I had just finished class and was heading in to work. I enjoyed being a cashier at McClanahan’s Fleet, a retail fleet store that I was working at to support myself while I was at college. I had just got a job there a few months ago and was finally beginning to really get to know people, which made work far more enjoyable. The really nice thing about working at McClanahan’s was that the store employed a ton of attractive college girls. And because I was fortunate enough to be a cashier, I got to talk with lots of them. Unfortunately for me, I had found out that most of the said college girls were in relationships.

      Despite the fact that every girl I hit at work on was taken, it seemed I was getting no real luck at college either. I thought about this a bit as I pulled into the employee parking lot. While disconcerting at face value, I decided that it didn’t really bother me much- I wasn’t truly looking for a serious relationship. It would be something nice to pass the time, but ultimately I could get along ok without one. However, I was admittedly an unabashed rake of man. I liked the company of the ladies, and I knew it. So I lied to myself, and tried my best to convince myself that I wasn’t lonely.

 
      I locked my car and walked inside the store. Jaunting into the employee break room, I clocked in at the time clock and headed back downstairs.

       As I headed down to be assigned to a till, I ran into my supervisor, Diane Pritchard. Diane was a beautiful lady, who was tall and busty. She looked like she was about thirty or thirty five, but I knew she was probably over forty. Diane wasn’t a manager, but she was the department head for cashiers, so in a way she was like my boss. Yet she was so friendly that I didn’t feel extremely tense around her. She was holding her clipboard and she peered over her glasses and smiled at me.

      “Hey Joe, nice to see you today,” she greeted me.

      I was one of the few cashiers that went out of their way to make conversation with Diane. She seemed to really appreciate it, and often sought me out to make small talk when things got slow at work.

       “Hey Diane. Are you working the floor today?” If she was working the floor I would be seeing a lot of her as she dealt with common cashier problems that arose throughout the day.

       “You know, I am,” she replied cheerfully, as if she knew we’d be likely talking a lot later that night.

       “That makes my day to hear that.” At first glance one might accuse me of sucking up to my “boss”, but I honestly meant what I said. After getting nowhere with the women my own age it was nice to get some female companionship.

       She smiled and blushed slightly. “Oh thank you sweetie. You’re going to be on 12 today.” She pointed to the register I was assigned to and went back to her clipboard.

       I fired up my till, hit the light on the lane and got to work. I always thought that among cashiers my age that I had a good work effort. It was initially the reason Diana and I had started a bit of a friendship in the first place- she had noticed I worked hard and complimented me on it. From there we had developed a budding friendship that had grown over the past few months. It was weird to think I was friends with a woman who was likely twice my age, but I was.

      It was a busy morning, and I had a near constant rush of customers. One man paid with an extremely large check, which needed to be verified by a supervisor. I called Diane over to clear the man’s check.

      I watched as she strode across the store and entered my lane. She leaned across and began the standard procedure of inspecting the check, to be sure it wasn’t counterfeit. Devilishly, I snuck a peek at her top, to see if it had exposed her chest at all. I was surprised to find that it had, and her round breasts were hanging loosely down exposing her sexy cleavage.  I gazed into the bust of a fully mature woman and greatly enjoyed the view.

      Diane finished and handed the check to me, and I was careful not to get caught peeking. I ran the check through and thanked her.

      Throughout the day I periodically needed to call her over. I piggishly scoped out her figure the entire time when she was preoccupied. She was pretty hot, with her dishwater blonde hair, green eyes, and pretty pink nails. Yet after a while, I began to feel weird. Diane was probably 20 years older than I was. I wasn’t entirely sure she would appreciate all the attention I was giving her, had she known about it. Essentially, I knew I was acting like a pervert, and the guilt was getting to me. Regardless, I knew I was just a lonely guy who had suddenly realized how attractive his boss was. I resolved that I would stop sneaking glances from here on out. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do.

      The afternoon rush of customers ended shortly thereafter, and the night began to wind down. An elderly lady came through my line with a few large bags of birdseed. She needed my help to lift the bags to ring them up, and she had put them on the bottom rack of her shopping cart.

      It wasn’t much of a problem, so I went into the lane and stooped over to find the barcodes on the bags. Here’s the thing- in between the lanes cashiers have mirrors that allow them to see what’s in the lower rack of carts, to catch shoplifters. As I bent over my eye caught this mirror, and I could see what was going on behind me.

