Mine (ambiguouscaptain and miu_meowww)

"Oh, just going through some things," I sayy, plainly, from where I sit at his computer desk, half-turned towards him but looking at the images on the two monitors, "maybe you can explain some of this to me?"




<ty Ben for the pic and to our readers: I'm on vacation over the next week yayy but my chances to post might be few and far between>

I stand there, numb, my feet rooted to the ground. It feels like the gravity holding me down just increased threefold. If I'm honest, part of me wishes the ground would swallow me up, anything to take me away from here. I glance from one screen to the next.

"I...uh," I splutter, trying to think fast on my feet. "S-some of what?" I swallow noisily, my throat parched and my mouth full of cotton.

On one screen, my finances in Quicken. Showing not only the serious decline in income, but also my subscriptions to several websites. GiantessWorld.com...ManCrusher.net...ugh...I wish I had disguised those names better! I lament inwardly, looking to the other screen and nearly fainting.

Picture after picture of gigantic women or shrunken men. Kat clicks almost absentmindedly, though she lets a few of them linger. The ones where the lady looks like...her...

"I...uh...those...I can...umm..." My mind races, but it's no use. How can I possibly explain my way out of this? "I don't know what to say," I squeak, scratching the side of my head in my distress.

I don't even look at him I don't need to. The emotions coming from him are so strong bathing me in him making me feel oh goddd yesss like they're feeding me and I know exactly what he's thinking feeling reading him like a book I know so much more now it's all coming clear these pictures these women these shrunken shrunken men

pervert

I slowly take off these glasses of his that i found I don't need them I just wanted to look authoritative when he came in haha. It's working he feels like an embarrassed naughty little boy behind me, standing there just in the doorway

"Come in, sit," I say, pulling over an extra chair I had moved in here just for thiss. The tone of my voice, also, its helping I can feel him it's like he's getting ready for a scolding

I let the slideshow run, the pictures I found in the folders he has so meticulously organized and sorta tried to hide. So many pictures! Stories, videos, there's no way I can look at them all but hahaha I was a little shocked at how..much

"GTS" I think he called this folder I'm guessing that stands for "giantess" which haha look at these girls. Huge. Sitting on men, sticking them in between their boobs. Walking around a city bigger than the buildings. Is this what he likes ??? Omigod haha the poor thing no wonder...

There are other folders too I'm not even going to tell him I found "LEGS" "ASS" "FEET" "BREASTS" "HIPS" so obsessed "BDSM/Domme" yessss so many ideas and omg..."ABDL" "BF/ANR" oh sweetie...

Tthe "GTS" slideshow still running, I reach over and turn the smaller monitor towards me a bit, waiting for him. Tho I asked him to come he hasn't moved a muscle, the chairs right here next to me.

"Charlie..." I start, still not looking at him and raising my voice maybe more than I need but haha it works...

"SIT."

It's like he's moving thru water, thick liquid to get to me. Hes not saying a word and I know all he wants to do is run the other way disappear or haha shrink away to nothingness. At least then I'd know what to do w him ooo I have places I could put him

But he does come he does listen he does obey. He's so tense it's like he's going to crack but he manages to come to sit in the little kitchen chair I slid in here to the desk. He barely looks at me but he does notice my sweater dress my legs my stockings. My chair is so much bigger I sit higher so straight and he's down there aside me ahhhh it's like he's cowering i'm towering he seems so little

"Charlie," I begin, mouse in hand and moving the cursor over to the smaller monitor, drawing his attention there where I've obviously pulled up his financials his Quicken he should really have put a pw on this haha, "can you tell me who all these people are? That you gave all this money to over the summer?"

its a little whine, a little noncommital nothing that squeaks out of this throat. its like hes shrinking disappearring even as he's sitting right next to me. ohhh the shame the embarrassment he's feeling and he's being so passive so meek i haha i can barely take it its so strong makes me wanna moan but mmmmmmmm

