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Mine (ambiguouscaptain and miu_meowww)

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I shift uncomfortably in Kat's arms, pulling away a little bit, but her grip on my arm is firm - controlling, but also oddly comforting. It's like I could tell her anything...that I must tell her everything. I could see in my mind's eye, remember those sessions, how I spent a ton of money just to get in to those private sessions. How those girls mocked me, taunting me, calling me pathetic for spending money and jerking off. Telling me to spend more, to touch my tiny cock, calling me a worthless man.

It did make them seem bigger and more powerful...and I felt deliciously weak and small.

"I...uh...n-no..." I lie, but a stern look from Kat combined with that knowing, full-lipped smile makes me crumble. "...y-yes...gave them...m-made me feel...t-tiny..." I squeak.
 
"Tiny, hm?" I chuckle, amazed myselff at just how submissive he really is, what power women have over him, "They made u feel weak and tiny and small."

I feel him shudder in arousal and know for certain he is - haha - so turned on right now his cock is ready to rip thru his shorts.

"And you liked that, Charlie?" I say, in a half sneer because I know even just my tone is turning him on, "You liked giving away your life to these women? Because they were pretty? Because they had hair and lips and hips and boobs?"

These are all questions, but I don't expect answers. He's too cowed, too ashamed for wordsss. "So, how small do u feel now, looking at me? While this is happening to my body..." I ask, tossing my hair with a brilliant smile, straightening my back, setting my shoulders and filling my chest with a sloww, deep breath, "...and this is happening to yours?"

My eyes narrow as I watch him look down at himself

Relentless, I continue. "How small do u feel now that you have absolutely NO money, Charles...and I have everything?"
 
Say something! I urge myself, but I'm frozen, still like a deer in headlights as Kat systematically picks apart my fetish, my obsession with her, my desire for her to become more and for me to become less. Her lips curl upwards in an aggressive sneer, contempt and disgust and awe filling every honey-soaked syllable tumbling from her lips.

Then her breasts, already so large and filling her top to near capacity, they start to swell as she takes a deep breath, not merely telling me what is happening to her body, but showing me. And...and me...I...

...and this is happening to yours...
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That pic on her phone...her body dwarfing mine...I'm so small...and she's so big...growing...

My cock is throbbing now, pushing insistently against the fabric of my shorts, following every word she says.

...you have absolutely NO money, Charles...and I have everything?"
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"I...I f-feel..." Ahhh...damnit...not more tears... I sniffle a bit, fighting back the tears as my life seems to crash down all around me. "I feel...s-small..." I admit, my voice cracking slightly.
 
"That's right, Charlie, I can make you feel small," I all but hisss, "I can dwarf you. I can make you feel absolutely tiny if that's what you want..."

He's shaking, with barely suppressed sobs, like a man ready to be broken.

"I can make you feel small with my body, Charlie," I tell him, "I can make you feel small with my strength. Small and weak if that's what you want, if that's what gets you off."

Shuddering, not speaking. Whining, no argument.

"And now...now that you're broke, homeless," I continue, "totally in debt, totally, like, crushed by life, I can make you feel smaller still. You're going to be dependent on me, baby...I'm going to make you feel small by making more money than you, by feeding you, giving you a place to live. I'm going to dwarf you, Charles..."

He's fucking looking at our tits.

"You don't need porn anymore, Charlie, you just need me," I explain, "You don't need these women these cam girls. If a girl is going to dominate you, I want it to be me..."

Ha my smile my eyes theyre like weapons like the rest of me.

"...Don't you, little man?"
 
Don't you, little man?
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Don't you?
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Images of Kat, standing tall, towering over me, wearing a leather corset that exaggerates her curves to the extreme, a knee-high boot-clad leg pressing down on me, that look on her face, of superiority, of triumph, of...

Hell yes I think, thanking my lucky stars Kat's beauty and words and presence have rendered me speechless. If she figures this out, if I give in, I don't know how she'll react...gotta play it cool...

I gulp loudly, not daring to look Kat in the eye. "I...um...n-no, Kat," I say, wishing I sounded less unsure of myself. "I'm not really, er...into that, at least not...not h-happening to me." I scratch anxiously at my cheek, wondering how she could possibly believe a word of what I just said, considering the resources and materials Kat just found on my computer.
 
“Oh really?" I smile, seeing right through his little charade. I'm done with indulging his secrecy, ignoring these shameful little secrets. "Well, I'm not the one perving out on the situation. Even here, even as I talk down to you, belittle you, you're getting off on that, aren't you?"