      Surprisingly, I saw Diane walk by nonchalantly. She spied me out of the corner of her eye, stopped, and quite deliberately scoped me out. I could tell she didn’t know I was watching, and the look on her face was unmistakable- she was definitely checking out my goods.  I didn’t know whether to feel complimented or violated. I guess I got what was coming to me.

      I continued about my work, acting as if nothing had happened. However I did resolve to keep a closer eye on Diane Pritchard in the future. A part of me was pleased that at least one woman thought I was something to look at.

     That evening Diane and I talked at the end of my till. It was just petty small talk, and nothing of consequence. Consciously, I suppressed the urge to ask her if she was married. She didn’t wear a ring, and other folks called her Ms. Pritchard, so I assumed she wasn’t. Yet at her age and with her figure I found it hard to believe she was single. Regardless, I was being foolish in even thinking that any romantic encounter with her was a possibility- she was far older than me and far out of my league in the looks department. Still, I had caught her examining me, and it seemed that she was truly interested. She certainly enjoyed talking with me, and actively sought me out. Maybe she was attracted to me?

      It didn’t matter. I needed to be professional, and she was twice my age, and likely married or at least seeing someone. While I had no problem entertaining myself with dirty thoughts in my head, the fact was she was certainly off limits in real life.

      As we closed down, I thought more about Diane. I couldn’t get my mind off of her. I handed my cashbox in at the end of the night, clocked out, and headed home.

      After driving a ways, I remembered I was out of shaving cream and shampoo. I spied the local Target and decided to make a quick stop. Maybe I would get a pizza or something for dinner as well.

       I worked my way through the store, grabbing all the items I needed. As I made my way up to the registers, I overheard a woman’s voice that I recognized. I moved in to investigate and discovered it was Diane, and she was talking to someone on her cell as she was checking out.

      I slid into a register next to her, careful so that she would avoid seeing me. I didn’t feel like running into my boss outside of work. Besides, I had homework to do and I didn’t want to be kept from that for too long. And, at the same time, I could eavesdrop on her conversation. The cashier rang my items up.

      Being that I was right next to her, I couldn’t help but overhear her phone conversation. Diane was apparently speaking with a close friend of hers. I caught a few snippets of the one sided conversation that intrigued me.

     “Oh well it’s been very hard for me. The house is always very alone.”

      “No, I’m sure. Certainly. Yep, it was 16 years ago. You got it.”

      “Well, I’m doing fine Joanne. You know I really appreciate you remembering. It’s so nice of you to think of me.”

      “No, I’m not seeing anyone. It’s hard, you know. I’ve got a few men I’m interested in, but I’m not sure. I don’t know if I can move on yet.”

      “You’re right, I should. Yeah.”

 
     It was tough to make out exactly what she was talking about, but from what I could gather, Diane had suffered a great loss. Basically, a friend of hers had called her on the anniversary of her fiancé’s death, and encouraged her to date again.

      I felt horrible. I had no idea Diane had been a widow for 16 years. It was no wonder she always talked to me- she was lonely and all by herself. I wanted to do something for her, as a friend.

      She hung up and grabbed her bags, heading outside to leave. I finished paying and shadowed her close behind, careful to leave a low profile. As soon as she exited the store she cut quickly to the right and collapsed on a bench, distraught.

       I sat on a bench nearby, and waited as she cried herself out. Clearly, she was still dealing with her loss, and I felt compelled to help her. In fact, in my gut I knew I was probably one who could. In a weird sort of way, her loneliness reminded me of my own loneliness.

      I waited until she got a hold of herself. I knew what I needed to do. Like some kind of Casanova, I swooped in to her “rescue.”

      “Hey there Diane.”  I felt oddly natural. Whenever I talked with younger women, I always felt this feeling of uneasiness that stemmed from my innate awkwardness. However, at this particular moment the right words came to me easily. It was uncanny because there was no way I should feel normal in this situation, but I really didn’t care anymore.

      She had her face buried in her hands, and she hadn’t noticed me. “Wha…? Who’s there?” she asked as she sniffled.

      “It’s me, Joe. From work.”

      “Oh.” She tried to cover herself, turning away. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this Joe.”

      I threw my arm around her. “It’s ok Diane. I can tell you’re pretty broke up. Why don’t you tell me about it? I bet you’ll feel better.”

      She initially refused, stating that it was no big deal. After some coaxing, I managed to open her up. She admitted that it was the anniversary of when her fiancé had died, 16 years ago. I listened carefully. She told me that her friend had called, and she was happy that someone had thought of her today. I did my best to comfort her, and we made small talk. In no time at all I had turned her thoughts to other things and had got her thinking of the future and all she had ahead of her.