"'Giantess Vera'....'Mistress Candi'...." I point out, controlling my voice and showing him all these withdrawals from his account, "three hundred dollars..? a hundred and fifty dollars...? omigod Charlie a thousand dollars..?" He's not saying anything he's speechless so meek so embarrassed of what i'm doing to him but acutely aware of these images flashing thru on the big screen to the right these women with huge boobs dwarfing crushing smushing

The list of withdrawals goes on and on and on

"Is this where all your money went? Hm, Charlie? To all these...what? Cam girls?" I continue, feeling myself growing more and more inside, knowing haha how needy he's going to be he's totally broke his savings gone, "What was it for? Pictures? Videos? Did you pay these girls to pretend to be like...this??"

Now we're looking at the pictures...

<Okay so Miu asked me to take over as Charlie again for the time being; ambiguouscaptain has been incommunicado and we all hope he's alright. Thanks for all your patience with the changes>

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My heart racing, my whole body sweating. Fight or flight but I'm doing neither. Is it that I'm that weak, physically or mentally, that I can't move? No, that's not it...it's like I'm stuck, anchored to this little chair by an insurmountable weight. It's the weight of my shame, I know it. It has me pinned. I'm trapped. I can't believe that she found this and its made me feel all of two inches tall.

But why am I letting her do this? What is it in me that's not just insisting she leave, leave me alone? Why am I not angry at this invasion of my privacy? Holy god this is the young, awkwardly ditzy paralegal from the office! The psycho that stalked me for months. Yes she's grown a foot and developed the body of a superwoman. It's bizarre, it's unnatural but it's clouded my judgement and she's logged onto my computer, looking into my financials?? My private files?? I should be livid! And she should go!

But I'm a sheep. And I feel one thousand percent like one as I slouch forward and look at the ground. What did she ask before?? I'm...confused...

She tells me to sit up straight, eyes forward. On instinct, I do.

Why am I letting her do this? The bigger question: Why did I do this?? Why did I spend months blowing all my savings on porn, custom videos, chat time with curvy cam girls? What was I looking for?? That time holed up in my room sitting in that chair hours, days, weeks on end, all that money - wasted. The time is gone, and it seems like a blur. What was I thinking??? Was I possessed??

I'm pretty convinced I have a mental illness.

He's collapsing crumbling sitting right next to me something's changing he's questioning everything full of doubts anxieties so confused so fragile right now so ready for me to take more to take over more to imprint more he needs me he wants me to sitting here I'm bigger I'm the bosssss

I see right into him and I can't help it the pheromones just come...

"You have an obsession with this, you really do," I say, plainly, feeling his mind changing his thoughts and neurons a jumble but rearranging themselves gradually slowly bit by bit for me, "it's like an addiction, and it can't go on. You know that, right?"

Oh he's so passive so meekly quiet and I can feel what I'm doing to him he...haha I can tell how he feels about how I'm treating him it's fucking lighting him in dark secret places. Let's playyyy....

'Are u listening to me?" I ask, sternly, challenging him with my gaze - which he can't meet, "What did I just say, Charlie? Huh? Care to repeat back what I just said?”

I flush in embarrassment, cowed by her authoritative tone. "Y-y-y-you said I have an addiction..." I say, weakly, unable to look up and have to deal with either the strength of her gaze or the incessant slideshow of my humiliating porn across the huge monitor.

is that what it is? an addiction?

"Yes good boy," I sayy, allowing him lite praise. I'm jazzed totally jazzed i never get to be like this having someone listen to me being in charge being a boss ahhh. His shame over all this is letting me treat him any way I want he'll listen to anything

"You spent all your money on this, Charlie," I continue, my voice still stern enough to hide my inner smile, "it's a problem, isn't it?" Eyes still cast down he squirms, not wanting to admit anything or strong enough to look at me. The thought that he's so ashamed of what he's done and at the same time obviously so helpless when it comes to women so obsessed so fixated nnnnnggghhh I llllove itt

"You need help, Charlie, and I'm going to help you. Here…” I continue, turning to my left to grab one of the several sketchbooks I found under his mattress. I had it opened to a particular page. "Tell me about this..."