I reach down and grab his omigod huge, thick shaft through his shorts. As opposed to him, his will and his body - which all seems ready to wilt away or snap in half - his boner is crazy huge in there. I can feel it throbbing with life in my grip, and his eyes flutter like he's ready to pass out as half the blood from his body rushes to it.

"I see that little shiver," I continue, "I see that little shiver you make whenever I talk down to you. That look on your face when I put my bossy pants on and order you around. I see the way you twitched when I just called you my little man..."

there it is, again, that shiver. I squeeze him.

"You like that, don't you..?" I ask, as I reach to start unzipping his shorts...
 
Am I really that into this? Is this really my fetish, my obsession? It just didn't seem like me. What was happening to me? I couldn't deny it, my cock was thicker and harder than it's ever been. Am I getting off on Kat dominating me?

The effort it takes to reach forward with my hand, to grab Kat's arm, to stop this...I feel like I'm stuck in molasses up to my neck, slow-moving, exhausting. She squeezes my cock and I shiver and shudder again, then starts to unzip my shorts. My hand grabs her wrist, and at once I'm reminded how weak I am, feeling how my fingers barely reach around her wrist, how she moves like I'm not even doing anything.

"Kat...I...I d-don't..." I mutter, my voice suddenly quieting as her hand reaches in and grabs my cock through my underwear.
 
I cackle at him; I'm such a witch!

"Oh...oh my, Charlie..." I chuckle, "Are you trying to stop me?"

How adorable.

I squeeze his cock now thru his boxers, and get the same reaction - it looks like he might faint.

"Do you think this small, weak, little man can stop this huge, strong, Amazon of a woman?" I ask, somehow keeping myself from outright collapsing into full-on laughter. Omigod i can't believe the things I'm saying haha!!

I'm slowly starting to stroke him through his undershorts, and despite the pleasure that's ripping through him, making his eyes roll backk in his head, I feel all the doubts and anxieties crackling through him like a storm that just energizes me like ahhhh

"You like it when I call you 'my little man', don't you?" I sayy, <stroke.....stroke....stroke...> "You like it when I tell you how dependent you're going to be on me?"

oh he likes that, he groans, and I catch him - he can't help himself, he shoots a glance over to the computer screen and then away...I saw what he was looking at, a woman carrying a tiny man in her pocketbook. It changes, a slideshow, to a man being slipped into a bra.

"Is that one of your fantasies, hm?" I say, dropping my voice intimately, "To be that dependent on a woman? To be caried around in her pursse? Or her bra?? That much weaker and smaller?”

His groan is not a word but it is a yes

"Oh, Charlie, I'm the dominant one in our relationship," I whisper, as I start now to tug down at his shorts, getting him to lift his hips for me, “And I'm getting more dominant every day...”

His cock stands proud of his pants now, throbbing and bobbing in the air

“I cant wait to dominate your whole life, little man," I continue, taking his right hand into mine, "Every second of every minute of every day...."

I place his hand on his own cock, gently wrapping his fingers around his own thick, veiny shaft.

"But first," I say, as leave his hand there, dumbly grasping his manhood, frozen in space, "I need to be the only girl for you." I turn back to the computer and grab the mouse. "I'm going to delete all these files, Charles. But I'm going to give you one last time with them."

A picture of a statuesque redhead walking through a city appears haha she looks like us too.

"Jerk off, Charlie," I say, "I'm going to watch..."
 
"W-what? Kat...I-I," I protest, but God, those pics, Kat's voice, the insane curvature of her body's profile as she turns towards my computer and clicks through my pictures. She settles on this redhead giantess strolling casually through a city as if she was walking home from the bus stop. Looks just like Kat, I think stupidly, as my hand starts to move up and down, stroking my thick cock.

Something seems to be wrong, though. More wrong than jerking off in front of Kat, doing it because she tells me to. No matter how I stroke, how fast, how hard or light - it doesn't feel right. No pleasure or feeling, just a cold, empty numbness that has me whining with frustration. Kat clicks through a few more pictures, watching me with earnest, a playful smile coloring her full lips.

A picture of a man being crushed between massive breasts. Nothing.

A man running from a gigantic woman, dodging under chairs and tables to get away from her. No reaction.

A man held to a woman's breasts, large streams of milk leaking down her engorged tits, too much for him to drink. Numbness.

"I...I c-can't," I gasp, frowning, but still not letting go of my manhood. "I...I don't...doesn't feel good."
 
"Mmmm...poor Charlie. He's having such trouble what to do?" I pout, ttrying not to laugh at his impotent efforts, "he can't come?" Ahh maybe we do this different. "Here try this..." I purr, as I go to another folder, "is she pretty enough?"

