"...this is Lil- Little Greggy. He Mr. Gray, but...but not. He not same person y-you remember. He very different n-now...."
"Спасибо Milenka," Oksana says, a bit bluntly, -
Thank you, Milenka - in Russian, "но все мы знаем, что он тот же человек" <
but we all know he is the same person.>
Wait - that was all in Russian...and I sort of understood it?
But, in the next breath, Oksana switches back to English:
"Ah, of course,
Mr. Gray - !" Oksana says, now with a beaming smile, after Milenka's introduction, "And me, I was just about to tell Milenka what a
handsome little boy she had!" In her crouch she's leaned in, towards me a bit, put one hand on my bony knee.
<sucksucksuck>
She's making me nervous, being this close, being this surprisingly pretty, being this
big...
everyone's big to me...
But if she knows what she's doing, she's playing it off well. "Is fine disguise, sir, if no one else to know," Oksana says, with thin seriousness, "Don't you think so, Dinara? Doesn't he look just like little child?"
Dinara, peering down from on high behind Oksana, nods noncommittally.
"But...glad it is you! Is so wonderful to finally meet you, in person, Mr. Gray, after all this time," Oksana beams, a beautiful smile with perfectly white teeth on a thin, delicate face. Her neck is long, graceful, and even her accent - more subtle than Milenka's or the bridesmaids' - is endearing, disarming, "We hope you have been well, enjoying your time with your new wife?"
I don't know what to say...here I am, the multibillionaire who purchased the company for which she works, now a withered perv talking to her from the lap of his giant, buxom, custom-ordered bimbo of a wife who's slowly jerking him off under a thin baby's blanket. I don't know what to say, but certainly I shouldn't have this thing in my mouth. Slackly, my jaw drops...
"Woops!" Oksana exclaims with a giggle, as the pacifier drops from my lips. With a deft hand she catches it, and - sitting up on her knees a bit higher - immediately pops it back in my mouth. "But, must keep up disguise, yes?" she says with a private smile, between us, "Secret safe!"
Oksana looks at me, up and down, and I - silently unable to help myself - at her. Her suit is fitted tightly, her straight hair is brightly blond, and her makeup is dramatic - heavily masacara'd eyes, glossy lipstick. She is a beautiful woman, to be sure, and comes across as well-practiced at drawing the eye. Satisfied that I've taken my pacifier again - and instinctively begun to suck - Oksana's mood quiets.
"But, of course we know it's you, Mr. Gray. Remember, we've - excuse pun - been keeping abreast on the situation," Oksana says, bringing a snort of laughter from Dinara. She shoots a quick glance down at Milenka's hand, casually working under the blanket, in my lap, and I flush red but do nothing to stop it. "We've monitored your health, Milenka's health, everything. We take good care. And, also remember," Oksana says, her voice dropping lower, "we
know you, we know your fantasies, very well. Maybe better than you know yourself..."
Underneath me, Milenka shifts.
"Yes, maybe we can teach Milenka a few more things, about you," she continues, her voice dropping even lower, a bit husky, "Миленка, мы должны сесть и общаться ... поговорить с вами о других способах возбуждают вашего мужа. другие вещи он любит" <
Milenka, we should sit down and chat...talk to you of new ways to excite your husband. Other things he likes.>
Again <
sucksucksuck> that was in Russian, right? What's going on?
"But, in meantime," Oksana smiles, looking again at me, right into my eyes, "We are glad we could achieve this...facet...of your fantasy for you, the shrinking, as a little surprise. It is new for us, very new." Oksana's eyes glint darkly, and I feel both women now studying me.
"Is remarkable," says Dinara, from above and behind Oksana (was that in Russian? or English?)
"Yes,
remarkable," Oksana agrees, nodding to Dinara's comment, "уже мы взяли его для физического исследования еще, так как в последнее время усадки?" <
Have we taken him for a physical study yet, since the dramatic shrinking?>
At that, Milenka gathers me in a flash, one hand shooting under my thighs and spinning me in her lap, plastering me roughly -
ooof! - against one huge tit. The blanket covering my lap falls aside as she clutches me to her, protectively. Though my face is half-mashed against a giant boob, I am able to look down and - in panic - see that my horrid, incredibly huge cock is exposed, running fully down my thigh, the leg of my shorts bunched up near my hip.