I glance at the page for what seems like hours, not really even seeing it, not until Kat says she wants me to tell her about it...

You need help, Charlie...

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God, look at it, I think, the paper finally coming into focus. Everywhere I look, the words Boobs, Breasts, Tits...and those pictures...Did I draw those? I must have...I...I don't remember... I take the sketchbook from her, murmuring, "I...I don't...Kat...how d-do I explain...?" I can barely meet her gaze, feeling the shame welling up in me.

Instead, I settle on looking at Kat's chest, staring at the immense tits bulging out of her tight top. I can feel it almost instantly, the building arousal causing my cock to start to stiffen. Jesus...not...not now...

"You...w-want to help me?" I croak, my words sounding strained, uneasy. "...h-how?"

"How?" I repeat back, noticing where his eyes have found themselves and putting just enough scorn in my voice to cow him a little more, "How can I help?"

Omg he's totally staring at my tits again. Even at a time like this.

"This is a fetish isn't it?" I say, controlling my tone now, more quietly, patiently. Controling my own voice, controlling him. He likes being controlled "I think I can help you with that..."

My breathing - I'm purposefully breathing nice and slow, nice and deep. Letting him watch, for the moment, my big breasts swell up and downn in my tight top, filling the neckline with dramatic, healthy bulges of cleavage. Letting those pheromones flow off me and do what they will.

“Charlie, look at all these," I say, pulling up older sketchbooks, thumbing through them in front of him, drawing his eyes, "look at all these women you've drawn. Did you notice this? Starting in the spring, into June, into the summer..." He even has them dated haha. "Have you noticed how the pictures all start to change? Over time?" I continue, "Have you noticed how they all started to look like me?"

As he remains speechless and subdued, my voice is brimming with unlimited confidence, even as I draw his attention back to the big monitor screen.

"And these?" I say, pointing out all the folders of redhead camgirls, "And these?" Tall busty girls with my smile, green eyes. "They all look like me, Charlie, they do. And you collected them. Hundreds of them, thousands of pictures, so much money spent on videos, or the chance to talk with them. Girls that look like me. Why, Charlie? What were you looking for?"

I glance at the pics then up at Kat from my seat. She's right...at first the girls look nothing like Kat, various body shapes (though all with huge breasts), different eye and hair color. Even their facial expressions are cruel or indifferent, as though men are bugs to be crushed underfoot.

Then I watch as Kat clicks on my screen, minimizing and maximizing cam girl after cam girl, as I flip through my sketchbook. More and more, the women's faces and features morph, becoming more and more like Kat. It's almost like watching a flipbook animation, seeing her features emerge, her face soften into a more...motherly, beatific expression. Even the body shape is, well, it's identical.

Kat is watching me with that same expression - stern yet compassionate and caring, with the hint of laughter in those glittering green eyes. It's embarrassing to be caught like this, but my obsession...my...fetish...it's focused on her...she's my dream girl? Kat? But she's...

I decide to minimize the subject, mumbling, "It...i-it's just...p-porn..."

“Porn, hm?" I purrr, flipping to another folder that he has, full of videos of god knows whut, "But people hide their porn, don't they? Guys try to make it so that no one can find it, not their wife, not their girlfriends..."

He's quivering.

"But not you, sweetie. Not you," I continue, "All this stuff, on your computer...there's no passwords, it's all easy to find." It's true, it's basicallly all on his dessktop. "It's almost like you WANTED me to find them. Is that it? U wanted me to know this about you? Ohhh sweetie…”

Wanted her to find this? No I didn't want her to find this! I bite my lower lip in thought. But...why didn't I put passwords on the folders...why were they on my desktop? Why didn't I clear my history, like I always do? It didn't make any sense, unless...unless Kat was right. But why would I want her to know this about me? It's embarrassing, especially when I'm dating a woman who puts those cam girls to shame with her growing curves and height...

