shopping at a parachute store!”

Melissa was no stranger to insults. She understood that she was different, but it had been a long time since she heard someone be so brazen towards a person of her stature. Training her focus on the group more intensely, she identified the source of the voice as a young man with dirty blonde hair. She chuckled to herself upon seeing him. He couldn't have stood more than 5’ tall and was a twig of a boy. The other young men around him stood at average heights and sizes. Melissa concluded the young blonde was probably targeting her to make up for his own “shortcomings.” She let out a more pronounced laugh at her own pun. 

As she did so the young man made eye contact with her, realizing she was looking right at him. Immediately his face contorted from smiles and laughter to a sneer. 

“What the fuck are you looking at?” He muttered so quietly that those around him couldn't hear it.  

While not loud enough, Melissa could tell by his expression what he was saying. She faux gasped in shock at the boy's flash of anger, but couldn't maintain character as she broke into more pronounced laughter. Melissa couldn't help but find it funny that this little man was seemingly trying to intimidate her, a woman many times his size. 

Seething at her reaction, the blonde boy repeated himself, this time shouting his question, leaving no doubt what he meant or who he was talking to. “What the Fuck are you looking at?!”

His friends went silent. “Hey man, chill.” A friend tried to calm him. 

“No man, this fat bitch thinks something’s funny,” he snapped back. 

Melissa observed silently as the boy's friends tried to calm him and began to pull him away from the storefront. They didn't require much effort to drag him away, as he appeared more like a toddler than a young adult. 

“Why are you like this, Eric,” an exasperated voice came from among the scrum.

As the blonde, who's name was apparently Eric, was dragged away, Melissa observed a wallet attached to the young man by a chain break free thanks to his flailing, and fell to the ground. Seeing that none of them had noticed this, Melissa quickly collected the item and returned to the store.  The wallet contained a debit card, an unused condom, and the boy's ID. Melissa rolled her eyes at the contents but her interest was piqued by his ID card.

“Eric L. Russell
5’0”
103 lbs”

He had turned 18 years of age that February. 

What really stood out was his address. It was only a few blocks from where Melissa lived. Suddenly, she felt a stir just below her midsection and a shiver rose up her spine. Her mind began to race, imagining how she could show this boy the error of his ways. Given his size, attitude and proximity, for the first time in a long while, Melissa allowed herself to entertain the thoughts of her dominant side. Finishing up shopping for vacation. Melissa decided to make a brief stop at the hardware store before heading home. 

“Fucking ‘big women!’ Why do they even exist?” Eric muttered to himself as he entered his home several hours after his outburst at the mall. Eric had an unreasonable hatred of Big Women, mostly born out of his own feeling of inadequacy and resentfulness for being below average in size. An only child Eric was spending his post-high school June home alone while his parents traveled in Europe for the month. Emptying his pockets and patting himself down, Eric's stomach dropped, realizing his wallet was missing. For good measure, he examined the chain it was supposed to be linked to, only to find nothing at the end. 

“You've gotta be kidding me.” Eric sighed, realizing his failure. His only direct access to money in his parents absence was in that wallet. He loathed the idea of asking for their help like this. He was supposed to be a responsible adult and couldn't even go a couple days, let alone a month, without needing them to rescue him?! Eric began to spiral into another of his classic episodes of self loathing, when a distinct chime of the doorbell rang, drawing him out of stupor. 

Still stewing with frustration, Eric swung open the front door without checking who it might have been. 

“What do you want?!” He spat out. Looking straight forward his eyes met a floral print wall. Dumbfounded, it took him a beat to realize he was standing face to midsection with a person. Eric tilted his head upwards with confusion until he finally made eye contact with the emerald eyes of a brunette Big Woman, glistening with a sheen of sweat. 

“Good evening, Eric,” the woman spoke with a sinister warmth, while holding a wallet. “I believe you lost this.”





“Good evening, Eric,” Melissa spoke with a sinister warmth. “I believe you lost this,” holding his wallet next to her face. 

Eric felt an overwhelming sense of relief upon seeing his lost wallet, which was immediately followed with dread as he realized this was the same woman he'd accosted earlier at the mall.

“Mind if I come in?” Melissa asked. Not waiting for an invitation or permission, Melissa stepped forward into the doorway, causing Eric to stumble backwards, welcoming herself into the home. Still holding the wallet in her right hand, while carrying a mid-sized suitcase in her left she  paid no mind to the smaller man before her in her way.  Melissa took slight pleasure in feeling the young man ricochet off of her hip and thighs as she brushed past him. 

In an about face to his previous attitude, Eric attempted to engage his savior and intruder as she welcomed herself into his home. “Excuse me, miss. Please wait, where are you going?”

Eric pursued Melissa as she gingerly made her way to the living room. Unable to ignore the rumble of her footsteps, Eric grew increasingly anxious as to how he was going to deal with this woman in his home. 

Making herself right at home, Melissa entered the living room, kicked her shoes off and plopped onto the largest couch in the space. As she landed her 600+ lb frame onto the couch a loud ‘crack’ rang out. The couch didn’t collapse, but it was clear that its structural integrity was compromised by the Big Woman. The sound caused Eric to shake his initial confusion and return to his previous aggravated attitude.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!” He began shouting while following behind Melissa. Now standing in front of Melissa on the couch, he continued his tirade. “Give me my wallet and get the fuck out!" 

"That’s not a way to talk to someone who went out of their way to help you,” Melissa calmly replied, as though irreparable harm had not just been inflicted upon the furniture. “By the way, do you like my dress,” Melissa asked while standing up from the couch, now towing over the small young man before her. 

Eric was unsettled by her tone and question, as the color faded from his face. He took a step backward from her, a primal fear overtaking his senses. Eric hated this feeling. Why should he feel scared of this woman just because she was big and he was small. It wasn’t fair.

”I know it’s not a parachute, but I think it fits quite nicely,” Melissa continued in a teasing tone while stepping forward to close the gap between herself and Eric. She proceeded to swing her hips back and forth and spun around once, causing the dress to float upwards slightly. Eric's eyes couldn’t but drift to the edge of the skirt as it rose, catching a glimpse of a red undergarment.

Eric shivered at her comment and the sight, fully understanding that she remembered everything from the mall. He steeled himself, regaining his composure and putting on a tough persona. “Listen lady, just give me my wallet and leave. Thanks or whatever, but you need to go or I’m calling the cops.”

”The police?!” Melissa replied incredulously. “For little ole me, haha.” Her voice shifted from mocking to cold seduction. “You say thanks, but maybe you should show it. Then I’ll leave.” Eric recoiled with disgust at her tone. She took a step back and approached a smaller love seat. Turning to face Eric, she gave him a knowing look.

Confused, Eric simply stared back as uncomfortable seconds ticked away. Then as his thought process concluded, he made the realization. Melissa smirked as she watched him understand.

”Wait, don-“ Eric started, but Melissa let herself free fall backwards into the love seat, eliciting an audible ‘crack’ on a second piece of furniture.

“Oh my god, lady! What is wrong with you people!? I fucking hate your big destructive, useless body. There’s no point to you!” Eric ranted. Panting and bent forward with exhaustion after his outburst, he lifted his head to make eye contact with Melissa. Staring back at him was a face filled with terrifyingly cold indifference.

She firmly spoke, “I’ll take a seat on every piece of furniture in this house until I get my thanks. Or maybe you don’t need this” waving the waiter back and forth.

For a moment, Eric considered maybe getting his wallet back wasn’t worth dealing with her, but he couldn’t shake the embarrassment of asking his parents for help. He should have let it go. He would have been better off not dealing with this woman. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Eric decided he was going to stand on his own, as a man, and deal with this woman. His pride had won out. He was an idiot.

”What do you want?” Eric asked with resolve to get her out on his own and get his wallet back.

Melissa tucked the wallet into her cleavage. Eric frowned, internally screaming to himself “Nooooo” as the wallet disappeared into the depth of her breasts, each several times bigger than his own head.

“Come here and kneel,” Melissa coldly stated as she pointed to the floor at her feet.

”I’m not doing that.” 

She slightly raised herself up and dropped, drawing another substantial ‘crack’ out of the furniture.

"Wait- okay, okay. I’m coming!”

"Not like I will be,” Melissa spoke under her breath, smirking.

"Huh?” Eric asked.

"Kneel,” was Melissa's only reply, chuckling internally at the boy’s confusion and fear. Eric did as he was told.

As he knelt before her, Melissa opened the suitcase on lap and began to rummage through its contents until she pulled out what looked like a leash. Eyes widening with worry as he identified the object, Eric attempted to stand up and back away, but Melissa was deceptively quick. She grabbed him by the shirt, drawing him near and quickly slapped the leash around his neck. As it closed, a whirring sound could be heard. Eric's heart sank as he realized that was probably the sound of a locking mechanism. Melissa released him, allowing him to fall back to his knees before her.

Eric’s survival instincts were screaming ‘run.’ He was prey, at this point. His pride quickly melting away, Eric managed to utter “please,” fearing what was to come.

“You will. That’s right,” Melissa replied cryptically.

”Huh.”

”You will, please me,” Melissa clarified, her voice taking on an increasingly lustful tone.

Realizing that he was at her mercy, Eric's flight instincts activated with a sudden burst of adrenaline. While grasping at the leash around his neck and the band connecting it to her hand, Eric tugged. A tornado of energy, Eric was fighting with everything he had to free himself. However, as an outsider, all one would see was a small man wiggling on his knees, and a large woman sitting comically still, watching him. 

As Eric’s energy dwindled, he came to a rest and looked up at Melissa to see that neither she nor the hand holding the leash had budged a single inch. Only then did Eric realize the gulf between their physical strength. All of his movement required zero effort from Melissa to contain.

“Are you done? Because I'm still waiting for my thank you.” Melissa said, annoyed as she slowly parted her legs.

Eric immediately felt a wave of heat as her knees, level with his head, separated in front of him. Fully realizing what she wanted, he made a last ditch effort to escape, this time using his words, not his inadequate body. “Listen, Miss. I’m sorry about the mall. But whatever you think is about to happen, can’t. My parents will be home any minute and you don’t want to be here with me looking like this. So I’ll forget about this and you can leave my wallet and we’ll never see each other again. Deal?” 

Melissa tilted her head as she listened. She hadn’t considered whether anyone else would come home. She was so charged with lust and prepared to use this boy to her satisfaction that the thought of anyone else being around barely crossed her mind. She closed her eyes and sighed, acknowledging her recklessness. As she was preparing to reply to the boy’s proposal, the home phone rang. 

She didn’t move, and she held firm on the leash, preventing Eric from answering.

Beep

”Hey Sweetie. It’s mom and dad. We just landed in London and are on our way to the hotel. Tried calling your cell phone to hear your voice, but it went straight to the voicemail that you still haven’t set up. Battery must have died. I told you to charge your phone before you went to sleep so this doesn’t happen. And I still don’t understand your aversion to talking on the phone. Anyway, call us when you get the message. Otherwise we’ll see you next month. Be safe and don’t hesitate to call us if you need anything.”

“And no strange women at the house, son,” His father chimed in, laughing in the background.

”Shut up, Jeff. You know the boy can barely talk to girls. Oh, dammit. We love you, Eric. Bye”

beep





Eyes trained on the answering machine, Eric listened to the final beep at the end of the message. It resonated in his heart, as though it was the sound of a jail cell slamming shut. Doing his best to imitate a dog caught on the couch, Eric remained frozen in place, foolishly hoping that Melissa wouldn’t see him.

“Ahem,” Melissa broke the uncomfortable silence. Feeling doubly foolish that she had almost been tricked by the young man frozen before her, just after realizing how reckless she had been, she prepared to go forth with her original intention with extra enthusiasm. “You were saying,” she spoke calmly, while gently tugging on the leash.

Eric shuffled toward her slightly, in response to Melissa’s pull. Finally turning his head to face her, he looked as if he were on the verge of tears. His voice caught in his throat, the sudden revelation of his vulnerability to this giant woman before him had snatched away all of his will to resist. Eric simply hung his head, as though waiting for the executioner ax to fall. And it was about to.

“Here’s what’s going to happen” Melissa began to instruct with absolute authority. Eric listened intently, his mind racing with anxiety of what she would say. "You’re going to thank me for going out of my way to help you.” Melissa spread her legs further, providing ample space for the young man to fill the gap. Eric lifted his eyes to see the tree trunk-like thighs part and narrow into what felt like an infinite abyss. Pulling on the leash, drawing Eric closer until he was fully between her legs, knees level with his head, Melissa continued. “I want you to start with worshiping my thighs?”

”Worship? Start?” Eric questioned looking Melissa in her eyes, his body shaking with fear and anxiety.

"If you keep shaking like that, those little vibrations of yours might make this go faster.” Melissa replied with a wink and smirk. “Yes, worship. I want to feel your lips on my thighs from where you are now to where they meet, here." She traced a line with her leash gripping hand from her knee to her crotch. "And that’s just the start. Your real work will begin from there.” Melissa continued explaining her voice maintaining its dominance, while also shuddering with anticipation.

”Please, don’t make m-“ Eric began to beg again, until he saw a flash of anger cross Melissa’s face and her verdant eyes narrowed. Melissa pulled forcefully on his leash. Before he realized what was happening, Eric felt himself dragging across the carpeted floor on a collision course for her red pantied crotch. Feeling the dress fabric slide over his head and her sweat slicked thighs glide along his cheeks, all light disappeared as the strong pull on the leash caused him to careen into the sweltering depths of Melissa’s crotch. Upon making contact, Eric felt a hand press his head into a mound of flesh, followed by immense pressure as the massive thighs surrounding him slammed shut on his head and body.

“Mmmmffffff!” He attempted to scream, but only a soft muffled voice escaped from between the dough like flesh of his captor. Unable to put up even a token resistance, his arms had been pinned to his torso, with their only freedom of movement being below the elbow. Not that he could, but Eric had no point of leverage to try and free himself. His attempts to scream were stifled as each inhale was first filled with the fabric of her panties and the flesh beneath them, not oxygen. The little air he had remaining was lost to his futile screams and moans. Eric found himself starting to panic, when he couldn’t catch a breath. Lungs empty and unable to refill, he could no longer muster a scream and his body began to involuntarily convulse to regain its freedom and ability to inhale.

Above him, Melissa remained firm, intensely focused on his movements near her crotch and between her thighs. Each of his little struggles sent a shock wave of warmth throughout her body, culminating in the center between her legs. She watched the dirty blonde tuft of hair ever so slightly poke through her thighs and belly. After about 45 seconds, she felt his movement dramatically decrease and was falling still. It had been a while since she had exercised her dominance like this. Each moment that had passed reminded her of the first time she discovered the pleasure of being a Big Woman while using a small man. 

Just as she felt the last bit of movement below her die down, she opened her thighs and pushed Eric’s head away with her free hand. Tumbling backwards, Eric inhaled deeply for about 4 breaths, before standing to his feet filled with shock and rage.

”What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He began to shout, continuing to gulp in deep breaths of air between rants. “You almost killed me!” Gasp. “I couldn’t breathe!” Gasp.  “I hate you!” Gasp. “I wish you and everybody like you was dead!”

A silence hung in the air after Eric's last declaration. The only sound was him continuing to hyperventilate. As his breathing calmed and returned to normal, Eric slowly began to realize both what he had said and the eerie calm that followed. Finally raising his head, he looked at Melissa's face and eyes. If it wasn’t impossible, Eric could have sworn he saw a dark red aura surrounding her, along with an undeniable malicious intent.

”I’m sorr-“ Eric attempted, but before he could get his words out, Melissa pulled hard on the leash, causing his head to run smack into her open palm. Melissa cuffed Eric’s head, stood up, and spiked him into the floor. With a massive thud, Eric’s back hit the ground first shortly followed by his head bouncing off of the carpeted floor. The wind immediately left Eric’s lungs sending him right back into the panic he’d just escaped, while light and dark flashes peppered his vision. Eric felt himself slipping from consciousness, the compounding effects of head trauma and oxygen deprivation. While he was writhing on the floor, Melissa towered over him and began to coldly speak. “No worship, no more talk. You are to serve, nothing else. You fail, you suffer. You go to sleep. Permanently.”

As he futilely attempted to crawl backwards, Melissa reached down to him. Closing his eyes in resignation of his fate, a whirring sounds rang out. Melissa had released the leash from around his neck. 

“I won't be needing this anymore,” Melissa resolutely spoke, as she tossed away the leash.

Stunned, confused, and still struggling to breathe, Eric could no longer hold on. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell unconscious. Seeing this Melissa halted her advance on the boy. Instead she turned back to her suitcase and smiled, glad she stopped at the hardware store.





Standing alone in an infinite white space, Eric called out to the void. “Hello… Is anyone there?” The lack of echo unsettled Eric. As he attempted to move forward, Eric found himself wholly constricted. He looked down to find himself bound by a massive snake. Rapidly scanning his environment, nothing made sense. Where was the head? How did he get here? As his panic rose, Eric felt several drops of viscous liquid on his forehead. Looking up to the source, he was met with the massive open mouth of a giant snake, poised to consume him whole. Eric screamed as the snake descended, and the white of the space was consumed with darkness as the snake's mouth slammed shut around him.





A deep raspy inhale rang out from the young man between her legs. Melissa was currently straddling Eric, her massive frame dwarfing the young man. Above his head she was holding a bottle of lubricant, slowly dripping on him until he stirred awake. Eric’s eyes flutter open while he hyperventilated below her. Catching his breath and gaining his bearings, Eric’s eyes came into focus to see Melissa, now in her red undergarments, towering above him, despite being on her knees. 

Eric attempted to squirm away, only to find that he had no mobility. He couldn’t move his arms or legs, and felt constricted around his chest, but as he looked down his body, he noticed that it wasn’t Melissa's weight holding him still. In fact, apart from her legs on his sides, she was barely touching him. Instead, Eric saw his body had been covered in a shiny material with dull horizontal lines every few inches apart. Only his sock-covered feet were free. He felt hot, sticky and slick everywhere else, realizing that all but his underwear had been removed prior to his containment.

”Right on time.” Melissa spoke with a quiet excitement. Observing Eric’s confusion, she continued speaking. “Plastic wrap, plastic floor covering for paint protection, and duct tape. That combo might as well be concrete.”

Eric Still donning a face of confusion, likely a side effect of the concussion, Melissa continued, slowly enunciating every word, leaning in close next to his ear, her warm breath washing over him. “You’re. Not. Going. Anywhere. At least, not until I'm done with you…if I ever get tired of you.”

”Please..” Eric began, tears starting to well in his eyes.

”Oh,” she said, cutting Eric off. “That reminds me.” 

Melissa picked something up and reached for Eric's head. His squirms did little to impede her, as she slipped the band over his head, and stuffed the ball into his mouth while he tried to speak. “Now that you're breathing normally enough to talk, I feel comfortable using that.” With a previously unheard perky voice, Melissa explained before tapping the ball of the gag currently stuffed in Eric’s mouth. 

Eric quietly sobbed to himself at his predicament, while Melissa sat up and admired her handiwork: a thoroughly bound and constricted little man, broken and deserving to be used for her pleasure.  

“Well, let’s begin,” Melissa cheerfully exclaimed. Placing her hand on Eric’s chest, Melissa rose slightly pushing out what little air Eric had inhaled.

“Hnngg,” Eric grunted as he felt her weight on his chest through the palm of her hand. Distracted by the pressure, Eric barely noticed that Melissa began to spin around, swinging a leg over his head until she was facing his feet. The full realization dawned on Eric when his field of view now exclusively consisted of her butt and increasingly wedged red panties. 

As she made sure Eric was well positioned below her crotch, Melissa allowed herself a sigh of relief. It had been quite a chore getting to the point. Hovering over him to add to his dread, Melissa reached down to her crouch and stroked her pussy through her panties. Feeling how wet she was, her eyes rolled back in anticipation. She reached further down and rubbed her slick fingers on Eric’s nose. “You’d better get used to that,” she teased. Taking a few more shallow breaths, Melissa reached behind her to grab Eric’s head and hold him firm as she began her descent.

Below, Eric was in full panic. While his body was largely unresponsive, his heart pounded in his chest as the unimaginably large woman hovered over him. Her ass cheeks were so big that he couldn’t actually see past them. Even though she was wearing panties, they were wedged some deep, they were practically a thong.

As Melissa began to descend Eric tried to turn his head away, but he was held firm by her imposing hand. Hyperventilating, his senses were being overwhelmed by her feminine scent wiped across his nose. Taking in rapid shallow breaths, Eric screamed for dear life though the ball gag, but it was all for naught. Nothing would or could stop this. His own pride and anger had brought him to this place. and only she would decide if he ever left it.

Melissa’s body made contact with Eric’s face. At first she gently rested, not placing her full weight on him. His muffled screams through the ball gag gave her wonderful vibrational sensations. She wanted him deeper. She needed him quieter. Melissa settled further, each pound applied making Eric sound farther and farther away, as her body consumed him.

As the pale white wall of flesh touched Eric’s skin, the light was immediately blotted out. Still able to suck in air through his nose, Eric’s panic produced unrelenting screams of terror as he felt himself being absorbed into Melissa's flesh.

Leaning forward slightly to avoid putting her full weight on him, Melissa sighed with satisfaction. This disrespectful brat was finally quiet, she thought to herself. His insults and rage filled rants would be nothing more than muffled grunts and groans. As she settled in to enjoy the foreseeable future, Melissa took a moment to reach back with both hands and spread her cheeks before pressing further onto Eric’s small face. 

The sensation of minor relief from her spread cheeks followed by increased pressure wrapping around his face, gave Eric’s screams a renewed energy. As Melissa’s hand released and allowed her cheeks to swallow the boy's face, she relished every second. His head was effectively buried between her thighs and butt. His nose was jammed into her soaking crotch, stifling his ability to breathe.  Her growing arousal with every hot exhale from Eric created a vicious cycle of increased moisture and decreased room to inhale with every successful breath. Settling more, Melissa’s thighs molded to the outer features of Eric’s head, covering his ears. Her body had become a sensory deprivation chamber, filtering any his remaining senses through her soft, sweaty flesh.

Eric continued to futilely scream beneath Melissa. His entire world had become her body. His eyes stung as salty sweat from her butt penetrated his clenched shut eyelids. His pained muffled sounds served as pleasurable vibrations to her. Unable to move any other parts of his body, all of his energy and resistance transferred to his little feet, wiggling incessantly. This sight of Eric’s sock covered feet dancing wildly caused Melissa for the first time since their encounter began to laugh, bouncing on his face. Her bouncing unintentionally increased Eric’s suffering, as his nose sunk deeper into her panty-covered crotch, each breath more challenging than the last to draw in.

Several minutes had gone by since she first muted Eric with her crotch. Melissa didn’t want this to end too quickly, let alone ever. She loved every sensation: his hot breaths on her wet pussy; his muffled screams vibrating just below her clitoris; his attempt to turn his head inadvertently burying himself deeper. Despite wanting to make this last forever, between the anticipation and the actual sensations, Melissa knew she wasn’t far from climaxing; hopefully the first of many, she thought. 

Grateful she had dropped some lubricant on his head, Melissa began to slide herself back and forth on Eric's face. For her, she was able to feel every little detail of the little man’s face. His nose, his lips around the ball gag, his little chin, his brow and cheek bones, all conformed to her crotch. Unfortunately for Eric, neither the size difference nor her movement allowed for him to snatch additional breaths of air. She was just too big. At no point was his face not been firmly covered by her undercarriage. Whether she slid 3 inches forward or 3 inches back, Eric’s nose never left her slit. His suffering didn’t even allow for him to be grateful that Melissa maintained a waxed smooth bikini area. 

Minutes passed as Melissa’s pace increased, more of her own juices lubricating Eric’s face, frothing as it mixed with sweat, saliva, and lubricant. The squishing, sloshing sound of Eric being used as nothing more than a toy, brought Melissa closer to the edge. She’d never been a squirter, but she felt like this might be her moment. If not now, then when she removed her panties for sure. Melissa trained all of her senses on her sex; on each glide across Eric's small features, on Eric’s weakening moans and groans that vibrated into her. Typically keeping her eyes closed to focus, she occasionally glanced at his little feet to gauge his consciousness. As she reached toward climax, she observed his feet becoming increasingly animated. He must be close to his limit, she thought. Melissa chose to sadistically slow her rhythm and prolong her sexual tension, watching his feet tantrum wildly she felt Eric's entire body start to vibrate, until he rigidly seized up, a clear sign that he was shutting down and losing consciousness.

As Eric's feet fell limply still and his moans ceased, Melissa sat up vertically, maximizing the pressure on Eric’s upturned face. She ramped up her grinding with reinvigorated enthusiasm. Not only had she put him to sleep using nothing but her body, she was going climax on his helpless, unconscious face. The thought was exhilarating, sending her into overdrive as the sound of her humping began to resemble that of buttered noodles mixing. Less than a minute after Eric fell still, Melissa found herself experiencing the most powerful orgasm of her life. Flashes of heat pulsed across her body, while simultaneously her skin goose-bumped all over. She was inundated with competing, contradictory sensations, making her feel as though she had transcended the earthly plane. 

Melissa slumped forward over Eric’s still body, as she felt wave after wave of pleasure pulse through her. Despite still having her panties on, she could feel her vaginal muscles rippling with activity, attempting to draw Eric’s little face into her. At the same time, she felt pump after pump of viscous discharge pour deeply from within as though making room to consume Eric. The discharge frothed like heavy cream as it filtered through her soaked panties, undoubtedly washing over Eric's exposed face. 

While she didn’t much care about Eric’s well-being at this point, she didn’t intend to kill him either, especially not after just one orgasm. Rolling off of him Melissa turned and leaned over him to observe his status. Eric’s head fell limply to the side. His chest indicated no movement. His face… was a mess; eyelashes glued to shut, his cheeks rosy with apparent exhaustion. Coated in various fluids that with friction came to resemble glaze for a donut, Eric was thoroughly unconscious, as Melissa pushed his head from side to side testing for any responsiveness. 

Liquid pooled on the floor beneath his head, having already soaked his dirty blond hair. Had it been a more solid substance, he would have been buried. However, being liquid, there was a risk of drowning. Recognizing this, Melissa removed the ball gag and gave Eric’s chest a firm push. Immediately, a mass of translucent, white fluid was expelled from his mouth and poured down his cheeks to the carpet below. Melissa did this three more times until nothing else was expelled and Eric’s chest began a much more pronounced inhale and exhale. 

Melissa watched his unconscious form labor to perform basic functions. Coated in drying sexual discharge, Melissa observed Eric’s face, looking like he’d just gone several rounds in the boxing ring. Maybe it was the afterglow of the best orgasm she’d ever had, but Melissa couldn’t help but think of Eric as cute, even as he resembled a freshly glazed pastry. He wasn’t unattractive, per sé. Melissa was sure that his resentful attitude and lack of confidence about his size made him less attractive than he could be considered. 

Still feeling the occasional after shock of orgasmic pleasure, Melissa embraced a new discovery about herself,  thinking back to how much Eric’s tears turned her on. Maybe it was just his tears though. It’s not as though she hadn’t made boys cry before. She came into this expecting only to use this boy as a sexual toy, and she enjoyed every second of it, but she didn’t expect to feel anything else. But as she observed his almost angelic peacefulness, Melissa felt a nagging pull of destiny, as though Eric belonged to her. He “fit” her, and she didn't want to let him go. 

Confident that Eric’s life wasn’t in jeopardy and he wouldn’t be waking up any time soon, Melissa stood and collected her suitcase, dumping its contents out next to the unconscious young man. She proceeded to unbind Eric from his current wrapped configuration, letting his body cool off and his chest expand freely. Feeling slight discomfort as she moved about, she took off her soaked panties, stunned at their weight, given the liquid they were holding.

Following a mischievous thought, she knelt down next to Eric’s unconscious head, pried open his lips and proceeded to wring out her panties into his defenseless, unsuspecting mouth. Melissa was stunned to see his mouth nearly filled by the soaked up contents. Pressing Eric's chin to close his mouth, Melissa waited until his involuntary reflexes swallowed the liquid. Once his mouth was clear, Melissa stuffed it full with those same panties, leaving him appearing like a chipmunk, before wrapping duct tape around his head several times to secure it. 

Next, Melissa rolled out a lengthy sheet of the plastic wrap and laid Eric on top of it. She then proceeded to fold his body into a fetal position, rolling him up in the plastic. She applied a second layer of sticky plastic floor protection, before finishing his binding with duct tape. Once again, Eric‘s only unbound features were his head, neck and feet. Standing up to observe her handiwork again, Melissa’s heart leapt and vaginal walls clenched as she observed the very small man, made even more compact, at her feet. Melissa clenched her teeth as she muttered, “Ugh, I just want you, all of you, inside me.” The impossible concept of stuffing Eric inside of her frustrated Melissa, while reigniting her arousal anew. 

”Whelp, time to go.” Melissa spoke to herself. She lifted Eric and gently carried him to the empty suitcase. She placed his fetal form inside half of the clam-shell, laying him on his side and he was a perfect fit, with just enough for him not to risk asphyxiation, but also that he wouldn’t move around while inside. 

Quickly glancing around the space making sure she didn’t forget anything, Melissa spotted the wallet that started this encounter next to the love seat, uncertain of when it fell from her cleavage. “Don’t want to leave this behind, right?“ She spoke to her sleeping boy toy. Collecting her remaining things, including putting back on her dress, sans panties this time, Melissa took a moment to relax on the couch, while she waited for Eric to awaken, in hopes of giving herself one last moment of sadistic arousal before departing. 

Listening to the soft breathing of the young man bound and resting in one half of a suitcase, Melissa began whispering sweetly, “Eric… Eric… It’s time to wake up.” After several minutes of this sweet speech, Eric began to stir, as much as his binding allowed. First his body jolted alert, a tell-tale sign he’d been well and truly knocked out. Then as his eyes fluttered open and came into focus, his head turned to understand what was happening. When Eric finally saw her, he immediately frowned, with tears immediately welling in his eyes, as he was mentally transported back to his recent torment. Kneeling next to the suitcase, Melissa spoke sweetly to Eric, disturbing his mental state further.

”We’re going now, Eric. It’s been so much fun with you. You know, those tears of yours really do it for me.”

”Mmmmfffffhhhh” Eric moaned through the panty gag, tears and terror in his eyes as he took in the green eyes of his captor.

”Let’s go home, you can fix what those tears of yours started once we get there” Melissa stated, as she reached under her dress and brought forth her fingers coated in viscous fluid. Eric grimaced as she once again wiped them across his nose and face.

”MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH!” Eric screamed as Melissa leaned back and closed the other half of the suitcase, sealing him in the darkness. Never has the sound of a zipper ever so quite resembled the sound of a casket closing, as it did in the moment for Eric.

As she prepared to leave the home, Melissa grabbed Eric’s keys by the entryway and locked up the house. Living only a few blocks away, she prepared to walk home, the same way she arrived an hour or so earlier. It was a beautiful and warm summer evening. She had just found a new toy, and tapped into some long dormant sexual desires. Melissa was hoping to work up a little bit of sweat on the way back. For what she had in mind, things would need to be as slick as possible.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk Melissa paused for a moment, and listened to the silence. A soft, subtle moan could be heard coming from her travel bag. It was so quiet that once she started walking and the bag was rolling, surely no one would hear a thing. With that Melissa started her short walk home, while Eric quietly regretted his short sighted choices.



PART 2 - The Journey Home

Eric's eyes opened to find himself riding on a train up in the mountains. The rumble of the rail must have soothed him to sleep, he thought. Looking out the window he saw mountains and sky in the distance. Just how high up was he? Taking in his surroundings and noticing he was all alone, he wondered where everyone was.  As he stood up, he found himself feeling light headed. The air must be thin up here, he thought to himself.  

Eric took his first step into the aisle, falling flat on his face. His body felt paralyzed. Confused and scared, he did his best to assess the situation. Looking to what he thought was the front of the train, he saw a door label conductor. Willing his atrophied muscles to action, he dragged himself to the door, sliding it open to find two empty seats in front of a massive window. Pulling himself into the passenger chair, he gave himself a moment to catch his breath. It was so hard to breathe. Finally he looked up and saw that the train was approaching a tunnel. 

Thinking nothing of it, Eric examined the cockpit for any information as to where the train was going and where all the people went. Looking up again, the tunnel was so much closer than he realized, but confusion covered his face. “Is that movement?” Eric questioned as he squinted his eyes at the tunnel. Much to his terror, it was movement, as the head of a giant snake exited, opening its massive jaws to receive the rapidly approaching train. Rapidly scanning the space he looked for something, anything to stop the train's advance. That’s when he saw a button labeled ‘emergency stop’ on the opposite side of the car. He tried to get his body to comply to reach it, struggling to stand. Constantly glancing between the button and the snake, Eric willed himself to move when…

“I want you deep inside of me,” a feminine voice whispered in his ear.  Eric froze and looked towards the voice, only to find no one there; just the closed door he previously entered. His moment of hesitation was fatal. The light outside the world disappeared as the train entered the snake's mouth.



Bump

Melissa glanced down at her suitcase, as it dropped off the curb. As much as she had planned for him, she didn’t want to be too rough on Eric as the suitcase rumbled along on the concrete. Melissa had been walking for about five minutes and was roughly halfway home. Not usually one to be so bold, she enjoyed the summer breeze between her thighs cooling her naked womanhood. She was on cloud 9 while she walked home. Not only did this time allow her to reflect on her recent pleasure, but she also used it to brainstorm how she would take her pleasure and awaken dominance to the next level with her passenger. Everything seemed to align so perfectly, Melissa felt as though this was destiny. 

Even though she was shopping for clothes for her upcoming vacation, it was just too perfect of a scenario for her to have two weeks off of work, for this boy to deserve such punishment, for him to leave his wallet behind for her to find, and for no one to come looking for him for a month. One idea had already begun to bear fruit. Scrolling on her phone she found a Big Woman BDSM website with all sorts of toys and tools, designed just for women like her. She’d filled her cart with a classic smother box, some less crude restraints, a smother harness, a toilet box, and even a shrinking solution. She assumed the shrinking solution was more a novelty item, but if it worked as suggested… she shivered at the thought. The item she was really pleased to see was a set of graduate butt plugs ranging from 6 inches in diameter to 16 inches. According to the product description, depending on your tolerance and starting capacity, you could fit the 16 incher in as little as 5 days, switching out a new plug every 12 hours. 

After selecting placing her order, Melissa was met with a prompt regarding the shrinking solution. This was unexpected. She was asked to fill in vital statistics of the end user: height, weight, sex. Then it asked for the desired size after. Melissa hadn't really considered that. This stuff might be for real, she thought to herself. Pausing her walk to think for a moment, she thought hard about if she really could shrink someone how small she would want them to be. 

The silence surrounding her, softly fell away as she heard a distant groan. Lifting her suitcase up to her face like it weighed nothing, she whispered to its inhabitant. “What do you think, Eric, how big do you wanna be?” No response came. “Oh, well. I’ll decide for the both of us.” he placed the bag back on the ground, entered her desired size and pressed enter. 

“Order confirmed!” 

With a grin, Melissa read the alert. The shrinking solution would arrive in no fewer than seven days, while the other items would arrive within two. That meant that at least for the next two nights, she and Eric would have to “rough it.” Melissa minded not in the least however. There were still some things she wanted to do with Eric that her body could handle as it was.

Eric jolted awake with a hard inhale as snakes jaws shut around him. He was in pitch black darkness, tightly compressed and could feel himself leaning to the side. The air was hot, humid, thin, and reeked of sexual arousal. He hyperventilated as his senses returned to him, disoriented and afraid. He could feel the world rumbling around him, but the rumbling suddenly came to a stop and he felt himself tilt the other direction until straight. Still rapidly breathing in and out through his nose, Eric slowly recalled where he was. He wasn’t in the gullet of a snake. He was in a suitcase. He was taken by a big woman. He didn’t even know her name! 

Eric tried to scream, but all that came out through his gag was a soft groan. His panic continued to rise, his heart pounding in his chest, tears poured down his face. He couldn’t move his body! The heat caused the plastic to shrink even tighter around him. He didn’t think he was claustrophobic, but he was terrified of his confinement. He felt himself slipping as his shallow breaths of thin oxygen pulled at his consciousness. And then, just as he began to faint, for what was the 3rd time since leaving his home, Eric felt weightless.

Melissa continued her walk, slightly picking up her pace, as the excitement of, at least, the next two weeks took hold. Her mind raced, visioning all the things she was about to do to, not with, Eric. He was just along for the ride. No, he was the ride. Melissa shivered as she pictured him being used for her satisfaction and shaped her perception of him as just another toy, only something a big woman could do with a small man like him. 

As her body responded to her imagination, Melissa felt liquid running down her thigh. Shamelessly, she reached down to touch and traced it to the source. Upon reaching her pussy, Melissa exclaimed “Oh my god!” She couldn't believe it. She was sopping wet. Never had her arousal physically responded like this. She giggled to herself with excitement.

Melissa was just under two blocks away from home. She pondered whether she should start running, as she didn't want to risk the embarrassment of being seen with pre-cum spilling between her legs, or if she should duck off somewhere and “relieve” herself. Glancing around, she spotted a nearby park. There were enough trees around that no one should really have a clear line of sight to her, she thought. Her decision having been made, Melissa swiftly moved to the gazebo and took a seat on the nearby bench.

With her heart a flutter, Melissa tried to calm herself so she could focus on the task at hand, but her first attempt at public exhibitionism left her too excited to relax. Taking several deep breaths, and closing her eyes, and taking  in the silence around her, she let her hand begin to snake up her thigh toward her pulsing womanhood.

“MMMMppphh.” Suddenly and clearly came from her suitcase next to her. She was monetarily pulled from her focus as she looked at the suitcase, surprised to see it moving on its four wheels. Only his head was free, Melissa thought to herself, so he must really be going at it. This distraction was no good. 

Now frustrated, Melissa thought what to do, when her mischievous side provided a rapid answer. She pulled the suitcase between her knees and brought the two zippers to the top. Opening them she made a small opening, peering down to see the damp dirty blond hair of her boy toy.

Eric awoke again. There was no snake dream preceding his consciousness this time. He was in fact jarred awake by the increased motion of the bumps.  He must not have been on concrete anymore. Suddenly he felt weightless and then came to a stop sitting straight up. Maybe he was on a train or bus, Eric thought. This could be his chance to escape. Knowing he needed his full effort, Eric did his best to calm his breathing so he could take in a proper deep breath. Once there, he let out the best scream he could through the gag, in hopes that one of the other passengers would hear him before they started moving again. “MMMMppphh.”

Eric let it all out and shook his head as forcefully as he could. He didn’t have much room to work with, but since he was straight up, he had a little bit of leverage to swing side to side. Suddenly he felt himself moving, Oh, thank god, he thought to himself, he was about to be rescued. Hearing the zipper start to move around him, Eric grew even more hopeful. When the top of the bag opened a beam of light shone down. He looked up and saw nothing but white. His eyes had become accustomed to the dark in this short time. Blinking repeatedly he tried to expedite their adjustment. Soon the outside came into focus and a pretty face with green eyes, framed by brown hair peering down at him came into focus. 

Melissa watched Eric’s eyes open wide in shock and horror as he recognized her. She didn’t bother saying a word. Instead she straddled the suitcase and lined up her vagina with the opening. Squatting down until her cheeks made contact, Melissa let herself get comfortably positioned before she brought her hand down to start fingering herself.

Eric was stunned as the light of the world was replaced by the big woman’s pussy. During all of his suffering to this point, he’d never seen her naked, and now she was his only source of light. He continued to stare up in shock and awe until several drops of precum struck his face. Dropping his head down, Eric shuddered as he could do nothing but listen to the gushing sound of Melissa masturbating above him. It sounded so moist and wet. Not even the porn he watched was this vivid.

Melissa alternated between rubbing her clit and pumped her fingers in and out of her. Her hand was soaked. She felt like she squeezed a sponge. She shivered with pleasure knowing every wayward drop of her womanly nectar was pouring onto defenseless little Eric. The look on his face when she saw him, “Ugh!” she thought to herself. “I can’t wait to wrap my naked lips around his face and watch the light fade from his eyes.” With each passing moment, Melissa's imagination became more vivid and more concrete.

The sloshing above him was tortuous, as its pace increased, along with the drops falling on his head. Eric tried to tune it out but there was no chance of that. Despite knowing exactly what was happening and that there was nothing worth seeing, Eric couldn’t help but want to look up. Curiosity eventually got the best of him. He quickly glanced up to see the woman’s shining wet hand rapidly pumping in and out. Her vaginal lips were puffy and swollen. Her discharge was so abundant that it looked like sap pouring from a recently tapped maple tree. 

The sight was so entrancing that Eric didn’t notice the moans of his captor getting louder and higher pitched until the hand stopped pumping altogether. By then it was too late to look away. A veritable deluge of feminine cum was falling towards his face in almost a single liquid ball. Upon making contact with his face the viscous liquid coated him blocking his nostrils. It was so thick, having not been mixed with saliva or lubricant. It was pure vaginal slime; sticky and thick.

Eric leaned his head forward to try to free his face using gravity but the cum just drooped slowly over his bound knees, remaining attached to his face. He began to panic, worrying that this viscous discharge wouldn't let go of his face in time for him to breathe. He rocked his head back and forth to no avail. Desperately Eric tried to exhale, but didn’t have enough air in his lungs to produce much force. The panty-gag left air with only one way in and one way out. Unfortunately the involuntary response to his exhale was to inhale the thick cum coating his face. Eric immediately gagged as the discharge snaked its way up his nostrils clogging his throat. Unable to breathe, Eric entered into a full panic and tilted his head up hoping for salvation.

Melissa felt as though she’s just given birth, given the size of her organic release. Panting while her dry hand leaned back on the bench to hold her up, Melissa flapped her other hand to discard the fluids. She wasn’t keen on wiping it off on her dress. Basking in the afterglow of another sensational climax, Melissa noticed slight rocking from below. Leaning forward to rise into a squat over the suitcase, she peered down to see Eric’s completely cum-obscured face turned upward. 

“Oh my,” Melissa softly said, at the sight. “Well this will probably be the least of worries. I’m gonna let a lot worse on your face before we're done.” She said nonchalantly to Eric, not knowing the discharge had covered his ears as well. She reached into the suitcase and cleared Eric’s nose with her hand.

Eric felt the massive paw of the woman’s hand stroke across his face, allowing his skin to feel the cool air. He tried to breathe but was obstructed by the blob of cum in his throat. Accepting the reality, Eric did his best to swallow and clear his airway. As the thick substance moved into his esophagus, Eric exhaled and inhaled with relief. He could still feel a good deal of the substance coating much of his features, including eyes and ears, but he was grateful to breathe again. Despite his eyes still being closed, Eric could tell the little bit of light he had being snuffed out. He just didn't know whether it was the zipper or the woman blocking it.

Seeing her toy breathe freely, Melissa closed the zipper and resumed her walk back home, rolling Eric just behind her. She welcomed the detour, but it was getting dark, as the sun finished setting just about the time she finished masturbating. She still had to prepare for sleeping arrangements for her guest as well as security measures to keep him under control.

Eric remained in darkness. At least this time he was fully conscious. The only thing he could do is feel the rumble of the ground beneath him as he and the suitcase leaned. Doing his best to avoid thinking about his predicament, Eric couldn't help feeling sad. His parents were gone. He’d probably lost his few friends thanks to his outburst at the mall. He’d been covered in femcum multiple times today. And was totally at the mercy of a massive woman whose name he didn’t even know. 

Lamenting everything about his life, Eric began to spiral with self loathing. He hadn’t been happy about much in so long. He’d never really had a girlfriend, and now his first sexual experiences with the opposite sex were being used as a stranger’s toy. No matter how he sliced it, things were not good and hadn't been good for some time. He couldn't see a silver lining. She wasn’t going to let him go. He’d read enough SM kidnapping porn to know the guys rarely get away. He was going to die under that big woman. Coming to this conclusion, Eric’s tears washed away the sticky discharge and streamed down his face heavier than ever before. Even though he wasn’t happy he didn’t want to die. He didn’t have a ton of hope for the future, but he wanted to live. 

Eric had been so in his own head for the last few minutes that he failed to notice that the rumble had stopped and he wasn’t leaning. He didn't even realize how long it had been since he’d come to rest. Anxiety began to take hold. He didn’t know what to expect or when. Fear and panic overtook him. He could hear heavy thumps moving about outside. He hadn’t noticed them before. Then without warning, he felt himself floating. The zipper ripped around him and he tumbled out of the suitcase onto a crumpling plastic sheet. 

“A plastic sheet?!” Eric thought to himself. He’d seen Dexter. He understood what was next. Tears continuing to fall, he felt himself being rolled onto his back. Vision still adjusting to the light, Eric saw a large silhouette above him. He barely made out what looked like a blade in a hand. Sobbing uncontrollably now, Eric squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting for the inevitable pain and death. Instead he felt the pressure around his body release. The plastic cocoon has been cutaway. Eric’s atrophied extremities splayed outward. He had no strength but he couldn't’ believe how satisfying the sensations of freedom felt. Opening his eyes, blurred with tears, he blinked several times to clear his vision. Then she came into focus. The brunette, big woman. She leaned down to him, her green eyes boring into his brown, grinning. 

“I told you about those tears of yours, Eric.” She said stepping forward stepping forward with her feet aside his head. “Welcome home.” She dropped down, the floral print dress fluttering in the air as she descended. Eric’s eyes widened as her glistening vagina was on a collision course with face. And then…

 Squelch

Melissa gasped at first contact as she landed in a slav squat. There was no barrier between her pussy and his face this time. She leaned forward hoping to see Eric's tearful brown eyes, only to spot a tuft of damp blonde hair protruding from beneath her muff. “Hmm, smaller than I realized” she thought, raising an eyebrow. Her naked pussy covered his face from forehead to chin. Her lips had engulfed his entire face and his features were molded by her vaginal muscles and flesh. Melissa sighed as she began rocking her hips and letting her weight settle a bit more before uttering “Welcome home, indeed, Eric.”


PART 3 – Descent

Eric’s eyes were fixed open in terror and awe as the large woman's naked sex descended on his face. As though time had slowed down, he took in every detail. Hairless, glistening, puffy lips spreading to reveal a pink fleshy interior. He could see the texture of her vagina, the canal expanding and contracting as it prepared to suck him in. Globs of thick vaginal discharge dropped onto him. Then, as the light began to eclipse, Eric squinted his eyes shut and braced for impact.

Squelch!