Milenka is oblivious to this new dilemma of mine, and rather just upset and reacting to what Oksana had just asked:
"You're not going to take my Little Greggy away are you?!?"
Oksana, sharply, a command: "Миленка, заботиться о своем муже" <"Milenka, tend to your husband."> The only sign of her surprise at the outrageous girth and length of my member is a half-cocked, perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
Like a scolded child, Milenka immediately responds, hurriedly covering me again from waist-on-down in blanket. She apologizes to Oksana, but still keeps me squashed to her in bosomy embrace. The feel of her huge breast, through her tight white top, is doing nothing to quell my embarrassingly huge boner, and her little outburst of emotion also resulted in a release of a heady new wave of pheromones.
Mmmmmmm......
Oksana looks at us and her smile returns, beaming.
"No no no, Milenka, darling!" she says, one hand now resting on my wife's knee, Her gaze up into Milenka's face, "do not be silly. Of course you will not be separated. This is what Mr. Gray want, from beginning. You two are in
love, you will be together forever. You are only one who can care for him, provide for him."
At that, Oksanas' eyes drop to meet my own, again, with the thinnest of smiles. "And Mr. Gray is
very important to us, isn't he? Very. Important."
The one eye I don't have squashed into tit is locked onto Oksana, but I can feel Milenka, above me, nodding earnestly.
"Here, come," Oksana directs, stretching two hands out, gesturing me towards her, "let me help..."
With that, Oksana assists Milenka - as Dinara looks on - in getting me seated proper on her huge, soft lap again, facing outwards, facing Oksana. The blanket is arranged neatly, without a word of my freakish, obviously still eager, member, and Milenka's hand is slid underneath again.
I tense, and let the pacifier fall from my mouth. "
n-n-no n-no n-no..." I plead, as Oksana begins moving Milenka's hand, through the blanket, over my engorged cock.
"Ah ah ah!" Oksana laughs, popping the pacifier right back into my mouth. "Disguise, right?" she says, "You play baby today, for meeting, let wife mommy you..."
That gets a giggle from Milenka, behind me, and she pulls me back again to her chest, the now-familiar feel of her enormous breasts dwarfing my head, neck and shoulders.
"That good, that good Milenka," Oksana purrs, pulling back but sitting up a bit, higher on her haunches. Her hand leaves Milenka's to its own slowly carnal rhythm between my legs, and she begins to undo the buttons of her suit jacket. "You look like
perfect mommy, now, with baby," she praises, jacket fully opened now, full breasts apparent beneath a crisp white blouse, "Perfect mother for Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray very important, yes he is...but he need help." With that, her eyebrow arches. "And we have to take care of our men, right sweetie?"
In the next moment, to my shocked, goggling eyes...
...Oksana has unbuttoned a button on her blouse, exposing a very healthy amount of cleavage, displayed right in front of my incredulous face.
What is happening?!? Milenka's hand begins to stroke me more firmly, with mounting purpose, squeezing on the way up towards the head, relaxing on the way down. Behind my pacifier, I moan.
Dinara, I notice, looks back over her shoulder, insuring the four of us are still alone in the room, that no one has returned from coffee on the patio. Satisfied, she smiles a thin smile and turns back towards us, leaning in a bit to watch.
Oksana begins to speak again, to me, as I continue to get stroked off, under the blanket, staring at her breasts. She's smiling proudly, and adjusts her shoulders to insure I have the best view. "There. That good? That okay, Mr. Gray?" she asks, "Must look big, so very
big, to you now..." I am helplessly rapt, and don't know whether to nod 'yes' or start screaming. "Interesting addition to your fantasy, Mr. Gray, the shrinking," she says, her voice oddly detached, "I wonder how many
other men would like this? To become small, smaller than their wives? How many others would like the chance to play baby, like this? Do you think it would be a
lot? Hm? Do you think that if we marketed male shrinking, we'd have a big 'target audience'? I think we would. We haven't even discussed this yet, but can you imagine...a world full of shrinking men, surrounded by all these growing women? Everyone will be so
happy...and we'll make so much
money..."
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