      Her mood had improved drastically. I enjoyed talking with her, and listening to what she had to say. We really hit it off, but before long it was time to head home. 

      Eventually, I escorted Diane back to her car, which was across the parking lot. Diane sniveled softly as we walked, then seemed to gain her composure back. I’m sure the fresh air felt good. The night was young, and the air was crisp and refreshing.

      She gestured to her car, pointing it out and we walked up along side of it. I felt horrible for her. Here she was, a sweet wonderful lady with no one in her life. I realized that she had obviously never fully recovered from her loss. She was really attractive, so I told her she shouldn’t have had any issues finding men. She took the compliment well, and seemed to perk up.

      Our encounter reached an awkward point as I wondered what to do at her car. In a moment she would be off and the next time I would see her would be at work. This would really be an uncomfortable way to end our conversation. I knew what I needed to do.

      As she turned to open the door on her car, I put my hand on her shoulder.
 “Hey, Diane. I wouldn’t mind keeping you company for a while longer, if that’s ok with you. The night’s still pretty young, and I would hate to see you go home alone like this.”

      She moved in for a hug, her teary eyes beaming as she grasped me in a tight embrace.

     “Oh thank you! I would love that. You’re such a sweetheart, Joe.” I couldn’t help but feel her heavy breasts pressing into me. I knew I was being turned on, but I was determined to make this about her. I set myself straight- I wouldn’t allow my “second head” to dictate my actions tonight.

      “Joe, I have a wonderful idea,” she suddenly suggested, breaking our hug but still grasping me by my elbows, “why don’t you come with me to my place, I’ll make you something to eat! It’s been so long since I’ve had anyone to cook for! Please Joe?”

      “I can do that.” I didn’t really have anything going on.

      She giggled like a schoolgirl, and unlocked the doors to her car. “Go ahead, get in!”

     Her demeanor had totally changed, like someone had relit her whole existence. Suddenly she had something to be excited about. I was pleased to see her so happy. I climbed into the passenger seat.

      On the ride over to her house she chatted excitedly about dinner. She asked me all kinds of questions about what I would want to eat, what I liked and didn’t like. The whole conversation gave me this weird vibe. It was as if I was on a date with a young girl, where she was going to cook for me for the first time. Yet, on the other hand, it was like talking with my mother about dinner at the same time. Diane had a certain motherliness to her, and yet retained a girlyness as well. I would be lying if I didn’t admit it was incredibly sexy.

      By the time we made it to her little house, we had decided that I liked steak and potatoes with biscuits. I helped her carry her bags in, and she ushered me quickly into her little house.

      It was cute, almost quaint. At first glance you could tell that it was inhabited by a single person. Most rooms seemed to be painted in a sunlight yellow or pastel pink, and there was a great deal of empty space, but it was really clean. It was not a particularly large house, just a little Victorian thing. I was impressed.

      “You have a nice house Diane.”

     She smiled proudly, and showed me into the kitchen. “Have a seat, make yourself at home! Do you want something to drink?” She opened the fridge. “Would you like a beer?”

      I saw she had a few cans of Miller Lite. At first I thought I should turn her down. I didn’t feel like consuming any alcohol, never mind light beer, which I wasn’t a huge fan of. However, this whole thing was for her, so I figured one can wouldn’t kill me. Besides I knew she wanted me to have it.

      “Sure, that would be great.” She opened and handed me the beer, and I accepted it graciously.

      “Well, I’m going to bring this stuff upstairs, and then I’ll get started on dinner! I won’t be long!” Diane scooped up her Target bags and hurried upstairs.

      She must be so lonely. It was like she was almost giddy to have someone to talk to. In truth I was glad to have someone to talk with as well.

      I heard her shuffling about upstairs, slamming dresser drawers. She must be changing.

     My thoughts went to the gutter for a bit as I thought about Diane undressing. I always pictured her as a white lingerie woman. My member stirred a bit as I thought about her specific lady parts. For an older woman I was surprised at how easily she could turn me on. The more I got to know her the more intoxicating she got.

      I heard her moving about, likely heading to a bathroom. She must be making herself ready. I thought a bit more about Diane, entertaining myself as I sipped my beer. Diane wouldn’t be interested in a young guy like me, would she? I was probably young enough to be her son. Although, Diane didn’t actually have any kids…

      A medicine cabinet slammed shut, and Diane hurried downstairs. I shouldn’t be thinking about her like that! I remembered the reason why I was even here- tonight was supposed to be about her.