Eric felt like he’d been hit by an overfilled water balloon, as moisture burst on to his face. The weight above him exerted pressure on each of his strong features. Brow, cheekbones, and chin, sank into the big woman’s labia. Her lips were wrapped around him like a suction onto his face. Eric’s nose was the only part of him free from the pressure, apparently piercing her vaginal opening. A firm nub of flesh rubbed against his forehead.

This was his first direct contact with a woman's sex. It was overwhelming and oppressive. Yet his senses were only limited to touch and sound. His nose was completely useless, swimming in a viscous arousal. His eyes closed shut but stung as salty sweat broke through. His mouth remained gagged - with what, he had no clue. Yet, he could hear through the now dried femcum from prior, the gushing sloshing movement of her sex on his face.

Eric wanted to move, to resist, but his body felt like static. His bondage had caused his arms and legs to fall asleep. Lying there, with only his head and feet capable of movement, Eric submitted to his condition, hoping that unconsciousness would overtake him, so he could wake up later hopefully free. This was a delusion.

“Welcome home, indeed, Eric,” Melissa uttered as she let herself sink on her captive’s face. She loved the sensation of his facial features sinking into her steaming nethers. A jolt of electricity shot up her spine, as his nose pierced her opening. “Pierced” may have been an overstatement. Comparatively, his small nose had barely entered her. Nevertheless, she relished every sensation. 

For the first time today, she made direct skin-to-skin contact with his face. Melissa had planned to do this much earlier while Eric was leashed at his home, but his outburst and her anger moved things in another direction. In retrospect, Melissa found that it was worth the wait.

After settling in, Melissa began to rise. Bending over to peer between her legs, she was thrilled to see Eric's head rise several inches off the floor, suctioned to her pussy. Continuing to loft, she watched him separate with a “plop,” viscous strings of her discarge extending from her crotch to Eric’s face, as his head dropped to the floor.

Melissa giggled with glee to herself at the sight. This was everything she had hoped for, and then some. Separating just long enough to see Eric's chest rise with a deep inhale, Melissa resumed her descent, landing with another squelch. She repeated these up and down cycles for roughly 5 minutes, loving the squishy, wet sounds her impacts made until her thighs began to burn. 

Perspiration dripping down her chin from exertion, Melissa dropped to her knees. Thighs now framing Eric's face, she allowed herself to fall backwards until her massive girth landed on Eric, covering him from his chest to his thighs. 

Eric groaned through the gag as the greatest pressure he’d ever felt yet landed on his chest. A small amount of vaginal discharge was expelled from his nose along with what little air he’d gathered. Not bothering to open his sticky-shut eyes, Eric focused all his energy on trying to breathe through his cum-congested nostrils. Opening and closing his fists, Eric felt control of his extremities returning. Still, he could barely move as the big woman’s shins pinned his thin arms to the ground. 

Melissa caught her breath while sitting on Eric, feeling him compress beneath her as he struggled to breathe. She enjoyed watching his face contort with effort and struggle. So expressive! Hearing the crumple of the plastic beneath them, Melissa turned to see Eric’s hand fidgeting. Looking behind her, she could see Eric's legs writhing slowly. “Looks like you're coming back,” she softly spoke. 

A groan from between her legs brought her attention back to Eric's face. He was such a mess, she thought to herself, giggling internally. Melissa decided it was time to remove the gag and give the little man some relief and find out what that mouth do. Picking up the razor blade she used to remove his previous bindings, Melissa gently and precisely cut through the duct tape wrapped around the young man’s head. “Ew…” she muttered as viscous liquid squeezed from Eric’s hair, as she held him still. She tossed the blade out of reach and removed the tape with a swift pull. 

A muffled yelp was heard as the tape was ripped from Eric’s cheeks. Fortunately, his hair was safe from being yanked out, as the adhesive was weakened by all the sweat and cum it had soaked up. Pulling the fabric from his mouth, Melissa grimaced at the damp panties, but before tossing them to the side, she used them to wipe Eric’s closed eyes.

For the first time in what felt like hours, Eric’s jaw was able to fully close. His mouth and tongue felt so dry, as any moisture he produced was snatched away by the panties in his mouth. He tried to lick his lips, but his tongue just dryly dragged against every surface, spreading no moisture.

Observing the state of him, Melissa shook her head. She planned to put his mouth to work, but Eric was of little use in his current condition. Though she was waiting for specialized toys to be delivered to help her explore her burgeoning dominant side, Melissa wasn’t without some common sexual playthings. Reaching into her basket of goodies she’d brought out while setting up the space in her living room, she grabbed a couple pairs of kinky cuffs. Easily handling Eric, she flipped him over and cuffed his wrists behind his back. She did the same with his ankles. Aside from token groans and moans, Eric barely made any noise or protest at all. His lack of response confirmed that she was making the right decision to delay.

Picking him up with one arm, Melissa carried Eric into the kitchen. She grabbed several items from the refrigerator, and returned to a dining room table with Eric still safely tucked. Melissa sat down at the table, sitting Eric on her lap like a child, while laying out several pieces of fruit, a couple bottles of water, and some yogurt.

Eric was mentally and physically exhausted. The constant bouts of panic, spikes of adrenaline, and knock outs had depleted him of all his energy and will. With his head hanging freely, damp hair obscuring his eyes, he simply stared forward. His legs draped over his captor’s massive thighs, Eric couldn’t even bother to consider the absurdity of his current position.

Defeated, Eric flinched as the woman gently grabbed his chin, forcing him to raise his head up and turn toward his captor. Her hand then gently brushed his damp hair back and out of his eyes. His unobstructed view met a pair of emerald, green eyes, looking at him with what felt like caring warmth. What is this? He thought to himself. Is this the same person who I've been suffering under; he wondered.

“Here, drink,” Melissa instructed, bringing the bottle to the boy's parched lips. He hesitated to open his mouth, but once the cool liquid touched his lips, he closed his eyes and gulped down the water with reckless abandonment. Gasping as he downed the entire bottle in a single go, Eric began to cough.

Without thinking Melissa brought her hand to his naked back and patted it gently.

What is this? She thought to herself. Ah, maintenance, she replied internally. Toys that last need to be taken care of.

Feeling his body relax under her hand, Melissa continued to watch the boy on her lap.

Letting his head slump forward again, feeling moisture return to his mouth and his body given life, Eric willed himself to speak. He was unsettled by the raspiness of his own voice, “I… I’m… I’m sorry about everything. Please forgive me, miss?”

“I already have, Eric.” Melissa replied, picking up a peach and biting into it.

Eric raised his head and looked her in the eyes, with a  sense of hope. Her smile was so gentle. “Then you’ll let me go now?”

“Of course not, silly!” Hand still on his back, Melissa felt the tension return to his body. “You've been so much fun for me, and I still have gotten my ‘thank you.’” She continued to chomp on the peach, exaggerating slurps as she chewed.

Disturbed by the sounds of her eating, Eric tried to block out the memories of similar squishing and sloshing he’d just endured. Defeated, but alert, Eric figured he might as well learn as much about his fate as he could. “After I show my ‘thanks,’” he shuddered at the thought, “Can I go?’

“No,” Melissa stated bluntly. “I’ve got some exciting plans for you. In about a week, we’ll have a better idea when our time together will be up.”

“Seven days?!” Tears began to well up in Eric’s eyes, as he pleadingly gazed into hers. “What plans?”

“Oh Eric, sweetie. That’s a secret and a surprise.” Melissa perkily replied, tapping Eric on the nose with her index finger. “Anyway, I warned you about those tears. I was going to try feeding you. But I guess I’m what’s for dinner.” She chuckled at her own joke.

Picking Eric up with one arm, Melissa carried him to the bedroom. He didn’t bother to struggle or resist. He just softly cried as he limply was carried along to his fate. Pausing before she entered her bedroom, Melissa spoke to Eric nonchalantly. “Listen, little guy, your tears get me going so I’m not complaining, but let’s be real. I’m a sexy AF. Part of you should be excited about what’s about to happen. You ever had sex before?”

“No,” Eric replied between sniffles.

“Well, you’re not gonna tonight either. BUT not a lot of guys can say they've done what you're about to with a sexy, older, BIG woman like me. So, cheer up. Or don’t. Works for me either way.” 

How could she be so casual about this, Eric wondered.

Once in her bedroom Melissa tossed Eric onto the bed unceremoniously, while she grabbed a few items in preparation. Grabbing several lengthy velcro straps and a large beach towel, Melissa rolled Eric to the foot of the bed. She laid the towel in the center of the bed and climbed on to the bed. After a bit of maneuvering and application of well-placed straps, Melissa was ready to go. She had looped the two velcro straps around her thighs and under each of Eric’s arms, still cuffed behind his back.  A strap was wrapped around Melissa’s waist with two more connecting each strap on her thighs to her waist. It looked like a classic garter belt set up and was intended to not let Eric slide down further than desired.  Wearing nothing but a bra and lying on her back, Melissa placed Eric between her legs face down on the towel. It was time.
 


“Lick,” Melissa plainly instructed. 

Eric raised his head from the towel and faced his fate. Before his eyes pulsed the glistening, clean shaven vagina of his captor. Lips parted slightly, as though giving an invitation. Eric looked up over the rolling curves of the woman's soft round stomach, past her basketball-sized breasts and anxiously looked into her vibrant green eyes. She nodded at him with encouragement, her cheeks flushed red with arousal. Eric closed his eyes and leaned forward letting his tongue spill out of his mouth. 

“Wait!” Melissa shouted. Eric paused, sighing with relief, as his nose just made contact. “Before you start…” Eric's heart sank. “Say ‘thank you for saving me.’”

Eric, feeling hopeless, simply obeyed. Looking her in the eyes, “Thank you for saving me.”

Melissa reached down with a hand and stoked Eric's hair back. Holding his head, with a lust filled voice, she replied, “Good boy.” She proceeded to bury Eric's face into her crotch “Now, lick!”

Disoriented by her brief show of affection, followed by her aggressive woman handling of him, Eric immediately obeyed, extending his tongue into her moist folds. The salty metallic taste inundated his mouth as Eric wildly punched her labia with his tongue. Inexperienced, he licked and lapped at her with no rhyme or reason. Still feeling her hand on his head, Eric worried that he would suffocate again if he couldn't pull his nose or mouth free. 

After 15 seconds of French kissing her pussy, Eric began to yearn ffor fresh air. He pulled his head back to inhale and was surprised to feel no resistance. Her hand was gently holding his head, but wasn’t applying any pressure. Lungs replenished with sex-scented moist air, Eric dove back in. 

After about a minute of being serviced by the novice, Melissa pulled Eric's head away from her crotch. She enjoyed watching the ropes of vaginal secretions mixed with his saliva stretch from her womanhood to his face. Waiting until Eric made eye contact, she finally spoke matter of factly, “You really don't know what you're doing, do you?”

His pride as a man having been stung by the embarrassingly accurate assessment, Eric dropped his eyes. “No.” 

Melissa sighed. Letting go of his head, she brought her hand to her womanhood. “You see this little nub right here,” pointing to her clitoris. “This is where you'll get the most bang for your buck. It's sensitive, so you have to mix it up.” Melissa took the next minute to give Eric the lay of the land, so to speak. “Got it?”

Eric nodded, as Melissa guided his face back into her crotch. Eric resumed his obligatory service with new insight. With his pride as a man on the line, he poked, prodded and flicked his tongue with targeted intent. Eric felt the increased moisture flow down his chin as he lapped away. Raising his head slightly, he flicked her clitoris, eliciting a very audible moan from his captor. 

The sound of her pleasured voice ignited something in Eric. He thought to himself, “I did that.” For the first time since his capture, he felt in control. He felt powerful. With increased vigor he continued to eat out the big woman. 

Mellissa was beyond pleased with this development.  While Eric lapped away, she began to roll her hips to his rhythm. Panting with shallow breaths, she tightened her grip on his head. Inside me. A small still whisper spoke from within. 

Melissa could feel her climax growing deep within. Inside me. This would be the big one. Now thrusting her hips into Eric's little face and tightly holding him in her sex, Melissa's soft moans transformed into guttural grunts. No longer, just pressing Eric into her crotch, she began to bounce him in and out. She was fucking his face. Inside me. Squelching and splashing, Melissa’s toes curled. Her legs extended, locked in place. 

Screaming with a vibrato as her entire body convulsed, Melissa gripped Eric's head with her second hand, pulling him in as tightly as possible. His muffled cries were silenced by the pressure and her screams. Liquid shot forth from her sex, immediately soaking through Eric's hair and the towel below. She pulled his head back allowing the ejaculations to splash into his gasping and sputtering mouth. Growling with primal arousal, Melissa repeatedly slammed Eric defenseless face into her gushing orgasm. Inside me.

The waves of pleasure seemingly had no end. Melissa wasn't sure how much time had gone by. She'd lost herself in euphoria. Inside me. Had it been seconds? Minutes? She had no clue. All she did know is that this was the best orgasm she'd ever had. 

Eric lost all sense of time and space. No longer in control, he was slammed repeatedly into the gushing, gaping pussy in front of him. Gasping for air and desperately trying to avoid choking, Eric coughed and gagged as his mouth and nose were assaulted with female ejaculate. His male pride had vanished. He no longer basked in a sense of control, as he was relegated once again to nothing but a fuck toy. 

The extreme pressure around his head pressing his face into her muff persisted. He'd been under for seconds… minutes? The locked thighs around him were unrelenting. Panic began to take hold as his attempts to inhale through his nose and mouth were stifled by vaginal flesh. Opening his mouth as wide as possible provided no room to inhale. 

Eric's lungs began to burn with need of oxygen, a sensation he'd become all too familiar with. Then it dawned on him. This was the first time he'd been smothered with his mouth ungagged. He had a chance of retaliation, maybe escape even. Making his choice, Eric sucked in a hunk of flesh into his mouth and bit down. 

“OWWWW!!!!!! What the fuck!?” Melissa, while still in a heightened state of sensitivity, screamed as she felt a sharp pinch on her privates. In rapid succession, she pushed Eric’s head down into the soaked towel below and struck him on the back of his head. His body instantly fell limp, unconscious. 

Inside me. 

Melissa’s heart was pounding from the combined pain and pleasure, as she tried to regain her bearings. Inside me. Suddenly, she was gripped by the memory of a novel sensation she felt while in the throes of her orgasm when Eric bit her. Her entire body was already rigid, when Eric's bite forced her to flex even harder in pain. It was then that she felt her pelvis expand slightly. Inside me. A flood of information from her Big Woman reproductive education class shot through her brain. Inside Me. As she recalled everything she could, a crescendo of a single phrase overwhelmed her mind. 

Inside me. Inside me. Inside me. Inside me. Inside me. Inside me. Inside me. Inside me. Inside me. Inside me. Inside me. 

Melissa's mind shattered as the singular desire to have Eric inside her erased all other thoughts. She removed the straps from his arms. He dropped limply. Turning to her night stand she grabbed a handy bottle of lubricant, dumping its entire contents on the head of the unconscious boy between her legs. Raising her knees up as though they were in stirrups, Melissa lifted Eric's head and pressed his forehead into crotch.

Taking several deep breaths, driven by a singular, impossible notion, Melissa began to tense her entire midsection. Simultaneously, she pressing Eric's forehead her vaginal opening. Melissa was hoping to turn it into an unbirth canal. Pushing through the pain, she could feel her pelvic bones expanding. In practical terms, Melissa knew that the body of a Big Woman could birth above average sized babies. Technically, Eric’s head was the smaller of the two.  Her challenge was enduring the pain of reverse birth, given that her body had not prepared for this over the last 9 months. 

Slowly, she felt herself dilate and creep over Eric's lube and cum-slicked head. Giving herself a beat to adjust, she noted that Eric was still face down. If she was going to do this, she wanted memorable images burned into her retina. She proceeded to turn his shoulders until he was face up. In doing so, Melissa gave herself an unanticipated orgasm, as squirt splashed over Eric's now upturned, rosy cherubic face and chest. 

Resuming her push/pull, Melissa watched her vagina crawl over the top of his head. She was almost there. Panting, she knew the widest part of Eric's head only had inches to go. From there I'm able to suck him up, no problem, she thought. Groaning and grunting with exertion, Melissa travailed until she felt an immediate relief with a “shlorp!”

Looking down between her thighs, only the unconscious young man's face from the nose down remained exposed. “Hah! Hah! Hah!” Melissa panted loudly, as her belly began to jiggle with laughter and joy. “I did it!” she shouted. "You're inside me." Breathlessly, she spoke to her unconscious passenger. The relentless voice shouting in her mind quieted to whisper. 

She reached down to scoop up some excess lubricant from the towel below, wiping it on Eric's unconscious face. With renewed enthusiasm, Melissa continued to pull Eric into her, staring in awe as his nose, then lips, then chin disappeared into her sex, her own nectar now running down his neck. 

Falling to her back, arms splayed to the side, Melissa panted with exhaustion. Lamenting not having a mirror above the bed, she would have just loved to see this little man's entire head inside of her womanhood. Melissa took a moment to gather her thoughts and return to her senses, previously having been overwhelmed by the singular thought of stuffing Eric inside of her. 

As the moments passed, Mellissa found herself uncertain what to do next. She checked the clock. It was nearly midnight. How long had she been at this, she wondered. Then, being snatched from her own thoughts, she felt a tremor from between her legs. She sat up on her elbows to see what it was. Her eyes went wide as she saw Eric's body convulsing, each jolt more violent than the last. 

“Ah, shit!” Melissa exclaimed. It dawned on her that the boy couldn't breathe once she'd fully inserted him. He was suffocating. Sitting all the way up, Melissa quickly took hold of Eric's rib cage and began to pull. “Ooh, Ahh,” she moaned. She was still extremely sensitive both to pain and pleasure, and was forced to stop her withdrawal. Eric's spasms began to fade. “Oh no… I'm losing him,” Melissa whined. 

Steeling herself, with a single forceful tug, Eric's nose and mouth emerged from her sex, while the rest of his head remained submerged. “Aaaah,” she sighed with relief. Unfortunately, oxygen would not come easy to Eric, as his partial exit was followed by the emptying of Melissa’s bladder. Apparently, his head had applied an unsustainable amount of pressure, and its exit prompted relief. 

“Dammit!!!” Mellissa shouted as she uncontrollably relieved herself on the boy's face, chest, and much to her chagrin, the bed. That poor towel was not built for this amount of action.

Despite remaining unconscious, Eric involuntarily coughed and sputtered, as the bitter, acidic liquid washed over his vulnerable nose and mouth. As the flow came to a trickle, and Melissa embraced the relief. She gathered her strength preparing to finish withdrawing Eric out of her vagina. The pain having largely subsided, Melissa tugged Eric’s ribs downward, only to be met by a sudden electric current of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She immediately stopped her effort. 

“That was…” she uttered to herself. “Oh My god.”

Looking down at the frail boy's chest, rising and falling rapidly, apparently still in survival mode, Melissa wrestled in her mind whether to risk some serious harm to him or call it a night. A quiet voice made the decision for her. Inside me. Gripped by the madness of lust and pleasure, Melissa discarded any concern for Eric's wellbeing. He was, after all, her toy and he was where he belonged. 

With renewed energy and passion, Melissa held tightly to Eric’s midsection and pulled him into her. The slick sound of her vagina pouring over his nose and mouth and closing over his chin gave her goosebumps. The charge of electricity as she felt his facial features press into her vaginal walls caused Melissa to shudder as she exhaled. Realizing she could pull him in no deeper with his shoulders obstructing, Melissa began to pull him out, feeling all the same sensations in reverse. 

She stopped his withdrawal short of his mouth exiting, and once again reversed course. Slowly but surely, Melissa began to fall into a steady rhythm of in and out. In and out. She was in utter euphoria. She was using his entire head as a dildo. What seemed to be an utter impossibility a few hours ago was now literally in her hands. Panting loudly as she pumped Eric in and out, she relished the sloshing sounds of her liquid arousal, no doubt snaking its way into his defenseless nose and mouth, and dripping down his neck. 

A mere 30 seconds had passed since she started, and she could feel a monumental orgasm building within. It was like Eric's head was plugging a dam, the pressure building to an inevitable explosion. In and out.

Focused only on her pleasure, Melissa barely noticed the convulsions happening between her hands. Like before, Eric couldn't breathe, and his body was beginning its fight for life. Unlike before, Melissa had no concern for anything but her own pleasure. In fact, his spasms only added to it, as they triggered involuntary head movements inside of her. 

Melissa continued pumping, her moans, growing louder and more violent. Eric’s body between her hands went rigid. She kept pumping. Then he went limp. She pumped faster. Mentally, she knew he was suffocating, drowning, dying even… No, it was worse than that. She was killing him, but the voice inside her, the madness within would not let her stop until she climaxed. Tears began to form in Melissa's eyes as she continued pumping the lifeless boy in and out of her vagina, as though she was only a passenger observing an execution.

“Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” Melissa's entire body seized up. Her legs hyperextended. Her arms reached out to nothing as her hand released the small body they were holding. She clenched her buttocks raising her hips into the air, lifting up her limp captive. 

A geyser burst forth from her vagina with unreal force, so much so that Eric's head was ejected. His small frame collapsed onto the bed below and the deluge poured over his entire upper half like a wave. Melissa remained locked and rigid in an arch for the next ten seconds as ejaculate gushed out of her and pleasure rippled through her every nerve. 

She couldn't inhale. She couldn't even blink. Her eyes fixed on a blank space on the ceiling. She was fully enraptured in that moment. When the initial wave of orgasmic pleasure finally passed, Mellissa inhaled deeply as her body collapsed to the sex-soaked bed. Unintentionally, dropping her butt on Eric below, sinking him into pools forming on the bed. 

Exhausted, physically and mentally, Melissa burst into tears from the joy of pleasure and in fear of her own depravity. Melissa’s sobs mixed with laughter as she rolled onto her side, adjusting so Eric's body remained between her legs. With no energy or desire to do anything else, Melissa drifted to sleep. Sweaty, soaking in sex, and satisfied. 



PART 4 – Lazy Sunday

Beams of light shone through the blinds of the still bedroom. The songbirds' chirps signaled the beginning of a new day. Lying halfway facedown, Melissa groaned at being roused from her deep slumber. Glancing at the clock, it was 9:17am. She’d been fast asleep for nearly 10 hours, not that she recalled exactly when she dozed off. Shifting slightly in place, Melissa was annoyed by the squishy, wet sensations beneath her. “Ugh, this mattress is shot,” she muttered.

At that moment, she questioned why she even bothered coming to the bedroom last night, after going through the trouble of laying down plastic in the living room. Idiot! She thought to herself. Rolling onto her back, Melissa felt the mattress sink as her weight shifted, followed by a disturbing amount of thick fluid pooling next to her thigh and buttocks. Glancing down to the pool forming next to her, then she saw him. 

Laying there, frozen, was Eric. Covered, head to hip, in drying discharge from the previous night, he looked like he’d just fallen out of an alien cocoon. Melissa shivered at the sight of him, her heart rate increasing as fear of what she had done began to take hold in her mind. She never intended to kill the boy. Yet there he was, seemingly lifeless and encased in her slimy ejaculate.

Slowly, Melissa climbed out of her bed, trying to avoid causing the pools to spill onto her carpeted bedroom floor. The sponge-like squelching served as a constant reminder that her mattress was truly beyond saving. Standing up on the opposite side of the bed from Eric, Melissa prepared to make her way around to examine him. As she stepped, her legs gave out from beneath her, causing her to fall to her hands and knees, and pain rippled from her knees to her lower abdomen.

“Fuck!” Melissa shouted from the floor, followed by shallow laughter. She realized that she had “blown her own back out” last night. Gingerly crawling around the bed to minimize pain-filled spasms, Melissa finally came up alongside Eric. He was facing the edge of the bed, but his face was barely distinguishable. Caked in all manner of sexual fluids, his face looked like it had been covered in melted wax that was left to harden. 

Melissa’s body trembled as she leaned herself onto the mattress, terrified of what she had done to him. Reaching out with a shaking hand, she poked her fingers into the mush on his neck hoping to gather a pulse. Taking several deep breaths, Melissa tried to calm herself so she could distinguish between her own pounding heart and hopefully his. Kneeling in silence, with her arm extended, seconds passed before Melissa finally sighed with relief. It was faint, but there was a pulse.

As quickly as her pain racked body would allow, Melissa stood up next to the bed, removed both sets of cuffs, and grabbed one of Eric’s relatively clean ankles. She began to lift him up, when she saw it. Thick ropes of viscous cum extending from his nose and mouth. Just how much had he ingested, Melissa wondered, as she felt an atypical pang of guilt. Lifting him into the air until only his forearms were still touching the bed, Melissa watched the goop slowly drip down his upper body and face, pooling with the rest of the leftover undried discharge on the bed.  She was preparing to carry him to the bathroom, but didn’t want to risk making a mess of her carpet too. Instead, she let gravity handle the work. As Eric’s face began turning a deep crimson, with blood rushing to his head, Melissa decided that was enough.

She brought him to her chest, cradling him in her arms, and made her way to the bathroom, wincing with every painful step. Once in the bathroom, she gently laid Eric into her big woman-sized bathtub. It was more like a hotel jacuzzi, with steps to sit on and jets. It even had a programmable temperature setting, allowing Melissa to press a few buttons and start the water flowing with confidence it would be comfortable. She removed her remaining garment and climbed into the tub, lifting Eric onto her lap before he was submerged in the rapidly rising water. 

After a few minutes, the water reached the programmed level and shut off automatically. Melissa finally allowed herself to relax with Eric still unconscious in her arms, his head snuggly nested between her breasts. She proceeded to gently wash water over his head and body using her hands, rinsing away the accumulated sex from the night prior. Clearing his face, she softly gasped at the apparent bruising on his cheeks. 

Next, she proceeded to wash his upper body and hair using her body wash and shampoo. Again, she saw bruises forming on his ribcage and neck. A deserved sense of shame washed over her, as she continued to hold the smaller, vulnerable young man in her arms. Even after she had thoroughly cleaned him, Melissa continued to run her hands through his hair and over his back and chest, petting the boy, which seemed to bring her comfort. For a consensual couple this would be called “after care”. For Melissa this was her guilt and shame. 

Eventually she felt Eric twitch in her arms. He was starting to come to. It started with a few hoarse coughs. Unsurprisingly, several mouthfuls of viscous opaque fluid were expelled with those coughs. Then as he seemed to get his breathing under control and was fully conscious, his eyes shot open, “AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggg!!!”

Eric let out a pained guttural scream. Followed by another. And another. His arms extended outward reaching for nothing. It was as though the trauma carved into his body while unconscious was now reaching his brain.  Melissa sat stunned, continuing to hold him around the waist. For a full minute Eric continued screaming until his voice went hoarse and he was overcome with a fit of coughing. 

As he slumped forward with exhaustion, Melissa gently stroked Eric's head and back. He jolted at her touch, slowly turning around to face her. Upon making eye contact with her emerald, green eyes, not even noting her soft smile, Eric was filled with panic and terror. He began to struggle in her grip, attempting to escape, but Melissa held him firm. 

“It's okay. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe. You're okay,” Melissa attempted to soothe Eric with her words, while still petting him. As with earlier, his struggles were nothing in the face of her size and strength. When his struggles died down Melissa drew his head and body into her, her breasts “resting” on his shoulders, while his head lay between them. His body sank into her soft belly. 

“You're okay. I've got you. You're safe.”  she continued, as though casting a spell over him. She could feel the tension leaving his body, now stroking his chest and abdomen. 

After a moment of quiet where the only sound was the movement of the water, Eric began to sob, turning his body to lay into her, feeling comforted by her warm softness. Melissa was taken aback by his sudden movement. The two remained like that, in relative silence for minutes, until the water began to cool, and the jets automatically kicked in along with the heating elements. 

With the rumble of bubbling water in the background, Eric finally broke the silence. “I…I'm sorry for biting you.” 

“Oh…” Melissa softly replied, uncertain how to react. He was taking responsibility?! Melissa questioned, internally. 

“I don't remember anything after that. But I feel like it might have been bad. What happened?”

“Umm…we don't have to go into specifics right now.” Melissa was actually on her heels in this conversation, not wanting to disclose what exactly happened. “Let's say we're even for now. Though some things will probably happen again.”

“Oh…okay.”

“Listen…” She stroked his head between her breasts. “Today is a recovery day. We're going to relax and feel better. Okay?”

“Okay…” Eric replied, numb to his predicament, but disconcerted by how much he enjoyed her gentle touch.

Quiet minutes passed, when Eric broke the silence again. “I…um… still don't know your name?”

Melissa wondered if and when this would come up. Somehow, she'd gone more than half a day without her name being relevant. No reason to change that now. 

“You can call me, Freya.” Melissa thought it was clever as she was both the source of his terror and comfort, like a character in one of her favorite anime. 

After another 30 minutes soaking Melissa exited the bath with Eric. She practically treated him like a doll, drying him off, and carrying him in her arms. This was both as a precautionary measure until she put the leash back on him and out of a sense of guilt-ridden obligation.

While being carried out of the bathroom, Eric noticed his captor’s unusually wide gait and winces as she stepped. Pointing to her lower half, Eric asked, “Did I do that?” 

Melissa paused to consider the question, thinking that he was pretty perceptive. “Technically, yes?” Her eyes drifted upward into a corner, while nostalgically smirking. “But don't worry about it.”

Once out of the bathroom, Melissa immediately attached the leash around Eric's neck, whirring as the locking mechanism secured. Feeding her right hand through the loop on the opposite end, this gave her a chance to put on some lounging clothes, which consisted of a sports bra and short gym shorts. Meanwhile, Eric was still wearing his now water-soaked underwear from the day prior. 

“Take those off,” Melissa bluntly ordered while pointing downward with her leash secured hand. 

Eric stood frozen. Crossing his hands over his crotch. 

“Relax… I'm giving you something else to wear while they are cleaned. Besides you've seen my privates… Right… Right?” Melissa paused to think, recalling the times he was unconscious, and she was nude. Feeling confident, “Yeah, you have! So, drop ‘em.” 

In a state of perpetual intimidation, Eric did as he was told, but he made every effort to keep a hand covering himself. That was until she tossed him a pair of oversized shorts over his head. Absent-mindedly, Eric jumped with both hands to catch the garment. Catching it, he landed and realized what happened. Looking back at her, Eric saw her eyes fixed on his groin. Staaare. His face flushed red with embarrassment, he sighed, dropped his head, and smirked. She got me, he thought to himself. 

“Was that… a smile?!” Melissa teased. Not bad for a little guy. 

For a moment, this almost felt like a normal interaction between a couple. Eric quickly left that delusion behind when the leash around his neck rattled while he put on the oversized shorts. They were the same style that Melissa was currently wearing. On her they didn't come close to covering her butt cheeks. On him they reached his knees. 

Melissa led Eric back through the living room towards the kitchen. He paused as they crossed the living room, the plastic tarp crumpling beneath their bare feet. Eric shivered as he recalled the first time he encountered this floor, feeling certain that he was going to die on this plastic. 

Noticing the tension in the leash, Melissa stopped to look back, seeing Eric still and staring at the floor. 

“What Is it?” she asked, slightly tugging on the leash. 

“Nothing…” Eric began. “Actually, no. I saw the bed… why did you put plastic down here just to mess up your bed?”

Melissa was struck by observation, having already questioned her own choices earlier. Annoyed at Eric for pointing out her dumb decision, she decided to remind him of his place. “I can admit that my plans don't always work out the way I intend, but would you like to know what this plastic is really for?” Melissa's voice turned sinister. 

“...” Eric had no reply. Just a lump in his throat that he loudly gulped down at Melissa's shift in tone.

“I'd rather not get piss or shit on my carpet or bed… just you,” Melissa finished her terror-inducing explanation, holding Eric within her hungry gaze. 

Eric’a only reaction was a slightly agape mouth, and tears started to well in his eyes. Was she really going to do that to me, he feared. He attempted to step backwards, but the leash was already taut, leaving no room to retreat.

Seeing his fear rise and tears well, Melissa felt arousal stir within her. “Ow, ow, ow!”
She exclaimed. Her genitals were still in recovery mode and arousal brought more pain than pleasure. She turned away from him, attempting to distract herself and eliminate the pain. Frustrated with her body's lack of cooperation, she tugged forcefully on the leash as she resumed going to the kitchen. 

Eric stumbled forward, unable to contend with the force. Unfortunately for him, he also couldn't slow his momentum and was on a collision course for Melissa’s massive ass. “Mmfff!” Eric moaned as he face-planted into Melissa's right ass cheek, falling to the plastic covered floor after practically bouncing off her.

“Hmm?” Melissa barely budged at Eric's impact. Looking behind her, she saw the young man sprawled on the floor, attempting to climb back to his feet. “I didn't expect to see you in such a hurry to get shit on,” she mused aloud, while lowering herself into a squat over Eric's prone form. 

On his hands and knees, Eric looked up in terror as she spoke and approached. “Please…” He whined, tears now streaming down his face. “Anything but that.” The idea of her defecating on him stripped away any courage Eric had remaining in the corners of his heart. 

“Hahaha!” Melissa laughed, as she stopped her descent. “You dork. I'm teasing you!” she continued her laughter. 

Eric collapsed to the plastic covered floor below. His fear overwhelmed him with a flood of adrenaline. Lowering his heart rate after a couple deep breaths, he spoke, smiling with relief, “So you're not going to shit on me? Oh, thank goodness.”

Melissa immediately stopped laughing. “I am.” She replied with a robotic flatness. 

“Huh?” Eric's face turned ghostly white. 

“I am going shit on you. I'm going to bury you in it.” Melissa spoke with undeniably cold seriousness.

“What? Why?” His eyes widened with fear.

“I want to, Eric.  Because I can.”

“But that's… wha-… I don't deserve that!” Eric was raising his voice for the first time he was taken from his home. 

Yes… fight! Melissa thought. His resistance was delicious to her. 

“You don't deserve it.” Eric was stunned at her agreement and admission. Truthfully, Melissa had been shaken by how bad she felt while bathing Eric. She struggled to reconcile her guilt with her very real and unrelenting desire to abuse him again and again. Knocking him out. Drowning him in her cum. Smothering him nearly to death. Melissa, driven by a voice from within, had decided before they even left the bedroom that tolerating her feelings of guilt and shame were worth the pleasure, worth his suffering, worth exercising every disgusting and depraved impulse she had on the boy. 

She continued, “The punishment you deserved ended before we left your home.”

“...”

“I WANT to do these things to you. It makes me feel good, even when I feel bad for doing it!” She raised her voice, sounding increasingly unhinged as her eyes rolled at the thought, and she licked her lips. 

Eric sat in stunned silence and horror as he watched her articulate her madness. This can't be real. This can't be happening. He thought. 

“But why me?” Eric replied on his knees, tears pouring down his cheeks, silently pleading for mercy.  

“Hell if I know. I've never done this with anyone before. You… You're special. You’ve set something free in me and I don't want to put it back.”

Eric's mind was swirling g with despair and another strange unidentifiable feeling. She said her was "special." No one ever called him that. Giving into despair, Eric hung his head and sobbed, face in his hands.

“Hey, hey! Stop that!” Melissa shouted, groaning with discomfort. “I told you about those tears. And it hurts to get horny right now. So, stand up and let's get some breakfast.”

“What?!” Eric was so confused. “You said you were…” He could barely form the words now. 

“Gonna shit on you?” Melissa finished his sentence. “I am, dummy. But not right now. I told you, it's a relaxation and recovery day. Now let's go!” She tugged the leash and began to walk, forcing Eric to either stand up and trail behind or be dragged. 

Eric stood up and followed. His mind was reeling. It was as though he received a stay of execution, but the execution was still coming. She said ‘bury,’ he thought to himself. Is she going to kill me? Eric's mind raced and wandered, trying to understand his captor's plans and motives. It should have been clear by now that any effort to figure her out was futile.

Melissa was losing her grip on sanity. 

Unable to stand trying to figure her out, Eric simply asked with his breaking voice, “Are you going to kill me?”

Melissa paused with her hand on the refrigerator door. “Not if I can help it. Listen, I don't want to hurt you. It's just you being hurt or maybe dying might be a side effect of me feeling good.” Shrugged her shoulders as she finished talking.

She shrugged her shoulders?! About my life?! Eric was losing it on the inside but was unwilling to risk an outburst. 

“I mean this morning,” Melissa continued. “I thought I lost you. I didn't like that feeling at all.”

“So it was bad?”

“For me, hell no. It was the best thing ever. I mean stuffing your head…” Melissa stopped herself as she saw Eric's eyes widen. “Yeah… it was bad.” 

Even though Melissa made it clear her pleasure was the driving force behind her decisions and behavior, it wasn't as though she felt entirely comfortable with her actions. This duality was placing unfathomable stress on her psyche, disturbing even herself as she reflected on her rapidly shifting thoughts, feelings, and motivation.

Despite revealing her intentions to Eric, she proceeded with making breakfast about as normally as could be. Cooking a carton-plus of eggs, a package of bacon, some toast, and pancakes, all while keeping Eric tethered to her wrist, ensuring he never got a chance near a knife or shape object. Sitting him on her lap, the same as the night prior, she directed him eat using his hands. 

Practically starving, Eric accepted his reality and prepared to eat. “The syrup is sticky… I can't grab that.”

“What… Do you have some tactile sensory issues?” Oof, she thought, sympathizing with how much he must have been suffering.  

“No… I just don't like my hands feeling sticky.”

“Fine…” Unexpectedly, Melissa proceeded to feed Eric, cutting a wedge of pancake with the knife and fork he was prohibited from handling. “Open.”

Taken aback by this development, Eric hesitated as the sweet syrupy bite floated inches away from his mouth. This is too bizarre. She's feeding me, and then plans to… He couldn't finish the thought. Instead, he tried to push it out of his mind and bit the fork. 

Melissa watched intently as his lips closed around the fork. His eyes closed, savoring the taste.  Slowly withdrawing the fork from his mouth, Melissa bit her own lip as she watched his slide over the metal tines. Damn! This boy is so…grrr. Melissa was experiencing cuteness aggression as she observed the young man in her lap. 

Opening his eyes, as he finished chewing, Eric was surprised that he allowed himself to so wholly experience that bite. Looking up at Melissa’s face, Eric was shaken at her lustful expression locked on him. His face and neck flushed red, with self-consciousness. “What is it,” he nervously asked. 

“Nothing…” Melissa extended her left hand to the right side of his head. Eric flinched away. “Don't move!” He remained still, as her hand touched his head, stroking his hair back. “You're just really adorable.” Her tone rapidly shifted between, calm, controlling, and comforting, leaving Eric in a constant state of discomfort and anxiety.

Disturbed by her sudden show of gentle affection following her forceful direction, Eric’s eyes shifted downward, not daring to move his body without her permission. “Can I move and keep eating… please?” He quietly uttered. 

“Oh… yes, of course. Let me know if you want more pancakes.” She ruffled his hair as she finished. 

Breakfast proceeded in relative silence only accompanied by the clinking of silverware on plates of food. Melissa thoroughly outpaced Eric in consumption, pounding down multiple stacks of pancakes, a dozen eggs, and nearly the entire package of bacon, save the few slices Eric grabbed. Comparatively, Eric was just nibbling. 

Placing the dishes in the washer, Melissa led Eric back to the living room. Immediately upon stepping onto the crumpled plastic, anxiety began to well up in Eric. Feeling tremors in the leash, Melissa looked down to the young man to see his paling face and tense body. 

Looking to ease his tension, Melissa broke the silence. “So, I'm pretty much out of groceries. That was probably the last home cooked meal for a minute. Cause we're not going shopping.”

Eric looked up to her as she spoke.

“We'll probably order out for the meals here on. What do you have a taste for?” 

Surprised that he was being asked his preference, Eric barely knew how to respond. Was this a trick? What if I answer ‘wrong?’ Eric was paralyzed with uncertainty. In his panic, he defaulted to a teen staple and unthinkingly uttered, “Taco Bell?”

Stunned at the recommendation, Melissa couldn't contain her immediate thought, “Geez, you must actually want to get shit on!”

Eric's heart sank, as he placed his hands on his head, grabbing a bunch of his dirty blonde hair. ‘Taco Bell?!’ Why the fuck would you say, ‘Taco Bell?!’ He screamed at himself internally. 

Melissa could see the stress on Eric's face and face. His eyes were fixed forward, pupils shifting rapidly. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she waited for his eyes to meet hers, “Calm down. You'll be okay.” She picked him up and carried him to the couch, once again sitting him on her lap. 

Turning on some mindless TV programming, Melissa sat with Eric on her lap like a pet, rubbing his head and back until his tension dissipated. Between the meal and the petting, he eventually fell asleep. Once Eric was out, Melissa repositioned him, so he was laying face down on her thighs, his head set above her crotch. While she had no intention of getting aroused, not risking the pain, Melissa did enjoy keeping Eric inundated by her womanly scent. 

Hours passed like this; Melissa binging TV, scrolling through her phone and stoking the frail body of the boy whose head was in her lap. Eventually the doorbell rang. She nudged Eric Slightly to see if he would stir. No response. Feeling confident in his unconsciousness, she answered the door to collect 5 pizzas. 

As she returned to the living room, Eric stirred slightly. Maybe it was the absence of her warmth or touch. Maybe it was her scent. Melissa quickly put the pizzas down and took hold of his leash, as though she never left. She couldn't risk him being aware that there were times when she wasn't in complete control over him. 

Eric sniffed loudly, his brain scratched by the scent of melted cheese, baked bread, and roasted tomato. “Oh my god!” He exclaimed while sitting up. He looked toward Melissa, whose eyes were already trained in him and wearing a kind grin. “It's not Taco Bell?!” 

“It's not,” she calmly replied, still donning a warm smile. 

“Th-Thank you, Freya.”

Melissa blushed, her head lunching backwards at Eric's declaration. He actually called me that. Eric was so overwhelmed with relief that his foolish utterance had not condemned him to an apparent taco bell-fueled burial in feces that he had practically forgotten about all the other suffering she'd subjected him to, psychological and physical. Melissa resisted the impulse to immediately burst his bubble and instead let him enjoy the moment. She considered it seasoning for his future tears. 

“Can I?” Eric asked, gesturing toward the pizza.

“Have at it,” Melissa replied, looking on like a mother watching her children open presents on Christmas morning, sitting down next to him. It doesn't take much to him happy; just a subversion of expectations. She thought.

The next twenty minutes, the two enjoyed their dinner in relative silence. For every slice Eric ate, Melissa ate half a pie. On more than one occasion, Eric stared, slackjawed, as she scarfed down slices at an unbelievable rate. 

The pies demolished, Melissa rose up and walked to the thermostat, Eric trailing wordlessly behind her without prompt. After adjusting the setting she returned to the couch, placed back in her lap, but mostly on her left thigh with his head resting on her left breast like a pillow. 

Melissa handed Eric the TV remote. He looked back with uncertainty as she nodded her head to give him permission. He eventually found his comfort movie, Avengers: Endgame. Engrossed by the action and story, Eric tried his best to let himself be distracted from everything he'd experienced, even while sitting on his captor’s lap and using her breast as a pillow. The movie was pretty effective for if not for the occasional rumble and bubbling be felt in his back from Melissa digestion. He would look back at her with each prominent rumble, but she never looked away from the screen. The most she did during the film was occasionally check her cell phone. 

Nearly three hours later the film credits rolled.

“How are you feeling, Eric? Relaxed? Recovered?” Melissa asked. 

Uncertain what answer would protect him the most, Eric chose to be honest. Looking back at her face, Eric noted she was heavily perspiring. “I do feel a lot better than I did this morning.” Unwilling to give her a chance to speak and articulate some terrible idea, he continued. “But it's pretty hot in here, or is it me? Maybe I'm not fully there…”

Nice try. “It is hot, I agree.” She replied. A bead of sweat dropping from her chin and trailing down into her shimmering cleavage. 

Eric couldn't stop his eyes from following the bead. He gulped. Her body is.. amazing, he thought, completely forgetting his prior experiences with it.

“Jealous?” She interrupted his gawking. 

“I'm sorry!” Eric's face turned red with embarrassment. She laughed. Recovering, Eric followed up, “But how are you?”

“Me? Oh, she’s still out of commission,” gesturing toward her crotch, before checking her cell phone once again. Eric sighed with relief until he noticed her eyes light up while looking at her phone.

Abruptly, Melissa stood up, standing Eric up in front of her. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked, anxiety starting to rise. 

“It's fine.” She turned her back to him and started to pull down her shorts. She wasn't wearing any underwear. 

“What's going on? What are you doing?” Eric asked, his voice trembling as he tried to distance himself as much as the leash around his neck would allow. His eyes were fixed on the pale globes emerging from the shorts, shining with perspiration, wobbling as they were set free from the tight fabric.

“I'm going to sit on your face.”

Eric’s body locked up as if he'd been tazed. Stepping out of her shorts and turning to face him, Melissa closed the gap between them, lifting Eric upby his armpits and holding him over the couch. 

“B-but you said sh-sh-she’s out of commission.” Eric began pleading. 

“She is. You're going in the back.” quickly, before he could begin crying and pique her arousal, Melissa flipped Eric onto the couch, his head and shoulders landing on the seat cushion, while the rest of him ran up the back rest, his feet just hanging over the headrest. 

Stunned, Eric could barely process this rapid turn of events. Panting, frozen in shock, he looked back and forth as Melissa’s sweat sheened giant ass loomed Over him. It was as then he realized, she turned off the AC to get sweaty.  He looked through her legs, surprised to see her leaning down looking at him smiling a sinister grin. 

“I'm lactose intolerant,” was the last thing Eric heard and Mellissa said before she dropped her weight down onto him. 

“Nooo-” Schlick!

Thanks to the last several hours in a hot summer home, Melissa had developed a healthy sheen of sweat across her body, but her deep crevassed ass accumulated the most moisture. As she sat back, Eric's head slid between her cheeks with less resistance than a hot knife through butter. Melissa sighed, not because it was particularly arousing, but because she simply enjoyed using him like this. Melissa didn't consider herself to be a sadist. There was just something about this boy that she enjoyed messing with. As she looked back over her shoulder to see his little feet wiggling, she kicked her feet, and a schoolgirl squeal and giggle escaped her mouth. 

Meanwhile, Eric was in utter disbelief. His cheeks were squeezed by the immense pressure of Melissa’s ass. His eyes stung as her sweat invaded, despite his squinting them shut. The heat was oppressive, and the humidity made him feel like he was drowning with every hard-fought breath. The only silver lining is that since she was so inactive following their bath that morning that the smell was at worst, neutral. It smelled like her, only more concentrated. 