I've pulled up a series of pics of a particular cam girl. Heavier than me, darker hair. But tits like watermelons haha. He's trying to stroke it to her, he's trying. A close up of her nipple, a close up of her face. Cleavage filling the frame. Lips. "C'mon Charlie...she's hottt..."

Nothing...no electricity. But it is funny watching him try.

Let's try...ahh..her. Red hair on this one, longer than mine. Glasses. Gap toothed. Again breasts like milk jugs. Stroke stroke stroke but nothing. He's failing...

I look for something else, a video of a tattooed tits-on-a-stick doing things with a Ken doll haha so funny so terrible but I can't laugh this is the sorta thing he likes the sorta thing he wants what if I-

"Charlie??" I ask, suddenly, catching his eyes certainly NOT watching the video, "Are you looking at ME?"
 
I whine, a frustrated groan as Kat clicks through picture after picture, video after video. Nothing seems to work, nothing sends me over the edge. My cock is an angry purplish-red, and I can feel how close I am, but I just can't go over the edge.

Between each click, my eyes flit back to Kat, and that's when...that's when I notice. I feel a thrill of pleasure, the slightest wave of tingles reverberating through my manhood, my balls, my nerves. I tremble slightly, a shiver of pleasure pushing through me.

<click...glance> Maybe...maybe I should focus on Kat...yes...that's...oh...much better...

Charlie?? Are you looking at ME?
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Then I'm caught, and I nearly melt back into the chair, somewhat ashamed of myself for jerking off to Kat right in front of her, partially confused and frustrated that the pictures and media I had spent so much money and time on were useless to me now.

I pout suddenly, my tears squinting, not wanting to look at Kat, but needing to look at her. Biting my lower lip so hard I'm afraid it might start bleeding, I groan, "I...I'm not l-looking...I don't know." I glance at Kat again and feel a much stronger wave of pleasure pulse through me. "It...it...I need to...I need to look at...y-you..." I admit, whining even more, wanting that release so badly.
 
RE: Mine (ambiguouscaptain and miu_meowww

“You can’t do it, can u?" I say, easily washing out his puny voice, his quaveringg, wavering weak male voice, ”You need to look at me, hm? To be able to come?"

Of course he can't. That pill from the doctor made sure of that. Fucking genius.

"Fine." I say, plainly, closing my eyes for a moment then looking away, rearranging my hair, looking up, hearing him already flailing away at himself again as he takes the opportunity.

I glance back at him and of course his eyes are where I expect them. "Jesus, Charlie," I scold, "why do u keep looking at my chest??" In profile it must look like a melon in my bra. "Can’t you stare at my face just once for a change..??" I ask, exasperated, "...You drive me crazy...”

crazycrazycrazycrazyyyhahahaha
 
I drive her crazy? She's already crazy enough...she's fucking insane! I think, feeling a shiver of fear ripple through me as her tone changes to frustration and irritation. She could fucking kill me...at her size...that picture...I wouldn't be able to breathe under those...tits...

And then I'm focused again, stroking my shaft, up and down, staring at her boobs. The hell is wrong with me...all of Kat is beautiful...but I'm just so obsessed with her tits...

"I...Kat...all of you is pretty," I say, my eyes still focused on her breasts. "But...your breasts...are just unreal...so big, like pillows...soft and...smell so good..." I croak, sounding like a goddamned moron. I shiver again, fear mixed with pleasure as I focus even more on Kat's curvaceous, buxom body.
 
“Omigod, *fine*," I sayy again, tossing my hair and looking away again with feigned indifference as I ballooon my chest way out to there, “stare all u want...”

I take the moment, as his efforts spastically accelerate to my right, to close down his monitor windows getting rid of these other women but thinking no way I'm deleting all this haha I need to do my reasearch

<fap fap fap fap fap> to my right i can feel the heat of his eyes on my tits as i push them out theyve never felt so biggg

Another deep breath, an exhale of exasperation like when's he gonna be done haha when <fap fap fap> I look up and notice a setup of a few little action figure toys on the shelf above the monitor

I reach out for the one that looks most haha human least like an alien or a superhero that looks most like him

"Who's this little man..?" I coo, talking more to the action figure than to Charlie...
 
I gape at Kat, watching her holding this little action figure, and suddenly she is a giantess, toying and playing with a little man, no bigger than the size of an action figure. My fist pumps up and down a little faster, a little more urgently as I fantasize and stare at the scene unfolding before me.