"I...I d-didn't," I protest, shaking my head, trying to meet her eyes but...I just can't. "That w-was...th-those are...p-private...n-none of your business..." My voice cracks, like a prepubescent boy.

“Well, if I'm going to be your girlfriend, if you're going to live in my house, under my roof, it is my business," I say, sharply. I look at him, all shrunken and shakingg and ready to wither away from me and even as his shame is feeding me ah it's like a drug, I know I have to play to his ego a little bit show him,

"You say it's just your porn," I continue, dropping my voice again, "But I can be your porn, Charlie. I can be that big pair of tits for you. I can be the legs the hips the ass. The hair and the lips." oh godd i feel every inch of my body my womans body i am aware of its power suddenly over him so acutely. women over men women over men, "I know that's why your with me Charlie. It's okay, I know. Let me be that woman's body for you, to obsess over perv over jerk off to..."

haha

"I don't mind," I say, "I really don't..."

He looks up at mee, for the briefest moment, and tries to speak but he can't put the words together. Its like he wants to apologize for being a man.

"It's okay, Charlie, I understand," I say, wicked honey in my voice, "I understand the guilt you feel being so obsessed, being so fixated..." I raise one hand up and cup his cheek, possessively. ""It's hard, I know," I coo, "I understand the guilt you feel, being dominated by women..."

What?!? I somehow manage to splutter in my own thoughts. It's private, it's not her business no matter whose roof I'm under...but why can't I say it out loud to her...? I fidget in my seat, picking at my nails and cuticles, unsure of how to respond when everything she says is...

"No...It's...it's not true," I lamely say. "I don't know why a lot of those women l-look like y-you." I look up at the ceiling, searching for what to say next. "I...I don't want to just j-jerk off all day," the fraction of rational me that's in this conversation says.

She is right though, I admit to myself. I do feel guilty...what's wrong with me? Why am I so obsessed with this fetish? It's like I never tire of it, never get disgusted with it. The more I watch, the more I imagine and fantasize - the more fixated I become...

I shake my head, "I-I...I'm not...g-g-guilty...and I d-don't like being...d-d-dominated by women...'sjust f-fantasy...p-porn..."

"Awww, sweetie, shhhhhhh...." I hush him, finding his llying so adorable like he's fibbing to his mommy being caught with naughty pictures, "it's okay, it is...lots of men like that. Lot's of men are...submissive."

He shudders, trembling in my hand, his face. I feel the emotions welling up in him, suddenly he's becoming overwhelmed with everything - with what's happened, with this moment. Is he - ?

"Are you going to cry, baby? Hm?" I coo, sweetening my voice with even more wicked sugar as my eyes gleam,"It's okay..."

I pet his cheek as he starts to tremble more, my own heart starting to race, my pheromones pouring from me doing god knows what to him at this point but he's yesssss he's oh godddd feel thattttt....

"Cry for me, baby, it's okay..."

I don't want to, but the tears come. Kat's soothing tone softens me...and...something else. The air feels thick around me, peppered with a scent that reminds me of comfort and safety. I let myself get pulled by her, Kat's strong hand behind my head, guiding me forward into her embrace.

My face sinks into her soft chest, the air feeling almost syrupy, like I could cut it with a knife. I turn my head in, my nose and eyes burrowing into Kat's breasts. My tears, hot and stinging, soak into her dark blue sweater. A muffled sob escapes for only a moment before I press my mouth to Kat's soft, comforting bosom, trying to hide this moment of weakness from her.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I groan to myself. Getting caught like this, having my fetishes and fantasies exposed and discovered by Kat...and then to cry like this in front of her? Get a hold of yourself, man! I urge myself, but the tears keep coming, and I keep nuzzling into Kat's embrace.

"Omg, oh sweetie, oh yes..." I squeal, my heart suddenly exploding ten sizes bigger as I feel his first sobs come. He's crying for me! Omigod he's crying for me! "It's okay, it's okay honey...cry. Let it out, cry for me..."