Though he was unbound, thanks to Melissa’s girth, the only part of Eric that remained exposed were his little feet wiggling above the headrest behind her shoulders, a small portion of his forearms, and his hands. To no avail, Eric slapped his hands into the couch below and grasped towards Melissa’s ass and thighs, but they remained out of reach. 

Mentally, Eric was at a loss. He raged at himself for letting his guard down, regardless of whether he had any power to resist. He didn't, of course. He couldn't comprehend why she was abusing him like this.  Even after she told him her motivation, because she wanted to, that answer didn't make sense. Because he was special? How?  Eric wondered.

As he stewed in the depths of Melissa's ass, Eric could only focus on his survival. He was breathing well enough. There were pockets of flesh that allowed for air to reach him. But he struggled to understand her end game. He wasn't suffocating. She wasn't seeking arousal. What was she after? He wondered. 

Then as though answering his question, Eric heard a rumble. One not too dissimilar from the kind he heard and felt while sitting on her lap, except these felt closer, deeper, and more menacing. 

For the first time since his head was swallowed by her cheeks, Eric attempted to shout. “Mmmmmffff” was the only result of his effort. 

Feeling the vibration of her own digestion, followed by the air and muffled sounds of her captive, Melissa smiled to herself. It was evident that he finally pieced together her intentions. Checking her phone again, she read an Update: “Your package is 5 stops away. Please be ready to sign.”

Melissa didn't have a lot of time to do this. The race against the clock and the method of her conditions for victory gave her a thrill. Sure, she could have easily bound and gagged Eric, placing him out of sight and out of mind. She could have smothered him unconscious. She could have even knocked him out with blunt force. But no, she'd already done all those things, and she would do them again. This was about embracing and acting out every novel dark fantasy that crossed her mind. About using this boy who just seemed to fit right where she wanted him... where she needed him. 

Yes… she was going to gas him unconscious. He was going to suffer and pass out. And then she would collect her pleasantly early delivery right on time. 

“Your package is 4 stops away.”

Eric's breaths were increasingly shallow. He simultaneously understood what was coming and didn't know what to expect. He couldn't move. He couldn't fight. He could only wait, utterly gripped with anticipation.

Melissa felt a minor discomfort in her lower abdomen. She patted her belly a couple times to encourage movement. When she felt the pressure reach her anus. She prepared to push. 

She hadn't positioned Eric's head and face directly in front of her anus. No, that would be for another time. Instead, his head was just deeply buried in her ass. There was plenty of room to spare without him being right at her exit. 

Eric was intensely focused on the rumbling above him. Like a Train rolling down the tracks the sound was overwhelming. Then it stopped. Silence. Terror consumed Eric's mind. His own heartbeat and hers were all he could hear. Then…

Hisssssssssss.

Without delay, the atmosphere went from sweltering to scorching. The change led Eric to hyperventilate, taking even shorter rapid breaths. A disastrous reaction. Before Eric knew it, an egg and dairy-laden sulfuric blast had punched him in the nose and mouth. His eyes immediately began to water, mixing with the sweat that was already assaulting them, increasing the burning sensations. He could taste the hot, greasy air coating his open mouth.

“Grrraaaaggghhh!” Eric screamed and gagged as the noxious fumes overwhelmed his olfactory senses. His entire body seized up. Unable to hold his breath and resist the assault, Eric inhaled a 4th time, renewing his suffering. His eyes rolled back as the smell alone was stripping him of his consciousness. 

Melissa felt him fading under her. The tension in his body was relaxing. She could feel every inch of him through her sensitive sweat slicked skin. 

“Oh, no you don't,” Melissa muttered through a grunt, as she pushed out another blast. 

Braaaaappppfffft! 

The tuba-like explosion rolled over Eric with a thick wave of heat. The smell was even more concentrated, as if formed in depths of a flatulent volcano. His own stomach, full of pizza, lurched and convulsed, preparing to expel its contents.

Because Melissa was sitting full weight on top of him, she could feel every movement beneath her, as she compressed Eric into the couch. Her eyes went wide as she felt his abdomen pulse against her lower back. She knew what that was, but she had a mission to finish and refused to move. She did the next best thing: threaten him. 

“Don't you fucking throw up on me!” She shouted to make sure she was heard through gluteal earmuffs. “If you do, I swear I'll shit down your throat tonight!”

Despite being muffled by her ass flesh, Eric heard Melissa loud and clear.  Still in gaseous torment, he fought against his own involuntary bodily functions. It was a losing battle. Already crying from the burn of salt sweat and farts, Eric was now experiencing the pain of stomach acid burning his throat and the disgust of tasting and swallowing his own bile. 

Feeling him fight against his own body after her threat, Melissa relaxed slightly, checking her phone. 

“Your package is 2 stops away.”

Damn. I have to end this. She thought. Her intestines had been bubbling plenty for the last half hour. It was now a matter of forcing those bubbles to the exit in time. With a previously unused force, Melissa began to push, flexing her lower abdomen and relaxing her anus. 

Eric was oblivious to her exertion, still suffering the last blast and fighting his body's impulses to avoid an even worse fate. That's when the next round hit him, harder and louder than the last.

BBBBRAAAAPPTTTT!!!

A sustained 5-second wave of flatulence slammed into Eric's head and face. The sound left his ears ringing, as though he'd just been shelled on a battlefield. The heat made him feel like his skin was melting. Then the smell hit. Eric's eyes rolled around his head. It was an unfathomable stench. A blend between rotten eggs, spoiled milk, and gastric bile. Eric felt splatters of moisture hit his forehead and spread throughout Melissa's crack. His senses were so overwhelmed, and his lungs burned after inhaling such tainted air that his entire body started convulsing. Eric could feel his consciousness peeling away. His body was shutting itself down as a trauma response. 

Melissa could feel Eric tremors beneath her. She relished the power her body demonstrated on this litte man. His life was in her hands. No… his life was in her ass. She watched his exposed features, his feet aimlessly flailing, his hands rapidly slapping against the couch begging for freedom. She was so close. 

Giving another powerful push, she felt Eric's body seize up as her anal exhaust smothered him unconscious. As his struggles fell still, Melissa checked her phone. 

“Your package is the next stop. Please stand by.”

Smiling, she pushed one last fart out of good measure on Eric's still form. There was no reaction.

Ssplllaaabt!

Melissa immediately clenched her anus closed upon hearing its sound. That was wet! She thought. Standing up, she placed a hand on Eric's midsection to ensure he slid out from between her cheeks when she rose.

Schhhhlllick!

His head fell to the couch with a wet splat. His hair was soaked. His mouth flopped open. His face… Oops, Melissa thought. Eric's rosy cheeks, along with the rest of his face was painted with a thin, streaky brown film. After a moment of observation, she saw Eric's chest began to heave up and down. Good, still alive.

Ding-Dong!

Melissa slipped her shorts back on and answered the door. The delivery driver stood stunned for several seconds as the opening door revealed a 8 ft. tall, glistening goddess of a woman.

“Uh…delivery for Melissa Vernon?”

“Yes, that's me.”

“Please sign here ma'am.” Handing over the tablet the driver shuffled back to his truck and loaded a dolly with half a dozen various sized, non-descript boxes. “Here you are ma'am,” he said, unloading the boxes onto her front step. 

“Thank you!” She replied, picking up all the boxes at the same time. In awe at her display of strength, the driver silently stepped back before turning and hustling back to the truck and drove off. 

Returning inside, Melissa placed the boxes on the plastic lined floor, while glancing to see Eric still where she left him; unconscious, but his breathing seemed steadier. She proceeded to open each box with unbridled excitement. 

It was all here. A 2'x2'x2’ steel reinforced smother box, with extra seat padding and head cushion. A smother harness along with multipurpose binding straps for creative configurations. An assortment or free form restraints. An assortment of mouth gags and openings with various funneling attachments. A reinforced 2'x2'x2’ toilet box with adjustable neck seal. And her most anticipated item, a set of 10 graduated butt plugs from 6-inches in diameter to 16, along with tape measurer. 

Glancing back and forth between her new toys and her boy toy, Melissa’s lips curled into an unrestrained smile. Her fun was just beginning


PART 5 – X-Mas in June

“Green-eyed monster! Green-eyed monster! Green-eyed monster!” 

On a misty spring afternoon, three young boys were jumping in a circle taunting a brown-haired, green-eyed girl who was on the ground.  

“Green-Eyed mon- Ow!”

One of the boys cried out after he'd been struck by something. Looking down, he noticed a pebble on the ground.  The other two boys stopped their taunts to see what happened. As they watched him pick up the stone, “Ow!” A second boy cried out. Holding his head, the second boy looked into the direction from where the stone came, with the others following his gaze.

There they saw a childish figure wearing a long gray jacket with a hood over their head. The figure bent down and picked up a much larger rock and proceeded to toss it in their hand; a clear threat. 

“Let's get out of here,” the third boy cried, fearing he was the target of the next, much bigger stone. 

As the boys scampered away, the hooded figure approached the girl on the ground. She stared in awe of this mysterious hero. Once within arm’s reach, the figure pulled back their hood to reveal another child, a boy with wheat-golden hair. He smiled warmly, as he extended his hand and spoke, “Are you okay?”





Melissa sharply inhaled, clenching her hand as she was startled awake. Why am I remembering that? She wondered. As her hand relaxed, no longer grasping the offered hand from her dream, she noticed blonde hair between her fingers. Looking down, she saw the top of Eric's head, his face nestled in her crotch and his arms bound to her thighs using her recently acquired straps, while his body knelt before her. His leash had been removed. 

She was sitting in a love seat; one not too dissimilar from the one she destroyed at Eric's home. Legs spread wide and free hand on the arm rest, she fell asleep seated like a king. Still wearing her shorts from the previous evening, she vaguely recalled binding him to herself, wanting him to be surrounded by her scent before dozing off while watching TV. 

A warm orange glow filled the living room as the rising sun pierced through the blinds. Checking her phone for the time, it was 6:02 am. Monday. Letting her head fall back, Melissa sighed and took in the early morning quiet, the soft muffled breaths of her captive providing a steady rhythm in the air. 

Laid out before her were all the toys she ravenously opened the previous night; thoughtfully forming a half circle. Melissa petted Eric's head several times, while she gazed excitedly over her treasures. When he was unresponsive to these gentle touches, she lightly slapped his head. Still not stirring, Melissa rotated her hips up, bringing her butt forward on the seat. With a little exertion, she forced out a small toot. 

Pplbbt!

Counting in her head, one-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand, fou-.

Eric's body jolted to life as the potent rectal smelling salts assaulted his nose.

“Mmmmfffff,” he screamed, tilting his head up as much as possible in an effort to escape the fetid miasma assaulting his nose and burning his eyes. Meeting Melissa’s eyes, he saw her Cheshire grin. 

I don't remember putting that ball gag in, she thought. “Good morning, sleepy head,” Melissa said cheekily, as if she hadn't just farted in his face. Restraining him by crossing her ankles behind Eric’s Kneeling body, she proceeded to unstrap his arms from her thighs. “Did I show you all my toys, yet?”

Eric shook his head “no,” his body laboring for fresh untainted air, unable to speak with his mouth gagged after a day of unobstructed oral freedom. 

Melissa easily picked Eric up, turning his back to her and placed him on her lap, allowing him to survey the toys sprawled on the plastic covered floor.

There's so many. Eric shuddered as he scanned the objects. A couple boxes with holes in the top.  An assortment of straps and gags, one of which he was getting acquainted with right now. And a bunch of very large butt plugs. What the actual fuck, he thought. 

Giving him sufficient time to take in the scene, Melissa asked, “Well, what do you think? What should we try out first?” 

Eric looked back at her and into her big green eyes, his own welling with tears, and emitted a sad groan. 

“I swear, you're never going to learn with those tears, are you?” Melissa spoke as she felt arousal stir within her groin. “Oh…” she removed his gag. “Well?” She asked impatiently. 

Eric stretched his mouth several times, attempting to readjust to not having the ball lodged between his teeth and lips. 

“Ple-” he began to weakly utter. 

“Aht, aht!” Melissa interrupted. “Enough begging. Make a choice.”

What kind of game is she playing, he wondered.  Eric dragged his tongue across his lips, still adjusting to an unobstructed mouth. Melissa watched him intently, biting her own lip as she tracked his tongue's movement. It was then she realized there was no pain accompanying her arousal. 

“You know what? Never mind.” She interjected as he inhaled, preparing to speak. 

“Huh,” Eric replied, barely grasping what was happening or the conversation she was leading.

Melissa roughly grabbed Eric by the back of neck and led him several steps to where the smother box was placed. Exerting minimal effort, she forced Eric to kneel before the box. 

Eric's head was spinning. Just moments ago, he'd been woken by her gag-inducing flatulence. Then she made him look at what he thought could only be tools for torture, and then asked him to choose his form of abuse? Eric barely comprehended what he was seeing, Oh god! What is this for? He thought, as he stared at the sturdy looking box, with a hole in the pad on its top. 

“It's a smother box,” Melissa said, as though she read his mind. His despair filled expression made it easy enough for her to tell what he was thinking. She quickly moved the other toys to the side. Then she spun the box so the hole on the side was facing Eric. 

Upon seeing it. Eric finally understood what he was looking at. No! My head goes in there?! He thought, as nausea and terror tugged at him. Then, responding to his fight or flight instincts, Eric stood up and started to run. 

Hearing the plastic behind her rapidly crumple, Melissa whipped her head around to see the small young man scrambling to his feet.  Eyes wide with joy and surprise, Melissa grinned. Good. I was worried I'd broken you.

Without any plan, Eric started moving. Before he knew it, he was in the kitchen. His heart trying to leap from his chest, he tried to focus his thoughts and come up with a plan. That's when he saw a magnetic knife rack holding several kitchen knives. He was so focused on his next move that he didn't notice the heavy footsteps closing in behind him. 

Melissa pursued Eric into the kitchen, rapidly closing the gap. When she noticed his attention lock onto the knife rack, she swiftly moved into action. Thinking of hurting me, are you? Just as Eric was about to reach a blade, she extended her arm, wrapping her massive paw around his thin neck, and lifted him off the ground. 

“Nooo!” Eric screamed through a pained grunt, kicking his legs as he separated from the floor. He felt himself being turned in mid-air as he came face to face with his mini-giantess captor. Held only inches away, Eric could feel her warm morning breath pour over him as she spoke. 

“Now, just what were you planning to do, Eric? Were you thinking of hurting me?” Her eyes twitched as she spoke. She carried him back to the living room, unceremoniously dropping him onto the floor next to the box. 

“You have to stop this. This is wrong. Freya, please, just let me go!” Eric pleaded with renewed energy. The day of “recovery” seemed to have drained his will to fight and survive. Lulled into complacency by her unexpected affection and gentleness, Eric had nearly forgotten that he was a captive. She's crazy. I won't survive here. He thought, as he tried to reason with the Big Woman. “I know you can be kind. You don't have to treat me like this.”

Melissa's tenuous grasp on reality was being stretched to its limit. “Shut up! Stop talking!” She shouted as she pushed Eric flat to the floor with her foot. “All you do is talk, trying to get your way!” She knelt to the floor and proceeded to place Eric's head into the box, completely bypassing his ineffective resistance. “But in the end, you'll hurt me!” She bound his wrists with straps to the side of the box. Standing back up, and straddling the box, facing Eric's feet, Melissa removed her shorts. 

Eric’s face was tightly squeezed through the top hole of the box. A mechanism activated raising his head until his face was several inches above the cushion. He scrunched his eyes closed as his head was pressed tightly into the cushion.  Upon opening his eyes, he saw Melissa removing her shorts. Her pale globes giggled as they were set free from the fabric. Eric couldn't help but notice the deep crevasses between the top of her thigh and the bottom of her ass cheeks, not to mention the deep valley separating the two cheeks. Drops of her sweat sprinkled his face as she proceeded to slap her cheeks. Starting to hyperventilate  Eric tried to beg for mercy, one last time, “Please don't do this.”

“No one will ever hurt me again.” Melissa said, zoning out and ignoring Eric’s pleas, as she dropped her ass onto his exposed face, sealing him in darkness. “Never again,” she whispered, closing her eyes. 







“Are you okay,” the blonde boy asked as he extended his hand to the green-eyed girl on the ground.

She looked up, eyes glossy with fresh tears, and took his hand. “I'm fine. Thank you.”

“My name is Ian. Ian Evans.”

Standing up, with his assistance the girl replied, “Melissa Vernon. Thank you, again, Ian,” dropping her head and blushing as she said his name. 

That was how Melissa met the boy who would become her best friend, her first love, her first many things, and the last man to hurt her.

Melissa and Ian shared a typical childhood friendship in their early years. As an early bloomer, Ian had a confidence that Melissa always admired. Topping out at 5’6” by the end of elementary school, he continued to be her protector from those who would taunt and tease for various childish reasons. Unfortunately for Ian, his growth would stop there.

In Middle school, Ian worked up the courage to ask Melissa to be his girlfriend the summer before 8th grade. Melissa immediately agreed, unable to imagine anyone else as her boyfriend. While their relationship was limited to hand holding and the occasional kiss on the cheek, it was clear these two deeply cared for one another and it wasn’t just a fleeting love. 

Melissa, unlike Ian, was a very late bloomer.  Her big woman characteristics would not manifest until she fully entered puberty, which did not occur until the end of 8th grade; after they started dating. Initially, hers was no different than any other adolescent girl, but as the first year of high school started, her big woman traits began to manifest, with her hips beginning to widen and inches being added to her then 5-foot tall frame. By the end of the first semester of freshman year, she was the same height as Ian. By the end of the year, she was already several inches taller than him. Her rapid growth and dramatic womanly features began to draw strange and jealous looks from peers, due to her unusual size for a girl, but also for the contrast in height with her lover. 

Eventually the protector dynamic flipped, as Melissa had grown over a foot taller than Ian by the end of their sophomore year. As peers would pick on him for being increasingly below average in height and coupled with a well above average girlfriend, Melissa found herself intimidating Ian’s would-be bullies. Ian took these changes in stride, having developed an almost unshakable confidence over the years, which was only strengthened by the support from the love of his childhood best friend. Melissa, on the other hand, found herself feeling increasingly insecure, as she struggled to feel comfortable in her rapidly changing body. If not for Ian’s steadfast love and support, she would have had a much more difficult transition.

As time progressed, Ian and Melissa continued to mature into adulthood, sharing milestones with one another. They each gave their virginity to the other and explored their sexual curiosity with the kind of vigor only hormonal teenagers could. There was one thing that Melissa refused to do, however, much to Ian’s disappointment. Her insecurity with her size prohibited her from ever being on top during physical intimacy, despite Ian’s pleas. This would change on prom night.

Nearing graduation, both over 18, and a now three-foot difference in height, Melissa finally conceded to try being on top on prom night. Something of a culmination of their high school relationship, she decided to “treat” her love to his most desired and persistent request on this coming-of-age celebration.

After the dance had ended and the couple left the after-after party, Ian led them to a hotel downtown that he had reserved for their special night, as though this would be the moment they would walk into their adult relationship together. Their affection began like any other: deep kisses coupled with shallow, anticipatory breaths, as they wildly groped at one another’s body. Having embraced her size somewhat, Melissa took her role in fulfilling Ian’s fantasy seriously. Shoving him to the bed, she approached slowly and sensually. Watching her stalk him to the bed, Ian clumsily disrobed, kicking away his tuxedo pants while unbuttoning his rented shirt. Melissa had much less work to do, simply pulling her shoulder straps to the edge, letting gravity do the rest of the work. 

Ian lay on his back, staring in aIwe at his giantess girlfriend. He never imagined that the girl he rescued from bullies so many years ago would grow into this woman. Tall, curvaceous, kind, and gentle. “How did I get so lucky?” He whispered

Melissa smiled as she watched her love enthusiastically struggle to discard his clothes. She found joy in making him happy. The boy who was her hero became the man who owned her heart. Melissa stripped sensually out of her undergarments, stepping out of her panties as she climbed on to the bed.

Ian never quite got used to the perfection that was Melissa's body. Despite her size, gravity had no effect on the perkiness of her massive breasts. Her ass, each cheek wider than his whole body, was smooth, round, and dimple free. Crawling over his naked body, Melissa’s breasts swayed hypnotically. Ian whispered as though in a trance, “69 me, babe.”

Melissa paused, on all fours, with her face above Ian’s, prepared to protest. “I agreed to be on top, but I don’t know about doing that. It could be dangerous.”

Ian immediately quipped back, “If that's the way I go, I will have lived a fulfilled life,” flashing a winning smile. 

“Ian, stop! That’s not funny. Think about how I would feel if something bad happened.”

“I promise, nothing bad will happen. I’ll let you know if anything is wrong. Besides, we need a warm up anyway, right.”

He was convincing as usual. Melissa couldn’t resist his charm. And he was right, rarely had they ever just gotten straight to business without a bit of foreplay. Tonight should be no different.

“Fine, but you better not hesitate if something is uncomfortable.”

“Of course.” Ian replied, grabbing Melissa's face and pulling her into a passionate kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Melissa softy replied with red flushed cheeks. She proceeded to rotate her body over Ian, until her hips were over his head. She giggled when she realized their physical incompatibility with Ian's requested position. “Babe, my mouth can’t reach you like this.”

Undeterred, Ian replied, “That’s alright. Use your hands. Just let me make you feel good.”

With that Melissa lowered her hips until her moist pussy was close enough for Ian to raise his head and make contact. His touch was always so gentle yet firm, starting with wet kisses until her lips naturally spread to invite him in further. Then he let his well-honed tongue skills go to work.

He knew her so well. Hers was the only womanhood he’d ever explored. Melissa, for her part, began to exercise her skillful hands, first palming all of Ian’s cock and balls, collectively massaging until he was fully erect. Her hands were always adept at getting Ian off, but as they grew with her Big Woman body, he’d become even more putty-like to her touch. She could bring him to climax as quickly or slowly as she wanted, almost guaranteeing they could orgasm at the same time, if she desired.

“Mel, you can sit back a bit,” Ian uttered with his lips still attached to her vagina.
 
Melissa groaned at his instructions. She remained self-conscious about their size difference in this position. Resigned to trust him, she let her weight settle, Ian’s head pressing into the mattress below. “Oh…” Melissa’s eyes rolled back, and her spine tingled with the novel sensation of pressure from her lover's face. This is new…and nice.  She thought.

With his neck no longer straining to reach her, Ian doubled his efforts, plunging his tongue deeper into her pussy, and applying more pressure on her clit. He could tell the difference in this position as more moisture began to heavily seep onto his face. Ian couldn't help but smile, knowing he was making his love feel so good.

Melissa struggled to remain focused on her hand job, falling into a simple rhythm of strokes on Ian's erect member. Normally, she would employ all manner of wrist twists and dual grips, but the pleasure she was feeling threw her off her game. Breaths shallow, Melissa was kicking herself for not trying this sooner. “Oh, Ian.” she moaned as his little lover expertly ate her out from below. Still leaning forward, she shook her head and regained some focus, recommitting herself to securing mutual orgasm, as she felt her own starting to build. 

Melissa was pumping Ian with great vigor, but he remained in the lead. His tongue work and the new pressure on her vulva was winning the race to climax. Melissa struggled to stay focused, eventually sitting up, now placing most of her weight on Ian, while still firmly gripping his member.

Ian could feel his own orgasm building but was stunned when he felt his girlfriend's weight shift backwards, fully engulfing his face. Prior to this he was able to breathe simply by widening his mouth. Now he could barely catch a breath from turning his head to the side. He asked for this, so he wouldn't dare ask her to move. Not yet. He was determined to make do without worrying her. Getting her to come soon will help. Ian thought.

Melissa felt Ian's efforts increase, as she settled further onto his face, pumping him with reckless abandon now, as she spit onto her hand for additional lubrication. Feeling his cock start to swell between her fingers, Melissa could sense his orgasm nearing along with hers. She started rocking her hips, effectively fucking Ian’s face. I could get used to being on top.  She thought.

As she experienced sensations like never before, Melissa was much less aware of what her body was doing and her prior concerns with being on top had all but left her mind. Feeling her orgasm continue to build with the love of her life, she spread her knees, allowing her crotch to apply even more pressure on Ian. This movement nearly sent her straight over the edge, while the increased pressure cut off any means for air to Ian. Turning his head no longer meant sneaking a breath. He was only met with more wet flesh as her pussy lips sank past his cheeks, nearly reaching his ears. Melissa had no idea how deep he was or the kind of trouble he was in. Her mind was consumed with her own pleasure.

Moments passed; Melissa didn’t even notice Ian’s ejaculate on her arm. She mistimed their synchronized climax. No… she’d forgotten everything but her own orgasm. In fact, she was still pumping Ian’s rapidly softening penis, oblivious to its change. Ian, finally giving in, had begun to tap Melissa’s butt to signal for air, but she was unresponsive to his subtle pleas. This being the first time they had ever tried something that might require a signal, it wasn't unreasonable for her not to know what his taps and slaps meant. For Melissa, she thought he was just slapping her ass, a very Ian thing to do. 

Ian's body began to spasm. It had been so long since he took a breath, he couldn't even scream as he felt himself suffocating beneath his love. Melissa, rocking away on his small face, felt his body bounce on the bed. Assuming he was cumming, she didn’t think twice, since she missed him actually ejaculating moments earlier. Instead, she escalated her own pace, hoping to match his climax as closely as possible. For the next 15 seconds Melissa ground her hips with everything she had, hoping to avoid being left too far behind. When her climax finally arrived, she was lost in pleasure. Female ejaculate erupted from within as though a dam had broken on her lover’s face. her lower abdomen and every muscle in her thighs vibrated as a 30-second wave of pleasure pulsed up and down her body. Gasping for breath and panting, she finally fell forward, her breast enveloping Ian’s now flaccid member. 

Schlork! Ian’s head fell to the bed, his face detaching from Melissa’s suction cup-like vagina.

“Oh, Ian…” She panted. “You were right! I’m so glad we tried this. ”

Silence. 

“Ian?” She said his name again. As her senses returned to her, she noticed the absence of movement from her lover. Fearing her worst case scenario coming to life, Melissa rolled off him and turned to face him. “IAN!!!” Melissa let out a heart wrenching scream when she saw his face. Cheeks reddened, mouth agape, eyes glued shut, Ian’s face was glazed with a thin sheen of viscous liquid. 

The next few hours were a blur for Melissa. The ambulance call and its arrival, the ride to the hospital. Melissa watched her love be carted away for care while she stood by, eyes red with tears, hair matted with sweat, in her hastily put on prom dress. The looks she received from the paramedics, the nurses, and other patients awaiting care sent her insecurities through the roof. 

It was when Ian's parents arrived that her world was entirely shattered. She’d never felt so small, not since the day Ian rescued her, as when his parents looked at her with hatred and disgust. How could you do this to our boy? We trusted you. Their eyes said. The eyes of people she considered to be her second parents. She tried to explain, but the embarrassment and shame of what actually occurred prevented the words from escaping.

Ian pulled through and suffered no permanent damage. The same couldn't be said for Melissa. She immediately fell into a deep depression. Hating herself for what she had done to him. Days went by where she didn’t leave her bedroom. Her only company was the darkness, as she sat, cell phone in hand, waiting to hear from Ian. A week later, she learned from social media that he had been discharged from the hospital several days earlier. Why hadn’t he called? She wondered. 

Immediately, she went to his home. Knocking on the door, she paced in anticipation for a reply. Ian’s parents answered. Their expression had softened a bit since their last encounter, but still stung. Before they could say anything, she asked with desperation in her voice “I-Is Ian home?” Then she saw him from the side walking behind them, not looking towards the door. He looks healthy, as always. Smiling with relief, Melissa called out to him. “Ian!” 

The boy turned, and her heart sank. A fading bruise was on his right cheek. As Ian made eye contact, his face contorted with terror, as though he’d seen a monster. He immediately shuffled away.

Crack! 

Fissures formed in Melissa's heart. Her emotional stability was teetering on the brink. The love of her life was terrified of her. Falling to her knees at the door, she began wailing and sobbing, crying out his name. His parents looked at one another, frowning, and closed the door. Minutes passed as Melissa remained on the porch crying, when the door opened again. It was Ian.

Immediately, she tried to compose herself, smiling when faced with her best friend, her only love. But his affect was cold, flat. It wasn’t the face of the boy she grew up with and had fallen in love with. It wasn’t her hero. He was… gone.

“Please leave, and don’t come back.” Ian spoke, promptly closing the door after finishing.

Shatter.

Her gentle heart crumbled at those words, immediately replaced by an impenetrable iron core.  Melissa stared in disbelief as the door shut. How can you say that? I only did what you wanted. You’re my everything. How can you toss me aside?  Thoughts ran through her mind as the door shut, none ever reaching her lips. 
 
Melissa never fully recovered from this heartbreak. She didn't attend graduation. She switched from her intended college to an out-of-state one, no longer willing to stay local and risk ongoing ridicule. She never saw Ian again.
 
Melissa eventually returned to some semblance of normalcy before starting college that fall, but the 3 months of summer were exceptionally dark. Melissa's bouts of depression over the years led to significant weight. She led a sedentary life, often refusing to leave her dorm in college and home after graduation. Once her career as a nurse started, she eventually did return to some social functioning. She even dated a few guys. To her credit, Melissa never lacked suitors. There would always be guys interested in Big Women, even after gaining a lot of weight.  But she never left herself vulnerable again, emotionally or physically. 

No, she wouldn't be hurt. Not like that. Not ever again.





Melissa clenched her teeth as she ground her ass into Eric’s face. Memories flooding back of a prior hurt and pain. There was a whisper of clarity explaining why abusing Eric was so satisfying. The struggle of Eric’s hand slapping against the box and his body writhing on the plastic covered carpet permeated an otherwise quiet space, his moans barely registering under girth. In truth, Melissa could barely feel Eric face beneath her. Her soft slick cheeks simply pressed on the small portion of his head that was exposed from the box.

Eric was under immense pressure from within his confines.  It was as though he had been placed between a marshmallow vise grip, as the cushion below and Melissa's ass above compressed his skull. The contradictory softness and pressure, not to mention the darkness and smell, left Eric disoriented and panicked. I can’t breathe. I can't breathe and my head is trapped in a box. I can’t breathe, my head is in a box, and my kidnapper is sitting on my face.  Eric was attempting to ground himself in reality in an effort to calm himself and think of a solution, but recounting the facts of his situation only contributed to his panic.

Melissa sat satisfied on the boy's face, pleased with her utter dominance of his inferior form. Watching his frail body writhing on the floor, the crumpling plastic beneath him felt so right, like justice. Growing annoyed with the sound, however, knowing unconsciousness was soon to follow, Melissa gave her first words since starting her smothering session.

“Hey! Hey! You want air?”

Drawn back to reality from his panic, Eric heard her question. Using what little remained in his burning, oxygen deprived lungs, he responded with a pitiful moan.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” Unmoved, Melissa continued, a smile starting to form on her face. “If you want air, then you’d better put that tongue of yours to work. I want you licking my asshole like ice cream on a hot sum–, er, today.

Her asshole?! Eric gagged at the thought. She’d subjected him to plenty of abuse, but this was new and the most disgusting yet. The burning sensation in his chest, however, helped him embrace the axiom that beggars can't be choosers. 

Melissa didn't have to wait long after her instruction to feel Eric’s firm wet tongue run across her ass crack. There you go, don’t just dive right in. She thought, congratulating herself for training him well two nights ago. 

Eric extended his tongue into the flesh smothering his face. He immediately recognized the curvature leading to her ass crack. Shivering at this realization he dragged his tongue across the surface, tilted his head to cover as much ground as possible. He licked wildly in hopes of getting relief, but it would not come.

Above, Melissa's satisfaction quickly turned to annoyance as Eric just kept licking her crevasse. What are you waiting for? She wondered. “Asshole, asshole!” She yelled, laughing at her double entendre. The response was just more of the same licking, clearly growing more desperate, and an unintelligible muffled voice. Sighing with frustration, Melissa lifted up from the box. “What?!” She barked, bending forward, hands on her knees. 

“I-” Gasp. “I can-” Gasp “I can’t reach.” Eric finally expressed himself, struggling to take a breath.

“Stick your tongue out!” She ordered. He immediately compiled with her forceful instruction. After examining him, Melissa scrunched her face and looked over her shoulder at her own bulbous ass. He’s at best 2… 2 and half inches.  She thought.  “Dammit. Stay like that.” Let’s try something.

Eric did as instructed, keeping his tongue fully extended, savoring every moment of air he was getting, despite the taste of ass crack lingering on his tongue. He knew at any moment darkness could descend, to blind his eyes and put him to sleep. 

Melissa returned to standing over the box. Previously, she sat down straight away. This time she clutched both ass cheeks with her hands and spread them as wide as possible, her fingers crawling along the skin to grip just a little bit more. 

Eric watched in awe and horror as each handful of ass she grasped came closer to revealing what awaited at the center, but before its big debut, Melissa descended back onto his face with a soft squelch. It was as though Eric had been hit in the face with a massive ball of dough, her cheeks moulding to his face. Then the signals from his tongue reached his brain. Eric retched and immediately withdrew his tongue into his mouth. The sour, bitter taste of her lingering flatulence from last night and this morning had not dissipated, but instead only concentrated in the depths of her ass crack. 

Feeling a puff of air between her cheeks as her captive coughed, Melissa released her hands, letting her ass completely smother Eric. “You’d better get to licking.”

Feeling the pressure of her closing ass, Eric contracted his abdomen in hopes of stopping his stomach from reacting. Unable to take deep breaths to calm down, Eric decided that he would deaden his tastes buds by going all in, believing that compliance would be his only chance at breathing.

Despite passing out multiple times over the last few days, it was not an experience that Eric had gotten used to. In fact, the very thought struck even greater fear into him as time went by. With the knowledge that her pleasure was more important than his safety, Eric was desperate to remain conscious, uncertain if he would ever awake again.

Steeling himself, he darted his tongue out once again. His legs kicked against the plastic-lined carpet as his best means of enduring and releasing his disgust without withdrawing his tongue. He dragged it across the depth of her ass crack, the difference was evident. The grime accumulating on his tongue made his stomach lurch. His head involuntarily tried to turn to the side, but the smother box and her flesh held him firm.

Melissa shivered as she felt Eric’s slick oral muscle dig deeper into her ass. “Yes, keep going,” she whispered to herself, her mouth slack jawed. 

Eric was in hell, but it seemed to be getting more tolerable with each lick. His taste buds were actually getting used to it. Maybe not getting used to it, but his gag reflex was calming, and the taste was less intense with each lick. He was surprised to find that while the texture of the skin was proof his tongue was deeper, there seemed to be no end to the depths. That's when Eric realized he couldn't fulfill his assignment. 

It's too deep. She’s going to suffocate me. Eric started screaming with what little air he had remaining. 

Pulled from her bliss, Melissa grew annoyed with his lack of progress. Reaching down to the side of the box, she pressed the button to raise the cushion under Eric’s head, pushing him into her further.

The growing pressure on Eric’s head and face rapidly turned into actual pain as his head was forced by the industrial strength motor into the hole that wasn't supposed to be wider than his face. Screaming in pain and moving every free part of his body, he tried to signal that what she was doing was hurting him, as if she would care. 

Melissa noticed his screams were different, but still pleasurable, as the vibration went deeper than his tongue could reach, but his rustling on the plastic was tiresome. Raising her leg above his body, she slammed her foot down onto his lower abdomen as a sign to stop moving, which he did. Once Eric's movement stopped, Melissa could hear the struggling motor, and immediately withdrew her hand from the button and covered her mouth, stifling a small gasp. Oops. She thought.

Eric froze as her foot landed on him, first from the pain, but also the unexpected contact with his privates. Melissa’s large foot just so happened to land with her toes on his crotch. Maybe it was the oxygen deprivation, but a deep longing for sexual contact was activated. This was the first time she touched him there since his capture, and the first touch of any kind Eric had in a while with anyone other than his right hand. At that same moment, the force from the motor ceased, and Eric had nearly forgotten that he couldn't breathe.

Eric's moans from below caused Melissa’s toes to curl with pleasure. That was when she noticed Eric's penis under her foot. “Hmm…” I haven't bothered with this part of him at all. She thought. Letting her intrusive thoughts win, she placed the ball of her foot on Eric’s crotch and moved it back and forth. As expected, his body twitched in response. Melissa couldn't help but laugh. How could I have failed to use this all this time? She wondered. Eric’s body spasmed again, more violently. 

Huh? Melissa observed him with confusion. I hadn't even moved my foot again. Eric's body went rigid as she stepped off of him. Oh my god! Is he cumming?  She thought, chuckling at his sensitivity. But he wasn't even hard. As Eric's body came to a rest, Melissa remembered that his face was still smothered in her ass. “Oh… shit.” She muttered.







Gasp! “I can't reach it! It's too deep!” Eric rambled minutes later, believing he was still face deep in Melissa's ass, after he jolted back to consciousness, his body jerking wildly. 

“Shh, shh. You’re okay.” Melissa purred from above, stroking Eric's cheek with her hand. Her unintended abuse triggered her comforting response.

Melissa was still sitting on the box, but she had shifted backwards until her ass was hanging off the edge, still framing Eric’s face with her thighs while the front of her vagina rested on his forehead.

Realizing he’d lost consciousness again, Eric burst into tears, as the fear of dying caught up to him. “I couldn't reach. I'm sorry.” He said between sobs.

Melissa frowned at his emotional outburst, while her vaginal muscles spasmed. If she moved now a ‘snail trail’ would certainly be left behind. 

“Hey, hey,” She whispered, wiping his tears and bringing them to her lips like chap-stick. “That was on me. I’m sorry.”

“Y-you are?”

“Of course. I wanted you to eat my ass. The smothering was just supposed to be for motivation.” She paused, a sudden discomfort came in response to hearing herself. Dismissing it, she continued.  “I guess that's why they don't call it the ‘ass eating box,’ amirite?” Melissa chuckled awkwardly.

“...”

“Anyway, I’m gonna let you out of there. We’ll reserve this one for eating me out and when I actually want to smother you. Heck, it might be the last toy I ever use on you, eh?” She joked. Shivers coursed down Eric’s spine at the not too veiled threat of death. “Instead, we’ll use this!” Melissa brought a bundle of straps over Eric’s face.

Seeing the apparent confusion on his face, Melissa explained, “It’s a smother harness and then some!” 

Just as the color was returning to Eric’s face, he went white again.

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll be able to eat ass properly with this one. You’ll only smother, if you don't.”

Still reeling from being knocked unconscious, Eric barely proccesed the swiftness with which he was removed from the smother box and strapped to his captor. The amount of binding placed on his body was unreal. His left and right legs were each strapped to Melissa’s, respectively. His arms were bound around her hips, and wrists connected to one another by another set of bindings, as he could barely reach halfway around her.  As his limbs were bound to his captor, Eric let his body go limp, an effort to keep his head as far away from his impending gluteal prison as long as possible. 

Unable to resist her control, Eric felt a band slide over his head, settling around his forehead. Then a collar around his neck. Finally, a “cap” was attached to the back of his head. Eric’s heart rate increased as the attachments reinforced his horrifying reality. There was no escape from this.

Melissa looked over her shoulder at her ass. Her shelf completely obstructed Eric’s head. Thinking about the next steps to secure him, she regretted not having a second person to finish strapping him, as the instructions recommended. Then she had an idea.

Swiftly walking to her bedroom with Eric’s head bouncing off her ass as with each step, it dawned on Melissa that she could move freely without worrying about Eric fleeing. Oh, I could get used to this. She thought. Grabbing the lubricant bottle from a couple nights ago, she poured the little remaining amount onto Eric’s face. He sputtered as she roughly rubbed it in with her hand. Finally, she loosely secured the head harness straps to her front.

Eric squinted his eyes shut as the lube washed over his face. He tried to turn his head, as he felt himself being drawn into the wall of ass in front of him by the tightening straps. Blinking his eyes, the blurry scene came into focus as his vision cleared. There he saw Melissa’s ass cheeks part as she bent over, but he still couldn’t see the end of the abyss before him. Feeling her hand pressing into the cap on the back of his head, Eric tried to resist. He’d suffered in silence throughout this process but couldn’t anymore. “Please… don’t put me in there!” 

“Oh, sweetie, you’re going inside me, and this isn’t the half of it.” Melissa glibly replied to Eric's plea, pressing his head between her cheeks. A fading muffled scream, accompanied by a sickening squelch was all that could be heard as Eric’s face sank ears deep into Melissa’s spread ass. She stood up, feeling her ass close around the boy's head, but that wasn't enough. She tightened the straps across the front of her body, especially the one attached to his neck, running between her legs, which served to pull him forward and deeper. Once tightened comfortably, Melissa walked to the mirror and examined herself. If not for his body, there was no sign that Eric’s head was in her ass. The straps connected to the head harness looked like they were being eaten by her massive cheeks.

Satisfied with her handiwork, Melissa slapped her ass, watching her cheeks wobble. “Better get to it!”

Eric was in utter darkness. The pressure was incomparable, exponentially worse than the smother box. He felt the shock of Melissa’s slap and the muffled vibration of her voice, but he had no idea what she said. Air was hard to come by. With each inhale, his captor’s flesh tried to fill the gap. He felt his body moving and another shock around his head. Suddenly he could feel gravity shift, as his legs bent, coming to a stop feeling a seat cushion against his back. The pressure around his skull exploded. She’s sitting down. He thought with panic. With that increased pressure, the little space where air could be captured was snatched away. 

As his lungs began to burn from oxygen deprivation, he thought back to her comments. It wasn’t an ass eating box. And this isn’t an ass eating harness. Eric’s thoughts filled with despair that he was destined to suffocate again. Desperate, Eric extended his tongue. Unlike his previous ventures, Eric immediately found resistance. The surface was rubbery, ridged, and disgusting. This is… this is her asshole. Eric lamented. 

Immediately after making contact, Eric felt the pressure lessen. The tiniest bit of air reached his lungs, feeling like a drop of water when stranded in the desert. This spurred him on to endure the horrid taste of soured milk and sulfur that her anus imparted on his tongue. He was thankful that his nose was still blocked by the deep ass flesh, minimally breathing through his mouth. 

Melissa returned to the living room, after Eric failed to respond to her instruction and signals. Slightly less happy to smother him unconscious, though the feeling of his lips pinned against her anus was enjoyable still. Sitting down, she felt his face press further against the depths of her ass. Then, accompanied by tension in her captive’s body, she felt his tongue press into her filthy rose bud. Oh, that's it! She excitedly thought. 

Feeling her vagina pulse with arousal, Melissa lifted herself slightly, rewarding Eric’s efforts. He's so deep in my ass; she could hardly contain her excitement. Feeling his tongue drag around her anus, Melissa wanted him to go deeper. Hoping he would get the signal this time, she slapped her ass once more.

Another shock rippled through Eric’s head as he endured the foul taste of Melissa's filthy orifice against his tongue. She wants me inside. Eric thought, his body trembling at the prospect. Shortly following the slap, he felt the pressure increase. He understood what he had to do. Pushing his tongue out, pressing through the rubbery flesh’s resistance, he found the center of her anus. Steeling himself, he poked at it, until it started to relax allowing for easier entry.

“Come on in, Eric,” Melissa muttered lustily, as she felt his tongue piece her anus. “Oh god!” 

Eric could feel the vibrations of Melissa’s voice all around him. The taste was indescribable other than to say it was like shit. Eric suppressed his gag reflex to keep poking, eventually finding a rhythm. 

Taught you well, didn’t I? Melissa thought, as she brought her fingers down to her dewy crotch, wanting to take full advantage of this pleasure. Fingering herself, Melissa began to rock her hips up and down, with each downward swing pressing Eric into her anus. Melissa had read somewhere that her 30’s were beginning her sexual prime, and the amount of moisture she was producing affirmed this report. Melissa felt her womanly nectar spill through her fingers like sap from a tree, following the flow of gravity to her crack.

Eric continued his bitter tasks, orally stimulating his captor’s anal opening. Following the lesson he was taught, he darted his tongue in and out, circled around the hole, and flicked to bring variety for her pleasure. No longer taking any solace in his ability to make her cum, Eric began to dissociate, hoping to simply remain conscious and endure until he could find a way to get free. 

Sensing she was nearing orgasm, Eric suddenly felt a great deal of moisture trickling down his chin, and worse, curving down Melissa’s taint and into his open mouth. He choked as the viscous fluid entered his mouth while trying to catch a precious breath. Eric tried to fight through the suffocation, the waterboarding, and the fecal assault on his taste buds, but he felt his will to continue starting to fade, which meant suffocation would be imminent. Fortunately for Eric, he wasn't the only one working to bring Melissa to climax.

Melissa pumped her fingers vigorously alternating between digital penetration, and rubbing and patting her clit. Feeling her orgasm build, she rose her hips into the air until only her upper back remained in contact with the seat. As the heat and waves of pleasure began to ripple through her body and bursts of ejaculate erupted from her between her fingers, pouring onto Eric’s bound body between her legs. Melissa trilled at the top of her lungs, as she clenched her buttocks, locked in a partial arch.

Eric was faced with head-splitting pressure. He was certain his head was about to burst like a melon as the cheeks surrounding him contracted to their fullest. He barely registered that his body was soaked, as flashes of light blotted his vision. He tried to scream in pain, but he found himself gargling more of his captors femcum, as the flow increased exponentially into his mouth. Despite not suffocating, Eric found himself slipping from consciousness. As his eyes rolled back into his head, and his mind shut down, he could feel himself falling. Tastes like…iron, was his final thought.

Crack!

A soft pop rang out as Melissa fell back into the love seat. Immediately, she was snatched away from the euphoria of her orgasm and stood up to check the status of the furniture. As she stepped back to survey the damage, she saw something disturbing in the corner of her eye. Sharply contrasting with the light colored carpet covered in plastic, she saw a growing red dot next to her foot. Tracing its origin with her eyes, she tracked a thin red stream up her calf, her thigh, to her crotch. Her heart pounding in her chest, she brought her trembling hands to her mouth as she let out a blood-curdling scream.

“IAN!?”


PART 6 – Fractured

“IAN!?” Melissa mistakenly screamed, having been mentally transported back to prom night nearly 20 years earlier, terrified by what she had done to Eric. 
 
Trembling with fear and panic, she ripped the Velcro straps binding Eric's head and body to hers as quickly as she could. His legs and arms freed, his body swung limply, as Melissa deliberately loosened the head harness straps, not wanting him to collapse to the floor like a ragdoll. 
 
SCHLICK!
 