      She entered the kitchen, and she was a pretty stunning sight. I could see that she had thrown on a skirt and a cute top, and she was wearing small high heels. She had touched up her makeup as well. I couldn’t help but notice she had put a bit more effort into her attire than what was necessary for a casual meeting like this. The poor woman was definitely really lonely.

      She smiled cutely, and pulled some steaks out of the freezer and popped them into microwave to defrost.

      “You’re looking really nice tonight Diane.” I complimented her genuinely. She did look good.

      “Oh, thank you. I try.”

     “Did you need any help with that? I could peel potatoes.”

     “That would be great!” She explained to me where they were in the cellar.
 I headed down to the cellar and quickly found the potato sack. I grabbed a few and headed back upstairs.

     We made small talk as I set to work peeling. Diane had grabbed a beer as well. Again, her figure became apparent to me. Watching her prepare the biscuits, I noticed her full thick womanly hips, her curvaceous ass and supple breasts. Her shoulder length dishwater blonde hair was light and voluminous, and it curled slightly upward at the tips. Once she cleaned up she really did look a lot younger, and I couldn’t help but take a long glance at her.

     I realized I was staring at her ass for too long when she turned around and caught me. I pretended to go back to peeling, but I think she knew. She seemed to take the nonverbal comment very well. To cover myself I took a quick pull from my beer. It tasted kind of funny, but then, I supposed all light beer really did.

       It wasn’t long before Diane had cooked up a great dinner. She really was a pretty talented cook. Over dinner we talked about a variety of things. I tried to keep the focus of the conversation on her, but she seemed to be a lot more interested in what I had to say about things. It was like she was trying to figure out a way to ask me something. Finally, curiosity must have got the better of her because she came right out and asked.

      “Are you seeing anyone Joe?”

      This question was a bit startling. It brought me back to the thoughts I’d had of her being romantically interested in me. While the chances of that became more likely, it was also possible that she was merely curious. Regardless, I needed to play it cool. I didn’t want to be boorish.

     “Not at all,” I admitted. “I’m actually having a bit of a problem finding someone right now.”

      I focused intently on her, attempting to gauge her reaction to this. She seemed oddly pleased.

      “That’s too bad! I would have guessed the girls would be all over a nice man like you.”

      I took another sip of beer. “Nope. I’m just enjoying being single right now, I guess.”

      “Well I’ll tell you kiddo, you just be persistent! You have a ton of really great qualities that the ladies love, trust me.” She grabbed my hand and stared deeply into my eyes.

      She had beautiful green eyes, large and expressive. She had look about her that was hungry and simultaneously pleading. I could tell that she was really lonesome inside, and longed for male companionship.

      She reached across the table and began stroking my hand, gently. Her eyes pleaded with me. I began to feel a bit uncomfortable, as she was sending a pretty clear message of what her intentions were.

      For a long while, I just stared back. It was all so sudden, and so perverse. Here was a woman who was probably old enough to be my mother, who was also kind of my boss. Yet she was so intoxicatingly attractive, and clearly wanted me in the worst way. My mind bounced back and forth.

      I wasn’t getting anywhere with the ladies anyways, I thought. What would I have to lose? I was clearly really attracted to this woman.

      On the other hand, what if Diane was looking for a serious relationship? Would I be able to deliver that? No. But I didn’t want to give her a one night stand and bail.

      Why would she be looking for a serious relationship? Don’t make this anything bigger than it already is! Just go for it! You’re only going to get this one chance, I told myself.

      I grasped her hand with my other hand, and carefully stroked it back. Diane smiled coyly. She knew she had been planning this all along, but I think she was surprised that I’d obliged. I heard her kick off her heels underneath the table.

       “Maybe we should go visit upstairs,” she said slowly, in an uncharacteristically low voice. “We can get to know each other a little better.”

      I stood. Diane turned and seductively walked upstairs, where it was dark. She didn’t bother turning the lights on as she went.

      Oh man. This was it. My heart was racing, my mind pulsing. Was I really going to do this? I slammed the rest of my beer and tried to clear my head. Yes. Yes I was going to do this. I was going to have sex with Diane!

     I waited a few seconds for her to get ready, and then I followed her upstairs. As I got up to the second floor, I spotted her bedroom door hanging open, and a soft glow from a lamp illuminated the frame. Gulping, I headed in.