"Oh...oh god Kat...no, please!" I moan, watching her hold the man with just one hand, bringing him up to her face and smiling hungrily. She opens her mouth wide at first, then giggles and kisses him, her full lips covering his entire upper body. A playful look ripples over her face as she looks once at me, then the little man, then down at her expansive cleavage.

With a wink, Kat brings the man down, her eyes on me, watching me stroke again and again, whining with a building desire. I groan aloud as the man's feet sink between Kat's boobs, the tanned, creamy, soft flesh swallowing his tiny legs with ease. Kat plays it up, sighing with pleasure as the man is pressed even further down, his body sinking slowly like being stuck in quicksand.

I'm so goddamn close, drops of pre dripping onto my skinny legs. Kat, with one finger on the man's head, pushes down and her breasts swallow the man up to his neck, his tiny head barely visible between the amazon's enormous tits. I groan again, feeling flutters and ripples of pleasure pushing me closer still.
 
“You like that?" I ask, "Hm, Charlie? You like watching me do this?"

I of course don't need an answer he's fucking eating this up while at the same time it's eating him up. He can't believe it he's so ashamed he's incredulous I can barely believe it myself...what sort of man wants to be a shrunken little thing, like a toy, dwarfed tiny and helpless between a woman's breasts?

my man, that's who.

“Do you imagine this being you, sweetie?" I purr, petting the head of the little man between my tits, looking down at him as Charlie continues to groan and whine getting so close so close I can hear it, "We can always roleplay this sort of thing if u like, Charles, when we’re alone…”

Another groan, louder this time, and some mumbled protest. That did it; he's about to blow. I giggle, and tell the little man between my tits -

“Shhhh… now u be quiet," I scold, "or I'll shove you so far down my top you won't see the light of day til tomorrow...”
 
I wince, so close, watching the little man, imagining it's me. Me? Why would I want that...to be that small? Smothered and crushed by Kat's huge tits...I don't want that...do I? I groan, closer still, imagining, fantasizing. So much warmth, and softness, decadently luscious...I'd feel her heartbeat, huge, pounding around me, every jiggle and quake from her footfalls...or if I was slipped down into her bra cup, trapped between her breast and the sturdy, supportive garment, forced and pressed against her, smelling her, feeling her...

I grunt, feeling indescribable pleasure welling up, building, building and..."Nyyyuuhhhhhh!" I utter, finally reaching release, thick ropes of cum shooting up and out, splattering against my lap, onto the floor, and -God- nearly in my face. My body shudders and trembles, ecstatic from the release, but ashamed at being so blatantly open, confessing my obsession and fetish to Kat.

I can't even look at her, and so I just sit there, looking at the mess in front of and on me, gawking at Kat's generous curves, feeling a wave of fatigue washing over me, lulling me into near unconsciousness.
 
Omg stop he must think we're crazy

We are crazy, bitch. And besides, I'm hungry.

I think it's kind of sexy. And besides look at him.

I know, poor thing. He's half asleep already, sitting there.

but you're...smearing it all around. And he really likes that...action figure...

mmmm...<slurp>....mmmm yum yum yum...

"You just go to sleep, Charles. I'll clean this up."

yum yum yum...mine mine mine mine mine...
 
The Next Day

It's mostly dark when I open my eyes, groaning as I stretch, feeling every knot and kink in my back. I sit up, looking around me and trying to get my bearings.

Where am I? I wonder, shivering slightly as I feel a draft whisper across my skin. Am I...in the hall outside my room? What the...

And then I remembered the night before, the ride with Shauna and discovering Kat in my room, looking at my private pictures and finances. She made me feel so little...so insignificant... And then I remembered how Kat got me so fucking aroused, the way she talked to me, teasing me, talking down to me, showing of her body and flaunting it.

She's so much better than those camgirls and pictures...but...

The action figure...her tits...crushing and then...I came and she...she used that action figure...she scooped up my...and slurped it off...oh god...

She's also crazy, I think.

Crazy hot, comes a voice I don't remember giving permission to speak.

Groggily I stand, shivering again at the sudden chill running through the house. I pull on a dirty hoodie and some sweats, the only articles of clothing that I can find in the mostly barren condo. Rounding a corner I see stacks of boxes in the front room nearest the door, which stands wide open. Kat is here, seemingly considering which boxes she's going to move next.

"Uh...m-morning Kat," I say, rubbing my eyes. "You, ahhh...you've been busy."
 