Eric's head slid free from Melissa's bulbous ass cheeks, lubricated by her sweat, cum and… his blood. Laying him down on the floor, Melissa's breaths were halting and ragged as she examined his condition. He was breathing. Her hands shook hovering around his head, hesitating where to begin, as she observed blood having originated from his nose, ears and mouth. “Oh, God. What have I done?” Melissa's voice trembled as she muttered to herself.
 
“Calm down…”
 
Melissa's breath was caught in her throat. That wasn't a thought. That was a voice. She rapidly looked around the room, seeking its source, with a growing panic. 
 
“Check the love seat.” The voice directed with soothing authority.
 
As if in a trance, Melissa obeyed, returning to the love seat. She pressed the frame with one hand and heard the distinct sound of wood splintering. It was the chair that popped. She thought. Sighing, her heart rate slowed with the relief that she hadn't fractured Eric’s skull. Burst blood vessels? Melissa wondered, trying to diagnose Eric on the fly. 
 
She stood up preparing to return to Eric and attend to his condition when she caught a glimpse of herself in the black mirror of the TV. While her reflection wasn't as sharp as a regular mirror, she could see enough of her face to recognize the emotional despair she'd just experienced. Then, her reflection’s lips moved.
 
“Take care of him. Heal him. Comfort him. I'll take care of us.”
 
Melissa was certain she wasn't talking, but there it was: her voice, her lips moving in the reflection of TV. Scared and confused, she held her gaze on her reflection, waiting for movement. What is happening?
 
“Curious?” The reflection started speaking again. Melissa jolted backwards. “I am you. At least the part of you that you cut off and locked away on prom night. The part of you that remembers how good it felt to dominate that little man. You know… The one who broke our heart.”
 
Melissa covered her mouth in shock as the reflection continued, no longer mirroring her movements.
 
“I'm the part of you that reminded you of what you really want. And I made it happen.”
 
The “reflection” pointed in Eric's direction.
 
“Inside me?” Melissa whispered, her mind spinning at the revelation.
 
“That's right. That was me. Well, Us… really.”
 
Melissa shuddered, as she felt her loins stir with arousal. I'm going crazy, she thought. 
 
“Maybe we are.” The reflection replied to Melissa's thought. “But you can't deny it felt good. Really damn good.”
 
Melissa's other hand descended to crotch as the reflection continued. 
 
“Anyway, he's in pretty rough shape. So go ahead, coddle and cuddle him for a few days. I'll prep for the next descent.” 
 
As the reflection finished speaking, Melissa felt an outside force turn her head towards the other toys. As her eyes fell on the set of butt plugs, that's when she noticed a post-it note on the 11-incher. In bold marker was written, “ERIC.” 
 
“OH!!!” Melissa's hand at her crotch was immediately drenched in her own juices. She just experienced a mini-orgasm spurred on by her other personality's words reflecting her own deep desires. 
 




Eric's eyes opened only to be blinded by a white-hot sun, while the sound of seagulls flying overhead filled the air. Groaning as he came to, he quickly realized he was floating in a large body of water.  Trying not to panic, he made himself vertical to scan his surroundings. Nothing. There was nothing but water in every direction. 
 
Where's the ship? He thought, assuming he must have survived a wreck. 
 
Then he saw it. Several hundred feet away, the curve of a massive pale-white sea creature submerging into the water. The hell…Was that a whale, he wondered. 
 
Already terrified that he was alone in the middle of an ocean with no tools or resources; and now there was a creature nearby. Eric tried his best not to panic, but he had few options to consider. There was no safe harbor, no food, and no land. He had no sense of direction. Fleeing in any direction gave no hope. 
 
So, he floated. 
 
Minutes, maybe even hours, went by as Eric drifted along. Time seemed to have no meaning. Thirsty and tired, he was grateful that he hadn't seen the creature again. Left only with his thoughts and a presumably dehydration-induced headache, Eric tried to remember how he got here. Images flashed in his mind: green eyes, but he couldn’t hold the thought. 
 
Then Eric noticed a “shadow” appear below him. From the depths of the water the shadow grew. An almost perfect circle encompassed the area below him. Fatigued and hopeless, Eric could only give a token evasion, as he swam away. He didn't get far from the center before the beast broke the surface. 
 
First contacting his feet, Eric felt the surface beneath him give as it lifted him from the water. Stopping as the water washed away, Eric's jaw dropped. This was unlike any “creature” he'd ever seen before. Its skin was milky white and its body, if you could call it that, resembled two hills pressed together. 
 
Eric eventually stood up and attempted to move. It was like walking on a well-worn mattress. Each footstep almost made him lose his entire balance. As he walked toward where the two hills met, he couldn't shake the obvious similarity. 
 
“It's like a giant ass! What the hell?!” He grumbled aloud. 
 
As he peered across the crevasse, a burst of wind erupted from in between, blowing Eric hair back. He immediately began to gag and cough. The gust was like pure methane and sulfur. Holding his throat while attempting to whip the tears from his eyes, Eric's heart nearly leapt from his chest as he watched the “hills” begin to separate. 
 
Consumed by curiosity and no longer acting on self-preservation instincts, Eric ignored the recent burst of air and peered into the newly revealed valley. Its depths seemed endless. He shuddered at the thought of falling in, knowing it was many times deeper than his own height. As he took a wise step back, however, the surface beneath him rocked, causing him to stumble forward. Eric screamed as he fell into the crevasse, feeling the soft slick skin glide across his body as the light faded away. 
 
The pressure was immense between the hills. Eric was squeezed on every side with absolutely no means of freeing himself. His movement was entirely restricted by an unimaginably soft surface. Then he felt a shift in gravity, as the beast apparently began to descend into the water. Water rushed all around Eric, as he struggled fruitlessly to free himself. As the water washed over him, he couldn't help but catch some in his mouth, fighting for every ounce of air. It was expectedly salty, but also sour, and metallic. Eric felt like these sensations were familiar. The taste, the immobilization, the pressure. Wrapped up in his own thoughts, Eric was suddenly brought back to reality as the immense pressure increased with the beast going deeper into the ocean.  In excruciating pain, Eric felt his head and body crumble under the pressure, and his consciousness went dark.
 



 
Eric’s flailing body splashed the water as consciousness returned. He immediately recognized that he was in the bathtub from days before. Standing up, he waded forward several steps. Each step was exhausting, as his head pounded with pain. Feeling as though he was being watched, Eric turned around to see her: his captor sitting on one of the ledges in the pool. Eric's head throbbed as he took in her body. Her massive breast hung freely, her pale skin glistening with perspiration and water in the hot bathroom. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she wore a sullen expression as she observed him. 
 
“Ahhh!” Eric exclaimed, as he hunched over while grabbing his head, feeling as though it was splitting with pain. As his eyes crossed, and his vision blurred, the light faded from the world as he passed out, falling face first into the water.
 
Melissa patiently observed Eric, as he stumbled forward from her lap in the bathtub. She frowned as the small man struggled to stand and grimaced in pain. This was the second time in the last 10 minutes that he’d awoken. Both times she chose not to hold him in place unlike several days prior. Instead, she quietly watched as Eric collapsed into the pool for the second time, as though forcing herself to watch was a form of penance.  She retrieved him, placing him back on her lap, and proceeded to stroke his head and body like a pet. Doing so brought her comfort and calm, while she wrestled with both the guilt from the harm she inflicted upon him and the apparent fracturing of her personality. Am I really going mad, she wondered as she felt Eric’s wet damp hair run through her fingers.
 



 
Eric once again found himself floating in the middle of a sea, but rather than waiting for the white sea creature, he immediately began swimming, with no consideration of direction. Eric just knew he didn’t want to find himself in the clutches of that beast again. After several minutes of swimming, exhaustion was taking hold, and Eric stopped to float and recover his energy.
 
As Eric gasped trying to catch his breath, the relatively still water in front of him began to bubble and curve upwards. Eric’s heart sank. His efforts to flee, to fight back were all for naught as a white curve broke the surface. 
 
The creature came into view, and now Eric was certain of what it was. The two hills emerged from the water with the split now vertical.
 
“It- it’s really an ass,” Eric muttered to himself with exasperated defeat, as he slapped his hands into the water with frustration. To his horror the disembodied buttocks began to spread, revealing the creature's mouth.
 
“And that’s an anus!” Eric shouted to no one, as he extended his hand arm toward the creature, pointing. “Oh, Come on!”
 
BBBBrrrrraaappppttt!
 
The creature “roared.”
 
Eric's hair was blown back as drops of water and flecks of god knows what else pelted him in the face. Once the momentary stun had passed, he immediately began to swim away while coughing at the gaseous burst, with the creature advancing in on him.  His efforts to escape were unfortunately useless and short lived. Eric sensed the shadow of the giant ass eclipse him, noticing the cheeks surround him through his periphery. Paddling with all of his energy, he tried to stay focused on escape, chanting his mind, “Don’t look back. Don’t look back,” but he failed to follow his own advice.
 
Eric glanced over his shoulder only to see his worst nightmare. The anus was only a few feet away, wider than his whole body by several feet, only to reveal a black abyss. At the worst possible moment, Eric experienced cramps in his legs, completely halting his escape efforts.
 
“Nooooooo!” Eric screamed as he felt the anus clamp shut around his now locked stiff legs. As though chewing him, the anus rhythmically opened and closed, sucking Eric in until only his arms and head remained exposed. By this time, the cheeks had slammed shut around him, subjecting Eric to the all too familiar crushing, suffocating pressure. If he had the choice, Eric would certainly choose the pressure over being swallowed by an anus. However, the choice was not his. With a final expansion, Eric’s whole body was sucked into the hungry orifice. And with a final contraction, Eric found himself in unending darkness.
 



 
Melissa felt Eric jolt to life within her arms. This time she chose to hold him, rather than let him wade forward. Once his initial spasm passed Eric’s hands immediately went to his head, the pain still throbbing.
 
“Shh, shh, shh.” Melissa shushed trying to soothe him, as she pet the head of the hunched forward boy in her lap. 
 
Eric groaned and grimaced, gritting his teeth as he endured the pain. WHY?! He screamed internally. This pain, this suffering. “Why is this happening to me?” he uttered softly through tears.
 
Melissa’s eyes began to water. “It’s my fault.” She whispered in reply, placing her hand on Eric’s forehead and pulling him into her body, resting his head between her breasts. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
 
Nearly writing it off as a delusion from the pain, Eric couldn’t help but notice the much softer tone she spoke with. She sounds like she really means it. Without warning, Eric felt her lean forward, forcing him to do the same under her weight. Then the most shocking thing occurred. She kissed the top of his head.
 
“I’m going to take care of you. Please, let me.”
 
Eyes still watering from the pain, Eric looked back at his giantess captor. He thought her expression was so sincere and gentle, and the pain was unbearable. “Please…” was all that escaped his lips before passing out again.
 



 
Melissa winced as she exited the bathroom, wearing a fresh pair of shorts and a tank top, which thanks to her generous breasts looked more like a sports bra. Returning to the living room, she saw Eric still sleeping on the couch. He'd been sleeping for nearly 12 hours straight, and the sunlight of a new day was shining into the living room. 
 
Melissa had been busy since Eric last passed out in the bathroom.  She'd finally tossed her unsalvageable mattress and ordered a new one which was to arrive within another day or so. Her new toys, with exception of the smother box were put away or found more appropriate homes, and the plastic was removed from the floor.  She'd also ordered Eric some clothes, which he was currently wearing. Just a simple tee-shirt and gym shorts, but they were his size. The things that one could order and have delivered the same day were simply mind-boggling. The thought crossed Melissa's mind that her time with Eric could be fate, since everything just seemed to be working in her favor.
 
She’d spent the better part of the prior day tending to Eric’s condition. She completed several examinations of his head to make sure there was no structural damage. Melissa found herself overwhelmed with shame multiple times however, as she couldn’t ignore the numerous bruises forming around his head, face, and neck. When she wasn’t checking for injuries, she was caressing his head and body as he remained asleep. The times he did stir awake, she regularly provided him with pain-relieving medication, the drowsy kind, as her career gave her access to fast and effective treatment. 
 
Still staring at Eric’s sleeping form, Melissa shivered, as, for a moment, she saw her first love’s face superimposed over Eric’s. Ever since her encounter with her reflection, she was more cognizant of Eric’s resemblance to Ian. Just then Eric began to stir.
 
Melissa quickly returned to the couch and slid herself under his head, resting it on her lap.
 
Eric groaned as he came to, sitting up. He felt goosebump forming all over his body caused by Melissa’s hand stroking his head and back.
 
“How are you feeling now?’ Melissa asked in a soft, sweet voice.
 
She sounds so different. Like another person; Eric thought before replying, “A lot better actually. Thanks.” Eric shook his head as though trying to make himself alert. Don't let your guard down like last time; he warned himself. 
 
“I’m so relieved.”
 
Feeling like he might have a chance, Eric took a shot. “You could let me go. You won’t have to worry about hurting me.”
 
Melissa felt pressure in her chest at his remark. Part of her wanted to give in to his request but another part, the other part spoke clearly and emphatically, “No!”
 
“I- I can’t.” Melissa meekly replied to Eric’s suggestion. Eric slumped forward. “I have- I have to make it up to you first.”
 
Straightening his back at her remark, Eric was now on high alert. He didn’t like where this could go. Anytime an obligation was implied with her, it only ended with him suffering. He tried to turn so his back wasn't to her and create space between them on the couch, but Melissa dropped her arm down landing on his lap, near his waist, completely halting his attempts to squirm away. Growing anxious, Eric’s body froze with shock when he felt her hand suddenly move onto his crotch.
 
“It’s okay. You can relax.” Melissa spoke gently, with a touch of seduction, while using her other hand to push Eric back down onto her lap, leaving him looking up from under her breasts.
 
What is happening?! Eric wondered as he stared into his captor's eyes, her grinning down upon him.  
 
“Wha- what are you d-doing?” Eric stuttered with shallow breaths as Melissa swirled her finger on his crotch over his shorts, only a thin layer of fabric separating their skin from touching. 
 
“Do you want me to stop?”
 
I should say “yes,” Eric thought. This was bad. She'd controlled him by pure, overwhelming intimidation and force these last several days, but this? How could he resist this? It felt so good. As Eric felt his erection growing, he looked into her green eyes, a warm smile peering down at him. “No, please don't stop,” he whispered.
 
“Stop it!” Melissa immediately froze as a voice rang out in her head. “We need to talk. Bathroom, now!”
 
I can't leave him here. Melissa thought. 
 
Suddenly, she felt her head turn toward the smother box still in the living room. 
 
“I'm sorry. I have to use the bathroom. Come here real quick.” Melissa spoke with urgency, firmly gripping Eric by his arm. 
 
Suffering a horrific case of blue balls, Eric was slapping himself for letting his guard down and getting his hopes up for anything other than pain. Feeling himself pulled along as though he weighed nothing, panic washed over him as he saw where she was taking him. “Wait, please! Not this again!” Eric pleaded, tears starting to form in his eyes, and his feet suddenly dug into the carpet to resist. 
 
Looking down at him with her head cocked to the side and a confused expression, it dawned on Melissa why he was reacting with such terror.
 
“Oh! Don't worry. I'm just putting you in there to keep you secure while I go to the bathroom.” She tried to explain as sincerely as possible, but she wasn't very believable as she was unconsciously biting her lip at the sight of Eric’s tears. 
 
“But what about the leash? Please, don’t put me in there!”
 
Melissa was starting to feel warmth on her neck as frustration with Eric was building. I'm not trying to hurt you; she thought while gritting her teeth. 
 
“I could take over.” The voice chimed in. 
 
Melissa shook her head “no,” at the offer, but to Eric it appeared that she was shaking off confusion.  
 
“That box weighs half as much as you. Just let me secure you in and I can finish what I started on the couch when I get back." She smiled and winked before dropping her sweet demeanor. “Or don’t, and I put you in there anyway and you get nothing. Your call.”
 
Checkmate. Eric knew he was at her mercy no matter what he did. At least with the first option, he might get something out of it, he figured. Without saying a word, Eric relaxed his body and hung his head in submission. 
 
“Good boy.” Melissa responded to his non-verbal acceptance, patting his head. She quickly secured Eric in The box, cuffing his hands to its sides, but not bothering to activate the head raising mechanism. After all, she didn't intend to put him to work. 
 
Once in the bathroom, Melissa gripped the sides of the sink in frustration and barked at the mirror, “What?!” 
 
“What? What do you think you're doing?!” Melissa's reflection replied. 
 
“What do you mean?”
 
“I'm in your head. You think I don't know you're developing feelings for him?!”
 
Melissa was stunned. Her aggressive stance softened as she raised up and took a step back. 
 
“He is not Ian!” The reflection continued. “Heck, if he was, I'd have put him in that box a long time ago.” The reflection gestured to the floor.
 
Following the reflection’s direction, Melissa lowered her eyes to see the toilet box she'd yet to deploy with Eric. Frowning as she thought about how cruel it would be to subject him to that, Melissa regained her resolve. 
 
“That's right! He's not Ian. He's just some little incel jerk who insulted me at the mall. Maybe he's learned his lesson, and he needs a sexy older woman to teach him to be a better man. Eh?”
 
“Come off it. Eric's not a man. He's a toy. A toy that we’re going to put to very good use.” The reflection forcefully rejected Melissa's suggestion, slapping her own ass for emphasis.
 
Melissa looked down at her hand, realizing that her own movements were now mirroring her reflection's. A chill came over her. Am I really in control of my own body? She wondered.
 
“It’s our body. Who do you think stuffed that gag in his mouth two nights ago? Or measured his head? The post it note? Or switched out the butt plug last night?
 
Melissa squinted her eyes as she began to recall moments throughout the last few days when she didn't remember doing something that had clearly been done. Her confidence was waning even more and she felt her grip on reality slipping. 
 
“You can at least deal with the discomfort of adjusting those big suckers. While you sleep, I'm still taking the brunt of pain at first insertion. Remember, I exist to protect you.”  The reflection smiled warmly.
 
Melissa’s shoulders slumped. “Okay, okay. I get it. You've got my best interests in mind."
 
“And deepest, darkest desires.” The reflection winked.
 
With an improved shared understanding, Melissa turned to exit the bathroom. 
 
“Hey, wait!” The reflection called out. 
 
“Yeah?”
 
“He's in the box, right? Let's put him to good use.”
 
“No. I'm going to give him a treat.”
 
“We can't do both? Those tears, eh? I know we're wet.”
 
Melissa shuddered and her eyes rolled back as she slid her hand into her shorts, her fingers plunging between her moist folds. 
 
“Maybe just a little bit.” Melissa spoke with a wry smile, as she opened the bathroom door. 


PART 7 – Honeymoon

“Idiot!” Melissa muttered at the sight of Eric, as she slapped him on his vulnerable upturned behind, eliciting a sharp yelp from the boy. 
 
Minutes earlier….
 
Eric sat idly, staring at an oval shaped cutout of the ceiling. He had little choice but to wait in the smother box and hope that his captor would be true to her word regarding the promised treat. The sudden possibility of a silver lining in his situation completely derailed Eric’s narrow thoughts of survival and escape. 
 
Alone with his thoughts, he couldn't help but entertain what only minutes ago would have been impossible ideas. Does she... like me? She is attractive. Would I want my first time to be with her… like this? What if we kiss? What would that mean?
 
On and on, Eric imagined a litany of possibilities, completely disregarding the last several days of suffering and abuse. Amazing what a little sexual attention can do.
 
As he continued to imagine a radically different dynamic, ignoring the reality that he was currently bound, Eric heard Melissa's muffled voice shouting from the bathroom. He couldn't make out the words, but they definitely gave the impression that she was talking to someone, despite there only being one voice. This brought Eric back to a sobering reality: he was the captive of a madwoman. 
 
I've got to get out of here; he immediately thought, eliminating all other superfluous ideas.  
 
With limited ideas for escape, Eric resorted to brute force tactics. He kicked his legs, attempting to build some momentum, only to look like he was doing “the worm” upside down. The box truly was heavy compared to his meager, inadequate strength. This isn’t working; Eric panicked.
 
Eric started rolling his body side to side in hopes of tipping the box over, without breaking his neck. With each turn, he found slightly more purchase, the side of the box lifting just a bit more from the floor before slamming down and shifting momentum in the other direction. Eventually, Eric built enough energy to nearly tip the box on its side. On the back swing, he torqued his body to its maximum and the box tipped over, Unfortunately, the momentum was too great, flipping the box over completely, leaving Eric facing the floor. In order to prevent choking himself on the neck hole, Eric brought his knees under his body, leaving himself in a position between a yoga child's pose and an ostrich with its head in the ground. 
 
He wasn't in this embarrassingly vulnerable position for very long when he heard her voice, “Idiot!”
 



 
“Ow!” Eric yelped at the slap to his rear end by his captor's large hand. That's going to leave a mark, he thought, wishing his hands were free so he could rub away the sting. 
 
“I bet you feel as dumb as you look, don't you?” Melissa commented. 
 
Eric did feel dumb, but he also recognized how funny this probably looked, if not for the kidnapping. The laughter in Melissa's voice confirmed as much. Defeated and embarrassed, he emitted a muffled “Yes” from within the box. 
 
“Well, this naturally is going to require some punishment,” She continued. This is perfect; Melissa thought. She was planning to use him anyway and now it would seem like it was his own fault. 
 
Turning the smother box back upright, Melissa straddled Eric, facing away from his feet. She pressed the button to raise his head through the cushion and dropped her shorts to reveal her shimmering womanhood, lips already parting with anticipatory arousal. 
 
Noticing the direction she was facing, away from his privates, Eric's normal panic was replaced by lust as he asked, “Uh… my treat?”
 
Melissa's mouth fell open at his audacity. “Wow. You got it bad, kid.” She started to squat over Eric's face. “I'll tell you what: accept your punishment like a good boy and do a good job and maybe I'll reconsider your treat.” 
 
With that she dropped down onto Eric's face with a wet splat. Melissa let out a slow exhale as she felt her pussy contoured itself to his face. 
 
“Ahh, that's it,” she lustily uttered. She was surprised at how much more sensitive this felt compared to other times, concluding that the massive butt plug was exerting pressure from inside. Goosebumps formed on her skin as pulses of pleasure ran from head to toe. However, these wondrous sensations were immediately eclipsed once she felt Eric plunge his tongue into her.
 
Thattaboy, she thought. 
 
Eric's fights for survival against his captor's sexual pleasure resulted in him rapidly developing a skilled tongue. With his next life sustaining breath often dependent on how well he satisfied her, Eric committed to memory what brought her the most pleasure. 
 
Melissa took note of Eric's skill at eating her out, as her breaths quickened. Smiling, she slid back to exposing his eyes and nose for air, while coating his face in her juices. He couldn't see her grin with his eyes shut, though. Melissa reached down and ruffled the small tuft of hair that peeked through the surface of the cushion, while sharing some words of encouragement. “You're doing really good, sweetie. Keep it up,” sliding forward hiding his face in her muff, once again. 
 
Eric was relieved by how quickly she let him breathe and her encouragement. His worry about being smothered assuaged, he resumed lapping at her womanhood, driven by the prospect of his own sexual release. He even tilted his head backwards in an effort to rub her clitoris with his nose, while also unsuccessfully trying to sneak a breath. Feeling vaginal contractions above was a tell-tale sign that he was making progress towards her climax and gave Eric a boost of pride or something else.  
 
Do I like doing this? Or do I like doing this to her; he wondered. He didn't expect to consider these kinds of questions, but something felt different. 
 
The way she is talking, the looks on her face, the way she touched me. It's like she's not the same person.
 
Eric was so deep in his own thoughts, and his tongue work had become so second nature that he hadn't noticed the increasing motion and gasps from above.
 
“Ah! Ah! Ian, yes!” Melissa erupted onto Eric’s face with another monstrous orgasm. The deluge of womanly juices forced their way down Eric's nose and throat with the excess running off the side of his face and threatening to pour over the edge onto the now plastic-free carpet. Realizing this, Melissa immediately rose up and pressed the button to lower Eric's head back into the box, and watched the viscous liquid suddenly change directions. Listening to his sputters as her ejaculate waterboarded him, Melissa peered into the box to see Eric's glossy face. 
 
“Good job, babe!” She sweetly commented, thinking nothing of his coughs, as he choked down her femcum. 
 
“Thank you? cough Who's Ian? cough” Eric croaked his words out while trying to recover. 
 
“You heard that?”
 
“You screamed it,” her reflection spoke in her mind. 
 
“Oh, he was someone you're doing a good job helping me forget.” Melissa continued while pressing the button to raise Eric's face back through the hole. 
 
Uncertain how to feel about her reply, which left him with more questions than answers, Eric's curiosity was replaced with anxiety as his face pushed through the surface of the cushion. “Is my punishment not over?”
 
“It is. Now it's time for a treat.”
 
Eric's heart sank and his balls shriveled. I knew it was too good to be true. Feeling her wipe his eyes with her finger, he was finally able to open his eyes only to see her turning around. Her bulbous, beach ball-sized ass hung above him ominously, as tears began to form, certain he was about to be smothered unconscious again. 
 
Melissa sat back down on the box this time facing Eric's feet. Her ass still hung off the box. While her crotch covered much of his face, his mouth was left entirely free. And there she waited for a moment. 
 
Confused, Eric wanted to see what was happening, but his eyes were pressed shut, and if they weren't all he'd see with the pink of her vulva, if any light reached at all. Uncertain what to do, Eric extended his tongue, assuming she expected more from him. Yet he found nothing but air. 
 
“Freya? What am I supposed to- hah…” Eric's question was cut short, and his mind went blank when he felt Melissa's big woman foot land softly on his crotch. 
 
“Shhhh, my pet. Just relax,” Melissa replied with sweet seduction, as she began to swirl the ball of her foot on Eric’s manhood. She watched his mouth contort and pant for little breaths, as she felt his dick harden under her foot. 
 
“You like that?” She asked, feeling pleased with herself. 
 
Eric breathily whispered in reply, “Uh huh.”
 
“Good. You've earned it.” 
 
Feeling as though he was adequately erect, Melissa dragged her foot over the shaft until she pressed into Eric's belly. She then slid her foot under the band of his shorts and gripped his hard cock between her big toe and second toe. 
 
Eric whined with pleasure at the skin-to-skin contact, even if it was just her foot. As though she was intimately aware of all his quirks and kinks, Melissa started stroking Eric's erection with her toes.
 
“Oh my god,” Eric exclaimed under his breath, eliciting a broad smile from his captor. 
 
Not since her time with Ian had she enjoyed bringing a lover pleasure like this. It was as though Eric was reigniting so many different parts of her. Continuing stroking, Melissa brought her other foot up and began to fondle Eric’s testes, drawing a loud moan from between the young man's lips.
 
It was almost too much for Eric. His hips began to twist and writhe as Melissa expertly teased and pumped him using only her feet. She closely monitored his entire body, tuning in to every little movement as she learned him. Watching his toes curl, and listening to the shortening of his breaths, she knew he was close. She was also surprised to find her own arousal growing as she watched him experience pleasure. This boy; she thought. 
 
As his hips began to buck, Melissa knew just a few more strokes would end this. She could feel the precum leaking and lubricating her toes, allowing her to pump faster and harder, with minimal friction. But she wouldn't let him off the hook that easily. 
 
Melissa slid forward on Eric’s face, allowing her pussy to cover his mouth. The vibrations from his moans of pleasure instantly drew Melissa near the edge, and his tongue darted out of his mouth almost instinctively. She gasped while thinking, I wasn't even trying to train him to do that. 
 
With a pump, and another pump, and another, Melissa felt Eric’s manhood swell between her toes. Here he comes. She smiled. 
 
“Now, stop.” A sinister voice spoke from within before bursting into cruel laughter. “Leave him with the worst blue balls ever.” 
 
Melissa's foot immediately froze at the voice. Then she felt the vibration of the boy's moans into her vulva. “No,” She replied out loud, resolutely, and she resumed her foot's motion, bringing Eric to climax. He screamed into her, drawing her to her own orgasm.  Jets of his ejaculate shot several feet into the air landing on his exposed stomach.
 
Melissa immediately noticed Eric's becoming flaccid between her toes and slid back from his mouth allowing him to gulp down air between pants of sexual exhaustion. She wasn't panting herself, but she did feel a level of intimacy that she had long been missing. 
 
“How was that?” Melissa asked with a warm smile looking down at Eric's pussy juice glossed lips. 
 
“That was… incredible.” Eric replied with a wide, genuine grin, all but forgetting that his kidnapper's crotch was covering half his face. 
 



 
“I thought we had an understanding,” Melissa's reflection spoke with disappointment, while she was soaking a towel with warm water in front of the bathroom mirror. 
 
“Look,” Melissa began, clearly annoyed. “I get that you're the whole pleasure-from-pain part of me, but maybe you've forgotten: it feels good to make others feel good, too. I don't think I want to be cruel for cruelty’s sake.” Melissa turned the shower on to briefly rinse her feet. “Besides, Eric's been the best sexual partner I've had since Ian. He can get a little something.”
 
The reflection frowned at Melissa's response. “Not a partner, but fine. How's that plug feeling?”
 
“Now that you mention it, I barely noticed that it's still there.”
 
“Good. Sounds like it's time to switch it out. Why don't you let me take the wheel, so to speak, and swap it out?”
 
“How would that work? You've only taken control when I've been asleep, right?”
 
“Yeah. All you have to do is sort of will yourself to let go. Then I can take over.”
 
“Right… Uh, that's okay. I'll take care of It myself.”
 
“But that's my thing. My purpose!” The reflection replied with increasing anxiety and frustration. 
 
“Don't worry. You can get the next one when I'm asleep tonight. Don't sound so needy.” Melissa teased. Had Melissa been able to sense her reflection’s emotional state at that time, she may have proceeded with more caution. Apparently, only the “passenger” position could feel what the “driver” was thinking and feeling, and not the other way around. 
 
Back in her bedroom, Melissa examined the row of oversized butt plugs on her vanity, neatly organized by size. Grabbing the one next to the empty space, she noted that the plug with Eric’s name attached was only two plugs away. A day and a half. She thought, while feelings of ambivalence began to surface. Do I really want to do that to him? She questioned. 
 
The reflection was right. Melissa's feelings toward Eric were changing. They weren’t only softening. They were growing attached. 
 
“Inside me.” The reflection whispered in her mind.  
 
“Shut up! I know that's you now.” Melissa replied out loud. “But yeah. For now, we'll keep going.”
 



 
Melissa eventually waddled back to the living room, trying her best to endure the increased pressure on her bowels and strain on her anus by the ½ inch larger plug. She found Eric had dozed off inside the box, as her own cum had begun to dry on his skin, giving the appearance of sticky glaze. “Typical,” Melissa muttered as she looked at his satisfied sleeping face. 
 
Melissa removed the restraints and freed him from the box, placing his resting head on her lap while she sat on the floor.  Eric stirred awake in time to feel a warm towel roughly wiping his face and belly. 
 
“Well look who's up?” Melissa commented. 
 
Eric was still somewhat disoriented and still in too much of a haze of orgasmic pleasure to reply. There was no post-nut clarity here. 
 
“For future reference, this is called aftercare. You should be as thoughtful of a sexual partner's needs before and after sex, as you are during.”
 
She's giving me tips now? Eric questioned as he became fully aware of his surroundings.
 
Observing the confusion on his face, Melissa realized that her recent behavior was a huge departure from the prior few days. Unsure how to make sense of it for him, let alone herself, Melissa chose not to acknowledge it. Instead, she chose a guaranteed distraction. “So… taco bell for lunch?”
 
Eric’s body froze and his face went pale, remembering the implication. 
 
“Ha ha ha ha! Oh, you should see the look on your face.”
 
“It'd be better under a pile of shit…” The reflection muttered in Melissa's mind, causing her smile and laughter to contort into an annoyed grimace.
 
Eric's eyes remained fixed on her, while his expression reflected despair. Noticing his distress, Melissa quickly changed her tone and demeanor to try and assuage his worry. “I'm sorry.” She began while stroking his hair. “I was only teasing. We can get taco bell if you want, but I've got no plans to… you know… poop on you.” She said embarrassingly. 
 
This did little to calm Eric's anxiety. Of all the abuse he suffered and threats he endured, that remained the most terrifying. 
 
“You know, never mind about taco bell at all. I can see how much that bothers you.”
 
This was hard to fully accept for Eric. Between Melissa’s rapid swings from sweet to sinister, being held against his will, and now sexually satisfied, he had no way to make sense of his situation or the woman who held him captive. With the last straw of being reminded of his nightmare scenario, Eric's sexual elation plummeted, and he suddenly felt emotionally exhausted and hopelessly empty.  Unable and unwilling to even respond or acknowledge Melissa's last comment, Eric simply rolled onto his side, facing away from Melissa while his head remained on her lap.
 
Melissa's shoulders slumped as she watched Eric turn away. She understood that they weren't a couple, friends, or even acquaintances. They were still practically strangers, but him turning away still hurt. 
 
“Look at that. So quick to turn on you. Just like Ian.” Melissa’s reflection taunted her internally, seeking any means to take control and freely abuse the young man. 
 
No, Melissa thought. He's shutting down. It's all been too much. I- I think… I need to let him go. I don't want to permanently hurt this kid. 
 
“Hold on… let's not overreact here. You still want him inside you, right? We might not get this chance again.”
 
Melissa shook her head and sighed with a heavy exhale. 
 
“Hear me out. Just give it a day. I'll shut up, let you two have your time together. No suggestions, no interruptions. Okay? Maybe I'm wrong, and we should be developing feelings for him. Just please don't let him go.”
 
Melissa was stunned at her reflections pleading. Why so desperate? She wondered, forgetting that the reflection “heard” her thoughts.
 
“I don't want to be locked away again. Forgotten. Please… wait.” The sadness and anxiety in the reflection’s voice was apparent.
 
Melissa was torn. Eric clearly was reaching some kind of limit. But her reflection is a part of her. A part she had all but ignored for years. Melissa wanted to be her honest, true self, and she couldn't be by denying that part of herself. 
 
“Okay. I'll wait.” She said aloud. But what to do about him?
 



 
For the remainder of the day, Eric remained silent, and Melissa let him be. With the exception of reattaching the leash to his neck, she didn't push or tease him. She kept him close and even occasionally petted him as they both became somewhat accustomed to, but things were different. 
 
I don't like this, Melissa thought as she ran her finger through Eric’s hair. He's been just a bump on a log since the Taco Bell joke. No resistance, no response, no tears. I have to fix this. Bring him back to life. 
 
After being reminded of her earlier threats, Eric found himself feeling at a loss. If she wanted to, she could. There's nothing I can do. No matter how good she makes me feel, she has the power to do the worst to me. What's the point? 
 
For the first time, since she'd taken him, Eric had a chance to assess his situation, and it was grim. He wasn't wrong. The oscillating experience of abuse, unconsciousness, comfort, and, most recently, pleasure never gave him room to really consider his circumstances. Now that he had, he was concluding that there was no point in resisting. Whatever was going to happen would happen regardless of his preference. Or so he thought. 
 
Dissatisfied with the way things were going, Melissa was determined to bring Eric back to life. Not to fulfill a perverse desire to see him fight back, but because she didn't want to break him. Like Eric, she'd been riding a whirlwind of desire and imagination. Until now – until he prompted her to, she hadn't taken serious stock of what she'd done to him the last few days. The head injury scare was what brought both Melissa's fracturing mind to the forefront and gave her space to assess her actions. Now, she was determined to make it up to Eric.
 
“I know it's not that late, but you seem tired. Would you like to go to sleep? This is a pull-out couch.”
 
Snapping back to the moment, Eric was alerted by Melissa's voice breaking the relative silence of the last several hours. He sat up from her lap and turned to face forward. He shrugged his shoulders to her question. What's the point of saying what I want? She'll do what she wants anyway. 
 
Melissa wasn't sure how to proceed. She didn't want to ask such a broad question as "what do you want?” The answer would be obvious. He wants to go home. But she knew she wouldn't fulfill that desire. Not yet. While she thought about her next move, Eric surprised her by speaking first.
 
“What do you want from me?” He turned to face her with tears in his eyes. 
 
Melissa's mouth fell agape as he spoke. 
 
“I get it.” Eric continued, “I was a jerk at the mall. I said some awful things at my house. But I've been here for… I actually don't know how many days.” His voice was raising to a yell. 
 
“I've lost consciousness more times than I can remember. I think I've gotten pretty good at doing what you want.” He gestured toward her crotch. “But it seems like there’s more you want from me.” 
 
He was full on crying now, his words hitching in his throat. “Things I- I really don- don’t want to happen, I can't stop you.” His head fell into his hands as he let himself be completely taken by his emotions. 
 
Stop me? Overwhelmed by his emotional display and honest words, Melissa understood how much she terrorized the young man. Now crying herself, she pulled Eric into her, hugging him with his head pressed into her ample breasts. “I'm sorry, Eric. I'm so sorry.”
 
Eric sobbed into her bosom, tears surely soaking through some of her top. She’s so soft… and warm. Eric couldn’t help but notice her body as his emotions poured forth. This… isn’t so bad. He felt himself starting to doze off, the emotional outpouring taking its toll on his physical stamina but before he could, Eric felt hands on the side of his head and neck pulling him out from between her breasts. 
 
Melissa pulled Eric away from her and gazed down into his glossy, tear-soaked hazel eyes. His tears had stopped flowing, as confusion came across his face, but Melissa knew what she wanted. There were too many moments over the last several days when she felt something more than lust when she looked at him. Holding him in place, she bent forward, drawing near to his face. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes were Eric’s eyes going wide as saucers. 
 
Eric’s body froze as her lips pressed into his. She was so much bigger than him, and her lips easily covered his entire mouth. His eyes were fixed open, clearly seeing she had closed hers. He’d stopped breathing. Not because he couldn’t, but because of the shock. Time seemed to stand still, and the kiss lingered on. So soft, Eric thought, as his body finally relaxed, and his arms fell to the side.
 
Melissa felt the tension in Eric’s neck relax, realizing that his body must have followed suit. She released her kiss to see his reaction. As she pulled back and opened her eyes, she saw that he had closed while his mouth remained slightly open seemingly longing for more, his cheeks now a rosy red. She obliged and kissed him once again, this time leaning more of her weight on him until he was flat on his back on the couch cushion.
 
Eric’s head was spinning. After hours of feeling numb and hopeless, his lips were now locked with those of the source of his emotional turmoil. Eric could feel the strain within his body as her weight pressed into him, but he paid little attention, as her tongue entered his waiting mouth. He hadn’t consciously returned the kiss, but instinctively, he opened his lips to invite her in. Feeling her much larger tongue dominate his mouth, Eric finally responded by wrapping his arms, as much as he could, around the big woman. He felt her jolt at his touch and immediately relaxed, more of her weight, most notably her massive breasts, pressing into him. Nevertheless, he began to return her kiss, his tongue pushing back against hers and darting into her mouth.
 
The two continued to embrace, their hands groping at each other's bodies in the tight confines of the couch, as breathy gasps permeated the otherwise silent room. Despite their explicit sexual activity, this was the most intimate interaction they had shared. 
 
After what felt like an eternity, Melissa finally broke off their kiss turned make out session. A string of saliva stretched between their lips as she pulled sway and Eric’s head fell to the couch cushion. Inches away from his face, filling Eric's field of view with her own face, Melissa apologized. 
 
“I'm sorry. I know it may not mean anything, but I really am sorry for… for all of this.” She paused, hesitant whether to keep going, but also longing for a reply. 
 
Eric gazed into her green eyes, almost lost in the shimmering, wet emeralds. He was still processing what had just happened. That kiss was… Was real. He was starting to distinguish for himself the difference between being sexually used and intimacy. Uncertain what to do with these thoughts.
 
“I need… I want… I don't… I don’t know what to think about all of this.” That was the best Eric could come up with. The last several days were bizarre to say the least, and a more mature person would have difficulty making sense of it. He was only 18 and starting his adult life. His mind was so overwhelmed that he’d completely forgotten about the collar around his neck and the leash tied to her wrist  
 
“I- I understand. Let's go to sleep.”
 
“Okay…”
 



 
“Are you sure about this?” The reflection spoke as Melissa, lying on her side, holding up her phone to her face to provide a mirror.
 
Next to her, soundly asleep, was Eric. His soft breaths purred between her breasts, which covered his ears.
 
“Yeah. I'm going to let him go. Maybe in another life, this could have been something, but I've done too much harm to dare be selfish.”
 
The reflection nodded, pursing her lips together. With a resolute tone, she replied with a single word and faded from the mirror. “Okay.”
 
Melissa was a bit taken aback by the abrupt departure but gave it little thought. She’d made her decision and that was the end of it. With that she placed her phone on the armrest of the fold-out couch and embraced Eric, nestling him deeper into her soft flesh. His lean, small body felt so frail, so fragile. A sudden wave of regret came over her as she realized just how scared he must have been as she dominated him. A little person like him was completely at the mercy of big women like her. As she dozed off, ruminating on these thoughts, she felt a tingle in her loins. 
 



 
 
“Ow… ‘the hell?!” Melissa whined as she woke up the next day. Her behind was extremely sore. Must have swapped out the plug while I was asleep. Persistent if nothing else; Melissa thought. But this discomfort was so much more intense than before. She didn't think another ½ inch would hurt so much more than the previous intervals.
 
Checking her phone, she noted that she'd been asleep for about 7 hours, meaning the butt plug was there just a little bit less time. Something’s wrong. Before she could put her phone down, a text message alert drew her attention. 
 
“Congratulations. Your shipment is on the way!” 
 
Confused and distracted, Melissa clicked the link and saw the order from the previous Saturday. “Heh! The shrinking stuff.” She chuckled. “Forgot all about that.” She looked over to Eric and to her surprise, he wasn't there. Starting to panic, she checked her wrist.  The leash wasn't there either. Sitting up, she winced again at the pressure from within her butt and froze. 
 
Oh… My… God… You better not have. 
 
Melissa slowly raised the sheet to check her lower half. Immediate relief washed over her, as she saw the top of a small blonde resting on her fupa. Throwing the sheet to the side to fully expose her bottom half, she saw that Eric had been restrained to her legs and hips like several days ago, but this time on her front. 
 
Melissa gritted her teeth in frustration, figuring this was her reflection's doing, after she had fallen asleep. Accepting that there was nothing to be done now, Melissa freed Eric, who was sound asleep, from her body, hoping she wouldn't have to explain how he ended up like that given her desire to show him a different her. 
 
As she untied his arms and legs from her body, Eric jolted Awake. Confused by his muffled whining from between her legs. 
 
“Nooooo…” Eric groaned as he came to. “I blew it, didn't I?
 
Confused, Melissa tried to play off that she had no idea what he was talking about. “Why don't you remind me of what you were supposed to be doing.” I hope that worked. 
 
“You said if I ate you out until sunrise, you'd …” his voice fell to a mumbling whisper, “... give me a blow job.”
 
“Is that right?” She whispered to herself.  “And you agreed to that?” 
 
“You don't remember?” A suspicious tone and expression in his voice and face. 
 
“I'll ask the questions, mister. Tell me exactly what you agreed to” She did her best to play coy and tease instead of ignorant, hoping to find out what happened without giving away that it wasn't her that he was dealing with. 
 
“Uh… okay. You woke me up at some point during the night, I don't know what time. And you said,” His voice filled with embarrassment, “‘I want you inside me.’”
 
Melissa squinted her eyes as the corner of her mouth rose, a sly grin forming on her face, “Go on.”
 
“I didn't understand. So, you explained that if I kept my tongue in your- in- in you, you would… you know?”
 
“Give you a blow job?”
 
“Yeah…” Eric sounded increasingly embarrassed both for his transparent horniness and naivety. 
 
“But you didn't, did you?” 
 
“No.” His disappointment was evident. 
 
“You sweet, horny boy,” Melissa muttered under her breath, not intending for Eric to hear while extending her hand to stroke the side of his head. “Come on up here.”
 
Obeying, Eric crawled along her body until he was face to face with Melissa, straddling her body with his arms and legs. her massive breasts forcing him to fully extend His arms, lest he put his full weight on her.  Despite the apparent change in tone and dynamic between the two, Eric remained uncertain of how to navigate this new territory. Part of him felt more comfortable when she was dominant. At least then he didn't have to think too much. 
 
“Do me a favor and touch your neck.”
 
Eric complied. 
 
“Notice anything?”
 
Eric’s eyes went wide as he looked to Melissa with hope for the first time in days. “No collar!” he exclaimed  
 
“That's right. You're free to go whenever you like. But before you do, I have some parting gifts for you.”
 
Eric's joy immediately was tempered by worry, uncertain of what she would say next. 
 
Picking up on his anxiety, Melissa continued in hopes of assuaging his concerns. “You came here a virgin, right?”
 
Eric's mouth went dry. There's no way, right? She can't be about to suggest what I think she is. “Yes?” He replied with anticipation.
 
“Do you want to leave here as one?”
 
Eric's heart jumped in his chest, and he felt his dick twitch, as blood started to flow causing him to poke Melissa's belly. She said it. She really said it! Never in his wildest dreams did he think this is how things would turn out. But a gnawing feeling tugged at his mind. What if it's a trap? 
 
“I- I don't know. I would very much like that, but I don't think I can trust it.”
 
Feeling Eric's growing erection poke her in the belly, Melissa wasn't surprised at his response, but she had a plan. “Let me earn your trust.” She rolled her body over, causing Eric to tumble to the mattress, as she climbed over him. 
 
Eric's chest heaved with deep rapid breaths, startled by her sudden movement and aroused by her innuendo. He propped himself up on his elbows and tried to crawl backwards only to bump into the back of the couch. Looking into her eyes, Eric was both frightened and excited by the lust she exuded. He watched as she crawled backwards over his legs, holding out hope that she was about to do what he was thinking. 
 
Just then Melissa sat up, towering over Eric. She grabbed his gym shorts and yanked them down his thighs. His modest manhood immediately stood to attention as the cool air flowed over his now mostly nude bottom half. 
 
Eric gasped, his body frozen still with his hands up and mouth agape. Panting with short sharp breaths, Eric watched her move her much larger head down past his stomach. A chill came over his body as he felt her warm breath on his crotch. “Oh, my g- ah!” His words immediately were silenced, as she took his whole manhood into her mouth in a single gulp. 
 