Sob. Sob sob sob comes his breath his shaking his wet tears now onto my big breast

"That's good, that's right," I coo, petting his head, holding him, comforting him as he cries. I've turned my chair towards him and leaned forward just enough. He's falling, collapsing into his emotions, into his memories and regrets, how he's let himselff get this far sink this loww. "I'm here, sweetie," I say, "I'm here to catch you."

"Cry for me baby," I continue, seeing my phone off to my left and getting my best idea yet, "keep crying. It's good for you..." I reach for it and turn it on with my left hand, still holding him in place with my right. I want this, suddenly, I want this so bad, a picture, a selfie of him crying on my breast. A snapshot of this moment when he's so vulnerable.

I lift up the phone, a bit above my head and point it down towards us. Even though he has no chance of doing it, crying like he is, I look up into the camera and pose and say to him:

"Smile!"

Kat is shushing me and cooing over me, rocking me against her warm, soothing chest. I squirm slightly, but the tears keep coming as I rub my face against her top, trying to wipe away the tears. I feel her shift slightly, letting me go with one hand, reaching for something. Her voice, still comforting, takes on a sing-song tone, asking me...to...

Smile? I'm crying...why...why would I smile? More tears roll out of my eyes, spilling down my cheeks and onto her breasts.

A few more moments pass as I finally start to calm down, though still feeling the sting of shame for crying like this in front of Kat. I take a few seconds to compose myself, then pull away from Kat's pillowy tits. She smiles as she indicates she wants to show me something.

I turn a bit in her lap, swiveling to see her tilting her phone screen towards me, showing me...

Oh...oh god...

"So this moment will last forever!" I gigggle, looking at the photo again myself so great, "the first time you cried for me!" Omg I wish I could record that feelingg, that feeling of him sobbing at my breast wiping his face on me oooo taking my comfortt

"I could send you thiss if u want?" I offer, giggling again and getting the response I figured I'd get. He doesn't want this pic he just wants away he wants to curl up an die haha. He does pull away a little, still sniffling. I keep my comforting hand on his thin shoulder. I can still feel the moist warmth of his tears on my chesttt

"Awwww..." I coo, still giggling, searching his face for his eyes, "shhhhh....I understand...."

His gaze can't keep mine and in fact flits over to the big monitor where some big woman is squashing some tiny little man under her thick muscular thigh.

"You don't want our selfie," I say, putting the phone down, "but maybe we can take some other pictures. Maybe ones like this..." Now we're both looking at the screen. "Would that help? Would that make things better?"

I feel the shock and surprise wash thru himm

"Would u like me to be your giantess?"

<giggle!>

I...holy shit...her breasts... I knew Kat's boobs were big. It was kind of hard not to notice them, honestly. But that picture...I mean...my head is smaller than...they're massive. I almost groan and whine when Kat pulls the picture away, wanting to look at it a bit more, but her cooing and shushing keeps me calm, keeps me quiet.

I hear another click, and my eyes look at the screen, seeing the picture of a woman pinning a man down under her thigh, her muscles bulging obscenely as she flexes and poses for the camera.

...but maybe we can take some other pictures. Maybe ones like this...

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My mind races and my heart thuds in my chest as I instantly replace every cam girl, every drawing and picture of giantess models and artwork with Kat. I gulp nervously, trembling in Kat's grip.

Would that help? Would that make things better?

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Yes...very yes... "I dunno Kat...er...k-kinda..." I murmur.

Would u like me to be your giantess?

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plz

“But it's not just the porn, is it?" I say to him, as he's obviously strugggling w his shame the thought of me taking pictures of myself crushing little - omigod so funny! - crushing little men. "It wasn't just getting pictures like this, stuff to jerkk off to, was it?" I continue, rubbing his upper arm possesively, "Giving them money made them seem bigger, more powerful than you. It was like a...like a submission, wasn't it? It made u feel smaller, didn't it, Charlie? To give up so much them?"

give it all up to meeee charlieeeee....i can take it alll...