"Oh, sweeeeeetie you're awake!!!!" I squeal, bouncing over to him with my arms wide and throwing my arms around him and squeezing him in my arms to my chest. I hear something like a 'mmmph!' or an 'hnnngh!' or something but i think he can breathe so i jus keep him in the hug for a moment. "Isn't this so exciting!!! Your last day here, your first night with meeee?!?"

I pull him out to arm's reach, holding him by the shoulders, wild grin on my face and haha my hair is probably a fright but he's not lookin at my hair haha

"You like my rainbow t-shirt?"
 
The moment Kat notices me, I freeze like a deer in headlights as she bounces over. I have only a moment to take in the sight of her outfit and -God- her body before she collides with me: Up top, Kat wears a thin, yellow t-shirt stretched over her impressive bust, form-fitting to her torso. A rainbow applique puckers and ripples as its sturdy structure deforms around curves it simply was not meant to compete with. I can easily see the outline of her bra through the insubstantial material and can't stop myself from imagining what she'd look like without that bra on. Yikes...there'd be little left to the imagination...how is Kat so impossibly buxom?!?! Down below, Kat is wearing plain white Keds, and faded jeans that look ready to explode off her thighs as she moves towards me. Ooofta...what does her ass look like in those? Probably looks painted on...

That's all I could think when I'm swept into Kat's smothering embrace, my face disappearing between her huge breasts. I splutter and protest, every word muffled to near silence. She holds me there a moment longer, asking me about today, such an exciting day.

For her.

"I...yeah Kat...super excited," I say, forcing as much joy into my voice as possible. "But...gosh it's dark in here." I look at the windows, seeing some blinds open, but it still seems oddly dim for what I expect the time to be.

How early did I wake up?
 
"It's the day of the total eclipse, silly!" I laugh, seeing the confusion on his face. Yes it's like almost 2:30 and yes it's really dark but yes it's the eclipse! The Day of the Eclipse!

"Now let's get some boxes moved!" I say, turning, bending at the waist to pick up a box of books...
 
I nearly smack myself in the forehead. No kidding! I remember following this for weeks and weeks, wanting to experience it, a once in a lifetime event...but it's like the past couple months or so have...well...they've...

My thoughts slow a bit as I watch Kat slllloooowwwwly bend over in front of me, reaching for a box of books. I instictively want to caution her to bend at her knees, but seeing the full moon of her ass test the toughness of her denim jeans, hearing that slight <creak> of the seams, I nearly melt on the spot.

It's like...my life has been eclipsed by Kat...she's slowly slid into place, casting her shadow over me...and I don't know how long this eclipse will last...

I watch as Kat lifts the box with ease, and I move to grab the box next to it, another one marked "BOOKS." I bend down at the knees and lift, my legs shaking a bit as I struggle with the heavy box. Jeez, she packed these FULL...
 
"The eclipse is so cool..." I muse, standing with a box, blowing a lock of hair off my face and seeing him snapp to attention, "I've been looking forward to it for such a long time..." I watch as he bends to pick up another box of books, like the one I have. "..and now it's finally here! It's, like, so awesome..."

I watch, easily holding the box in my arms, as he struggles to stand and - whoooops! - almost topple over with the one he's trying to lift. "Heyyy...!" I giggle, "Watch it there, little guy..." It's truue he looks even littler now than he did yesterday, and especially with struggling to pick up that box he's like haha getting to be a twerp. "I packed that one, uh, really full..." I attempt, "...the heaviest books." He relents, allows the box to drop. "Maybe try....that one over there. It's got some clothes in it."

I turn again, stepping out the open door to the eerie but thrilling daytime dusk. Eclipse eclipse eclipse!
 
I stubbornly try the box of books again, but it's just too heavy, nearly tipping me over to the side each time I try to lift it. My how things have changed, I think glumly as I flex my hands, a little sore from gripping the box so tightly. I walk over to the box of clothing, finding it a little easier. Normally, I'd have Kat carry the lighter boxes while I carry the heavier ones...but...not today.

I walk out the door, up the ramp and into the truck, placing the box of clothing up as high as I can reach, which doesn't seem to be very far. I can't be THAT short, I grunt, stepping on my tippy toes to get the box onto a tall stack of heavier items. Kat's shoes <clomp clomp clomp> up the ramp, and when I turn to her, I have to keep my mouth from dropping to the ground.

Jeez...she seems even taller than yesterday or the day before...she must be a foot and a half taller than me!

As she sets down the heavy box, she smiles and hands me a pair of cheap-looking glasses, telling me to go take a look at the eclipse. I slip the glasses on and look up at the sun:

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Wow...you can just barely see the sun from behind the moon!
 
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