Eric immediately squeezed the sheets as she expertly bobbed on his dick. Her massive tongue wrapping around it while still fully engulfed in her mouth. I can't hold it! He Screamed inside as an orgasm was rapidly building only seconds into the blow job. His pride, as a man, wanted to hold out, but she knew what she was doing. With a loud slurp, Eric's eyes rolled back into his head and his hips started to rise from the mattress. Overwhelmed by pleasure, his moans were reduced to barely audible squeaks, as he neared climax. This is what they mean by soul snatching; he thought  
 
As Melissa took Eric into her mouth, she knew he wouldn't be able to endure very long. He was so green, and she was so good. Part of her regretted that she wouldn't be able to teach him more, but he'd been through enough with her. Listening to Eric’s squeaking, she deployed her finishing touch and clasped his testes, her hand fondling them like stress balls, but that wasn't all. Thanks to the size of her hand, she was able to extend a finger under Eric while his balls remained in her palm. 
 
Eric squealed when she felt her finger over his anus. He wanted to object but could only elicit weak moans as she expertly sucked him, slowing her pace to prolong the buildup. Then she slid her finger inside his anus and skillfully found his g-spot within seconds. Eric's legs began to tremble. His toes curled and his knuckles whitened, as he screamed out loud, while his penis erupted in Melissa's Mouth. 
 
Melissa relentlessly slurped at Eric's softening penis, as she gulped down his salty spent seed. Balls still in hand, she could practically feel the young man draining as she sucked him dry. Chuckling at his little whines as she continued to tongue at his sensitive member, Melissa's eyes were fixed on Eric, whose eyes had been shut since she started. The satisfaction on his face made her hot and moist. And then she saw it. A single tear poured down his cheek.  That's it!
 
Melissa pulled Eric's legs between her own until he was flat on his back. 
 
Still disoriented from his soul shattering orgasm, Eric had no idea what was happening until he opened his eyes to see her belly eclipse his field of view followed by her glistening and dripping womanhood.
 
“Eat me,” she breathily uttered, overflowing with lust, as she dropped onto Eric's face. 
 
Like with muscle memory, Eric plunged his tongue into her womanhood. Within seconds of beginning, he'd felt his head gripped and pulled into her, while her hips began to rock on his face. A familiar worry began to surface within Eric. I can't breathe.   
 
As though she read his mind, Melissa pulled Eric's head and anxiously spoke between panting breaths, “quick, take a deep breath.” 
 
As Eric audibly inhaled, his face was plunged back into the soaking wet vulva of the big woman. Resuming his rapidly improving cunnilingus, Eric's anxiety plummeted. For the first time he felt somewhat safe beneath her sex when she showed clear awareness of and attention to his well-being. She really is different. 
 
It didn't take much longer before Melissa’s orgasm erupted onto Eric’s face. The sounds of him sputtering under her deluge was in and of itself satisfying, but she quickly rolled off of him and planted a kiss on his soaked face, while she wiped his eyes clear with her thumbs. She wanted him to see this. 
 
Shortly after feeling her fingers run across his eyelids, Eric blinked several times to further clear his vision. As she came into focus, Eric braced for another kiss.
 
“Look at me,” She ordered as she pulled back.   
 
Eric watched her intently, the bottom of her face glistened with her own juices from Eric's lips. Then she spilled out her tongue and lapped up the moisture from her lips. “Fuuuuck,” Eric whispered. “That's hot.” 
 
Melissa dove in for another taste.
 



 
Moments later, still resting in the afterglow and their faces and bodies wiped clean with a warm towel, Melissa and Eric sat side by side on the returned to normal couch in relative silence, nestled against one another.
 
“After I take your virginity, stay with me tonight? I can take you home in the morning.” 
 
For what felt like a first to Eric, Melissa was genuinely asking him. 
 
“That sounds fine to me.” Eric replied, no longer concerned about being dominated or abused. He didn't quite understand what had changed, but Eric was certain that something was different, and he felt more in control than ever before. This degree of autonomy, plus the sexual pleasure, gave Eric the confidence to stick around rather than run for his life. 
 
Eric couldn't deny that Melissa was a beautiful woman. Her emerald eyes were captivating.  Despite her being overweight, even for a big woman, she carried it well. Seeing, tasting, and touching her made Eric question himself and reflect on his hatred for big women. But even as he came to acknowledge his own biases, he didn't know what to do with that new understanding. 
 
Ding Dong!
 
The doorbell rang, as a shadow of a figure could be seen darting away from the door through the living room curtains. 
 
“That's probably my new mattress.” Melissa surmised. 
 
Eric looked on with a somewhat confused expression. It was then he realized the various gaps in his memory from the last several days. either from oxygen-deprived unconsciousness or trauma, there were numerous blank spaces, many of which immediately followed Melissa using him for her pleasure. Eric couldn't help but wonder: is that why I'm easily accepting this new dynamic, because I don't remember the worst of it? A shiver ran down his spine as he considered that the rough treatment he had been subjected to may have actually been the most tame experience.
 
Melissa stood up to answer the door, but looked back at Eric with a smile, unable to deny her growing affection for the little man. Her smile immediately dropped when she saw his face filled with consternation, in deep disturbing thought. 
 
“Are you okay, Eric?” She knelt down to put herself in his line of sight. 
 
Eric shook his head, coming to attention. “Uh… Yeah. I'm fine… I think.” His voice trailed off, clearly distracted.
 
Melissa frowned at his obvious lie but didn't press the issue. “Okay. I'll be right back.”
 
Melissa returned a moment later with a large rectangular box and placed it on the floor. Eric was still seated where she left him, staring off into space. Growing concerned and a bit put off, Melissa raised her voice to say his name. “Eric!”
 
He jolted to attention at the sound of her booming voice, immediately making eye contact with her. 
 
With a much softer voice, Melissa continued, “Don't lie.” Eric’s body stiffened. “I can clearly see something is on your mind. Listen…we don't have to have sex, and you don't have to stay, if you don't want to. Please tell me what you're thinking.”
 
Eric maintained eye contact as she spoke, starting to lose himself in her mesmerizing Eyes. She seems so sincere; he thought. He felt compelled to want to be transparent, but hesitated, as the blank spaces in his memory gave him pause. 
 
“I… Uh… I- Why did you replace your mattress?”
 
“That's really what's on your mind?” Melissa was incredulous. There's no way he was thinking that deeply about my mattress; she thought. 
 
Eric meekly nodded his head. 
 
“Fine. Well, the other night, you gave me a really, really big orgasm and I squirted, and maybe peed, a bit on the bed. Maybe a lot.”
 
“I did that?!” Eric asked, sounding both shocked and proud. 
 
“Yeah…you did.” Melissa was telling the truth, but she also didn't want him to know that she'd actually used his entire unconscious head to make it happen, both out of regret and to not scare him away, especially while in his seemingly unstable state. 
 
“I wonder why I don't remember. I remember biting you and then I was in the bathtub with you. Ahh!”  Eric winced as his head throbbed with pain. 
 
Melissa immediately returned to his side on the couch and pulled him into her. “Maybe don't try thinking so hard.”
 
“I know, but… What happened? Why is my head hurting like this? I don't remember that either.” He was starting to panic at his lack of memory. What did she do to me?!
 
“Shh… it's okay. I'll take care of you.” Melissa cooed. But she was stunned when Eric pulled himself away and out of her embrace. 
 
“No! I need to go. Now!” Eric spat, his shoulders rapidly rising and falling as panic and adrenaline began to pump through his body. 
 
A sudden pang of sadness came over her, as the young man looked at her with the same terror as Ian’s did so many years ago. She didn't want to fight his demands though and accepted that at any moment he could reject her, and he would have a good reason to do so. “Okay. Do you want me to drive you?”
 
Eric's blood pressure began to fall at her question. Despite his legitimate worry about gaps in his memory, she really was different. If not, surely, she would have fought my request; he concluded. 
 
“Wait!” Eric started. “I'm sorry… I was getting anxious about the things I can't remember. I- I feel like some bad stuff has happened… And you're not telling me.”
 
Melissa listened to him without response, her own pulse slowing, as her anxiety began to rise when he demanded to leave.
 
“Is that why you're different… because of what happened?” 
 
Stunned, Melissa's eyes fell to the floor, and she burst into tears. A sudden flood of emotions overwhelmed her, as she recalled her own panic when she saw him unconscious and bleeding on the floor.
 
“I- I thought- I killed you!” She struggled to speak through her sobs. 
 
Eric's jaw dropped as a piece fell into place. It was that bad; he thought. He assumed something serious had to have happened to make her change and he knew the old her made no qualms about her pleasure costing his life. It made sense.  Taking a deep breath, he stood up and moved to stand in front of Melissa who was still seated and sobbing on the couch. 
 
As she raised her head and looked at him with tear-filled eyes, Eric wrapped his arms around her head and drew her into his thin body. 
 
Melissa gasped at his gentle affections, her sobs halting in her throat. She let her tensions fall away and the tears stream down her face, as she returned his embrace. 
 
“I'll stay with you tonight.” Eric spoke softly, as his fingers ran through her hair. 
 
You'll stay with me forever. The reflection watched the whole interaction play out from within Melissa’s mind, raging at her frailty, her giving in to this little man. This toy. I will not be ignored. Discarded. Never again. 

PART 8 - Irreconcilable Differences

What the hell am I doing? Eric stood perplexed, as he held Melissa's head to his chest, stroking her hair while she sobbed. She just admitted she nearly killed me. Why am I comforting her? 

Eric couldn't fully understand his choice, having been unwilfully tossed between numerous extremes over the last several days. Now his own actions were swinging from one extreme to the other: Flfrom wanting to get as far away from her as possible to holding her close to himself.

Was the sudden reintroduction of autonomy to blame, when he'd had virtually zero agency since she arrived at his home? Was he becoming attached to this woman in ways he didn't understand? Or was he unconsciously being driven by sexual desire? 

I don't know what's happening, but I can't leave her like this. Why can't I leave Her like this? I should be able to leave her! 

 “-nk you.” 

 Wrapped in a swirling storm of his own thoughts and confusion, Eric was unaware that the cries had stopped, and a voice had spoken.

 “Huh?” As though a sudden realization came over him, Eric tried to back away, releasing his embrace, but Melissa held him firmly in place. 

 “Thank you.” Melissa spoke softly; her forehead still nestled in Eric's chest. 

 “Oh… uh you're welcome.” That's the correct thing to say, right? “I… uh…” Eric placed his hands on her shoulders and tried to subtly pry himself away.

Feeling tension in his body, Melissa released Eric from her hug. Her eyes, already reddened from tears, were now joined by her rosy cheeks, as embarrassment welled within her. “Sorry. That was awkward.”
Eric silently nodded his head as he returned to sit next to Melissa on the couch. The two remained in an awkward silence, not certain how to proceed after their respective emotional outpouring. 

Eric remained in a state of confusion with his own emotions and what to make of the giant woman seated next to him. There was a strange dichotomy floating though his mind. He hated the lack of control he experienced at her hands, the utter domination of his mind and body. The relegation to nothing but a toy. At the same time, he couldn’t ignore that he felt freer under her control. Free from responsibility. Free from having to choose. Free to act and not think, because she was thinking for him. Ironic, considering this whole ordeal started with his failure to hold on to his wallet. 
 
I hate this; Eric thought. The idea of submitting, relinquishing his sense of self in subservience to anyone, let alone an all-round dominant woman, didn't sit right with him. I don't want to lose myself. No longer fearing how she could or would control and dominate him, Eric now began to fear no longer being himself. He questioned from where these thoughts even originated. This isn't like me. Something is wrong. Something’s changing me. 

Eric didn't fully understand it, but his captivity was starting to rewire his still developing psyche. If he didn’t escape soon, he might never be the same. 

As his introspection gained momentum in his mind, Eric was suddenly snatched back to the present as he felt pressure on his cheek from an unfathomably soft surface. Melissa was kissing him again. Eric felt himself melt at the tender contact, punching a hole through his fear and anxiety. Her hand cupped his face under his chin, holding him in place, though Eric had neither the will nor desire to pull away. This isn't so bad. 

Melissa quietly watched Eric, lost in his thoughts after ending their embrace. She couldn't believe she let herself be so emotionally vulnerable with him. How embarrassing! But as she observed him, wondering exactly what he was thinking and feeling, Melissa thought back to her reflection’s accusation. 

Am I really falling for him? I don't even know this guy, except that he's cute, can be an asshole, and is teachable.  

Remembering how Eric behaved at the mall and when she first confronted him in his home, Melissa could hardly tell that they were the same person. This realization made her heart sink, however. Poor kid; I really did a number on you, she thought. Seeing his consternation, she felt compelled to comfort him and cupped his chin and cheek in her hand and leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. 

“What was that for?” Eric asked, his face flushed red. 

“You looked… bothered.” Melissa struggled to put into words what she was seeing in him. “And I'm sure I am probably responsible.”

How does she know that? Am I that easy to read?! Eric lamented in his mind. 

“For someone as perceptive as you are, you're also pretty easy to read.” Melissa continued. 

What the hell?!

“No. I'm not reading your mind. You're just very expressive. That might be why your tears…” Melissa didn't want to finish her comment. It was a harsh reminder of just how cruel she'd been towards him. 

“Turn you on?” Eric finished her interrupted thought, to Melissa's surprise and shame. 

“Yeah,” she meekly responded, directly confronted with her actions. Melissa had been riding a high of pleasure, leading her to dismiss her inhibitions and misgivings for how she was treating Eric. However, after Eric's head injury scare, she quickly sobered up and began to acknowledge how depraved she'd been. I have no right to be considering intimacy with him, she thought.”

“Hey... “Melissa began, Eric's head immediately snapping to attention. “I've been thinking about the virginity thing. If you really want to, I will, but given everything that's happened, it might be best to not. If you get my meaning?”

Eric was both stunned and relieved. She'd given him another out, but also reinforced his autonomy, something he'd been sorely lacking. Still uncertain about his feelings and what was real or just hormones, Eric had little to say in response. Part of him was hoping that she would decide. It would be so much easier that way. Nevertheless, Eric reminded himself that he was supposed to be an adult and making adult decisions. It was time to step up. 

“I- I'll- I'm really tired.  Maybe I could rest up and think about it?” He finally responded, stumbling over his words, and utterly lacking confidence or conviction, but he'd spoken up, even if it was only to delay a decision. 

“I'm exhausted too. Crying really takes it out of me. Come on, let's head to my bedroom.”

Eric Followed Melissa's lead to the bedroom. As though it was the first time, Eric took in her form, not as his captor but simply as a woman, a potential partner. With her enormous ass practically eye level with him, Eric watched in awe as her cheeks swayed from side to side, and jiggled with each step, threatening to break free from the barely-covering booty shorts she was wearing. Her thighs were massive – each wider than Eric's whole body, rippling with pockets of cellulite. It was a clear reminder that not only was this big woman fat, but she was markedly older. 

Despite these attributes that might turn off other young men, Eric found himself feeling pulled toward her body, compelled to be near her, engulfed by her. Shaking his head at the thoughts, Eric's mouth fell open as he entered the room and saw her bed. It was huge. A California king was smaller than this, but she was a big woman. Of course it would be huge.

Then wholly taken by impulse, he ran past Melissa and launched himself into the air and onto the mattress. Bouncing several times before coming to a stop, Eric Suddenly realized what he'd done and looked back towards Melissa with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me.”

To Eric's surprise, Melissa wore a warm smile and slight look of shock at his impromptu acrobatics. 
“No need to apologize. I'll follow your lead,” she replied with a mischievous expression.  Melissa took two heavy footsteps toward the bed and planted her feet in preparation to leap onto the bed in the same fashion Eric had. 

Once he saw Melissa approach, Eric's eyes widened with fear, realizing what she intended to do. He shut his eyes and raised his arms into the air in a vain effort to protect himself from the impending impact.

Just before liftoff, Melissa stopped and waited. Her body shook, trying to contain her laughter until Eric opened his eyes again. Once he finally did, along with lowering his arms to reveal his face, Melissa Burst out into laughter.

“You thought I was going to squish you?!” She could barely get her words out between Her laughs, quickly running out of breath. 

Eric remained stiff on the bed, stunned, his heart rate slowly falling back to normal. He started to feel anger welling up on him. Why would she tease me like that? I have every reason to fear her; he thought, frustrated with her insensitivity. At the same time, he watched her boundless and unrestrained laughter. The joy on her face, the rosiness in her cheeks. Seeing her so happy, stirred happiness in himself, yet his face only reflected his growing anger. 

Upon finally opening her eyes between laughs, Melissa saw his stern expression. She immediately tried to put the brakes on her laughs, practically taking a deep breath to swallow them. “Oh Eric… I'm sorry. I was only teasing, but I can see I made you upset.” She sat down on the bed next to him, the mattress sinking under her weight. 

Eric sat silently, his face scrunched in frustration, as he stared into the mattress, not making eye contact with her. 

Melissa placed Her hand on his thigh and rubbed up and down. “I really am sorry, okay?” She felt his body tense under her touch. And she couldn't help but notice slight movement in his shorts. 
Eric’s cheeks and the tips of his ear began to redden as his pulse quickened, but his expression remained hardened. “I don't like being so small and feeling so helpless.”

Melissa was shocked at his sudden admission and apparent vulnerability. She felt compelled to engage him and show him that she understood. “And us big women… we're a constant reminder of that?”  
He nodded his head, still staring away. 

Melissa gently grabbed his chin and lifted it so she could look him in the eyes. She was surprised to see they were glossy with emotion. “There are times in my life where I've felt small and helpless, too, regardless of my size.”

Eric’s expression finally softened, as though he never considered someone like her being able to relate to someone like him. 

“For what it's worth, though you are small, you are strong. A lesser man would have broken long ago after what I put you through. And I don’t think a bigger man couldn't have made me feel as good as you have.”

Eric couldn't stop his face from turning a deep crimson at her kind words and flattery. I am still me; he thought, resolving his inner turmoil thanks to her words. 

“I'm ready,” Eric spoke with determination, wiping the slight moisture from his eyes and raising to kneel next to Melissa so they were eye to eye. “Can I…” his confidence wavered. “Let me…” Eric took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “I'm taking the lead.” 
Melissa smiled and opened her arms. “I'm yours.”
 


 
“Hhrrrnnng!” Eric grunted from between Melissa legs, as he thrust into her. Falling forward, he fell into her chest as the energy drained from him, his erection rapidly softening within her. Satisfied but mortified, Eric simply panted from between her breasts. I came so fast; he lamented. 

Melissa lay on her back with the teen between her legs, her knees still in the air; a smirk on her face. It was his first time. She knew what to expect. He barely made it to ten thrusts before ejaculating. Fully understanding how embarrassed he must feel, she felt it necessary to comfort him. 

Stroking his blonde hair with his head dwarfed between her breasts, she spoke sweetly. “It's alright, Eric. It's common For first times to be… overwhelming.” She was conscious of not bringing attention to his speed. “Catch your breath and let's get ready for round 2.” 

“Round 2?” He replied, his voice slightly muffled by her flesh. 

“Yeah! Unless you don't want to…”

Snapping his head up to look her in the face, Eric responded energetically. “No… I do!” His voice immediately softened. “I just thought you might not let me after… I was just so fast and you- you don’t look like you- I'm small and you're big. I can't- I'm not big enough for you?”

“Oh…” Melissa sighed. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but she also wanted to educate him. Choosing her words wisely, she continued. “Size can matter, but position and connection do, too.” 
Eric listened intently. He desperately wanted to feel like he could be equal to her, in spite of the stark physical differences.

“Next time, let me be on top. I can control the pace for both of us, and I'll feel more of you. Is that okay?”

Despite offering to take a leading role, she was still giving him the choice. Eric appreciated that. He knew she didn't have to, but she was different. That much was certain. 

Melissa took advantage of their rest to order lunch. A half dozen assorted pizzas ought to be enough. They would arrive Within 45 minutes. Plenty of time; she thought. 

Melissa turned to her side to see Eric laying on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Ready?” 
Eric replied timidly, “Uh huh.” Despite believing she was different, willfully submitting to her control left him with some anxiety. He'd spent the last few minutes trying not to ruminate on his worry and the origins thereof.  

Melissa looked over his body, dressed in a plain t-shirt and shorts, she noticed the absence of a tent in his shorts. “Hmm…  Not quite ready, I'd say.” She reached down and slid her hand under the band of his shorts, while biting her own lip. She loved making him feel like putty between Her fingers. 

Eric shuddered as he felt her fingers slide across his abdomen and under shorts. His body twitched as she made contact with his manhood.

Melissa immediately felt Eric's cock begin to harden between her fingers. He whimpered as she fondled him to full erection. “Now you're ready.” She smiled, but this time the sweetness was gone, replaced by lust and desire. 

Fully driven by desire and without warning, Melissa pulled down Eric’s shorts to his knees and pulled him under her as she raised her leg to straddle him. 

“Whoa!” Eric squeaked, while trying to hide his nervousness behind a light laugh. Looking up at Melissa, he could tell she had flipped a switch. He recognized that look. It was the same expression the first time she brought him to her room, except then she bound him to her body. This time, he was under her willingly. 

 Right? I want this, don't I? Eric wondered to himself, while questioning if she would stop if he asked her to. Once the thought had taken root, he needed to test it. He'd come this far under the assumption that she was different – that he was safe. Seeing her like this… I need to know. 

“Wait!” Eric shouted, his heart pounding just as Melissa had gripped his manhood and prepared to insert him into her waiting, dripping womanhood. 

“What!?” Melissa huffed, her tone impatient. But she did stop. Catching herself she recognized the anxiety on Eric's face and immediately softened. “Sorry, what’s wrong?”
 
“I just- I need to know… If I wanted to stop, right now, would you?” 

Melissa sat back onto his legs, Eric’s erection standing at attention framed by her massive thighs. “Do you want to stop? I mean… of course, I will.”

“No! No… I just got a little scared. You looked different.” His voice trailed off as he tried to explain himself. 

Melissa sighed. “I'm horny, Eric! I want to fuck you. Sorry to be crass, but…” She stopped herself before she dismissed the very real reasons why he would hesitate. She gave him that anxiety. She toyed with him for days. Regaining her composure, Melissa concluded, “If you want me to stop, we can stop.” 

“Thank you.” The tension in Eric's body immediately evaporated. With a slightly mischievous expression, Eric reached out and took two handfuls of Melissa breasts and squeezed. “Let's go,” he said with a wide grin, relieved and free to embrace the experience  

For the next 10 minutes, Melissa expertly rode Eric. She sped up and slowed her pace to keep him on edge until he was practically begging her to climax.

Despite their size difference Eric could barely contend with how tightly her vagina gripped his penis. Even with her juices freely flowing out onto him, she maintained a vice grip-like pressure on him. 
She gave Eric commands as she continued: when to squeeze her breasts, how to play with her hardened nipples, when to suck on them and use his tongue. She had no intention of giving him a “free ride.”

“Slap my ass!” Melissa shouted at Eric while he bounced off of the mattress, rocked by her weight and momentum.  She was nearing her climax. “Harder!”

Smack! Eric obliged her demand, using what little will he had left. He was delirious, yearning to come, but she was in control. 

Grrrr! Melissa elicited a guttural grunt as she hammered her hips down on the young man. He whined beneath her, his eyes closed, as his head turned side to side, desperately wanting to feel an eruption. As she felt her own explosion building, Melisse reached her hand down between her thighs and under Eric to take a firm grip on his bottom. Then as though she planned it, as her orgasm built past the point of no return, she pulled Eric up into her, as deeply as his cock could go, and they both cried out in ecstasy: a synchronized climax. 

Eric could feel Melissa's vaginal wall vacuuming up his seed, while Melissa relished the sensation of his hot sperm entering her. 
 
Once the initial wave of pleasure washed away, Melissa released Eric, letting him fall out of her pussy and to the mattress. She fell to the side and rolled onto her back leaving her heavy leg draped across Eric’s. They both painted in the aftershock of their orgasmic pleasure before dozing off to sleep in satisfied exhaustion.




Roused from a deep and satisfying slumber, Melissa opened her eyes to find herself in an infinite void of darkness. Except for the singular light beaming from above her, the space was pitch black. If not for the light, Melissa wondered whether she would be able to see her hand in front of her face. “Hello,” she called out into the void with curiosity and worry riding her voice. The absence of an echo left Melissa with an ominous feeling. Despite the overall strangeness, that was what made this situation feel unnatural. 

Still wearing the clothes she went to sleep in, Melissa began to question if this was only a dream of some kind. But it felt more real than any dream she'd ever experienced. This couldn't be Eric's doing, could it? No! Of course not. 

Despite the ways she'd used and abused the teen over the last few days, Melissa couldn't fathom a scenario where Eric might retaliate. Not to mention how any of her current situation could be made possible by him. 

As Melissa stood still pondering the strangeness of her situation, the distinct sound of bare footsteps began to patter out from the darkness. The hair now standing up in the back of her neck, Melissa braced herself for what was coming. Taking an awkward fighting stance, Melissa waited with bated breath as the steps grew near. Then, when the steps were only a few feet away, a figure began to emerge from the darkness. 

Melissa's jaw dropped as she came face to face with… herself. 

“Huh? What is this!?” Melissa demanded as she stood at ease, but maintained a growing sense of worry and anger filling her voice. 

“This? This is your mind. I made it so we could meet like this. The whole mirror schtick was so restricting.” Melissa’s doppelganger replied in an aloof yet sinister way.
 
“Okay… What do you want?” Melissa asked, her annoyance apparent. 

“Yeesh. Calm down. Don't sound so desperate?” she sneered. 

Melissa squinted her eyes at the reply. She understood the reference. The tension in the void was growing, yet Melissa's fear grew as well. She didn't know how she got here, or how she would get out if this was at all real. 

“You ask what I want? This… Is what I want.” With a snap of her fingers, two massive ovular windows opened in the air. And what they revealed was Eric's angelic, sleeping face. 

Melissa’s heart melted when she saw him. He was so innocent and cute when he was sleeping, she wanted to pet his head at the sight of him. But as quickly as she felt warmth within her heart, it was replaced with fear. Did she just open my eyes? Why can't I control my body from here?

“Enjoying the view?” The doppelganger continued. “I'll admit, he is a cutie. But I want that cute little face of his buried so deep inside me that I won't know where he begins, and I end. I want to bury his face in my shit. Drown him in my piss. Make him swallow it down until his stomach is on the verge of bursting and then fill him some more!” Her voice grew more and more unhinged as she continued, while Melissa’s face contorted in disgust and terror. 

Is she really part of me? Melissa questioned. 

“I want to watch him beg and cry those sexy little tears for mercy while I use him like the toy he is. And you… You were supposed to lead the way. But you’ve changed!”

Melissa could scarcely generate a response to this depraved tirade. Her thoughts were dominated by ideas of how to end this and escape this place. But she couldn't remain silent. “He doesn't Deserve any of that!” She shouted in reply. 

Without missing a beat, “Idiot! That only adds to the pleasure. An unwilling, undeserving, permanent boy toy is my dream!”

Permanent!? 

“I'm letting him go. There's no ‘permanent’ anything.” Melissa had to put her foot down. This was her body, her life, and her choices. This mad part of her was just that, a part, and she’s given it more than enough attention. “You’re just an intrusive thought gone out of control. This is over!”

“You're letting him go?!” The doppelganger was incredulous. “You don't even control this body anymore!” With another snap of her finger, Melissa found herself seated in a sturdy chair, her arms, legs and midsection bound to the seat. 

“What are you doing?!” Melissa cried out realizing it was herself who was literally out of control, fearing for Eric if she couldn’t get free. 

“I'm giving you a taste of what I'm experiencing, but at least you have a body. Until recently I was just thought and feelings, and this space and this body did not exist. While you were playing lovey dovey with my human sex toy, I was growing… changing… creating.”

“Please don't…” Melissa was desperate to save Eric from herself. 

“Don't worry.  You have a front row seat to all the festivities. You’ll feel what I feel physically and emotionally. I think you'll come to appreciate this with time.”
 
Melissa fought against her bindings as her doppelganger taunted her. Feeling her entire body tense with exertion, the world around the two suddenly shook, as the two windows clearly showed Melissa's external body responding to Melissa's internal struggle.
 
With both still in stunned silence, the doppelganger broke the silence. “I thought that might happen if we were both here. So… Without further ado, let's get nasty. Toodle Loo!” The doppelganger waved and tipped an imaginary hat as she faded from existence.

Left alone in the space with nothing but a secondhand view of her own body’s actions, Melissa screamed out in desperation, fighting against her unyielding bindings. “Hey! HEEEY!” She screamed out, but as she inhaled to let out another wail, a gag suddenly appeared over her mouth followed by the doppelganger reappearing before her. 

“I'd prefer if you just watched and listened, but now that this body is mine, I'm going to need a name. You can call me ‘Freya.’”

With that the newly dubbed ‘Freya’ winked at the bound Melissa and vanished.


This can't be real. Melissa thought while hyperventilating, as the windows closed, leaving her in darkness. 



 
Eric stirred from his deep sleep with a vague sense that he'd just missed an important conversation.  When he opened his eyes, he expected to see Melissa next to him, but the bed was empty. Surprised, but not too concerned, Eric took this opportunity to browse the bedroom. He'd never truly spent time in a woman's bedroom, and his curiosity needed fulfillment. 

As he climbed out of the oversized bed, he heard water running in the bathroom. Assuming Melissa was in there, he continued his exploration. Then his attention was immediately grabbed by the vanity, or better yet what was on it. He remembered them from days earlier, but never saw them up close, so he couldn't help but to explore the series of unfathomably large butt plugs on the vanity top. Organized by size, Eric picked up the smallest one and examined it. On the bottom, the size was engraved. Eric's jaw dropped. How could a person fit something like this inside them; he wondered. 

Then a perverse thought, an impulse, crossed his mind. Bringing the plug to his nose, his heart pounding in his chest, he took a brief sharp inhale, taking in its scent. “Freak,” he muttered to himself, embarrassed by his perversion. Eric was surprised to find that it wasn't erotic at all.  In fact, it smelled brand new, with that recently manufactured and packaged scent. She didn't use this one; he concluded, which prompted him to look down the line at the others. 
 
As he walked along the vanity, observing the larger plugs a sudden subtle familiar scent wafted to his nose. These ones have been used.  Eric chuckled as He struggled to grasp that reality, as each plug grew larger.

“These are almost as big as my…” Eric began to mutter to himself when he noticed an empty space in the series, and in that space was sticky note. “No…” he whispered, as he read the name “ERIC” in big bold letters on the note. 

If not for the sudden realization that Melissa had a butt plug the size of his head inside her, Eric might have noticed the water from the bathroom had stopped running. He might have noticed the door opening. He may have heard the footsteps approaching him. Instead, the first thing he noticed, after realizing what the empty space and sticker meant, was Melissa in the mirror directly behind him. But before he could react, he saw her raising the missing butt plug into the air and swinging it down onto the back of his head. And then darkness. 

“Honeymoon’s over, lover boy.”


PART 9 – Descent (Part 2)

Scccreeeeechttt!
 
The sound of plastic wrap being unrolled ripped throughout the bedroom. Eric's captor was hunched over him with his small unconscious body between her legs, tightly binding his arms against his body and his legs together. Her breaths were shallow with excitement and anticipation, as she roughly handled his seemingly lifeless body – her bulbous nude ass cheeks swaying in the air, her womanly juices dripping onto his plastic wrapped form. She bit her lip, as each layer shaped him into an increasingly rigid toy, ready for her use. 
 
“Uuuugggghhh…” Eric groaned softly, stirred awake by the constant jostling from his captor. His head was throbbing. Attempting to reach for the sore spot on his head, Eric realized he couldn't move his arm. He was alarmed by the sudden realization that his body was becoming increasingly restricted. His thoughts swam in confusion, unable to remember the events that immediately preceded. Am I dreaming again, he wondered, as she came into focus.  
 
“Freya… what are you doing?” Eric groggily asked. 
 
She didn't respond. She simply kept spinning the plastic, like a spider wrapping its prey in webbing. 
 
His senses continuing to return, Eric looked down to a frighteningly familiar sight of his body bound in plastic. As reality dawned, he instinctively struggled against the binding, only to find zero freedom of movement from his feet to his shoulders. 
 
“Hey! What's going on?!” Eric shouted with growing panic.
 
Freya, controlling Melissa’s body, looked up for the first time, her eyes filled with madness. “SHUT UP! Toys don't talk!”
 
Eric's blood ran cold, as he saw her frenzied expression. Sealing his lips at her command, fear took hold of him. 
 
What? Why are you doing this? Was it all just a game this whole time? Why!? How can you be so cruel? 
 
Eric wanted to feel angry for being deceived – for letting his guard down – for not trying to leave when he had the chance, but he couldn't muster any rage. Instead, he actually felt hurt and betrayed. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable. He thought she was different. He even started to wonder if she really cared about him, and he started to want her to. 
 
Watching the madwoman, whom he had no chance of overpowering, strip away his ability to put forth even a token resistance with each unfurling of the plastic wrap and call him a toy, left Eric in the depths of despair. This is it. This is the end. She's never going to let me go. He let his head drop and burst into tears. 
 
Eric concluded that the comfort she'd previously offered was just a deception designed to send him deeper into despair at this very moment. While part of him didn't want to give her that satisfaction, he no longer had the will to resist. 
 
What's the point? No! Eric's thought momentarily broke free from despair. That was real. I have to bring her back. 
 
“Good. Let those tears flow. That will save lubricant.”  Freya muttered.
 
Eric recoiled at her remark. Goosebumps formed on his humid plastic-cocooned skin. She didn't even have to specify what she meant for him to understand what she had planned. Pieces of his memory having returned; he recalled the line of butt plugs. He remembered the Eric-head-sized one. 
 
She's going to stick my head up her ass. 
 
Eric gagged and dry heaved, followed by hyperventilating. His body involuntarily shook, vibrating like he was shivering cold, despite the heat from the room and his rising body temperature. Even though he thought there was a chance of bringing his captor back from her current course, her current plans still horrified Eric. 
 
Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!
 
Suddenly feeling lightheaded, the shallow breaths were taking their toll. Black and white splotches dotted Eric's vision as the room began to spin, and his heartbeat pounded in his ears. He felt his consciousness begin to slip away, and he passed out. 
 

 
From within the mindscape, bound and muzzled, Melissa watched the horrific prelude play out. She saw the despair on Eric's face, as her body, her face, and her voice betrayed his fragile trust – the tears welling in his eyes and the resignation to his fate. She just knew he was crushed and felt deceived and at a loss. 
 
“MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHH!” was all she could muster with her mouth muzzled. 
 
Only being able to passively observe wasn't but a small torture for Melissa. Worse than that, she could literally feel what her reflection – what “Freya” was feeling. 
 
Melissa felt the rage-filled lust. She could feel the unbridled arousal growing. She could hear her depraved thoughts and desires. 
 
Is this what she experienced all this time? 
 
Melissa's secondary experience wasn't limited mental and emotional, however. She could feel in her own body, the body inside the mind space, arousal. She could feel Eric’s lithe body between her fingers, even though she wasn't touching him – the sweat dripping down her ass crack, as the air cooled her skin. And even without the vicarious experience, even though she didn't want to, when she saw Eric's tears, she felt her own womanhood stir. It was sobering and hard to accept reminder that Freya was born of Melissa. She was the personification of Melissa's lust and impulses. And though Melissa didn't believe she would ever act on certain impulses, Freya would.
 
It was beyond bizarre to experience two distinct sets of sensations and emotions. One of which was hers, while the others were the driver of her body. Despite these incomprehensibly divergent feelings and emotions, Melissa continued to grunt and groan, futilely fighting against her unyielding bindings. 
 

 
Drip. Drip. Drip. 
 
Eric’s eyes fluttered open at the liquid dropping onto his forehead. His vision was blurry, still wet with his tears before passing out. He could only make out vague shapes or colors. As he attempted to wipe his eyes clear, he was abruptly reminded of his lack of mobility. He couldn't budge any part of himself below his neck. Unlike his last bout with plastic wrap, not even his feet were free. 
 
Eric was well and truly mummified. He was apparently sitting up in an L-shape, with his back against the foot of the bed. There was enough flexibility to bend at his waist, but little else. 
 
“Elll oooh?” Eric attempted to cry out for help, fruitless as it may be, only to discover that his mouth had been gagged. No… not gagged but permanently forced open. He couldn't close his jaw, meaning the only sounds he could make were vowel heavy grunts and moans. Cautiously extending his tongue, he felt a firm circular object had been lodged between his teeth. A ring gag? She won't even grant me the mercy of keeping my mouth shut?!
 
“About time. I want you awake for this spelunking.” Freya spoke as she bent over, reaching between her legs to wipe the moisture from Eric's eyes. She was straddling his legs while her ass hung ominously over his head. “I want you to see this in 4K.” Her voice was teeming with equal parts lasciviousness and contempt for the teen. 
 
Eric blinked several times after her fingers rubbed across His eyes until he was able to see clearly. Straight ahead he saw Freya looking back at him from upside down. A chill ran down his spine as her words registered in his mind and he saw the look on her face – wild, manic eyes, below a cheshire grin. Her eyes gestured for him to look up. 
 
Realizing he was between her legs; Eric slowly tilted his head upward. His neck muscles were aflame with tension as though his body was silently screaming, “don't look up!” But ever obedient, he trained his eyes up her thick cellulite-laden thighs. They were slick with perspiration and another distinct thicker liquid which trailed down in a prominent line. He saw her familiar vagina, the sources of that thicker liquid. Lips puffy, red, and spread apart, dripping with sexual discharge. Was that what I felt? 
 
He looked back at Freya, her eyes still locked on his, silently saying, “Go on.”
 
He continued past her womanhood, when he saw something, he could only imagine from a nightmare. She had spread her ass cheeks as wide as possible – bending forward helped. In those unfathomable depths, her anus was revealed. It was unlike anything Eric could have anticipated. He'd seen enough porn to know that a person's Anus was generally sealed tight unless something was coming in or going out. But to call this gaping would be an understatement. 
 
Deep between her ass cheeks, Eric saw an at least 6 inch wide, brown-tinted hole. The butt-plug training had certainly worked. Upon seeing the horrific orifice, he immediately returned his eyes to Freya's begging her to reconsider with only his expression and an unintelligible “Lleeeezz!”
 
Freya simply watched Eric begging, taking pleasure in his despair. This is what I've been waiting for, she thought, fully aware that Melissa could hear her in the mindscape.  You see that, Melissa? Those tears. That desperation. I want you to watch closely as the hope fades from his eyes. 
 
In response to Eric's pleas, Freya simply uttered, “Welcome home,” squirted a generous amount of lubricant onto his blonde locks, and bent her knees to let her hips drop towards Eric's head, while the lubricant poured over his head and face.
 
Eric squinted his eyes shut and screamed through the ring gag, “Ooooooo,” as Freya's ass descended upon him. terror and disgust eventually forced him to drop his head, anything to avoid this gross fate. 
 
“Hey! You keep your head straight or I swear… you'll be begging for this instead of what I'll do!” Freya gave a believable but empty threat. She planned to do all terrible things to Eric regardless of his compliance. 
 
Nevertheless, Eric did comply and held his head straight, unable to open his lube-coated eyes. He grimaced and whimpered as he felt her weight begin to press into him. The six-inch-wide gap easily expanded to encompass the top of his head. Tears were streaming down Eric's face, clearing some of the viscous lube from his eyes, as he was subjected to this depraved humiliation. He sobbed as the anal ring formed a crown around his forehead and the back of his skull. He knew once she got past that, it was over. 
 
Just then, he felt her ass cheeks begin to press onto his shoulders. She kept dropping her weight, but instead of his head sinking deeper, he only felt his body begin to compress under her crushing weight. The pressure his shoulders found only found relief in his back. Eric screamed as best he could through the gag at the pain of feeling his spine compress, when suddenly his captor seemed to respond to his cries and the pressure relented. 
 
Upon realizing what was happening, Eric released a relieved sigh and chuckle, which was hidden by his gasps for air.  She didn't account for my shoulders. Oh, thank god!  
 
Freya, upon hearing Eric's screams, immediately stopped lowering herself on the teen. As much as she enjoyed abusing the young man, inflicting pain wasn't something Melissa liked and therefore was of little interest to Freya. It didn't take long for her to realize the same thing Eric had – Damn! His shoulders. 
 
However, she was not as easily deterred as he was relieved. Both quickly thinking and moving on her feet, Freya shuffled to Eric’s side while keeping the upper part of his head secured in her anus. The friction she felt while rotating made her knees buckle with pleasure, nearly causing her to collapse. If it feels this good now, I can't wait to feel him squirm inside me, she thought. 
 
Eric opened his eyes once realized his captor’s descent was halted by his shoulder. His vision was largely obscured by the ass and thigh flesh surrounding him and some leftover lube, but he was able to peer down his nose to the floor where saw her feet straddling his body. 
 
The small relief he experienced was suddenly snatched away when he saw the feet begin to shuffle to the right. Accompanying those steps, Eric felt the anal “crown” around his head begin to turn. The rigid rubbery skin brushing across his forehead made him squirm in disgust, as much as his plastic-bound body could. It was only when she stopped moving and her body was perpendicular with his, did Eric realize the hopes his shoulders provided were empty, as her descent resumed, and the anal ring began to crawl over his face. 
 
Freya’s eyes rolled back as she felt each of Eric's facial features slid into her anus. Like a pair of lips, it conformed to each curve, bump, and point of the teen’s unwilling visage. The days of conditioning had made this exercise possible, but not easy. The pressure was intense, as Eric's consistently sized head filled her up so much more than any teardrop shaped butt-plug ever could. 
 
Eric wretched and gagged as the ring spilled over his nose and to his upper lip. More than half of his head was now inside his captor’s anus. Hyperventilating out of sheer terror, Eric mistakenly inhaled through his nose, just as it entered her colon. What followed was not air, but a sulfur and sewage-tinged slime went up Eric's nose and down his throat. Uncertain whether that was excess lubricant or the slime coating lining her digestive tract, Eric's body seized up regardless of the sources. He hadn't suffered it rolling across his tongue, but his olfactory sense was now overwhelmed by the scent that would soon encompass his entire head. Eric wanted to vomit, but all that came up was a dry heave. It had been so long since he'd eaten.
 
Freya laughed boisterously at the teen’s suffering.  With no care for whether this cruelty was warranted, she was driven solely by the impulses and desires seeded by her originator, Melissa. Uncertain and unconcerned with whether he could hear her or not, Freya taunted Eric's plight.  “Ask me if I’ll stop now, you little shit!” 
 
She cackled and then muttered, “Exactly where you belong.” Feeling her cheeks spill over the young man’s shoulders and onto his upper chest, Freya suddenly seized up herself, realizing that her anal ring had reached the boy’s open mouth, just rolling over his top lip. “Lick! Stick your tongue out!” Freya ordered.
 
Unfortunately for Eric, he could still hear her commands and was faced with the horrifying dilemma of whether to willfully obey out of fear of the consequences, or resist and suffer an unknown fate. Eric wished he hadn't heard her, then he wouldn’t have had to make a choice. He questioned what worse she could do to him at this point, but quickly set that aside, as he preferred to keep living. His body already at its limit from the sheer exhaustion of terror-induced adrenaline rushes, Eric trembled as he hesitantly extended his tongue from its relatively safe confines.
 

 
Still trapped within the mindscape, Melissa looked like she’d endured a CIA black site. Her eyes were red with tears, and her nose and mouth were covered in mucus from her relentless sobbing and screams, as her body subjected this relatively innocent young man to inhumane treatment. Worse, Melissa felt each bit of torture her body was imposing, and Freya’s emotions and thoughts behind the actions. 
 
She hated every second of this, but she also hated herself for enjoying the sensations that came with it. She’d orgasmed at least twice since Freya began to insert Eric’s head up her ass. The first, when she turned to adjust for his shoulders. The second when his tongue began to lick her anus from within.
 

 
“Yes... that’s right. Accept that you’re nothing but a toy for my pleasure,” Freya uttered breathily, as she felt Eric’s tongue glide along the rim of her anus.
 
Eric was in hell. Correction: Eric had entered a deeper circle of hell. He’d licked her ass before, suffered her farts at point blank range, but this? This was another level. All of his senses were overwhelmed with this woman’s ass. His eyes burned, even though they were pinched shut, from the incompatible fluids lining her rectum. His nose had already, regrettably, inhaled the slime lining the wall. His ears were muffled only hearing the distant sound of her voice and the pounding of her heart from within. And his mouth? His poor tongue was now dragging across the rubbery rigid surface of her anal ring, tasting directly from the sources the remnant of whatever last exited the dark waste-filled orifice.
 
The trauma of this torture led Eric to begin dissociating from the experience, as though he was having an out-of-body experience. While he compiled with her demand and his senses only knew of her, his mind began to drift and separated from the moment. It was all his brain could do to protect him when his body had no means of defense.
 
Satisfied with his obedience, Freya resumed settling her weight on the boy's head,
 
Eric’s mind was brought back to the moment when he felt the ever so slight increase in pressure indicated she was moving once again. He withdrew his tongue and took a deep breath knowing it could be his last. But his own terror betrayed him. 
 
“Rraaa-” Eric screamed, until his voice was cut off — muffled by the anus rolling past his lips and under his chin. 
 

 
“Inside ME!” 
 
Melissa heard Freya shout from within the mind scape. But it wasn’t a shout, it was a thought, clearly meant just for her to hear. Feeling Eric’s head slip entirely into her body, Melissa renewed her struggle against her bindings, flailing her head and attempting to rock the seat she was restrained to, but she found no sway. The only result was an increasingly reddening skin around her wrist which had been rubbed raw from her struggles, and a shockwave of pleasure up her spine from the sensation of Eric’s head rubbing against her anal erogenous zones. As she let out another muffled scream of rage and despair, her screams suddenly rang out clearly. The muzzle disappeared.
 
Shocked but determined, Melissa took immediate advantage of the opportunity to speak.  “Stop this, please! I’m sorry for taking you for granted!” She was saying whatever she could to try and save Eric, even literally lying to herself.
 
”Shh. Shh. I removed the muzzle because I want to be able to hear you clearly when I do this,” Freya commented cryptically.
 
Feeling defeated by Freya's response, Melissa slumped forward. As she waited, the anxiety grew within her, the worry about how much air Eric had. She could feel him struggle inside her body. He’s suffocating! She lamented.
 
” Please… stop hurting him…” Melissa begged, her voice weak and her head still hanging forward unwilling to look up and see what her body was doing.
 
“Hurting? “ Freya’s voice was incredulous. “I’m not hurting him. He’s a toy. I’m using him… Like this…”
 

 
Eric’s voice was silenced as the anal ring poured over his mouth and past his chin. He felt Freya’s weight on him as her taint landed against his shoulder. I’m all the way inside her ass; he thought, as he heard his and her heartbeats pounding in his head and all around him. The space, if one could call it that, was torturously hot. The nearly 100-degree Fahrenheit human body temperature fully encompassed his head. There was no air to breathe. Eric learned this the hard way, a second time, when by impulse he inhaled through his nose only to have more anal slime pour down his nose and throat like mucus. He was fortunate not to taste or smell the substance due to the absence of air.
 
However, when he attempted to breathe through his forced-open mouth, the rectal walls were simply suctioned into his mouth, eliciting a stomach-turning gag, as Eric tasted for the first time the inside of her rectum. The flesh filled his mouth and coated his tongue, imparting a vile flavor that could only be likened to rotting flesh, sulfur, and raw sewage. It was as if Eric had tasted death itself.
 
Already panicking from the entire ordeal and exhausted from constant bursts of survival-induced adrenaline, Eric began to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. The little movement he had was only to turn his head from side to side, which only smeared whatever substance lining the walls surrounding.
 
“This is it… I’m going to die like this,” were the only thoughts that ran through Eric’s mind, as he resigned to his fate. No amount of struggle would save him, though his body would fight as life drained from him.
 
An undetermined amount of time passed, when Eric felt himself drifting from consciousness. The tears from his tightly closed eyes mixed with the other substances on his head and face, resulting in a sickly slick sensation across his skin. Nevertheless, death's release was close at hand, or so he thought. 
 
Eric’s mouth popped free, and then his nose. The cool air touching his skin was a wholly unexpected moment of refreshment. Eric gulped down life giving oxygen only to realize the double edged sword it was. Now that air had entered his nose and mouth, the vile flavors previously consumed were amplified. Had Eric’s stomach had any contents, they would now be outside of him, as he dry heaved again.  I would rather have stayed inside; Eric thought, but Freya was more than happy to oblige, as she descended on the boy’s head once again sealing him inside up to his neck.
 

 
“No- NNggghh! Stop- Oh, god,” Melissa pleaded through shallow panting breaths with Freya. Torn between indescribable pleasure, shame, and concern for what her body was doing to Eric — with Eric, Melissa begged Freya to stop sliding him in and out of her anus.
 
”This is what you wanted when you bought those butt plugs, isn’t it?!” Freya excitedly asked, taunting Melissa with her own complicity in what was transpiring.
 
”Yes!” Melissa gasped. “But I don’t gasp want this gasp anymore.”
 
”You sure about that? You don’t sound very convincing. I know you can feel him sliding in and out. You can hear his little gasps and gags each time he gets to breathe. His screams each time he goes back in.”
 
Each word Freya spoke, or thought echoed, pushed Melissa close to an inevitable orgasm, whether from her own body currently controlled by Freya or the one in the mindscape. The pleasure was synchronous. Eric, I’m sorry; Melissa thought, ashamed that she created this scenario and that she was still experiencing pleasure from it. I’m cumming!
 

 
Eric lost track of how many times he’d gone in and out of her. His head was being used like a piston. The thought crossed his mind that if this was an interrogation, he would have spilled the beans a long time ago. He wished that giving information was a way to make the suffering stop. Instead, there was no end in sight.  His delirium was growing with each pump.
 
The sound of wet flesh slapping filled the bedroom, as Freya bounced up and down on Eric’s head and shoulders. She remained cognizant to not let herself completely give way, lest she break the boy's neck or crush him, prematurely. She had too many plans for him to be discarded that quickly. Nevertheless, she felt her climax approaching as his little face and ears ran over her erogenous zones repeatedly. 
 
Just as she was reaching the peak of arousal, Freya felt the previously somewhat rigid body under her go limp. Passed out already?! It had already been more than 10 minutes.
 
Not wanting to let her crescendo be lost, Freya clenched her cheeks around Eric’s chest and shoulders and stood up. She grabbed a small chair and quickly sat his unconscious body in it, in hopes that he would remain vertical long enough for her to orgasm.  Now standing almost to her full height, instead of deeply squatting, Freya resumed her bouncing on the boy, each bringing her close to orgasm.
 
Melissa screamed in terror from the mind scape, continuing to wrestle with incongruent feelings and sensations. She had already climaxed moments ago but still felt her physical body’s orgasm growing. But that was only a distraction. She felt that Eric had gone unconscious but was still deep inside her body. He can’t breathe! 
 
“You’re killing him!” Melissa shouted, tears still streaming down her face. She continued to fight against her restraint, the skin now broken and bleeding. 
 
“Shut up!” Freya shouted into the empty bedroom, no longer limiting her conversation to only thoughts. “You nearly killed him twice, hypocritical bitch! I deserve this!”
 
Freya grunted with exertion as she kept sliding the unconscious teen’s head in and out of her anus. Slick sloshing sounds permeated the otherwise room. 
 
Squelch! Squelch! SQUELCH! 
 
Freya’s eyes rolled back and her hands white-knuckle gripped her knees, as her orgasm finally erupted with a mixture of rage and euphoria. Her anal ring contracted, choking the boy. The pleasure pulsed through her midsection and bowels, her cheeks clenching around the now convulsing body between them.
 
Paying no attention to Eric's external spasms, Freya fell forward onto her knees, dragging the limp body from the chair. She finally allowed herself to fall flat on her face, resulting in Eric’s limp form laying between her legs. Panting on the floor, Freya felt pressure bubbling in her lower abdomen. She smiled with the realization and pushed.
 
BBBBBBPppppllllltttt!
 
Adding insult to his undefined injury, Freya released a blast of flatulence past the boy's head lodged deep inside her rectum, resulting in his unconscious body shaking like it had been electrocuted.  Unexpectedly, the next sound to follow was a loud PLOP! The fart had apparently ejected Eric from her rectum.
 
Curious, Freya rolled over to see the aftermath. Eric was lying on his side, his head hanging limply to the floor. His face was coated with thick streaks of green and brown, so much so that she could barely make out his pale skin beneath. With little care for his well-being, Freya gingerly moved and stood up, preparing to take a nap after her deeply satisfying initial foray with her favorite toy.
 
Cough
 
Her attention was grabbed by soft, wet coughs coming from the bedroom floor. Looking down, she saw a small pool of viscous liquid, the same color as the streaks on Eric's face, forming, originating from his mouth. 
 
“Ugh, not on the carpet,” Freya whined as she lightly kicked Eric, rolling him onto his back. Then a thought dawned on Freya. Not on a carpet. Not on the bed.  She quickly grabbed a large sheet of plastic similar to what was on the living room floor days earlier and draped it over the bed. She then tossed Eric's still coughing, barely conscious body onto the bed.
 
Ding dong
 
“Pizza's here.” Freya exclaimed in a sing-song voice.  
 

 
The next morning…
 
Freya ate her fill of a leftover extra cheese and pepperoni pizza, sloppily consuming slice after slice. There were no signs of Eric, as she sat up in the bed with her feet crossed. She felt and heard a loud gurgle deep in her bowels thanks to the cheese and meats she’d been eating since last night and now room temperature leftovers this morning. The corner of Freya’s mouth curled into a sinister grin, looking forward to what was to come. 

She closed her eyes, hoping to focus on the sensation of the bubble in her intestine moving toward its exit.  You feel that don’t you, Melissa; she taunted. When she opened her eyes, she spread her legs to reveal two small still feet, connected to two legs which led to Freya’s massive body. All night long,  Eric was smothered in and out of consciousness below her,  wedged so deeply under her humongous cheeks that not even his knees were visible. Seeing no movement from her captive, Freya swiped at his feet, watching them rock back and forth before coming to a rest at their original position.
 
Freya frowned briefly, with the fleeting thought of already worn him out, permanently. Her frown immediately turned into a grin as she once again felt movement in her intestine. “Time for a wake-up call,” she thought to herself. Freya knew the pizza was going to do some damage to and on the way out of her digestive system, but her brief concern with the coming bowel storm was immediately assuaged as she heard the crinkle of the plastic beneath her.

“Lover boy, it’s time to wake up,” Freya spoke in a sing-song voice to the unconscious teen beneath her. She had no intention of her words reaching him. These statements were to twist the knife at Melissa who created this situation and Freya herself. Growing impatient, however, Freya began to flex her lower abdomen in order to speed up the progress. Like clockwork, a steamy bust of air emanated from her anus, starting with a silent stream which grew to a soft his, escalating to a low rumble, before turning into a full horn blast of flatulence.

Freya’s ether barreled through the exit as she felt the pressure in her belly release. At the same time the little feet between her legs jolted into movement rhythmically kicking and bouncing off of the mattress, adding to the crackling of the plastic sheet to the chorus of fart reeling from Freya.
“There you are!” Freya chucked out loud as she observed Eric’s tantrumming legs between her own. “I thought I might have lost you.” 

Eric was tormented by the blast on his face. Going from the state of unconsciousness to the hot, oppressive, gaseous environment was an unimaginable horror. Gagging on the fetid miasma, Eric whimpered at the realization that he was still captive, his head and face deep within the ass cheeks of a giant woman bent on using and abusing him. He’d completely lost track of how long he'd been beneath her girth, as it was all he'd known since losing consciousness in her bowels. 

Despite the current horror, in the quiet moments though he was still face deep in her ass, Eric reflected on his plight. Since he lost his virginity, his captor had been so much crueler and unrelenting than before. While it was easy for him to attribute this change to her simply being evil, it was nearly impossible for him to dismiss what started to feel like a genuine connection. 

What happened to you? 

Eric’s introspection from below was ended when he heard another deeper rumble above him. Much to his surprise, she rolled off of him instead of farting in his face once more. Eric gulped down the fresh air, keeping his eyes closed – too scared to face her and risk prompting her to end this reprieve. 

“So, this pizza is really doing a number on me, but I realized you must not have eaten in quite a while. Sorry about that.,” Freya spoke in a way that was both suspicious but sincere, adding to Eric's constant state of unease. Opening his eyes, he looked at her quizzically with bloodshot eyes, still stinging from his time as her butt plug. She hadn’t granted him any aftercare like before. Instead, he was left to linger with the stench of her previous exploits.

“Are you hungry?” She pressed him.

Eric could smell the lingering scent of pizza over the dried bowel fluid on his face. I am hungry. He softly hesitantly nodded his head. Unwilling to open his mouth to speak after the ring gag had forced it open.

“Here you go.” She turned away from him to grab a pizza box. While she did, Eric sat up slightly. When she turned back with a closed box in hand, Eric extended his now free arm to grab a slice, waiting for her to open the box. When she did, Eric was perplexed. The box was empty.

“Oh, what’s this? I must have eaten it all,” Freya feigned ignorance.

Eric’s face scrunched in confusion and disappointment. He was really looking forward to that, even if it was cold.

“Ah, you know what? You can have my leftovers.”

Eric's expression was even more confused than before. What leftovers? The box is empty. As if right on time, his stomach grumbled.

“Oh, yeah! I think you’ll enjoy this,” Freya’s voice immediately turned sinister as she reached out to grab Eric by his filthy t-shirt, soaked with dried sweat, sexual discharge and anal fluid, and pulled him close so her mouth was right against his ear, and whispered, “I told you I’d bury you.”

Extending her arm so she could see his expression while she was wearing a sick grin, Eric’s face went ghostly white as he realized what she meant. 

“No… please… I'll do anything you want,” He pleaded for mercy.

“Good, because I want to shit on you!”

Eric’s mind went into overdrive. That's not teasing and she’s not joking. His body quickened. No matter what, he had to get away. Resisting his impulse to freeze, to cry, to break down in despair, Eric’s body jolted into action.

It meant nothing.

Freya grabbed him by the back of the neck and lifted him off the bed, like grabbing a puppy by the scruff of the neck. Eric struggled and flailed his arms, screaming protests as she carried him to the bathroom, but that did little to slow her advance. She carelessly dropped him to the floor in front of the plexiglass box.

Wincing in pain, Eric tried to ignore the impact and scramble to his feet – he still had fight still in him, but he was met with the immovable force of Freya’s foot on his chest, pinning him in place.

“Nooooo,” Eric whined as his hopes for escape diminished with each passing moment. 

Appearing to exert no effort at all in controlling his small frame, Freya lifted the guillotine like front plate of the box and slid Eric into place. She replaced the plate, sliding it back down over Eric's neck, the rubber seal around the neck hole pressing firmly into his neck, creating a liquid tight seal.

Eric felt his neck compressed by the seal. He could still breathe, but the pressure was not insignificant, feeling like a noose had just tightened around his neck. Despite his head already being in the box, Eric continued to fight. This time he wouldn't go down easily or so he believed. His attempts to flail his arms to prevent his wrists from being locked in place like with the smother box, were met with a swift stomp on his midsection, knocking the air out of him. Left wheezing on the floor, Freya easily dispatched the rest of his prone form, securing his wrists to the box and cuffing his ankles to two 50 lb. barbells from her basement that she brought up while she was unconscious.

“That’s more like it.” Freya surveyed her handiwork, satisfied as the small young man lay vulnerable on her bathroom floor.

“Please don’t do this,” Eric begged. “I refuse to believe that you hate me enough to do this. This isn’t the real you!”

“The real me?!” Freya was incensed. Perceptive alright. “The real me bought this just for you. The real me took your shit at the mall.  And the real me is going to give you that shit right back!” Freya leaned down over to hold where Eric's tear-filled face expressed terror and despair. Emphasizing every word, “The real me wants to do this to you. I hope you’re hungry.”

Freya turned around, dropped her shorts, and sat on the box, leaving Eric inches away from a very familiar anus.
 

 
Melissa watched helplessly as Eric was woman-handled by her Freya controlled body. She no longer had the fight in her to protest. Her voice was hoarse from screaming and lips were dry and chapped from the salty tears. She didn’t understand the space she was in. 

Do I need to eat or drink? What does it mean if I injure myself, looking down at her rope burned wrists. Can I die here? Can I kill her?

These questions permeated her mind as she faced the reality of possibly never leaving this place and being forced to watch the young man she took captive be used how she planned. She wasn't feeling jealousy, but the deepest of shame. Forced to watch play out, what she planned to do was a fitting punishment for her, she thought, but not for Eric. He didn’t deserve that.

Alone with her and Freya's thoughts, Melissa let her mind wander, thinking about everything that had occurred and how she was projecting unresolved traumas onto Eric. Then she was snapped back to reality as she felt her body’s stomach gurgle and pressure on her anus.

“No… Eric, no. I’m so sorry” she whispered, her eyes filled with tears, knowing the threat that she previously terrorized him with was about to become reality.
 


Eric's heart pounded in his head as Freya sat only inches above him ready to unleash her bowels on his face. “Please, I’m begging you don’t make me eat that!”

Freya was elated, as she felt movement within her lower digestive tract. At any moment she would unleash days’ worth of waste on her unwilling victim. The thought alone gave her any idea to add to his terror. “Hey, toilet! Can you believe that I haven't pooped since I started with the butt plugs like almost 4 days ago? It’s going to be so much. Ha ha ha!” She cackled, as Eric whimpered in response.

“You shouldn’t make him eat it. Prolong his suffering by building up to that.”  Melissa’s voice chimed in Freya's head similar to how she had for Melissa originally.

Freya didn’t expect to hear that kind of response from her. She expected more whining and begging to save her boy toy, but not good insight on how to maximize Eric’s suffering.

“Just savor burying him this time. You can make him eat it later.”

I really do want to bury him in it. But then he'd be forced to eat to survive, anyway. What do you suggest? Freya thought, now in full mental conversation with Melissa.

“Give him the straw from my big cup. He’ll be able to breathe, but if he messes up, then whatever happens happens.” Melissa suggested.

“That’s brilliant. I’m glad you’ve finally come around,” Freya stated out loud with no concern whether Eric heard her or not.

This time not speaking out loud so Freya could hear her as a thought, Melissa meditated silently. I’m sorry, Eric. That’s the best I could do to save you. For now.
 

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“Open your mouth!” Freya instructed, as Eric sealed his eyes and lips in fear of what was to come. He had no idea she wasn’t sitting and had a 16-inch straw in her hand. “Fine, don’t complain to me when you can’t breathe under my shit.”

Eric immediately opened his eyes to see what she was talking about. “Wait!” he shouted when he saw the straw just before it left his line of sight.

“You’re lucky.” Freya stuffed the straw in Eric’s mouth and sat back down on the box, the tip of the straw just inches over the surface of the seat, wretched between the opening and Freya’s crotch.
Now that all the pieces were in place, Freya sat at the height of anticipation, and beneath her Eric waited in terror for the floodgates to open. He watched the wrinkled rosebud pulse and flex until…

Ppplllbbtt!

A noxious blast of spoiled meat and dairy tinged air slapped Eric in the face. With his lips tightly pursed around the straw, he tried to breathe through his mouth to avoid the smell, but Freya, a stickler for his suffering, placed her finger on the end of the straw, preventing him from inhaling that way.

“Mmmmmm!” Eric moaned from within the box as he was forced to breathe in the rank smell.

“That's just the appetizer. Ha!” Freya replied to his cries. Just then Freya felt intense pressure within. Here it comes. Freya relaxed her bladder, releasing a stream of hot urine onto the boy's face.

Eric gagged at the scent without opening his mouth, desperately trying to hold on to his lifeline.  His throat strained from interrupting its natural reaction. He took several short breaths before he began to sputter through his nose as the flow continued to hit his face.  His eyes burned  at the bitter waste, unable to close them before the stream assaulted him. 

Forcing himself to look up through the stinging he could partially make out her anus distending toward him, signaling an imminent breach. He mustered any of his remaining strength and fought against his bonds, but to no avail. Terror filled his eyes as he heard Freya grunting above him, her anus crowning a massive log of shit which began to slowly reach down to his face, while still connected to her. “MMMmmmm!” he wanted to scream but kept his mouth sealed, as the sticky stinky turd touched his nose and began to curl in a pile above his nose and mouth. 

As if it was the cork on the bottle, when the initial log disconnected and fell to Eric’s face, a veritable mudslide of shit poured out onto the boy’s face. Sounding like cement pouring, Freya’s shit piled up on and spilled over the poor boy without ceasing, rapidly filling the box up to his ears. She sighed at the release. “Finally.”

Eric’s nostrils burned as he hyperventilated through his nose, with the straw still plugged. The freshly released waste on his face immediately obscured his features, but his forceful exhales kept his nostrils clear. In abject despair, Eric could feel the gritty mud like waste climbing up his head submerging him. The initial wave reached his ears, then his cheeks. He took a deep gag inducing breath before his nose was submerged. And then… nothing. 

The flow had stopped. Unable to open his eyes with feces covering them, Eric could only wait to be set free. She will set me free right? 

Thanks to the straw he was slightly less worried about drowning, but since he was yet to take a breath through it, a nagging sense of foreboding remained. Swaying his head side to side, all Eric could hear was the thick sloshing of the feces mixed with urine. The only senses he had were taste and smell, and he did not want to depend on them right now.

If he could hear, he might have taken a deep breath after the next massive flatulence Freya released above him, which served as a prelude to the next bigger wave of waste. Instead, Eric was caught by surprise as an almost purely liquid diarrhea began to pour out onto his face, completely clogging his nostrils. Nearly instantly, his remaining features were obscured by the brownish-green sludge rapidly flowing from above. His only option to breathe was Freya’s mercy or worse, spitting out the straw and eating his way to air, if possible. Thanks to the rapid release, Eric could no longer tell how high the shit had risen around him, but the pressure building in the space made it evident that he was fully submerged. 

Freya enjoyed listening to the heavy splashing below resonate deeper and thicker – a sign that she was really burying him. Almost having an out of body experience, she suddenly yelped and clinched her anus shut when she felt the peak of the pile of shit forming on the boy's face touch her butt cheek. She rose off the seat to see that her waste had filled the entire box up and was now threatening to overflow the box. She also noticed his wriggling body on the floor, only his midsection was moving. Then she suddenly realized that her finger was still plugging the straw. She released the straw, peaking just inches over the poop's surface, and waddled forward a couple of steps, to resume her release on the boy's neck and chest until she was fully empty.

Freya stood up and wiped, leaving the boy writhing on the floor, his head fully submerged in a box of shit and his upper body painted with the same. As she washed her hands, a message pinged on her phone, seemingly synchronized with her doorbell ringing.
 
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“Congratulations. Your package has been delivered. Please carefully read the instructions and thank you for shopping with BIG Kink.”

A sudden surge of excitement flowed through her. The shrinking solution had arrived. Before bolting to the front door like a kid on Christmas, Freya broke off a piece of toilet paper and placed it on the straw. She waited several beats before seeing the paper lightly lifted into the air, as a sign he was breathing. She turned off the light and closed the door, leaving Eric to suffer and stew until her return.


PART 10 – A Toy’s Story

“Thank you for purchasing BIG Kink’s revolutionary Size Manipulation and Anatomical Longevity solution, also known as SMAL. This solution is guaranteed to provide you and your partner(s) with a safe and novel erotic experience, as you explore each other's bodies from a never-before-seen perspective. 
 
For the safety of users and in accordance with government regulations, you have been provided with the maximum of three doses of SMAL. Each dose will last no more than 8 hours and can be administered all at once for a continuous period of size manipulation of 24 hours. 
 
According to the information you provided in your original order, the SMAL user will be reduced to a height of one (1) foot tall. If the information you provided was inaccurate or has changed since your order, the potency of the solution will vary accordingly. 
 
Please allow for up to three hours for SMAL to fully take effect and to return to original size once the dose has been exhausted. 
 
The “Anatomical Longevity” portion of SMAL refers to the increased hardiness of users. Bone, skin, and muscle density will increase due to shrinkage, resulting in an exponentially greater physical resilience and much safer experience compared to competitors’ products. Additionally, respiratory functioning is much more versatile. Depending on terminal size, users can breathe smaller molecules of oxygen, meaning users can breathe where air is limited, including underwater, for brief periods of time. 
 
Users, however, are not indestructible. Please refrain from activities that could lead to significant harm. BIG Kink is not responsible for misuse or accidents while using SMAL. In the event of a medical emergency please call 911 and then our 24-hour medical consultant. If Size Manipulation lasts longer than 30 minutes after the estimated time of efficacy, please call 911 and then our 24-hour medical consultant.
 
Please enjoy your erotic experience using SMAL and thank you for choosing BIG Kink for all your size related erotica needs.”
 



 
Freya stared at the letter with a dumbfounded expression. This stuff is serious. Like Melissa, Freya had a strong suspicion that the shrinking solution was a gag purchase, but after reading the document and examining the three auto-injectors filled with a light blue liquid, along with their additional instructions, she was starting to believe it was legit. Having just experienced one of her most depraved fantasies, Freya's thoughts were already running wild with torturous ideas for her would-be shrunken boy toy. The very thought of shoving his entire body in places where only his head or mouth had gone had Freya instinctively rubbing her crotch with sexual hunger. 
 
Returning to her bathroom with excitement  to try things out, she had nearly forgotten the state she had left Eric in. She gagged as she entered the room. The smell of unflushed digestive waste permeated the space. As disgusting as it was, the fact that Eric's entire head was under the source of the stench drove her wild. 
 
Plugging her nose, she walked over to Eric's unmoving body. He was so still, and his midsection was obscured by her dump that Freya wasn't sure if he was still alive and breathing. She tested the straw’s functionality with another piece of toilet paper. Sure enough, it was softly lifted into the air by his exhale. Sighing with a bit of relief, Freya now wondered how she was going to get him out of there without making a bigger mess on her bathroom floor than there already was. Then she had a different thought, and a cruel smirk grew across her face. 
 
“Don't do it.” Melissa calmly instructed from the mindscape, fully aware of what Freya was thinking.
 
“I'm not making him eat it. Just giving him a little scare.”
 
“Please… don’t.” Melissa plead, dropping her seemingly cooperative facade to beg on Eric's behalf.
 
“Ha! I knew it.” Freya shouted. “You're still trying to protect him. You still don't accept that he's just a toy for me to play with. But you'll see soon that I'm more right than you could ever imagine.”
 
Melissa had no response, though she thought the statement was dumb. She was aware of everything Freya was thinking. There were no surprises. Unless her goal is just to torture me with worry. Dammit!
 
Freya lightly nudged Eric's ribs with her foot to elicit a reaction. In response a barely audible moan was heard deep under the likely gallons of her waste in the box. Grinning with sinister intentions, Melissa reached down and pinched the straw, causing Eric to start squirming. The surface of the poop began to ripple like Jell-O. Then she pulled the straw up and out of the box entirely, looking like it was dipped in a dark chocolate milkshake. 
 
Eric immediately began to writhe aggressively with his only lifeline removed. He'd done his best to remain calm and avoid breathing too rapidly so he wouldn't pass out. He didn't want to risk losing control and the straw slipping from his mouth. But he didn't imagine that she would simply take it away, condemning him to drowning in shit. 
 
Eric's lungs began to burn from lack of air almost instantly. He hadn't the chance to take a proper deep breath before his lips pinched shut with the removal of the straw. This really is it. I'm going to die in… in… 
 
Eric couldn't bring himself to finish the thought. If he could,  he would be sobbing, grieving his life cut short in the worst way imaginable. Gripped with despair, Eric knew it was only a matter of time before he couldn't hold out any longer and his body,  desperate for air, would force him to inhale the waste surrounding his head. The taste of his captor’s feces would be the last thing he experienced before dying. 
 
Then, just as he felt his lungs reach their limit and he was losing control of holding his breath, he felt his entire body rising off the ground and placed back down. His confusion didn't stop his need to breathe. His jaw trembled trying to resist opening at his lungs’ beckoning. Then as he felt his will failing, unable to hold any longer, Eric opened his mouth.
 
Like a divine intervention, just before he inhaled, Eric felt the weight of the mud-like substance surrounding his head start to flow away from his face and to under his body.  His involuntary inhale drew in some of the fecal remnant, but he was so desperate for air that he could scarcely notice. Instead, he gulped down mouthfuls of air while exhaling and sputtering trying to minimize the amount of shit he got in his mouth, just grateful not to have it filling his lungs to death. 
 
Freya watched her waste flow out from the box and into the bathtub she'd placed Eric in like a mudslide. Before it spread too far, she quickly unbound his hands from the box and slid it from under his head. Starting the shower while the boy writhed on the tub floor, she gave the box a cursory rinse, clearing all visible evidence, and left the bathroom. The box would get a proper bleaching later. 
 
Eric was emotionally overwhelmed with relief as the warm water rained down on him, grateful that he wasn't drowning, and his head was no longer buried in waste. At the same time the ceaseless trauma he'd experienced was taking its toll. He turned onto his side under the shower and began to sob uncontrollably between dry heaves. I don't want to die, he thought, but I can't take this anymore. 
 
Finally able to open his eyes, his level of disgust reached a new height. He observed the fecal matter surrounding his body pouring toward the drain and saw how it stuck to his skin and clothes. It was then that he fully understood that his captor's cruelty knew no limits. Unable to think or do much else, he rolled onto his stomach and let the water soothe him. 
 
Pppsssshhht!
 
“Ow!” Eric squealed from under the spray at the bottom of the tub. Uncertain how long he'd been there, he quietly grieved his stolen future, until he felt a prick on his suddenly exposed buttocks followed by the sound of air pressure releasing. Looking back and up, he saw his captor standing above the tub with three auto-injectors in her hand. Realizing she’d just used them on him, Eric's hoarse, weak voice asked, filled with panic, “What did you just do to me?!”
 
She didn't respond. She only looked down upon  him with anticipation and a sinister smirk. 
 
“What did you just d-” Eric couldn't finish his question. As sudden, undeniable drowsiness took him. His final thought before losing consciousness was of his parents. Mom… Dad… save me. 
 



 
Eric's eyes opened as his body jolted awake. He was lying in bed. This ceiling. He turned to the side. These walls! He sat up to look at the bed. My bed. 
 
“I'M HOME!” he shouted with joy and relief. 
 
He looked down and saw he was wearing the same clothes from when he was at the mall. Quietly speaking to himself, he asked, “Was that all just a dream,  err, a nightmare?!” 
 
He swung his legs over the bed and prepared to stand up when he heard a massive creaking sound. It was coming from every direction. Freezing in place, Eric listened for the sounds, hoping to pinpoint its source, but the next time it rang out, it was even louder and just as surrounding. Then unbelievably, all four walls of his bedroom began to bow inward. Looking up to see if the ceiling was collapsing, Eric was even more confused as the ceiling showed no change at all. 
 
Then another massive creaking sound rang out, followed by the sounds of splintering wood.
 
BOOM! 
 
The walls exploded inward. Eric closed His eyes and covered his head to protect himself but was surprised when he felt no impact and no pain. Cautiously peeking through his arms, he saw the room was covered in a cloud of dust.  As the smoke cleared, Eric noticed that all of his furniture was gone. Then, he saw it – them. The walls of his bedroom were replaced by 4 pairs of pale wall-sized butt cheeks. And they were closing in. 
 
Like a trap in a dungeon, the asses slowly, methodically pushed in toward him.  With nowhere to run, Eric ran directly into one of the asses, hoping to climb over and out, but the skin was slick with perspiration. Tumbling back to the floor, Eric tried to crawl away from the cheeks, only to find himself backing into another set. They're going to crush me!
 
Eric stood up. Anything to prolong survival, but the asses were relentless. They pressed him from every side. The softness of the flesh did nothing to relieve the insurmountable pressure, as the cheeks made contact with one another around his body. Eric screamed as his bones felt like they were being compacted. Then, as the asses blotted out the light and threatened to grind him into paste, Eric lost consciousness. 
 



 
Eric woke up with a gasp. Lying face down on a bed, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, still panicked from his apparent dream. Opening his eyes, he saw a large strangely shaped object next to him. Like a giant Hershey's Kiss that had been stretched slightly, it seemed so familiar. It can't be. It's almost the same size as me; he thought.  Then he inhaled. 
 
The smell struck his nose with such intensity and familiarity. It smelled just like where his head had been recently – up his captor’s ass and buried in her waste. Why does a giant kiss-like thing smell like it was up her ass; Eric wondered. 
 
“Figure it out yet?” A booming, but terrifyingly recognizable voice rang out from behind. Above me? The voice seemed all encompassing.
 
Finally looking behind him, Eric couldn't believe what he was seeing. His giant captor was standing over him like a skyscraper, smiling with unbridled glee. What?! How is this possible? He immediately turned over and started crawling backwards. That's when he noticed that he was completely naked. 
 
Torn between fleeing and covering himself, Eric froze in Place. Terror gripped him like never before. This isn't real! How can I survive this? With no other options, as his mind began to break, Eric simply screamed. With each full exhale, he screamed again, and again, and again. 
 
“Ahhhh! Aaaaah! Aaahhh!”
 
“Oh, that's enough of that,” Freya spoke, annoyed with Eric’s meltdown, revealing a roll of medical tape. She grabbed Eric's now 1-foot-tall struggling body and proceeded to bind him with the tape. She wrapped it around his ankles, then bound his arms together with his hands in front of his body, then wrapped another piece around his chest and upper arms. 
 
Still screaming hysterically, Freya finally silenced Eric by taping his mouth shut. Yet his muffled screams persisted through the tape. 
 
Still holding his wiggling, albeit limited, body in hand, Freya sighed with annoyance. 
 
“What else did you expect? This is terrifying!” Melissa finally broke her long silence from the mindscape. 
 
What did I expect?! Freya thought. What did you expect?! You ordered this stuff.
 
The two personalities bickered in Melissa's mind, while Eric screamed himself to exhaustion and passed out in her hand. 
 



 
In the mindscape, Melissa observed Eric’s shrunken form being held in Freya's left hand. Though bound and passed out, Melissa's heart stirred at the sight of him. So adorable, she thought, desperately wanting to reach out and pet him. 
 
At that moment, Freya raised her right hand to- 
 
“Huh? What was I doing,” Freya questioned, as her hand reached out to Eric's head, oblivious to the fact that Melissa made that movement happen. How could she know? The only time Freya had controlled Melissa's body previously was when Melissa was unconscious. She had no reason to suspect the same could happen while she herself was conscious.  Instead, she proceeded to push Eric's limp head, confirming he was out. 
 
Melissa couldn't believe it. She moved the hand. And Freya didn't know that it was her. This changes everything. There was a chance to take back her body – to save Eric, if she could make it before irreparable harm was inflicted upon him.
 
Placing Eric’s sleeping, bound, and shrunken form back on the bed next to the butt plug, Freya admired her handiwork. At this size, I could leave the house with him hidden and no one would know, she thought. As she considered the possibility of leaving home for the first time in a week, Freya started plotting out her day – where to go, what to buy, and where to keep Eric. 
 
“Only 24 hours. Let's make it count,” she quietly spoke to herself, her thoughts filled with ideas of how she would use Eric at his current size and what to do with him when returned to normal. 
 



 
Eric woke up to find himself next to the unfathomably large butt plug once again. Just as he was returning to consciousness, Freya exited the bathroom, naked as the day she was born, having just taken a shower. Upon seeing her, Eric's pulse quickened in his chest and his breaths became shallow, struck with pure terror at the literal giant. 
 
Still bound by medical tape, Eric Could do little but roll side to side and moan, but even those little efforts were eliminated as he remained frozen in fear. 
 
“Hey there, little guy,” Freya spoke nonchalantly, as she approached the bed and Eric, with her pudgy belly wobbling  under her massive free hanging breasts. Her skin still glistened from the steamy shower. “Big news: We're going out today!”
 
Eric watched her every movement and hung on every word, as he looked on with desperation in his eyes, silently – fruitlessly pleading for mercy. Even in the midst of his terror, his hormonal response to her naked form was still active. He tried his best to cover his stiffening manhood with his bound hands, with some success, but not enough to go unnoticed. 
 
“Oh… would you look at that? After all you've been through, I still do it for you, eh, lover boy?” Freya teased from above, waving her arms over her body. 
 
Eric’s face and upper body glowed with a scarlet hue as his embarrassment drained blood from the rest of his body, including his crotch.
 
“Oop?! I guess not,” Freya commented upon seeing Eric’s miniscule manhood shrivel. “Anyway, let's get you situated.”
 
Freya pulled out a sundress from her closet and her undergarments from the dresser. She laid her panties next to Eric. 
 
“Take a good look at your Home for the next few hours.”
 
Eric turned his head to look at the tarp-like underwear before turning his head away, his moans muffled as the tears welled in his eyes. Eric’s sobs were interrupted by a sudden firm grip on his ankles. Lifted into the air upside down, Eric felt his stomach lurch at the disorienting movement. 
 
“Heads or Tails?” Freya spoke to the dangling teen as though he wasn't filled with unrelenting terror and the size of a doll.
 
“Mmmmmffff,” Eric screamed through the tape – his only possible response. 
 
“Oh, duh. You don't need to call it. I'm just using it to decide.” Freya flipped the coin in her opposite hand and caught it. 
 
Uncertain what her meaning was, Eric watched her with anticipation. Seeing her open her hand where he had a clear line of sight, the coin was revealed. 
 
“Oooh! Heads it is. In case you were wondering, that decides where you'll be when we leave versus when we come back. So down you go!” 
 
With a swift motion, Freya pulled open the front of her panties, and dropped Eric in, headfirst. She shivered with excitement as she felt his little body slide across her fupa, and his head reached the bottom of the panty gusset. 
 
Eric's muffled screams were muted further as his face slid against Freya’s freshly cleaned skin. The friction was discomforting, but served to force the tape across his mouth to his down to his chin. As he prepared to inhale from his mouth for the first time since he'd been taped shut, Eric reached the bottom of the panties, and his face met his captor's open sex. 
 
“Ggggglllbbbtt!” Eric choked and sputtered as her womanly juices entered his unsuspecting mouth. She's already so wet, he lamented, realizing what had just happened. 
 
“OH!” Freya’s knees Buckled and her eyes rolled back, as she enjoyed the sensation of the miniaturized teen’s entire head and upper body coming into contact with her sex. Oh, this is going to be so good, she thought. Thanks, Melissa. Freya Let The band of her underwear snap shut, only to discover that Eric's legs extended past the waistband.  “Well, that's no good.”
 
Freya withdrew Eric from her crotch, savoring his body dragging across her sensitive parts, and brought Him to her face. 
 
He sputtered and coughed before freezing in place at the sight of the billboard sized face. Eric had no clue how or what he could say or do to make her abuse relent. willing to attempt anything to spare him, he began to profusely apologize. “I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I can't take this anymore.”
 
Freya could barely make out his words which sounded more like squeaks than speech, but she got the gist. His desperation only added to her arousal. Ignoring his petition for mercy, Freya simply informed Eric of what was next. “So, you don't quite fit down the front.” 
 
Eric froze at her booming voice as her warm, faintly minty breath washed over him. 
 
“But don't worry,” she continued. “The coin toss still stands. Tails will still be reserved for the way home. Just gonna make a quick adjustment.”
 
Using one hand and wiggling her hips, she dropped her panties to her mid-Thigh. “I'll give you a choice, since you're going back down. Tape or no tape?”
 
Confused, Eric didn't reply to the question.  his body, still hanging upside Down, just trembled with fear as his face reddened with the blood rushing downward. 
 
“Tape or no tape… around your mouth?” Freya was becoming Annoyed at his continued lack of response  
 
The second time she said it; Eric registered her words. He hated when she did this – giving him options to his own suffering. Nevertheless, he considered her offer. Given his fear of suffocation, the Choice was easy. I want to breathe, he thought. “No tape!” 
 
“Very well. Then I expect your mouth to work.”
 
Before he could fully register what she had said, Eric was placed on his back in the panty gusset, with his legs curving up the rear. The fabric was tugged upward, leaving Eric feeling like he'd Been launched from a catapult. The disorienting sensations were all dismissed, as Eric locked his eyes on his rapidly approaching destination.
 
Glistening and gaping with anticipatory arousal, Eric's captor's womanhood looked ready and big enough to swallow him whole.
 
Squelch! 
 
With a sickeningly wet impact, Eric found himself slamming into his captor's waiting vagina. His head, face and chest were instantly soaked in her juices. Eric sputtered and coughed in the darkness of her crotch, as he felt the pressure behind him press him further into her womanly flesh. She was still pulling up her panties. He felt his legs tilting above his hips and squeezed, as they slid between the bottom of her butt cheeks. 
 
For all the times, Eric had been bound and restricted, this somehow was the most terrifying. Aside from the tape, it was her body that kept him immobile. Eric was already confined between her panties and pussy, but his little resistance was swiftly blotted out as she closed her legs, completely swallowing the shrunken man into her flesh as her chubby thighs were pressing him upwards.
 
Eric tried to struggle against the flesh and fabric, but his turning side to side only caused more of womanly nectar to coat His body, as he fed her arousal. Rather than continue to fight, Eric tried to desperately engage His rational mind and think of a way to survive this, in his mind, life threatening scenario. 
 
All around him was soft, yielding and slick womanly flesh, except by his head. It's firm – firmer than the rest: he thought. The clit! 
 
Eric had been well trained over the last week. He was growing as familiar with his captor's sex as he was his own body. 
 
What did she say? ‘Put my mouth to work?’
 
Eric knew his chances of survival were contingent on obedience, and fortunately the thought of orally pleasuring his captor was neither novel nor unusual at this point. Taking short steady breaths to calm himself and adjust to the limited, humid, sex-laden air surrounding him, Eric prepared himself mentally. I have to survive. I can't die like this. 
 
Unable to see what he was doing; Eric opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the cantaloupe sized nub of flesh before him and sucked. 
 



 
Still bound in the mindscape, Melissa's legs shook uncontrollably as she felt the little man's mouth on her body’s clitoris. It was a sensation unlike anything she'd ever experienced. 
 
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” She screamed with vibrato to her voice, unable to maintain silence or contain her pleasure. 
 
She couldn't understand why Freya wasn't having the same reaction. She has to be feeling the same thing, right? Or is it my connection to him that makes this so powerful? Melissa wondered these as Friday continued to get dressed, while Eric lapped away at her most sensitive parts. 
 
Melissa groaned with pleasure, already on the brink of orgasm. Prior to this she'd been deeply focused on figuring out How to take back her body. She had been practicing benign movements while Freya went about her preparations for Eric. A toe tap here. A finger twitch there. Seemingly unconscious movement that everyone does without thinking. But now her training was completely derailed. 
 
All Melissa could think about was pressing his little Body into her and helping him along with bringing her to climax. 
 



 
Freya was elevated with this turn of events. With little delay after practically swallowing Her toy Between her legs, did he start sucking on her clit like a nursing infant on a nipple. Pulling up her jeans to further compress and confine Eric, she felt her hand begin to slide across her pelvis and to her crotch. She stopped herself, when she noticed the seeming unconscious movement, but then thought, “Why not?”
 
Freya dragged her hand over her panties, eventually cupping her crotch and young man pinned against it. She felt around until found his shoulders and pushed him so that his head was no longer at her clit but below her vaginal opening. Freya grinned with satisfaction when she thought back to the instructions that came with the SMAL Solution. “Take a deep breath,” she whispered breathily, and pushed Eric's head and torso into her pussy.
 
Wracked with pleasure and guilt, Melissa screamed madly as she felt Eric enter her body.  She was torn between the pure ecstasy of feeling his head and shoulders slip inside her moist cavern, and guilt that her strong desire to draw him into her had moved her body’s hand into position, which Freya ran with on her own. I'm sorry, Eric, she thought as her legs continued to tremble and she white-knuckle gripped the arms rests she was bound to, an explosive orgasm building within.
 
Eric sucked gently on the massive firm fleshy nub, immediately noticing a response from above, as his body became increasingly drenched in the womanly discharge. Despite his captive circumstances, he couldn't help but take some pride in his burgeoning oral talent.  With his eyes closed and his breathing steady and calm, he thought it best to focus on his task and set aside his anxiety. I can make it through this, he repeated in his head. 
 
As Eric found his rhythm and began to lose himself in his task, he felt a sudden bump by what felt like a log on his head. The object began snaking around him, seemingly probing. Then, another one. Both “logs” eventually found his shoulders and began to exert pressure. Fingers, Eric concluded, as his body began to move further under the woman's sex. No longer under her clit, Eric was still in darkness, but he could sense space in front of him. This separation was short lived as he felt the finger move under him and press him upwards. 
 
Ppllllbbt! 
 
Eric sputtered and gagged as his head and upper body Were forced into the moist fleshy vagina. The pressure was familiar as Eric had recently experienced his head making a similar journey inside his giantess captor, but somehow this was exponentially more terrifying, as not only his head but body last his shoulders had entered her. 
 
Without the free use of his arms, Eric was at a loss of how to resist this. I'm going to drown in here! The vaginal walls contracted around him, threatening to pull him in further like a hungry python. 
 
Eric hadn't taken a breath since Being shoved in, but his lung capacity was waning. The walls contracted again, and he could feel them grip him on his stomach. It's eating me! He screamed internally, as the terrifying reality set in. 
 
Another contraction. His hands and waist were sucked in. Another. Hips and crotch. Another. His thighs. 
 
Unable to hold on any longer, Eric exhaled with a guttural scream that was immediately muffled by the suffocating flesh. Thinking this was the end, Eric let his body’s natural reactions continue, expecting to inhale a deluge of feminine juices and drown. Much to his surprise, Eric simply inhaled air.   No. That was liquid. But I can breathe. I don't understand. 
 
Thanks to his size and side effects of the SMAL, his body was able to process the oxygen in liquids like amniotic fluid. His lung filled with pussy juice, but he wasn't drowning. 
 
Eric’s mind reeled. He was thigh deep in pussy. Squeezed on all sides. Lungs filled with sexual discharge and yet, alive. I can't. It's too much. The stress and fear of impending death had taken its toll on the teen and despite his fear of never waking again, he let the exhaustion take him and passed out. 
 



 
Melissa's entire body writhed as she felt Eric's body be consumed inch by inch. Grunting and groaning with orgasmic energy, she desperately wanted to touch herself. Her regret for his plight would need to wait. I just need two fingers, she desperately yearned. 
 
As the thought coalesced with her will, the strap binding her arm faded away. Giving no second thought, Melissa immediately dove her hand to her crotch and imagined her fingers were Eric's tiny form pumping in and out, until she reached an earth-shattering orgasm. 
 
Panting in the afterglow, with her head hanging forward, Melissa opened her eyes to see her hand still down the front of her shorts. My hand… is free. She pulled her hand from her crotch and stared at the strings of discharge between her freely moving fingers. I can set myself free. I can save him. 
 



Freya felt Eric’s struggles cease as she parked her vehicle. Still feeling heightened arousal from his prior struggles, she hiked her sundress up to her stomach and reached into her panties to grip his unresponsive body at his thighs. “Not gonna waste this before I head in,” Freya muttered, as she withdrew Eric several inches, before plunging his unconscious form back into the depths of her pussy. For next few minutes, the only sounds in the vehicle were her panting of pleasure and the wet sloshing as she plunged the teen in and out of her sopping womanhood, never fully withdrawing him. 


“Oh god, yes!” She screamed as she felt her vaginal muscles contract around the boy and her hand was soaked in her orgasmic discharge. Taking several seconds to calm her breathing, she felt her vaginal muscles begin to relax around his body and naturally expel him. 

“Oh, no no no,” she chuckled, wanting to keep him deep inside her. Instead Freya pressed Eric back into her pussy, until her fingers were also inside. She proceeded to adjust her grip slightly, each time securing a lower part of his legs and pressing him in further. Soon enough she had his feet in her grip. With a final push she sent his entire body deep into her womanhood, until her fingers were two knuckles deep and his head reached her cervix. Withdrawing her fingers, she shivered as she felt her vagina tightening and her labia closing shut. Like prison doors, Eric was sealed…

“Inside me… Ha!” An ecstatic grin formed on her face. “That's more like it.” Freya exclaimed to herself, relaxing in the car seat and letting herself cool down for a few minutes before heading inside the store. Despite her chubby belly, she could still feel a noticeable bump where Eric was stuffed inside her, patting her lower abdomen with satisfaction.





“Good morning, ma'am. Can I help you find anything?” A middle-aged man wearing a flannel shirt and blue vest warmly asked as Freya entered the home improvement store. 
 
“Yes, actually.” Freya spoke calmly with her face still flushed red after fucking herself with Eric’s unconscious body in the parking lot. “I need to rent a concrete saw and buy several bags of ready-mix concrete. Also, where are your chains?”
 
“Certainly ma'am. Mind if I ask what's the project?”
 
She smiled evilly, “Oh, just security and peace of mind.”


PART 11 – A Toy’s Story (Part 2)

The rhythmic pulse and hiss of the rebreather snapped Eric to attention. 
 
“Look alive man! We're over 50 meters deep!”
 
Eric heard a familiar male voice through a radio in his ear. 
 
Scuba diving. How… When did I get here? Jordan!? 
 
Confusion filled Eric's mind. His friend Jordan, who he hadn't seen since the mall, was leading the way.  
 
“What are we looking for?” Eric replied, setting aside his confusion and focusing on the apparent task. 
 
“Seriously dude? We've been planning this dive for months, and you're the key.” The water bubbled around Jordan as he flailed in frustration with Eric's lack of focus. “Come on!”
 
Jordan swam away, continuing his dive as the light of the sun continued to dissipate the deeper they went. Eric, still trying to make sense of the situation, followed. 
 
“There!” Jordan's voice pierced through the speaker in Eric's ear, as he pointed to an opening in the rocks.  “You're the only one of us who can fit. Make us rich, little buddy!”
 
“You know I hate when you call me that!” Eric replied, finally finding a sense of familiarity in this confusing scenario. “Let's make some money!”
 
Eric swam to the small hole and began to squeeze himself and his equipment through. Through his gear he could feel the sharp rock poking into him as he dove deep. He took a glance at his wrist to check his oxygen. I've got over an hour. Sweet. 
 
For nearly five minutes, Eric made progress through the tunnel. How deep does it go; he wondered. As his hand reached forward to crawl deeper, Eric felt the surface soften compared to the hard and rigid rock he previously handled. At the same time, a sharp protrusion of rock pierced the tank on his back, resulting in a nearly imperceptible leak. Distracted by the change in cave surface, Eric didn't notice the “pshhhh” behind him and kept crawling. 
 
Several dozen meters further and another 10 minutes of crawling, Eric found the entirety of the cave adopting the same soft, giving surface. He rotated his body to confirm that the surface was consistent all the way around. Much to his terror, however, as he spun, he saw the trail of bubbles leaking from his tank. He checked the meter on his wrist and his heart sank when he saw only five minutes of air remained.
 
I'll never make it back in time, he lamented. 
 
Making his decision, Eric kept pressing forward on the desperate hope that this tunnel would lead to a cavern with air. His heart raced, knowing his oxygen was limited and his life was on the clock. With each grip of the strange surface, Eric found himself not only grasping the surface but squeezing It between his hands. What is this?
 
Minutes passed, and  Eric's breathing became increasingly labored. His air was thinning and his stamina waning. As if things couldn't get any more dire, the surface around him seemed to be undulating. I'm losing it, he thought. But he wasn't. In fact, the walls were tightening around him. 
 
Eric first realized this when his ability to kick his legs was suddenly restricted. His crawl forward stifled, Eric tried to look back only to see a dark pink surface closing all around him. He fought to break his legs free so he could advance, but the grip was too strong, and his air was insufficient  
 
Before he knew it, the walls had collapsed all around him, the soft surface squeezing him rhythmically. His chest tightened under the pressure, no longer able to inhale. Even if he could, it wouldn't matter. The tank was empty. Light and dark flashes dotted his vision as he heard the sounds of his helmet cracking and blackness overtook his consciousness. 
 



 
Freya leaned against the counter as the clerk completed the documentation for her purchases and tool rentals, when a voice screamed out in her head. 
 
“He's dying! Let him out!”
 
Standing to attention, Freya suddenly remembered that Eric was deep in her vagina. He'd been so still she'd forgotten he was there at all. 
 
“Excuse me,” she said to the clerk, trying to hide the panic in your voice. “Where is your restroom?”
 
“Rear of the store, to the right.”
 
“Thanks,” she shouted to the clerk, already briskly walking where directed. 
 
She burst through the door of the family restroom and locked it behind her. Just as quickly as she unfolded the baby-changing station, she dropped her panties to the floor. She plunged her fingers into her still soaked womanhood to fish Eric out. Freya nearly collapsed to the floor when she dragged him out, barely able to endure the pleasure of his body sliding out. 
 



 
“Nooo!” Melissa wailed as she saw the bluish skin on the diminutive teen extracted from her sex. “Chest compressions, now!”
 
Freya responded to the instruction without commentary or delay and began to press two fingers into Eric's prone body. Immediately, he expelled her vaginal discharge from his mouth, but the color still hadn't returned to his face. 
 
“Air! He needs air. Use the straw!” Melissa continued to bark instructions and Freya moved in compliance. She withdrew the straw from her aluminum coffee cup and forced it Into Eric's mouth. Freya took a deep breath and wrapped her lips around the straw. 
 
“Stop!” Melissa shrieked. “He's tiny. Take a smaller breath.”
 
Freya exhaled most of the air and gave a small puff into the straw. Eric's small chest rose, and more discharge expelled into the straw. Freya removed the straw from his mouth, cleared the mucous and repeated the process several more times. 
 
“Come on… COME ON!” Melissa gritted her teeth as she helplessly observed Freya giving lifesaving efforts. 
 
Cough! Cough!!!
 
Freya Melissa simultaneously sighed with relief as Eric began to hack and cough of his own accord and the color slowly returned to him. Wanting him to recover as quickly as possible, Freya removed the various medical tape bindings around Eric, sliding them off easily, as the moisture had worn away their adhesion. 
 
“Turn him on to his stomach,” Melissa instructed. 
 
Freya’s hand moved to comply, but stopped just before she free reached Eric, as she began to coldly speak. “You can stop telling me what to do. The only reason I listened at all is because I'll be the one who decides when and how he goes.”
 
Melissa was taken aback, not only by Freya's comment but more so by the absolute certainty with which she spoke. She plans to kill him, Melissa thought, fully understanding the depths of Freya’s cruelty. She wanted to resist that conclusion; to deny that a part of her would really go that far.  
 
It was at this point that Melissa began to question whether Freya was still really a part of herself or had transformed into something else – something no longer connected to her but simply shared a place of origin. Embracing this suspicion, Melissa was now more determined and focused than ever to save Eric and stop Freya. She returned to her meditation, no longer distracted by the pleasure Eric’s tiny form brought. 
 



 
Eric wheezed on the table between expelling viscous liquids from his lungs. He didn't know how close to death he was, but he understood the danger of his predicament. Rolling onto his back, he opened his eyes to see her towering over him, her vibrant green eyes staring down at him as her pupil dilated with excitement. 
 
Eric shivered at the sight, and the cool air hitting his wet skin. He quickly scanned his surroundings, surprised to find that he was in a public restroom. Realizing that this might be his best chance to escape, he found a burst of adrenaline and scrambled to his feet and broke for the end of the table. Only when he realized how high he was off the ground he was, did Eric attempt to stop, but the slick surface, lubricated by his captor's sexual fluids, prevented him from doing so.  Instead, Eric found himself sliding over the edge of the table, only narrowly securing a grip as his body dangled several feet, which felt like stories to him, from the floor. 
 
While desperately clinging to the edge with his arms crossed on the table, Freya leaned down with a cruel grin. 
 
“Looks like you could use a hand… It's quite a ways down, you see?” She teased. 
 
Eric groaned and grunted as he continued to readjust his grip, hoping to avoid slipping, but he felt his weight pulling him over. Coupled with his slick body and the wet surface, it was only a matter of time before he fell to what he believed would be his death. 
 
“I could help, but the way you ran makes me think you don't want to be around me.” She pouted as spoke, ignoring Eric’s desperate struggle. “But then if you ask me to save you, I guess that means you do want to be close to me.”
 
Eric gritted his teeth at her taunts. I know what you're doing! Trying to make me opt-in to suffering. Eric understood her game by now, but his awareness didn't mean he knew how to win.
 
“Please! Save me!” Eric shouted as his arms grip failed and he Slid further over the edge, his fingers now the only difference between him and the floor. 
 
“Oh? So, you want to be close to me?” Freya asked in a childish voice, pursing her lips. 
 
“Yes! Please! God!”
 
“God? I'm no god.” She grasped Eric by his waist and lifted him to eye level. She paused, waiting for him to look him in the eyes. Once his panting ceased and he looked up at her, she continued her voice dripping with malice. “But I might be your devil.” 
 
Goosebumps formed across Eric's skin and the chill of her cruelty cast over him. Being handled like a doll was difficult enough, but after comment, she reached to the floor with both hands, Eric included. Eric's stomach lurched as he felt like he was in a free fall that came to a sudden stop. The dizzying movements prevented Eric from understanding what was happening while Freya took hold of her panties on the floor and pulled them back to thighs. 
 
“Whelp, break time's over. Let's get back to it, ‘tails.’”
 
Eric barely registered what she was saying with wind flying past his head while she moved him about, obstructing his hearing. He quickly got the gist, however, when she swung his body behind her back and bent over. The whirlwind of events largely left Eric silent, simply a passenger along for the ride, but now that it was clear what she intended, Eric unleashed his terrified screams, knowing there was little else he could do to stop her. 
 
Hearing the teens squeak-like cries from behind brought a smile to Freya's face. Holding Eric in her right hand, she grabbed a butt cheek with her left, creating as deep a landing zone as possible for Eric. She proceeded to stuff Eric between her massive globes with his head pointing down, so deep that her own hand disappeared between her soft ass flesh. Adjusting her grip on the boy so that her index finger was behind his head, she slid him up and down her crack until she felt his little face press against her anus. 
 
“Bullseye!” she exclaimed while giggling at her own success. 
 
First letting her cheek go to ensure that Eric was thoroughly secured, Freya then loosened her grip on him and withdrew her right hand from between her cheeks. She gingerly walked to the bathroom mirror and looked over her shoulder to admire her ass. She was pleased to see there was no sign of the boy whatsoever. Even at a foot tall, his miniature form was no match for her bulbous buttocks. Slapping her cheeks with satisfaction, Freya pulled up her panties to finish sealing Eric in. 
 




Eric’s screams were muffled as he found his face sliding against his captor's sweaty crack. He retched and gagged upon feeling his face was mashed into her anus. Having sat in her vehicle and walking around the store created a humid, suffocating environment deep between her ass cheeks. 
 
Though the smell did not prominently reek of what he'd previously suffered, Eric's traumatic memories triggered the same physical reaction. Trying to calm himself from losing his mind, Eric tried to take calming deep breaths, but he couldn't help but choke with each inhale. No! No! No! No! Eric lamented  in his thoughts. Anywhere but here!
 
For all of his suffering, during the last week, he was no face to “face” with his greatest fear. To make matters worse, its size was just like the marine beast from his nightmare. Already filled with panic and despair, Eric's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an even greater worry. 
 
Gwoorrppllbt!
 
“Oh, god, no,” Eric cried out loud at the precursor bubbling deep within his captor's bowels. Knowing it was a sign of things to come, Eric began the struggle, moving his limbs as haphazardly as he could, desperate for any means of escape. At least he tried to move his limbs. The soft malleable flesh nearly immobilized him entirely, conforming to every movement he attempted to make.  No, please! Eric's thoughts begged for mercy when his rational mind knew he'd find none. 
 
For minutes that felt like hours, Eric was tortured with anticipation of doom, as he was jostled between the shifting orbs of flesh. Feeling her cheek alternate, while practically chewing his body, Eric concluded that she was walking. Yet despite the constant movement of his prison, Eric's body inexplicably maintained equilibrium, as his face never moved from the danger zone. 
 
The intermittent gurgles increasing in volume had Eric feeling like a condemned man. His anxiety was suddenly interrupted by an intense crushing sensation, as pressure increased exponentially. At a loss for what was happening, a deep, distant, and steady rumble was added to the chorus of gurgles of digestion. 
 
She's driving; Eric thought, as his body strained under his captor’s crushing weight. 
 
Crushing? How am I still alive? 
 
It had finally dawned on Eric the impossibility of his situation. There was no logical explanation for him, at his size, to still be intact if this massive woman was sitting any portion of her full weight on him.
 
I should have drowned right away before, but I could breathe. 
 
Eric was starting to piece together the secondary attributes associated with being shrunken. 
 
I probably would have been fine if I fell to the floor in the bathroom. Dammit!
 
Eric continued to process his likely increased survivability at his size and potential to escape. Hope was returning to the teen, even at his shrunken state. Feeling a newfound sense of determination, Eric began to speak to himself, reinforcing his will to survive.
 
“I'm going to get out of this,” he whispered. “I'm going to go home. I'm going to surv-”
 
Grrwwwwooowwwmmm!
 
Eric's self encouragement was derailed and his hopes temporarily shattered as the groans from within his captor's bowels were knocking on the exit. Eric's resolve wilted, whining at his impending torture. “No… please,” he begged fruitlessly, but there was nothing he could do to stop or resist what would happen next. 
 
It started with a gust of heat to his face, like one would feel when opening an oven door; accompanied by a loud hiss as though a pipe burst under pressure. Eric squinted his eyes shut and shook his head side to side – a futile but desperate effort to avoid the flatulent blast. 
 
Unable to resist inhaling, he tried to minimize the olfactory torture by breathing through his mouth. A mistake. The fumes burned his mouth and throat with an aggressive heat and greasy, chemical taste. Eric instantly gagged, reversing course and inhaling from his nose. Another mistake. There were no correct answers on this exam. 
 
Feeling as though his nose hairs had singed away, Eric convulsed as the rotten sulfuric gas permeated his respiratory system. He screamed in agony, desperate for any reprieve, but there was no mercy to be found. 
 
Tears streamed down Eric's eyes – his body's natural reaction to try and expel the invasive poison. Yet, the scent lingered. Pinned between his assailant’s cheeks and further crushed by her seated position, left the fetid air with no place to escape. Fortunately, the concentrated blast caused Eric to become nose-blind to it after several minutes of suffering. 
 
As he began to calm, and his bodily function returned to a more normal state, Eric felt himself shifting to the side. She's leaning? He questioned. He tried to picture her actions from the outside. Eric visualized a seated person suddenly leaning to one side, and the image struck fear into him. She's leaning!!!
 
Eric opened his eyes to see the horror. Her anus opened ever so slightly, matching the size of Eric's head – small, relative to its owner, however. At the sight, Eric let out a blood curdling scream, before his voice was silenced by the deafening blast.
 
BBBBBRRAAAAAPPPPPLLLTTT!
 
Eric’s dirty blonde hair was blown backwards, as the cheeks of his open mouth puffed outward. His lips flapped in the moist, scorching air assaulted his face. He felt like his skin was melting, losing all sensation as the wave of burning, toxic air forced its way in and around the poor boy. 
 
Panic was the simplest way to describe but one of the feelings Eric experienced. As the flatulence bore down on him, his breath had been practically snatched away. He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Each attempt to breathe was met with a halting resistance – his lungs seemingly begging not to be inflated with the putrid air. 
 
The force of the blast was so great Eric olfactory sense seemingly burned away and shut down – an unexpected mercy. But that didn't mean his mouth was free from feeling the greasy septic particles coating his tongue and throat. 
 
How long could this be?!
 
The overwhelming force made Eric lose all sense of time. Had just a second gone by? 10? How long can a person fart? Swirling in a miasma of rotten eggs, spoiled meats and dairy, and methane, Eric's brain struggled to process the sensory information it was receiving. Like a CPU receiving too much data, Eric's brain began to throttle its functions. in an act of self-preservation, his mind shut down, causing the boy to lose consciousness. 





“Hehehehe,” Freya snickered to herself as she felt the teen squirm deep between her cheeks, assaulting him with her coffee-fueled flatulence. “Oh… This is sooo good,” she teased her silent passenger, Melissa, with her remark.
 
“Ope!” Freya bounced in her seat slightly when she felt Eric’s struggles abruptly cease. “I guess he's had enough.”
 
At her next stop on her errand, after climbing out of the vehicle, making sure no one was watching, Freya stuck hand down the back of her panties to place two fingers on the unconscious boy’s back. After concentrating for a few seconds, she could feel his tiny pulse through his back, along with the subtle expansion of his ribs. 
 
Satisfied that he was still breathing, she let her cruel impulses take the lead and dove her hand just a bit deeper until she found the back of his head. Licking her lips with lust before biting the lower, she exerted ever so slight pressure on Eric's head, pressing it directly into her anus. She kept pressing until the ring crowned around Eric's face and then pressed some more. Finally, her rosebud gave way and Eric’ head slipped all the way in.
 
Instinctively, Freya clenched her anus around Eric’s neck. “Oh shit!” She panicked, fearing she could have crushed his neck, but quickly calmed herself. He's fine. ‘Anatomical Longevity’ for the win! Not worried about him suffocating this time, Freya assumed he would be able to pull his own head out if and when the time came. 

She didn't notice. Good. Sorry, Eric. Melissa thought from within the mindscape
  
Pleased with using Eric as a human butt plug, Freya removed her hand, fixed her dress, and erotically sniffed her finger. “I’m such a freak,” she muttered through a chuckle before closing her vehicle door and entering the store.
 



 
POP! 
 
Eric gasped for air, regardless of how fetid, after successfully extracting his head from the massive anus before him. He wasn't sure how long he was in there, but he understood how desperate his body must have been for air, as his arms were already instinctively pushing against the rubbery surface before he regained consciousness. Eric figured he must have been close to the edge if his body somehow found the strength to move his arms into position. 
 
As his breathing nearly returned to normal, Eric felt his legs being seized. With a powerful force,  his body was yanked upwards through the dark, sweaty gluteal canal and into the cool, blinding outside. 
 
“Ho ho hoo! Look at you with perfect timing.” Freya's voice boomed with laughter,  holding the boy upside down in front of her face. “Persistent and perceptive. I'm starting to understand why she likes you.” 
 
As soon as the words left her lips, Freya's smirk dropped, knowing she'd let something slip. Despite his weakness and better purpose as a sex toy, Freya knew that if Eric heard her, he would start to piece together something about his situation.  Not that his knowledge would change the outcome, Freya figured, but it would be one less variable to add to his suffering. 
 
Still disoriented by the unexpected exposure to light, the rapid motion in her hands, and the sudden change of temperature, Eric heard her speak but hadn't quite processed what she said. Did she just talk in third person? Who is ‘she?”
 
Noticing Eric's face seemingly trying to work things out, Freya chose to distract  him and advance her plans. The distraction? Tucking him in her cleavage. Despite all the unpleasantness she had put him through, Freya was confident that he wouldn't be able to ignore a full body tit massage. 
 
Still contemplating her comment thinking, “She… SHE?” Eric's train of thought was derailed as Freya flipped him upright and began to slide his footlong body between her generous breasts, feet first. 
 
“Huh!?” Eric exclaimed as the soft flesh conformed around his small naked body. The sweat from Freya's errands allowed him to slide in with ease and little resistance. Feeling the skin-to-skin contact, Eric heart began to race and as embarrassment and arousal took over. His entire body felt as though it was being massaged and kneaded by the waterbed-like breasts. 
 
Freya continued to tuck Eric on her cleavage until only his head and shoulders were exposed, while the rest of him was snuggly pinned, just like he was between her ass cheeks.  
 
As reality set in and his confinement was apparent, Eric began to struggle against the yielding mammaries, but to no avail. 
 
“Like I said, you have great timing. I want to show you what I picked up while you were spelunking.” Freya smiled as she spoke, pretending like Eric was a willing participant. 
 
She pulled out a box just slightly longer than Eric. He couldn't tell what was inside, but at a glance the graphic on the front looked like an Oscar award. Freya quickly unboxed the item on her lap, but due to her bust, Eric's view was obstructed.
 
When she seemed nearly finished, Eric confusion was sent into overdrive. She licked her fingers and shortly after seemed to make a slamming motion with her arm. Eric heard her slapping sound but couldn't  see what was going on. 
 
Freya looked down at her diminutive passenger and realized that with him pinned to her chest, deep in her cleavage, he couldn't see anything below. It's almost better this way, she thought. 
 
“Ready for the big reveal?!” Freya took several steps back to give Eric a proper view. “Ta-da!!!” She sang with her arms wide open.
 
What Eric saw did little to resolve his confusion. It was an Oscar-Like doll connected to a suction cup, stuck to a stool. Though she couldn't see his face, Freya assumed the lack of trembling, begging, or other signs of panic meant Eric didn't understand what he was seeing. 
 
Freya bent down and removed the doll to reveal what essentially was a stake with multiple rings attached. One near the top, two about halfway down, and two more at the bottom. 
 
Freya felt Eric begin to squirm between her breasts; a signal that he was starting to make sense of the sight. Wanting to hammer home the point, in the same way she wanted to hammer him on the stool, she pointed to each ring location and slowly enunciated their purposes like she was teaching and elementary school lesson. “Neeeck. Aaaarms. And Leeegs.” Giggling after her tutorial, Freya held the stand-in doll up to her chest and gave one more lesson, pointing, “Youuu! Ha ha ha ha!”
 
Watching his captor’s hand nimbly detach the doll from the platform, Eric's heart sank. Now that he saw how the doll was held in place, the stake’s purpose was painfully obvious. She's sending me back in. Tears began to well in his eyes, as fear once again gripped the young adult. Several hours earlier he had been inside her, only to lose consciousness and wake to hacking up her cum. He had no doubt this would be just as unpleasant. 
 
Recalling that he was much more durable at this size, Eric shook off the mounting despair. He figured it was now or never to make a break for it. I'll drop out the bottom and hide, he thought, hoping his movement would allow him to exit the bottom of her breasts, and eventually reach the floor. Ad Freya teased with her words; Eric began to squirm. Trying to take advantage of her perspiration, he gradually began to pull his arms up from his sides with the goal of straightening them above his head. 
 
If I can make myself narrow, I might slip through, he surmised.  
 
Then as Eric faced the doll that she held up to him to see, she simply dropped it from the same height. He immediately froze when he heard the doll strike the floor. Why did that take so long?! 
 
Eric was disturbed by the delay between her letting go of the doll and hearing the plastic crash into the floor. In the public restroom, Eric estimated that he was maybe 3-4 feet off the ground. But his captor was over 8 feet tall. He believed he could endure the drop of 4 feet, but double?! His doubts were enough to give him pause. A pause that ensured his attempt to escape would fail. 
 
No! I have to try. Eric resumed his struggle, until he felt his arms slip free of her flesh. Excited by his success, Eric laughed through his exhausted exhalations. Just as he prepared to start wiggling down, his hopes were dashed by two actions. 
 
The first were his captor's words. “Oh. I didn't expect you to be so eager for this!” The second followed her comments when she grabbed his extended arms between her fingers and pulled him upwards and out of her cleavage. 
 
“Nooooo!” Eric screamed and kicked as he felt his chance of escape slipping away. Faced with another set of rapid and disorienting swings through the air, Eric's resistance waned before completely ceasing, as he fell limp and began to cry. 
 
With another show of deceptive speed and manual dexterity, Freya strapped Eric to the stake. Seeing his naked little body, arms bound behind him, and squeaky little sobs coming from his mouth, had Freya raring to take him for a ride. 
 
Gurgle!
 
“Oof like clockwork. You stay right there!” Freya teased, as if Eric had any other option. “I'll be right back.”
 



 
Eric hung his head in defeat as she closed the bathroom door behind her. Is she so confident that I can't escape, he thought. Unwilling to let her assumption go untested, Eric fought against his bindings only to learn that he truly was trapped. 
 
The suction cup!
 
Unwilling to cede victory and not fight to the bitter end, Eric began to sway his body with as much force as he could muster. While the strain on his limbs was painful, as the bindings dug into his skin, Eric believed this could work. 
 
Brrraaapppttllllppll!
 
Eric’s rocking stopped instantly when the flatulent blast echoed from beyond the bathroom door. His mouth dropped open at the apparent force and volume. The subsequent wet splatter that followed transformed Eric's face into a disgust-filled grimace. A wave of traumatic memories started to flood his mind, as Eric gritted his teeth trying not to freeze in the face of the horrifying memory. 
 
“Fight it!” He told himself through clenched teeth, desperate not to give in to his fears.
 
As his heart rate calmed, he could feel the wave passing. Now with a renewed sense of resistance, Eric resumed his rocking, trying his best to ignore the biological warfare taking place in the bathroom. 
 
After nearly a minute of rocking with all of his might, Eric was sweating profusely. So much so that the liquid that poured off his body had begun to pool at the base of the stake. With a forceful lean forward and an equally energetic rock back, Eric felt himself swing further than before. 
 
It's giving way! He celebrated his mind, but his cheers were dampened by the sound of the toilet flushing. Eric knew he didn't have much time, so he redoubled his effort rocking left and right. 
 
The water was running, but Eric could feel victory in reach. I'm so close. 
 
With a modest “pop!” The suction cup disconnected from the stool, causing Eric to tumble to his back. Eric quickly moved to take advantage of this chance, rolling side to side, with plans to roll to the floor. 
 
One step at a time!
 
Building sufficient momentum, Eric began to roll toward the edge of the stool. In a blur, it quickly approached. Rolling over the edge, Eric closed his eyes and braced for impact.
 
Catch!
 
The impact came much sooner than Eric anticipated, and he didn't feel soft carpet beneath him. Instead, he felt his body squeezed all around. Opening his eyes, he saw the tree trunk like digits of his giantess captor wrapped around his midsection and thighs. 
 
“Going somewhere,” Freya asked coolly, as she snatched Eric into the air and spiked him feet first into the stool. The sweat he left behind served to assist the suction cup in solidly latching into the cool metal surface. 
 
Jarred and disoriented, Eric felt his bones rattle. The strength with which she slammed should have shattered his body, but here he was  intact and no worse for wear. Am I indestructible right now? Eric couldn't help but wonder just how durable he was. 
 
Eric's thoughts were interrupted when his captor pinched his head between her finger and thumbs and secured an attachment to him. The plastic piece cupped around the back of Eric's head and dropped a band across his forehead. Clicking the piece in place on top of the stake, Eric's head was forced backwards, leaving his face pointing upwards. 
 
Now almost completely immobilized, Eric had virtually no free range of motion on any part of his body. When his eyes were open, his only line of sight was upward. Oh, what a terror his field of view contained! 
 
With his eyes fixed above, Freya stepped over the stool, blotting out anything else from view. It was like a scene from an alien invasion movie. Eric’s “sky” darkened, and the unbearable sense foreboding doom poured over him as her legs straddled his and her ass cheeks wobbled with each step. Struck with fear, unable to turn his head, Eric’s eyes were transfixed on his captor's sex.
 
Glistening with perspiration and arousal, Freya's womanhood pulsed with hunger, preparing to consume the boy. Its lips pink and puffy, engorged with blood, spread to give way to a deep canal, rippling with energy and dripping nectar. 
 
Eric desperately wanted to look away, but was frozen with fear, even as thick tendrils of vaginal discharge dripped onto him from above. 
 
“Oh, goodness,” Freya muttered breathily. “I'm so horny, I won't even need to use lube on you. Might not even need it for the back.” She winked, as her last line was specifically for Eric's benefit. 
 
Despite the warm, humid air wafting down on him from her sex, Eric shivered at Freya’s comment. He had spent the last few minutes actively fighting against despair and defeat, effectively blocking out the reality of what would happen if he couldn't get away, but now that unwanted fate was about to befall him. 
 
Freya began her descent, squatting down to the stool, slowly and deliberately, looking to squeeze every ounce of terror from her captive before swallowing him whole in her sex. 
 
It was working. Eric's heart raced as she steadily closed in on him. His shallow, rapid breaths left him on the verge of fainting. He tugged at the binding around his wrists with such intensity that he would have broken the skin, if not for his enhanced durability. 
 
Mere inches away, Eric felt a wave of heat wash across his body. Unable to turn his head away, he stared at his approaching doom, until the world around him darkened. This is it; he lamented as he slammed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.
 
Squelch!
 
With a sickeningly wet thud, Freya’s ass slammed into the surface of the stainless-steel stool, blotting out Eric's existence from the world. 
 
“Where you belong.”


PART 12 - A Toy’s Story (Part 3)

GASP! GASP! GASP! 
 
“Please… no more. Please st-”
 
Freya dropped her 600+ lb. body down on Eric again to resume her trek to double digit orgasms. Completely disregarding his safety, she was lifting almost entirely off of his body and slamming back down to the stool; risking snapping the stake and the boy bound to it in half. With only the top of his head still inside of her Eric attempted to beg for mercy while choking down his captor's syrupy juices. 
 
“Aaaaa-” Eric's scream was cut off as Freya rose and dropped once more, before she rose again. “-aaaaaah!” Freya humped so rapidly and aggressively that Eric’s scream persisted between the rises and falls. 
 
“Please-” SLAM!
 
“No-” SLAM!
 
“More-” SLAM!
 
“Sto-” SLAM!
 



 
An hour earlier…
 
Freya’s womanhood welcomed Eric's head with little resistance. Biting her lip, she relished the sensation of feeling his shoulders make contact with her vulva. While she definitely had taken in larger objects, at Eric's current size, he made a perfect dildo for the Big Woman. 
 
The minor tension released as she engulfed his shoulders. Freya knew the rest of him would be no challenge to insert, though she was mindful of his length. Feeling the light vibrations of Eric's screams exhausted Freya’s patience to draw out her descent. Instead, she let herself drop onto the stool with a heavy, wet… Squelch!
 
Freya sighed with satisfaction, having consumed Eric entirely. From the outside, there was absolutely zero sign of his existence. Her thick, soft thighs rubbed together as she sat, and her massive cellulite-laden butt cheeks hung over the stool. Even without her generous features, there was no evidence of a shrunken foot-long boy in her pussy. 
 
Licking her lips with lust, Freya rose up from the stool with sticky wet sounds emanating from between her legs.  Rising about 10 inches, just before Eric's shoulders slipped free, she dropped to the stool again with an even wetter squelch, as her own secretions leaked out over the young man's bound body.
 
Steadily, Freya repeated this motion, building a rhythm. Raise up and drop. She picked up the pace with each rise and fall, her motion resembling a locomotive charging full steam ahead. 
 
As though she was taking some deep-seated anger out on the teen, Freya was relentless with her fucking. Up and down. Up and down. Like a piledriver, she slammed into the stool over and over. Grunting with exertion, her wet slaps transformed into splashes, as sweat and femcum pooled on the stool. Splashing particles of sweat and cum glittered in the sunlight.
 
“Drown you little bastard!” Freya screamed while her vagina flooded the helpless boy inside. 
 
Eric squirmed as he felt the constricting vaginal walls rhythmically slide up and down his body. The constant change in temperature from sweltering slickness inside to cool chill outside only added to Eric's disorientation. Over time the cavern of suffering flooded with her juices, leaving him no choice but to choke down the substance in a futile effort to keep his airways clear. 



 
In the present…
 
“Yes! Fuck! Fuck!” Looking down as her discharge spilled over the stool on her carpeted bedroom floor, Freya wailed into the ether after 20 minutes of virtually uninterrupted action.  Sweating profusely and panting, she had already cum 7 times since starting, barely pausing after each climax before resuming once more. Not once had she fully risen off of Eric for any prolonged period, riding him like an engine piston without interruption.  She wanted him to suffer – to know his place as nothing but a toy for her pleasure. 
 
Gasp! Gasp! She panted. Sitting still after her most recent orgasmic eruption, Freya rested to catch her breath. 
 
“Hopefully that won't stain,” She muttered, observing the wet spot on the carpet.
 
After a couple of minutes of rest, she rose up and swung her leg to the side, fully freeing the abused teen for the first time since she began. Looking him over, she noticed his typically flat stomach was distended and bloated. 
 
“Ha! Filled up to bursting!” She exclaimed, while pressing a finger to his gut. 
 
Pushing it in like the Pillsbury Dough boy, Eric reacted by giving his best impression of a fountain. Freya’s own viscous discharge was expelled from the boy’s mouth. Eric gagged and coughed pints of cum flowed from his mouth down his neck and body. 
 
Though closed, Eric's eyes were bloodshot from the abuse and retching, particularly while locked in his unnatural vertical state. He tried to wheeze out pleas for mercy, as fruitless as they may be. This was pure torture, and he was desperate for relief. 
 
As his voice squeaked, Freya watched his body calm, and thought, I bet I'd feel better if his arms were free. But would he try to free himself? From the inside? Nah. 
 
Having made her decision, Freya grabbed a bottle from the nightstand and returned to Eric, bending down to adjust his restraints. 
 
“I'm going to free your arms.  I expect movement.” She instructed coldly.
 
Barely registering her words, Eric had all but checked out. His arms hung limply at his sides, giving no reaction to their freedom.  I don't want to die, he thought. But I can't go on like this. 
 
Though he was sobbing, and his ears were clogged with her discharge, Eric was able to register portions of her instructions “... arms … movement.” 
 
Thoughtlessly, Eric moved his arm to surprisingly discover he was free. “What?” Eric croaked with confusion as he coughed up another mouthful of mucus. His eyelids were glazed shut by Freya's orgasmic residue. Slowly raising his hands, with unlucky timing, Eric wiped his eyes clear and opened them just in time to be struck in the face by a gallon-sized glob of lube.
 
Eric immediately wiped eyes clear only to reveal a terrifying sight. Freya had turned to face away from him. The shelf of her ass loomed above, menacingly. Like thunder clouds rolling in on the horizon, they blotted out the sky. 
 
Though Eric had been in this position many times before, at his current size, his captor's ass was more oppressive and intimidating than ever. He muttered unintelligible pleas as though petitioning a cruel god for mercy. He wasn't far off in his thinking. 
 
The cruelty was the point. Pleasure secondary. 
 
“You may want to keep those arms still for this,” Freya's voice rang out above Eric, as she bent her knees. Placing her hands on both of her ass cheeks, she spread her massive globes until Eric was able to see his horrifying destination. Her asshole pulsed outward as she lowered herself on to the shrunken young man. 
 
PPPPBBBBBLLLLLTTT!
 
Already overwhelmed with terror and on the verge of fainting due to hyperventilating, Eric was hit in the face with a noxious burst of flatulence. Eric covered his nose and mouth with his hands in a futile effort to protect his fragile senses. Unable to breathe through his nose due to being clogged with the last round of sexual discharge, his throat and mouth were painted with the greasy miasma of spoiled dairy and rotten meat. 
 
“Just kill me,” Eric croaked through his fingers, having reached his breaking point. He couldn't take it anymore. Up to now, he resisted giving into despair and held on to some hope of survival and escape, but the torture he now faced was beyond anything the poor teen could endure. 
 
Of course, Freya didn't hear his surrender. Even if she had, it would not have changed her course of action. She continued to descend on the shrunken, bound teen until she felt his head make contact with her anus. Freya shivered as she felt Eric’s tiny hands press against her rosebud in a feeble attempt to stop her advance. Ugh… I love your struggles; she thought as she continued to lower herself, her anus crowning over Eric's head and consuming his extended hands. 
 
Despite finally giving into despair after the relentless assault on his tiny form, Eric instinctively sought to protect himself from her approaching asshole. Putting his hands up in a token defense, he felt her rubbery, wrinkled skin in his hands as he coughed through the lingering gas. Unfortunately the lube led his hands to slip into her with little resistance as the hole gobbled him up. The little light Eric could see  though his tear-blurred eyes darkened as her anus smashed into his terror-stricken face. 
 
Eric’s horrified screams were muted as the anal flesh crawled over his face and head. The scorching heat of her bowels left Eric feeling like his face was melting. The rest of his body followed after with little delay, as Freya let her weight fall, swallowing the shrunken young man in her bowels. 
 
Eric choked as he tried to breathe the rancid, humid air, his hand gripping around his neck in reaction. Despite his senses being overwhelmed, Eric couldn't help but note the emptiness of the cavern he'd been shoved into. Sure, the walls were slimy, but his worst fear, being wholly plunged into her waste, had not come to pass. Eric extended his arms above his head, scraping against the colon walls to find nothing. It's… empty; he thought. 
 
Freya felt a jolt of electricity up her spine as her cheeks came to rest on the stool. 
 
“Mmmm. Good toy,” she moaned and uttered, as she felt Eric's arms move within her. She was grateful that she took a laxative earlier and emptied her bowels before using, lest she risked making a mess while pounding on the young-man-turned-dildo. But that was only half of her intentions. 
 
“Enjoy that empty space while you can,” Freya softly spoke to Eric, fully aware that he wouldn't hear her.
 
Stewing deep in her bowels, Eric heard the distant, bassy vibrations of his captor's voice, unable to distinguish her words from inside. Gagging with each breath he took, Eric's thoughts were filled with grief at his lost future. What had I done to deserve this? I miss my parents. They'll never know what happened to me. 
 
Eric's thoughts grew bleaker. He saw no way out. Shrunken and abused, with his captor’s escalating aggression and cruelty, Eric Knew it was only a matter of time before she irrevocably damaged him. 
 
As he lamented his fate, Eric felt the rubbery ring around his thighs begin to slide upwards over. Because of her massive cheeks, even sitting down, Eric didn't enter all the way into her anus. She's starting again; he thought as the rings stopped just below his shoulders, with his arms still extended upward inside the colon.
 
SLAM!
 
Freya dropped her ass on the stool, starting up her next set of orgasms. Savoring the sensation of Eric slender form bobbing in and out of her asshole, Freya maintained a slow deliberated pace. Almost like in mindfulness-like meditation, Freya tried to visualize what she felt. Rolling over his little butt and hips. Squeezing his stomach and ribs. Dropping back down to his thighs. She felt it all. Over and over, again. 
 
Picking up the pace, the wet splats resumed, as her pussy dripped with nectar from the anal stimulation. The slower pace discarded, her hips rose and fell with such force and speed that the stool below her creaked under the pressure.
 
Meanwhile, Eric felt as though he was being plunged into a scorching sewer. The slime lined walls undulated around him, coating his body in filth, as he desperately and unsuccessfully tried  to avoid getting any of the substance in his mouth. Gagging at the taste, Eric's arms dangerously flailed against the rapidly moving walls, reaching for a non-existent relief.
 
How long have I been here? When will it end? Just let me die!
 
In utter darkness and his senses strained, Eric had no sense of time, but nearly 20 minutes and two orgasms had passed. He was in the throes of her third, when he felt a new sensation.   
 
Pop!
 
Freya had wedged a finger under the suction cup and detached it from the stool. Wanting to maintain her high, she launched herself onto the bed, face down on the mattress while on her knees. Spreading a cheek with one hand, and griping the suction cup base with the other, she proceeded to thrust Eric in and out, gaining even more depth with her cheeks out of the way. 
 
Eric felt his body shoved deeper into her bowels, as her fingers wrapped around his ankles. His face smushed into the colon walls as some curvature presented itself with the slightly deeper plunge. Eric wailed in with panic and terror through coughs and hacks, as his suffering escalated and seemed endless. Yet three minutes later, after being squeezed with unfathomable pressure, everything fell still. 
 
Is It over; Eric wondered, still sobbing into his slime-coated hands in the depths of his captor's bowels. 
 
Freya rolled onto her back and caught her breath for a couple minutes before exhaling the most satisfied sigh possible. She was truly content, but far from done with her boy toy. 
 
Planting her heels into the bed, she raised her hips to grab the suction cup and pull Eric free. With a sloshing wetness, he slid out from the anal confines. Holding him above her chest, Freya watched him hang limply, his pale skin streaked with brownish-green slime all over; gasping for air, gulping down the fresh. She grinned at the sight, only able to imagine the nightmare he experienced. 
 
Noticing his body start to shiver from the sudden exposure to cooler air,  Freya sat up and began to unbind him from the stake. “Don’t worry, you'll be warm again soon enough,” she teased.
 
Swiftly, she freed him and returned to the bed once again - face down, ass up. Gripping Eric by his midsection now, she moved his still slick body back into position over her anus. 
 
Eyes still closed, covered with rectal slime, Eric had no idea what was happening. Through his discharge clogged ears, he did make out her last statement, before having his head shoved back into her asshole. 
 
“See you later, you little shit… literally.”
 
Freya proceeded to insert Eric back into her asshole, until only his shins and feet were free. With no worries for how to withdraw him, she placed her finger on the soles of his feet and pushed. As Eric’s toes disappeared into her and her fingers followed, Freya felt an unexpected orgasm building; then erupting, as she withdrew her own fingers. 
 
She'd inserted the young man, fully from head-to-toe, into her rectum. The very idea of doing so sent her over the edge. Panting with unbridled joy, Freya let her body relax as she felt her colon captive stirring within. 
 
Grrrwwwbbblll!
 
Freya’s stomach growled with almost perfect timing. Looking at the clock it was 2:30 pm. She had about 15 hrs. of shrink time to go. 
 
She sat up in the bed, swinging her legs over the edge.  “Whelp, I've got some work to do. And I need fuel to do it,” she spoke to herself. “It’s a perfect day for taco bell,” she said, while patting her jiggling belly. 
 



 
For what felt like an eternity, Eric remained stuffed into his captor's bowels. The fetid air clinging to his respiratory system. No longer believing he would ever escape, but if he did, Eric was sure he'd never be free of this smell. It's inside me; he thought as lines where his tears fell cut through the sludge coating his skin. 
 
In reality, Eric had been there for several hours. So long that he'd dozed off more than once. This being one such occasion. Eric awoke to find his world exceptionally still - a far cry from his earlier hours in the anal prison. She must be asleep; he thought, unsurprised given the amount of activity she seemed to be engaged in after initially inserting him. 
 
Eric recalled the distant rumbles of her likely in her vehicle, the muffled sounds of her conversation with another, followed by more rumble. Eventually he could hear the sounds of her eating, and the immediate digestions bubbling in her stomach.
 
Shortly after that Eric felt tons of movement. She was strangely active, with distant high-pitched whirring and heavy impacts. Eric was jostled in his prison for what felt like several hours straight. She was really exerting herself.
 
That was a couple hours ago. She'd since taken a nap, where she remained to the present. 
 
Bbllluupp bbluppt!
 
Eric was snapped back from his thoughts to his current predicament by the sounds of digestion. No longer distant, whatever was happening in her was much closer than before.
 
Being In darkness for so long, Eric’s eyes had begun to adjust, not that there was much to see, but Eric could make out the pink, blood vessel-filled walls of the colon, as well as see somewhat “down” the tube until it bent out of sight. At this moment, however, Eric would have much preferred ignorance. 
 
Looking down the pink-ish tube, Eric was certain that the curve was supposed to be further away. Yet the darkness that indicated a change in geometry seemed closer than before. As Eric stared ahead, a chill came over him. Almost imperceptibly, the darkness was moving closer. It was then that Eric realized that it wasn't  darkness at all. It was his captor’s meal from hours ago, on the end of its journey through her digestive system. 
 
Horrified and panicked, Eric tried to flip his body to get his head as far away from the encroaching sludge as possible. Unfortunately for him, the space was too tight for such a maneuver. All his struggles accomplished was sending a signal to his prison warden that her plans were coming to fruition. 
 
Looking back at his encroaching doom's progress, Eric didn't even have time to react as the sludge slammed into his face and open mouth before he could even scream. In no time, the muddy waste filled every crack and crevice around Eric's body, compacting as it slammed into the exit door. 
 
Freya stirred awake as Eric struggled inside. See how much time elapsed since she ate the entire Taco Bell menu for lunch, she knew exactly what prompted his sudden outburst. She grinned evilly, as she patted her lower belly in taunt. However, her smile didn't last long, as her stomach bubbled in protest. 
 
“Ooh… taco bell! I love you and I hate you,” she said while rising from the couch and shuffling to the bathroom, hunched over. 
 


 
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The custom-sized toilet creaked as Freya thoughtlessly plopped down. She didn't have the patience to sit gently as her insides were fighting to be outside. With minimal effort she pushed, and her asshole unleashed its contents without delay. 
 
Freya felt Eric's foot-long form slide out of her first, followed by her waste splattering into the water and around the bowl. Clenching shut, she took a moment to peer through her legs and saw Eric's feet and legs splayed on the side of the bowl. Holding as long as she could, she waited until she saw his legs move to relax her anus once again. 
 
On the verge of losing consciousness and choking to death on feces, Eric had been holding his breath once the sludge began to compact around him. The initial wave caught him off guard, but he was able to spit out what forcefully entered his mouth and pressed his face into the colon wall in an effort to give himself a fighting chance. This worked for less than a minute, but eventually the pressure inside began to force the waste into every available space, his mouth included. 
 
The second time it entered his mouth, Eric tried to spit again, but there was nowhere for it to go. Instead, it kept flowing into his mouth, threatening to exit through his nose. If he didn't do something, he would eventually inhale into his lungs. Desperate to survive, Eric did the unthinkable. He swallowed.
 
The semi-solid, gritty mud tortured his throat as it entered his esophagus and stomach. Worse yet, the sacrifice provided no relief. Where clearing his mouth and nose in theory could have allowed him to breathe, instead it was simply replaced with more waste. Eric had been in Hell this whole time, but this must have been a deeper circle. 
 
Mouthful after mouthful, he swallowed. All in an effort to avoid the death sentence of shit in his lungs. If he got out in time, he could vomit, but if it got in his lungs… game over. As his stomach filled, Eric felt his will to survive slipping. Without a miracle and soon, the waste would force its way into his lungs. 
 
Eric couldn't swallow anymore, he was full. In fact, he was over full. His eyes burned as his body strained against its limits. 
 
This is it. This is how I die. I'm sorry, mom and dad. I love you; were Eric's final thoughts before he felt himself in freefall. 
 
Splash!
 
Eric hit the water completely disoriented. Stunned, he remained frozen for a moment and instinctively extended his arms outward. As he punched through the log of shit he was packed in, he felt the cool water and realized he was out. Flailing the rest of his body to break free from his fecal confines, he brought his head above water and immediately started vomiting while gulping down air in between expulsions. 

A voice echoed out from what felt like all around him, “Look out below!” 
 
Looking up, the little hope Eric found in his miracle of survival was snatched away as a flood gate of shit opened up and poured down. 
 




Freya finished wiping and dropped the last wet wipe into the toilet below. Standing up to look in the bowl, she saw a still pool of waste. Instinctively, she reached for the handle to flush, when her hand snapped back into a fist. I did go through all that effort earlier and what if his body reverts to normal in the sewer pipes. I'll be caught for sure.
 
Still, Freya considered disposing of Eric with the press of a handle. She extended her arm again only for it to snap back again. She began to look down at her hand in confusion when a different motion caught her eye. On the still surface of the brownish-green sludge that filled half of the bowl,  breaking the surface, she saw a tiny shit-covered hand twitch. 
 
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“Still alive? In that case, I can't risk you down the drain,” Freya said, as she grabbed the hand and pulled up. 
 
With several hours of shrink still remaining, Freya was at a bit at a loss of what to do with Eric before he returned to normal. Standing over him while he lay unconscious on the bathroom sink, she pressed his belly and giggled, as he vomited up another wave of his stomach’s contents. 
 
Filled to bursting? Check; she thought, chuckling. 
 
Already buried you a couple times. 
 
Inside Me? Triple Check. 
 
You've gotten good at oral. I guess I'll make my pussy your last meal.
 
With hours left to go, Freya had lost interest in her shrunken toy. Placing his naked body in the bathtub, she stood over him looking disinterested.
 
“I guess this is the end for you, Eric,” Freya spoke softly, as her foot began to tap. 
 



 
In the mindscape, Melissa stood with her arms crossed, watching through the eye-shaped windows. With a rage-filled expression and an aura of righteous indignation seeming to emanate from her, she aggressively tapped her foot into the floor. Having listened to Freya’s thoughts, Melissa replied to Freya’s comment, “Not if I can help it.”


PART 13 – Lyomenos

A steady buzz of chatter, laughter and electronic chimes filled the air of the local mall. Summer was here and with an abundance of free time, young people from all ages had descended upon the landmark. 
 
A group of young men moved down the pathway with no particular destination in mind. Among them, a diminutive recent high school graduate with dirty blonde hair and a slender, pale build. His name? Eric Russel. 
 
Talking with his friend Jordan about nothing consequential, Eric suddenly froze in his tracks. With his mouth agape, his reaction wasn't subtle. 
 
“Hey, are you listen-” Eric's friend, Jordan, noticed Eric's distraction mid-sentence.
 
Following Eric's line of sight. Jordan understood why he froze. It was one of them. An eight and half foot tall Big Woman with wavy brown hair and brilliant green eyes walking in the opposite direction. She was full of confidence regardless of how much her thighs jiggled in her snugly fitting khaki slacks. Her white button-down blouse barely contained her swaying breasts or belly. 
 
She's gorgeous, Eric thought, nearly breaking his neck to track her movement.
 
“It's one thing to be a chubby chaser, but damn E,” one of the other boys blurted out as he noticed Eric staring. 
 
The other boys broke out into laughter at the jab. Embarrassed, Eric put on a tough face. “Fuck you. I was just surprised to see a chick fatter than your mom!”
 
The group continued their laughter at the exchange, but the tips of Eric's tears continued to burn with embarrassment while his heart remained aflutter. How could a small guy like me find a giant woman like that attractive. What a joke!
 
The boys continued to make their rounds in the mall when about 10 minutes later, Eric spotted her again; this time in a Big Women's clothing store. I'll show them I'm not a joke; Eric thought, before calling the boys’ attention to the woman in the store holding a floral print dress. 
 



 
Freya turned off the bathroom light and closed the door behind her as she exited, locking it from the outside. 
 
“‘Not if you can help it,’ you say?” She started. “It's pretty obvious you can't, or did you want to let me poop that little fucker out like the turd he is.”
 
Ever cruel and cutting, Freya dismissed Melissa's declaration to intervene, throwing her unabated assault on Eric back into Melissa's face. 
 
“Oh, wait! Maybe letting me cut a hole in the basement floor to bury his corpse was all a part of your plan, too?! Is that it?! Ha!”
 
Conserving her mental strength and fortitude, Melissa didn't respond to the taunts. She knew if she reacted now, Freya might catch wind that she could take control. No… I have to wait until she's completely off guard. Hang in there a little longer, Eric.  
 
“What's the matter? Finally realizing that you're going to be stuck as a passenger as long as I want, eh? That I'm going to smother your little boy toy in this pussy to death, huh? That is what you wanted, isn't it?”
 
Finally, Melissa spoke, calmly and in complete control of herself, “Why are you going so far? I never considered killing him.”
 
“Didn't I tell you? I existed to protect you. I'm getting rid of him to keep you-  well- this body safe. What did you think was going to happen if you let him go? That bygones would be bygones. You fucked his face and kidnapped him. There was only one way this could ever end.”
 
“No! You're wrong. We were connecting. He saw me!”
 
Freya scoffed at Melissa's reply. “How can you be so naive? You don't even deserve this body. We're done here. But to prove a point, I'll wait until he's full size again before ending him. Good luck or whatever.”
 
Freya effectively disconnected from the conversation, walking away from the bathroom door and returning to the basement to survey her work. 
 
Meanwhile, Melissa stood silently, not wanting to respond further and risk letting something slip. Still, she was considering Freya's comments. What was I thinking, kidnapping him like that?! Did I really think I could just let him go?
 
Melissa reflected on the early days with Eric. It was true that much of what Freya had done to him were included in her original plans. But, even so, Melissa had  taken steps to minimize Eric's knowledge of who she was or where she lived if he was freed. Nevertheless, Freya was mostly right: if Melissa did everything she planned to him, there was no reasonable outcome where he would be set free and she would be safe from consequences. 
 
Shaking her head in rejection of these thoughts, Melissa steeled her resolve. I will deserve and accept whatever punishment comes my way. I'm going to save him. 
 



 
On the cool surface of the bathtub, Eric stirred awake. His body wracked with pain from being squeezed and pounded during Freya's sexual domination. He winced as he rolled onto his stomach to spit the disgusting taste from his mouth. With a sore throat from being force fed her waste, Eric groaned weakly, half surprised to be alive at all. 
 
Rising to his hands and knees, Eric's stomach lurched, expelling a mouthful of gritty, brown mucus. His eyes red and watering from vomiting, he tried to wipe the tears away only to smear the fecal matter stuck to his skin across his eyelids. He collapsed to the tub floor in defeat, unwilling to face the constant reminders of his trauma. 
 
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Plink… Plink… plink.
 
A metallic chime resonated in the tub as Eric lay face down. Tilting his head up, his face was struck with a mist of water, as another plink echoed out. The faucet is dripping; Eric thought, as he crawled toward the source of the sound.  Rolling onto his back, Eric wormed his way under the faucet until his head interrupted the sound and received the drop of water. 
 
His skin stung slightly at the water’s impact, but the pain was worth it, as he proceeded to wash away the filth from His face and hands. Finally able to open his eyes, Eric saw his body in the moonlight. Covered in drying splotches of brownish-green tinted waste, Eric broke out into a sob, seeing what she had done to him. The evidence of her cruelty and inhumane treatment broke Eric's heart. 
 
Nobody deserves this; he thought. 
 
Calming after his burst of emotion, Eric sniffled as he surveyed his surroundings. The only light in the room came from the window above the tub. The scale of the tub was unbelievable at his shrunken size. Eric felt like he was at the bottom of a quarry. Fortunately, each step was similar to his height, allowing him to climb up with some effort. Reaching the edge of the tub, Eric carefully walked up to the control panel and activated the shower. 
 
While on the edge, he looked across the room at the bathroom door. There's no way for me to reach that; he thought. He did not want to give too much attention to likely futile escape plans. For now,  Eric just wanted to be clean. 
 
Back in the bottom of the tube, the water misted over the shrunken young man, as held his knees to his chest, rocking softly. His warm tears blended with the falling spray. The sudden comforting warmth of the water presented a stark contrast to his brutal treatment, breaking down his emotional walls.
 
I wish she was holding me right now; Eric thought. Stopping his rocking, Eric did a mental double take on his thoughts. 
 
What is wrong with me! Why would I want to be comforted by the same person who hurt me? 
 
Eric was incredulous with himself, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. His keen perception demanded he tug on a thread of observation. 
 
Same person? But is she the same, though? A couple days ago, after a rough go, she would have held me close, rubbed my head, comforted me. What changed?
 
What did she say? She was starting to see why ‘she’ liked me? Who was ‘she?’
 
Eric was starting to ask the right questions, but where the answers to those questions led was utterly impossible. 
 
No way… She couldn't be… I mean, there was the time it sounded like she was talking to herself, but what if it actually was a different self? Does she have a spli-
 
*Click*
 
The bathroom light switched on, blinding Eric with the unexpected exposure. 
 
“Really?!” Freya's booming voice resonated within the tub walls. Turning off the shower, she continued, “No escape attempt? Just enjoying a nice hot shower? I respect priorities, but damn.”
 
Eric stared up in terror as Freya nonchalantly commented on his actions. His thoughts interrupted just short of articulating an impossible truth. Starting to shiver with fear, Eric was otherwise completely frozen - the deep trauma imprinted on him left him with no rational thought or ideas. Instead, he curled his body tightly while still looking upward. 
 
“Oh, look at you, shivering in the cold,” Freya began with a willfully ignoring his fear. “If you want, I've got somewhere nice and warm to put you.”
 
Eric's eyes widened at the apparent threat. 
 
Noticing his reaction, Freya continued. “You know there's a warm place you haven't been yet,” as she pantomimed swallowing motion, patting her belly at the end. 
 
What color remained, drained from Eric's face as a bone chilling cold came over him. For all the horrors she’d put him through, he never even considered her eating him. The idea was so unfathomable that Eric could scarcely even process the idea of being swallowed by another human being.
 
“Ha ha ha ha!” Freya broke out into an unbridled laugh. “Oh, the look on your face! The idea of eating you doesn't do anything for me but seeing you so scared sure does!
 
Ugh! I'm gonna need him inside me at least one more time before he's big again; Freya thought while absent-mindedly biting her lip. She glanced back into the bedroom to check the clock. It was a little after 3 AM. I've got about 3 hours left with you like this. 
 
As the immediate fear of being eaten began to fade away, Eric squirmed in discomfort, watching Freya's lustful expression. He recognized that hunger and instinctively started scooting backwards to create more distance between them, as useless as it may be. 
 
His suspicions confirmed, Freya bent down and reached for Eric. As her arm extended, Eric tried to scramble to his feet and evade, but the slippery tub floor left him looking like a cartoon character running in place.
 
Gripped in her massive paw, Eric's body seized with fear.
 
“Oh, nice and stiff. Just how I like it.”
 
Freya pulled the waistband of her shorts and panties forward, making room for Eric to enter. Placing him in feet first, she fed him into her undergarment until his feet began to curve into the crotch of her panties. Releasing the elastic bands, she heard a tiny “yelp” as the elastic snapped against Eric's naked back. 
 
Eric's yelp was cut short as his face and d body was mashed into his captor's fupa. If not for the stinging sensation and being there against his will, he might have found his current situation somewhat enjoyable. He couldn't ignore the incredible softness of her flesh nor the warmth of her skin. Feeling like he was pressed into a cloud, Eric snapped back to reality by the rippling waves of her fat belly as she walked towards the bed. He futilely struggled to push himself away to see what was happening around him, but his hands only sank into her malleable belly.
 
Once the movement stopped, Eric could sense that she was laying on her back.  Gravity, as much as the elastic band, pressed him into her. Confused and anxious as to what she had planned, Eric experienced a sudden relief of pressure when the band behind him was pulled away. Accompanying this relief was an unexpected coldness. Freya had brought her garments to her ankles, leaving her captive’s shrunken, naked body exposed.
 
Before Eric could adjust to the sudden change in temperatures, Freya took hold of his feet and lower legs, which were already wet with her warm excretions, and started to insert them into her sex. 
 
Eric’s arms flailed, as he felt his center of gravity shift with his body being dragged over the edge of her fupa. Landing in his captor's palm and stretching partially up her forearm, Eric was able to see her face over the rolling hills of her belly and breasts. 
 
Wearing a horny expression – tongue extended,  eyes glassy, and cheeks flushed – Freya slowly fed Eric's body into her pussy. She crawled her fingers over his miniscule form, pushing him in bit by bit until his head sank under the horizon of her mons pubis. 
 
Eric did little to resist his insertion. Having been in this moment before, he accepted that there was no point in fighting. Resigned to his fate of being submerged once again in her sex, he was surprised when the advancement stopped with his chest and arms still outside. The cool air was completely replaced by a radiating heat enveloping his still exposed skin. Opening his eyes, he immediately understood why. Before him was a grapefruit sized nub of flesh protruding from under a flap of skin. Her clit; he thought. 
 
As though to confirm his assumption, Freya's voice boomed over the hills of her curvy body. “Well? Get to it! You know what to do.”
 
Relieved that he was still outside, and actually somewhat comfortable with his bottom three quarters being warmly snuggled inside her, albeit wet, Eric shrugged his shoulders and took the nub between his hands and started massaging it.
 
The world around Eric quaked as he made contact. A slight flutter of pride resurfaced in him. Somehow, no matter how horrific she'd been to him, he always seemed to find slight satisfaction eliciting a sexual reaction with his hands, even if that pride was short-lived. 
 
For the next few minutes, Eric gripped and squeezed Freya's clit, like he was shaping a piece of clay. He felt his lower half become increasingly wet with her juices. Even though he hated being forced to do this, he also experienced a surge of power. For every physical response he felt from her, he could claim partial responsibility.  In his power-drunken state, Eric opened his mouth as wide as possible and took her clit between his lips as much as he could, sucking aggressively.
 
The immediate response was a massive contraction deep within her vagina, clamping on his legs, followed by a shrill gasp of pleasure from above. Despite the pressure, Eric kept sucking and tonguing  at her clit, as the contractions rippled closer to the entrance and further up his body. 
 
Lost in the lust-filled scene, Eric's own erection sprouted within her moist confines. The undulating vaginal muscles were irresistible sensations. Eric detached to take a deep breath but when he reached to re-latch on, he found he couldn't connect like before. 
 
He extended hands to pull himself back up but found resistance pulling him away. It was then he realized, her orgasm was already underway – and her pussy was pulling him in. The rippling, wet flesh left Eric torn between pleasure and terror. It massaged his entire body, drawing an ejaculation out of him, while also consuming him inch by inch. His new struggles only contributed to his being gobbled up, as Freya writhed and squealed with pleasure. 
 
“I'm really, *pant* actually *pant* going to miss you,” Freya squeezed out, as she was overwhelmed by her orgasmic  explosion.
 
Just as the words reached Eric's ears and registered in his mind, he felt a mass of pressure on his head. It was Freya’s hand pushing him the rest of the way in. Miss me?
 
“Noooo-” Eric's scream was cut off and his face and head disappeared from sight. Freya pussy lips sealing behind him as she withdrew her fingers. 
 
Freya pulled her panties and shorts back up, securing Eric with a second layer of protection. Rolling to her side, she took this chance for a brief nap, before he began to regrow. 
 
“Mmm… Inside me.”
 
Once inside, squeezed from all sides by the slick, hot warmth of her flesh, it didn't take long for Eric's energy to be depleted. Between the oppressive heat,  the constant pressure, and his recent ejaculation, Eric was already exhausted. Coupled with the bizarrely comforting sounds of the inner workings of the human body, Eric drifted off to sleep, still empowered by the Anatomical Longevity of the SMAL formula.
 



 
Eric woke up to a strangely familiar sight. He was at the mall, but not on the walkway browsing with his friends. He was stationary – in a store, looking to the outside. He tried to move but his body was completely stiff. He could shift his eyes, but that was all. Then, in the glass, he saw his reflection. 
 
Oh my god; he thought, unable to speak or move his mouth. I'm a mannequin. 
 
It was true, he looked exactly like his normal self, except in inanimate plastique form.
 
As reality dawned on him a crowd of Big Women started to gather in front his display window. Shifting his eyes down, he saw the reverse side of a sign that read “Last in stock!” Looking back at the women, they wore ravenous expressions, gazing at him with their matching green eyes like they wanted to eat him alive. They all have the same eyes; he thought. Not  just eyes, they were all the same woman. Multiple copies of Freya gathered in front of him with hungry expressions, waiting to get a taste. 
 
Though he wasn’t alive, Eric could feel a heart pounding in his chest. Fear multiplied in the form of many Freya’s, he wanted to run away – to escape what fate awaited him, but he was just a doll. A life-sized doll. 
 
“Easy ladies. Easy,” the store clerk shouted from behind the store's locked doors, as she prepared to open up. The clerk climbed into the display window and bent down to Eric's ear. “You're really popular. Wish I could have a go at you one more time, too.” The clerk turned Eric's head to face them. She wore Freya's face too.
 
Every woman is Freya! This is a nightmare!
 
The clerk kissed Eric on the forehead and turned his head back straight before swiftly departing to open the store doors. 
 
The throng of women flooded in, and Eric was immediately snatched up from his display window. A cacophony of Freya’s voices surrounded him as his stiff body was jostled and fought over. 
 
“He's mine!”
 
“No way, sister!”
 
“My pussy needs this!”
 
“My ass is hungry!”
 
“Inside me!”
 
Multiple hands clawed at his stiff body. 
 
“Turn him on, already!” A voice shouted. 
 
Turn me on?! What does that mean?
 
Eric heard a click, and suddenly felt his body start to relax. The stiffness faded away and his arms and legs began to shift and bend more naturally. His face relaxed and muscles felt living tension. He even inhaled.
 
“Hey, stop!” Eric shouted instinctively, surprised that his mouth moved and voice spoke. 
 
“Oooh! This one comes with a resistance module. I need him!” Another woman said. 
 
“I prefer silence,” a woman declared, grabbing Eric's head and shoving it into her awaiting vagina. She immediately sat on the floor after claiming her prize. 
 
“Hey! No fair,” another woman shouted, grabbing Eric's foot and shoving it into her womanhood. 
 
One by one the women jockeyed for position and shoved one of Eric's extremities into them and sat to the floor. Once his hands and feet were occupied, another woman mounted his hips inserting his mechanically erect dick into her. 
 
“Why didn't I think of that?!” Another woman lamented. 
 
One last woman hurdled over the others to sit on the small part of Eric's chest that was still exposed. She landed with a wet splat, disappearing the rest of the teen sexbot.  On the floor 7 massive women sprawled out squeezing and squashing the young man. Each tugged at the portion they had trying to pull as much of him inside as possible. 
 
Eric was in pure agony. The wet pressure squeezing his head, hands, and feet. The unreal weight crushing his chest and hips. Several tons of women bore down on his frame while pulling his extremities beyond their limits. Eric felt like he was being stretched and kneaded like a piece of dough, and his screams were muffled in the womanhood of  the Freya doppelganger.
 
Above, the Freya's writhed and moaned madly, grasping and tugging at the boy toy. Bouncing up and down, they could feel his poor body compressing under his weight.
 
“Flatten him!” One of the observers shouted towards the scene.
 
“Smother him!”
 
“Factory reset him!”
 
Silence. The entire group of women, including those on the floor, paused and looked at the last woman with perplexed and judgmental expressions.
 
“Why would you say that?!”
 
“You're ruining the fantasy!”
 
The women on the floor remained still. The one with Eric’s head inside her was the first to speak, frowning. “Yeah… that really pulled me out of the moment.”
 
“Let’s just break him,” one woman on his hand said, shrugging her shoulders.
 
“Works for me,” another chimed.
 
The seven women stood up and lifted Eric from the floor. The five with his head, hands, and feet held him tight between their thighs, leaving him spread wide like a starfish. The women then started to lean backwards, walking away from each other.
 
Eric screamed into his captor’s vagina, and he felt his arms and legs stretching, tearing from their sockets. Then a sixth woman climbed onto a step ladder and prepared to swan dive onto his exposed mid-section. Eric couldn't see it coming, but he felt the impact as he felt his “bones” shatter and his body flatten, and darkness overtake him.
 



 
GASP
 
Jangle. Rattle. Jingle. 
 
Eric inhaled sharply as he awoke from the nightmare. His heart still pounded in his chest while his bones still ached from the stretching.
 
“What the fuck…” He whispered to himself. “Wasn't that just a dream? Why does my body actually hurt?”
 
Opening his eyes, straight ahead he saw exposed wooden beams. Realizing he was lying flat on his back and probably in a basement, he tried to sit up only to feel a tension in his arms and hear a deep jangle. Turning his head to the source of the sound, he looked at his wrist to see a heavy-duty cuff, and connected to it, chain links bolted to ground. Growing with panic, he looked at his other arm and saw the same thing. More chains. Raising his head as much as he could, he took in the space, noting a flood light beamed onto a shallow, but large square cutout in the floor. Under him was a medium-sized gym mat.
 
Despite the sheer terror of being chained in what seemed like a basement, and seeing a him-sized hole in the floor, Eric noticed that the room was to scale. I’m big again. He sighed with relief, as he was unaware that his shrunken condition was always temporary.
 
Though his arms were chained, Eric instinctively tried to bring his legs up only to discover his ankles were chained to the floor also.  The relief brought by his return to full size was instantly erased. Naked except for a small pair of shorts, Eric began to struggle against the chains, creating an attention-grabbing racket as they continued to jangle. 
 
“Look who's awake,” Freya bellowed, as she walked down the basement steps, each stair creaking under her weight.
 
“What is this!?” Eric demanded, with his return to normal size, for the first time in what felt like forever, his will to resist also accompanied. “Why won't you just let me go?”
 
“Ha! And risk you blabbing?! Don’t be so naive.  But I will say, I’m glad to see you’ve got some of that fight back,” Freya teased. “It will make this so much more enjoyable.”
 
Seeing she was serious and utterly intransigent, Eric defaulted to screaming for rescue. “HELP! Somebody help me! She’s kidna-”
 
Freya closed the gap between them with deceptive speed and pawed his face with her hand, muffling his mouth. Staring deeply into Eric’s angry eyes, Freya spoke with chilling authority, “Calm down. You're going to want to save your breath.”
 
“MMmmhhhhmmmm!”
 
“Well, if you're going to be like that…” she stood up and freed his mouth. As Eric inhaled to scream again Freya raised her foot and brought it down on his stomach. “Might as well get this show on the road.”
 
Eric felt his lungs empty as her foot plunged into his midsection, snatching away his ability to scream. She removed her foot, leaving him wheezing for air and unable to make any other noise.
His eyes watering as the pain resonated through his body, Eric watched Freya slide off her shorts and panties and step over him, placing each of her feet snuggly against his ribcage.
 
“What are you going to do to me?” Eric croaked, his vulnerability once again apparent before this giant of a woman.
 
“Nothing you haven't experienced before…” Freya coolly replied. “But this is the last time.” With that said she dropped to her knees.
 
Eric flinched, closing his eyes as Freya rapidly descended toward his head, landing with a thud. Cautiously opening his eyes, he was forced into tunnel vision. Her thighs created a wall of flesh blocking his peripheral vision. Her body hovered over his chest and midsection, allowing her to still look him in the face. A wave of heat flowed over the part of his body that was directly below her sex. 
 
“You know…” Freya began, grabbing a section of her belly and shaking it. “I love this body, but it’s time like this, I wish I were a little less curvy. You know why?”
 
Utterly terrified, Eric hesitantly entertained her question. “Why,” he wheezed, locking eyes with her.
 
“Because I’m not going to get to see the life fade from your eyes.”
 
With her final cruelty-filled sentence, Freya shuffled slightly forward over Eric’s head, her belly blocking out his vision like an eclipse. Once her womanhood was over him, Freya let herself softly lower onto Eric’s face, silencing his weakly cried “Nooo-” 
 
Freya sighed as she settled onto her captive’s tiny face. Feeling him sink into her womanhood for what would be the last time sent shivers up her spine. The vibration of his screams gave her goosebumps, while her womanly nectar began to dribble forth over his fragile face. In her head she counted by the one-thousand. 
 
Ten-one-thousand…Twenty-one-thousand… Thirty-one-thousand. She rose up.
 
Eric gasped and desperately inhaled after thirty seconds of smothering. “Please... Don’t kill me’” he muttered weaky.
 
“Here's the deal: You’ll get more air, the better you work that mouth of yours.” She sat back down, this time with a squelch,  as her pussy was already entering overdrive to drown him in her nectar.
 
Eric immediately entered a panic as she fell back to his face. He barely had a chance to catch his breath and had even less of a chance to take a breath before she sealed him in once again. He tugged futilely at his chains but barely heard the rattle with her thighs serving as earmuffs. I’m trapped; he thought. She's going to kill me. 
 
Unwilling to just relinquish his life, however, Eric resolved to extend his time on Earth, no matter how degrading. He opened his mouth and plunged his well-trained tongue into her moist sex.
 
Ten-one-thous- “Ooh!” Freya's count was interrupted by Eric's compliance. As much as she enjoyed the sensation, palming the top of his head as he worked, she resumed her count. Eleven-one-thousand.
 
Lungs already burning, Eric desperately worked his tongue into his captor. Her weight bore down on his face leaving no room to sneak a breath. Even with his head unbound, no matter where he turned, he was met with Freya's slick shape-shifting flesh. It filled every space and shaped around his every feature, leaving Eric with no chance for relief. His only option for survival, even if only temporary, was service. So, serve, he did.
 
Thirty-one-thousand. 
 
Eric's arms and legs went rigid, pulling as hard as he could on his chains, breaking the skin. He couldn't hold his breath anymore. In desperation he inhaled the only thing he could: her pussy and her juices. His lungs immediately rejected the viscous infiltration, coughing back what they’d taken in, but with no air to draw, Eric only inhaled another more painful mouthful on femcum.
 
Forty-Five-one-thousand.
 
GASP!
 
She finally rose from his face, prompting a storm of coughs and hacks between desperate inhales for fresh air. Unable to even provide a token plea for mercy, Eric focused entirely on recovery.
 
“Forty-five seconds seems low for you. Let’s get that up to a minute.” A cruel smile was painted on Freya's face as she relished the suffering she laid upon the undeserving teen. The sheer rush of power she experienced was overwhelming, knowing she was about to take this young man's life, using nothing but her sex.
 
For the next ten minutes, Freya waterboarded Eric with her pussy, pushing him to the brink of simultaneously drowning and smothering to unconsciousness. Her clear discharge, steadily transformed into a creamy froth under her constant friction. A torturous game, she pushed him to nearly three minutes without air.

Sitting back on her heels and his midsection, Freya delighted in the labored, desperate breathing of her soon to be victim. 
 
“Well, this has been fun, and you've gotten so good at eating pussy, but it's time to say 'goodbye.' So do your best until the end. Okay?”
 
Unable to reply, Eric simply still gulped down life-sustaining air while his face was coated in her creamy, sticky nectar. Eric felt her weight shift on top of him. Suddenly, his head was lifted off of the floor and her calves were crossed beneath him drawing his face upwards and into her crotch with a sickly, wet squish. 
 
No… No… NO! He lamented, recognizing this was her finale, and his end.
 
Confirming his assumption,  Freya grasped Eric's head between both her hands and pulled him further into her. Her discharge squeezed out like a sponge over his face. Between her legs, her hands, and her sheer weight, once she engaged her muscles, Eric's fate was sealed. 
 
As his tongue desperately moved within her, Freya began to gyrate her hips, coating Eric's face in another layer of her secretions. She wanted to time her next orgasm just right – to cum just as he expired was her only objective. 
 
No longer counting, Freya focused only on her own pleasure and Eric's signs of life. 30 seconds went by, and he had not yet tried to pull away in her hands. 1 minute and the first sign of tension arose. She bucked her hips harder, knowing the end was near. 
 
1 minute and 30 seconds.  The chains rattled wildly. Eric's voice vibrated so deeply within her, Freya nearly mistook him for a well inserted dildo. 
 
2 minutes. The vibrations of Eric's voice faded to nothing. He had no more air to create sound, and he would never take another breath. The rattle of the chains weakened to soft intermittent jangles. 
 
Though coated in her frothy, warm nectar, Eric felt his hot tears filling his eyes. Flashes of white and dark splotches dotted his vision. He felt his heartbeat slowing, even though its last pumps seemed to be trying to punch through his chest. 
 
Somebody… save me… 
 
His last hope and thought before darkness took him for the final time.
 
“Die! Die! DIE!” were the only thoughts in Freya's mind, as she felt his life drain from between her legs and Eric’s arms and legs went limp.
 
Then, as though someone had heard Eric's plea, he felt the tension around his head weaken. Freya's hands were snatched away and her legs kicked out from under his head, like she was losing balance. Eric felt her massive ass roll backwards over his midsection, while the rest of her tumbled onto his legs before rag dolling onto the mat next to him. 
 
Coughing and gasping for breath, Eric burst into tears of relief. Somehow, she'd fallen. No… it felt like something had pulled her off me: he thought. 
 



 
Melissa stood stoically in the mindscape. Eyes closed; she was intensely concentrating on matching her personal movements to that of her body’s while visualizing her target. Her actions required incredible mental discipline to simultaneously remain mindful of her body’s movements and sensations, to receive Freya’s thoughts and emotions, and still maintain her own will and focus. 
 
Feeling like she was adequately in sync mentally with her body, Melissa focused her mind's eye on visualizing Freya standing in front of her. She reached out her right hand and took a handful of Freya’s hair, twisting her wrist several times to ensure a firm, unbreakable grip. She could feel the soft strands weaving through her fingers. Melissa took a step backwards with her right foot, storing torque and energy in her hips. Then she listened. 
 
Freya’s thoughts rose like a crescendo in Melissa's mind. A singular word repeated over and over: “Die! Die! DIE!”
 
This is it, Melissa thought. This is the moment! 
 
Activating every muscle in her body, completely focusing her mind on this next movement, Melissa pulled on the hair with everything she had. As she yanked, she felt resistance – weight. Opening her eyes, she saw Freya manifest in corporeal form with her eyes wide open in shock and bewilderment. Just as Freya stumbled backwards onto the floor of the mindscape, a second beam of light shot down about 15 feet away between the two women and the visual windows. 
 
Melissa immediately understood that the light was for controlling the body. She didn't give into temptation to run towards it. Instead, she turned back and locked eyes with Freya, intent on ending this once and for all. 
 
***
 
“Nooooo!” Freya screamed, kneeling on the ground as she climbed up from her back. “I was so close! You ruined everyth-”
 
Thump
 
Melissa punched Freya in the face, instantly silencing her tirade. Before Freya could turn her head back to face her, Melissa grabbed her neck with both hands and began to squeeze. 
 
Freya clawed at Melissa's wrists to fight off her attempt to strangle her. In doing so, she fell back to the floor, pulling Melissa down with her. This caused Melissa to break her grip, opting to break her fall instead. 
 
Freya took advantage of the release, grabbing Melissa's hair as they tumbled on the floor, grappling with each other. 
 
Exchanging scratches to the faces and glancing blows to the head and body, Melissa and Freya viciously tried to subdue one other. Yet Melissa was delivering more punishment. The differences between the two could not be attributed to size or strength. They shared the same body. What set them apart was strength of will. 
 
Rolling along the floor the giant brunettes came to a stop, even further away from the newest beam of light. Melissa on top, took a full mount of Freya and grabbed her by the sides of her head, weaving her fingers into her hair. Cheek swollen and nose bleeding, Melissa roared as she lifted Freya's head from the floor, before slamming it back down with a thud. 
 
Freya’s vision went white after the first impact. Her eyes crossed and suddenly she saw multiple Melissa's over her. Desperately, she extended her arms to resist the madwoman's assault, but her disorientation left her efforts to fight back fruitless, weaking scraping Melissa's face.
 
“You are not me!” Melissa shouted as she slammed Freya's head into the floor once again. 
 
“I reject you!” Crack. With a third slam, Freya's eyes rolled back, and her body went limp. Panting with exhaustion, Melissa released Freya's head.
 
“Aaaaaaaahhhhh!” Melissa cried out, her arms shaking with tension, before slumping forward to unleash a wave of sobs. She'd done it. She faced the part of herself she'd learned to hate and won. 
 
Rising off Freya, Melissa stumbled to her feet as she found her balance. Turning to face the beam of light, she slowly limped towards it. Stopping just before entering the beam, she wiped her eyes of the tears and took a deep breath to calm her nerves, not quite certain what would happen next. 
 
Looking back at Freya, Melissa was surprised to see her starting to stir. Of course; she thought to herself. Nevertheless, she stepped into the light, her arms extending to the sides as her head snapped upward. Melissa's vision moved at light speed through a rainbow tunnel. 
 
I'm coming, Eric!
 



 
Eric's ankles and wrists seared with pain, having struggles against his bindings for the last several minutes with no success. His voice was cracked and hoarse, screaming for help without ceasing. Is she dead? Did she have a heart attack? He wondered, as his captor remained still on the mat, a good portion of her weight still leaning against him. 
 
In the minutes that followed her tumble, Eric experienced jubilant relief followed by crippling anxiety. If she was dead, and no one could hear him nor could he break his chains, it would only be a matter of time before he joined her via starvation. As the tears rolled down his face, lamenting his likely fate, Eric felt a jolt of movement from the massive body against him. 
 
GASP!
 
Melissa inhaled, as she felt herself in full control of her body. No longer experiencing two perspectives, she only had one set of eyes to look through. I'm back; she thought, relief flowing through her like electricity. She quickly sat up with a sense of urgency. If I'm still in the beam, I'm vulnerable. Might not have much uninterrupted time. 
 
Turning, while on her hands and knees to face Eric, Melissa's eyes immediately welled with tears when she saw him. His terror-stricken face was battered and bruised by Freya's domination. His eyes were sealed shut, unwilling to face his inevitable doom. 
 
Melissa reached her hand out to his face, gently caressing it, while running her fingers through his cum-soaked hair. 
 
This feeling; Eric thought. That gentle touch…
 
He hesitantly opened his eyes to see his captor kneeling over him, crying and gazing upon him with a warmth he was beginning to think he previously only imagined. 
 
“Sorry I'm late,” Melissa cryptically spoke through her sniffles.
 
Not waiting for Eric's response, Melissa turned away from him and reached into her pocket to withdraw a key. Quickly, she unbound his wrists and ankles. 
 
Eric sighed loudly with relief as she freed him, quickly followed by a sharp inhale and wince. The fresh air hit his broken skin and stung fiercely. Still lying spread out, Eric's body was too weak to immediately react to his freedom. 
 
“Listen…” Melissa turned back to face Eric with urgency in her voice. “I don't know how much time I have. You need to run!” 
 
Still kneeling, Melissa grabbed Eric by his hips and lifted him from the mat, standing him to his feet. Disoriented and confused, Eric's legs wobbled like a newborn deer. He grabbed her arms to steady himself, prompting both to look each other in the eye. 
 
“You're…” Eric began. 
 
“There's no time!” Melissa cut him off, her face contorted with effort, seemingly struggling against an invisible force. “Your keys, phone, and wallet are by the front door. Turn left! Now go!”
 
She turned Eric's hips, forcing him to face the basement steps and extended her arms. 
 
Eric felt himself stumbling forward as she pushed. Taking a step under his own powers, he suddenly felt her fingers dig into his hips, tightening their grip. Eric looked back to see the woman's face filled with rage, gritting her teeth and growling. 
 
Eric's eyes widened with fear and confusion, as he tried to pull away. Then as quickly as her face shifted to anger, it dropped to an anxious expression. Her grip loosened and fingers extended to provide a final gentle nudge. 
 
Eric backpedaled to the steps, watching the bizarre scene play out. The woman – his captor, writhed on the floor, seemingly battling herself. As much as Eric’s curiosity anchored him in place, one last shout broke him free from his trance.
 
“RUN!” The woman screamed. 
 
***
 
Eric burst through the front door; his eyes blinded by the morning sun. Naked except for a pair of shorts, he stumbled forward into the light, first feeling hard concrete under his feet before the soft blades of grass embraced his soles. The sensation made Eric's legs feel like jelly and brought him to his knees. Crying with joy and relief as his free hand clenched the grass, Eric took several deep breaths, just relishing the freedom he worried he would never experience again.
 
“EEERIIIIIC!” A bone chilling voice roared out from within the house. 
 
A chill coursed its way through Eric's body, snapping him back from his moment of relief. His eyes now better adjusted to the sunlight, he stood up and stumbled to the sidewalk. Turning left, he shuffled down the sidewalk until his feet were fully under him, and he broke out into a light jog.
 
There was a slight familiarity to the area, but he couldn't quite pinpoint where he was. Glancing down at his phone for the first time, his suspicions were confirmed. It was long dead. After five minutes of fleeing, alternating between shuffling and walking, completely ignoring any passing vehicles or strange glances from early morning joggers, Eric finally recognized his surroundings. He wasn’t far from home.
 
A few more minutes of exhausting barefoot travel and Eric was faced with his home. With a surge of energy, he sprinted to the door, juggling his keys in his hand with anticipation. Bursting through the door and slamming it behind him, Eric breathed his first sigh of relief. Letting himself fall backwards, slamming into the door, he slumped to the floor, and pulled his legs to his chest. As though his will to make it home was holding back a dam of emotions, with a deep exhale the levee broke.
 
Eric sat in silence for several minutes alternating between crying and laughter, unable to cope with the absurdity of his week in any other way. Eventually he accepted that he was really free and home, but then another terror gripped him. He walked toward the answering machine of his home. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the display: 23 voicemails.
 
Eric sighed and shook his head, emotionally exhausted but absolutely filled with shame at the terror his absence must have put his parents through. Plugging in his own phone to charge, he pressed play on the machine.
 
Beep
 
“Eric, It’s mom. We just got to the hotel and are getting settled in. You're still not answering your phone. I know you're an adult now and all, but still. Not cool. We expect a call within a day or two, okay? Love you, sweetheart.”
 
“Not a good look, son.” His father chimed from the background.
 
Beep
 
“Eric! It has been three days since we spoke! This is unacceptable! If you destroyed the house in that time, not answering the phone won’t help. Call us immediately!”
 
Beep
 
“Eric, son, it’s Dad. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but your mother is really starting to worry. Honestly, so am I.  This isn’t like you. Call us.”
 
Beep
 
“Eric, baby. I’m worried sick about you. Please call us. Please, be okay.”
 
One message after the other, Eric’s parents seemingly mirrored his own desperation while he went through his ordeal. His eyes welling with tears as his mom and dad poured out their emotions in fear of what had happened to him. Eric couldn’t help but imagine how they would be destroyed if he never escaped, if they left these messages and never knew what happened.
 
Beep
 
"Eric, we don’t know if you're even getting these messages but we’re on our way home. The earliest flight we could book is in three days, and then we’ve got a layover in New York. We sent an officer to do a wellness check, and they said no one answered and there was no sign of struggle. Son… where are you?”
 
Message sent Friday at 3:00 pm, the electronic voice reported out.
 
With confusion, Eric tried to figure out what day it was. He’d lost complete track of times and dates during his captivity. Eric looked around for anything that would tell him when they would return. Finally, he glanced at his phone which had powered up with a minimal charge. Friday was two days ago, Eric concluded. Wanting to both provide his parents with relief and not force them to end their long-planned vacation, Eric took a deep breath and pressed his mother’s contact card.
 
“Oh my god, Eric, is that you?!” His mother answered the phone immediately, her emotions at their maximum. “Honey, put that down, it’s Eric.”
 
“Mom…” Eric began, using every ounce of his will to hold back his tears, not wanting her to worry any more than she already was. “I’m so sorry.”
 
“Put it on speaker phone,” his father said in the background. “Eric, where the hell have you been?!”
 
“I’m sorry, mom and dad.” Eric wasn't sure what to say or how to explain, or even if he should try. “She… I…”
 
“Give me that!” His father gruffly said, turning off the speaker phone. In a hushed tone, he followed up, “She? Eric, have you been with a woman all this time?”
 
Figuring it was safe to share, Eric meekly replied, “Yes, but-”
 
“Say no more.” His father interrupted. “I get it. I’m not happy that you would make us worry so much, but I get it. You’re okay, right? Good on money?”
 
Eric was so confused as to how the conversation shifted. He gets it? There's no way you get it, Dad. But unwilling to push back and reveal how much he fucked up; Eric simply went with it. 
 
“Yeah, I’m okay. Money’s good.”
 
“He’s fine.” His father spoke to his mother, covering the mouthpiece. “It was a girl,” his father whispered.
 
“That’s not an excuse!” Eric’s mother shouted back.
 
“I know. We’ll address it. But hey, vacation is back on.” Returning to the phone. “Okay son, we’ll address this when we get back. Just to be clear, do you need us home right now?
 
“No! No, please. Enjoy your vacation. I'm so sorry for making you worry.”
 
“Alright, we expect a call every other day, until we get home. If not,  we’re going to have an even bigger problem than already exists. Got it?”
 
“Yes, sir.” Eric replied with full obedience. “Dad… can you put me back on speaker?”
 
“Sure.”
 
“Mom… Dad… I just want to make it really clear that I’m sorry.” Eric couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Sniffling, he continued. “I love you two so much. And I never want to make you worry like that about me.”
 
“It sounds like he’s crying,” his mother whispered. “Oh, Eric, we love you too.” She replied with the sweetness that only a mother could.
 
“Love you, son. We’ll talk real soon and see you in a few weeks.” His father ended the call.
 
Eric hung up the phone and sighed a massive breath of relief. Glancing down he saw dozens of text notifications, many of which weren’t from his parents. Shaking his head he walked over to the couch and plopped down.
 
Crack!
 
The wood splintered beneath him. A harsh reminder of what happened before his capture and what he would also have to deal with when his parents returned.
 
“Fuck!”
 



EPILOGUE
 
Over a month had passed since Eric's ordeal with the Big Woman. His parents returned refreshed from their vacation, stunned by Eric’s show of affection upon their arrival. They eventually concluded that he was sucking up to reduce their reaction to two pieces of broken furniture. Little did they know how close they were to never seeing their son again. 
 
Eric reconnected with his friends, particularly Jordan; first apologizing for his outburst at the mall and then for ignoring of their messages. Eric spent most of the month making amends to those who mistook his absence for insult. There was no part of him that intended to tell what really happened. 
 
Yet Eric couldn't put his trial behind him so easily. Many nights he woke up in a cold sweat from nightmares of being bound, buried alive in shit, or consumed by a giant ass. Other nights he woke in a warm pool of his own ejaculate, dreaming of having his face sat on and forcing a deluge of female cum to wash over him from his oral stimulation, or having his body sink into the soft flesh of the Big Woman while nuzzling between her breasts. Other times when with friends or his parents, he was distracted by questions. “Who really was that woman? What was real? Did she have split personalities?”
 
By mid-July Eric couldn't tolerate going without answers nor confronting his captor with his feelings. He messaged his friend Jordan with cryptic instructions, informing him of where he would be and when, and instructed Jordan to contact the police if he didn't hear from him within 3 hours.
 
***
 
Eric's heart raced as he approached the home. He had a vague memory of the house, certain images subconsciously burned into his memory, but what he saw was confusing. The grass was overgrown, not well maintained like it was when he walked through it barefoot. The mailbox was over full, clearly neglected. Nevertheless, he approached the front door to knock. 
 
As he drew back his hand, a vehicle entered the driveway. His heart couldn't beat any harder. Eric took a deep gulp as the woman exited the vehicle. It was her. Her brunette hair was disheveled. She wore sweatpants and a plain tee shirt. Oddly she was wearing grippy socks instead of proper footwear, but it was her. 
 
“Eric?” Melissa gasped when she saw him standing on her front step. “What are you doing here?"
 
“I-” His confidence was shaky, but he took a deep breath and spoke with resolve. “I wanted to talk and get some answers.” 
 
Melissa approached the door with her eyes to the ground, brushing by Eric without so much as a reply to his statement. “You shouldn't have come back here,” she said solemnly with her back to him as she opened the door. 
 
As she walked into the home, Eric stood by, but before she could enter and close the door, he grabbed her wrist, forcing her to look back in shock. 
 
With a determined expression on his face, Eric's eyes bore into hers. “Are you you or are you her?” 
 
Melissa felt a shiver up her spine and a vulnerability she didn't expect. So perceptive; she thought, as tears welled in her eyes. “I- I'm me. She's gone.”
 
“Can we talk?”
 
Melissa sighed at the request. “Please, come in.”
 
***
 
“So, you liked it?” Melissa asked, surprised at Eric's admission, while sitting as far away as possible from him on the same couch where so much had transpired. 
 
“Not all of it!” He abruptly responded. “I've had nightmares about... about toilet stuff and being tied up. I need you to understand how much you messed me up. But…” he fidgeted as his eyes fell to the floor. “Not everything was bad. Sometimes being inside you… felt like- like it was where I belonged.”
 
Melissa sat dumbfounded. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The things she did to him – that she wanted to do to him again and again – he liked. 
 
Eric continued, “Maybe it's because you're so big and I'm so small, but when we were together, I didn't feel less than. I felt like I fit.”
 
“Wow… Eric… I don't know what to say to that.” Melissa started. “I do know I want to tell you I'm sorry.” 
 
Eric looked up in surprise. 
 
Melissa continued, “I can't say 'I never meant to hurt you.' I , shamefully, didn't care if I did. I had no right to do any of that to you, even if after the fact you discovered that you liked some of it.   Everything she- we- Everything I did… I never gave you a choice. You deserve a choice. I'm so very sorry for taking that from you.”
 
“You know, there were times where you did give me a choice. And I've been struggling with if- whether I would make that choice again. That's part of why I'm here. I need to know what happened at the end.”
 
Melissa sighed. “Her name was ‘Freya.’” Eric's face donned a confused expression. Freya was the only name he knew. “She was the part of me that acted out every deep and dark desire and was born out of a deep trauma. But she was out of control. I fought her to save you.”
 
“Thank you.” Eric whispered. 
 
“Please… don't thank me. She only did what I planned to do to you all along. Except I changed my mind somewhere along the way. She couldn't accept that. After you got away, I continued to war with her in my mind. I spent the last month in treatment taking back control of my mind and body.”
 
“I- I felt something was different with you, but… damn.”
 
“Yeah…” Melissa stood up. “So, if that answers your questions, I appreciate you letting me know how my actions affected you. I'll need to learn to live with myself after what I did to you.” Melissa ushered Eric towards the door. 
 
“Wait,” he tried to interrupt her. 
 
Ignoring him and droning on as though she was on autopilot, she nudged him forward “I hope you find someone who will allow you to fulfill your needs in a healthy way.” 
 
“Wait! STOP!” Eric shouted. “I don't want to find someone.” He panted as his hands shook; palms sweaty with anxiety. “I want to get to know you! The real you. All of you.”
 
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Melissa's heart leapt in her chest at the young man's determination and declaration. Could I try? She thought.  
 
“No, Eric. I don't deserve that kindness.”
 
“Stop it. What happened to giving me a choice?!” 
 
Melissa felt like she'd been hit by a concussive blast. Her whole body radiated with warmth. The tension she felt while near him began to fade, as her face and ears began to glow a bright red crimson. 
 
“If you think you don't deserve the chance at happiness or being treated kindly because of what you've done to me or others, then earn it.”
 
“Earn it?”
 
“Yes, earn it. Start from the beginning.” Eric extended his hand and locked eyes with her. “Hi! I'm Eric Russel. I saw you at the mall and I think you're very beautiful. I'm sorry for teasing you.”
 
Melissa sharply exhaled and smirked at the earnestness of his gesture. She took a deep breath, hesitantly embracing her chance. Taking his hand in hers, she warmly replied.
 
“HI, Eric. My name's Melissa Vernon.” Eric's eyes went wide. Her real name... He knew she was telling the truth. “I think you're very cute, and I would very much like to sit on your face.”
 
Eric's face turned as red as Melissa's as the two burst out laughing. 
 
After several seconds, the laughter died down with a couple sighs from Eric and Melissa. 
 
“I wasn't kidding,” Melissa looked at Eric with a horny gaze.
 
Eric returned her look and licked his lips. “I know.”