     Diane was sprawled on the bedspread, a true goddess of beauty. Her glasses were already off, as was her top. I eyed her frilly white brassiere, brimming full to bursting from her massive chest meat. She was sensuously massaging her inner thigh. She moved her finger in a “come here” motion.

     I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I wasted no time in moving to the edge of the bed.

      I sat down and began taking my socks off as Diane pulled herself up next to me. She embraced me from behind, running her hands up and down my chest while whispering sultrily into my ear, “You’re going to need to lose that shirt.”

      She didn’t wait for me to respond. Her hands went south, grabbing my shirt and pulling it upwards. After she was finished she cast it aside, giggling. She was clearly enjoying herself, playing the role of the cougar.

     She pulled me down onto the bed with her, and I lay beside her. She could hardly keep her hands to herself, running them up and down my chest, back, and chin. Gingerly, I reached across her curvy hips and pulled her in. She exhaled excitedly, throwing a leg around mine. Her hand immediately went past my belt, down into my drawers until the seized their target. She massaged me smoothly with one hand, fully grasping my member and squeezing, while she unhitched my belt with the other.

     “I want you naked, right now.”

      I simply let her have at it, while I worked her bra. Finally, I was able to free her melons from their prison. They lolled out freely, round and full. Her nipples were large and turgid already, jutting out substantially from her massive breasts. She gasped as I uncovered her.

      She had completely removed my pants and boxers at this point. I kicked them off across the room. Her hands ran across my bare ass, pulling me in close and allowing my throbbing member to press up against her skirt. I watched as she hungrily ran her other hand across my chest, with her pink painted nails and fingers exploring every part.

     I grasped her ass, pulling her skirt off rather easily. She kicked it away in turn. We were both naked, atop her bed, and things were starting to heat up fast. My head was swirling.

     Diane didn’t allow me the luxury of thinking. She kissed me quickly, taking me in completely. Her sweet lips embraced mine, her free hand stroked my rod voraciously. She rolled over, securing her place on top of me and submitting me to the heavy weight of her beautiful chest as her boobs pressed into me. She continued kissing, almost feverishly.

     When she was satisfied with the condition of my cock, she moved gingerly. Positioning herself above me, she allowed her body weight to slowly overcome my rod, as her sheath slid down deliberately. I couldn’t believe that I had just penetrated her! She threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy, and I kissed her exposed neck.

     Her thick hips started gyrating almost immediately, and she let her full body weight carry her through her stroke. I could feel her hot wetness, my penis sliding pleasurably against the back of her vagina. She began breathing heavily, allowing herself to enjoy this experience. This older, much more mature lady was taking me completely, eager to get her total satisfaction from a young man. I knew I needed to deliver.

      I thrust deeply, trying my best to match Diane stroke for stroke. Every time I felt that I had matched her tempo, she increased the pacing in throes of ecstasy. Her wet juicy cunt sopped my member and lower body in her womanly fluids. She smiled devilishly down at me as she started to climax. She thrust one final time, arching her back and holding my penis deep within her. Biting her lower lip she creamed all over me, pussy lips quivering.

      “Oh… OH…” She allowed her orgasm to take her completely. Her boobs heaved in and out, bouncing gently off my chest as she struggled to regain her breath. It looked like it took quite a lot out of her, her beautiful face was flushed, and her eyelids had a drugged look about them, as if she were about to fall asleep.

       I pulled her in close and kissed her tenderly. I was bit relieved that I hadn’t reached orgasm yet. She was all wore out and completely satisfied. I felt proud that I had accomplished my original task of pleasing her tonight, and now there was no question of it.

      Convinced that she was done, I began to pull myself out of her. She snapped to, and grasped me desperately by my ass with both hands, plowing my member back into her muff.

      “NO!” She exclaimed hoarsely. “I’m not done.”

      She forced me down onto the bed, then sat up, straddling me. Her gaze lowered seductively, and she began gyrating up and down on my shaft, running her hands all over her breasts. She played with her puffy nipples, her pink painted nails on her fingertips squeezing them roughly. I could tell she was enjoying herself, feeling like a young woman again. I pumped strongly up into her, and she went wild, clawing desperately at my chest.

      “I want you… so bad. I want you to be mine.” She clasped her lips around mine, not allowing me time to respond. Her hips jacked strongly into mine.

      She released her kiss, and swiftly cradled my head in her cleavage, motor boating me between her huge DDs. Possessively, she grasped at all parts of my body, like she was trying to engulf me into her. I allowed her to take me, but I’m not so sure I had much choice. A woman that was this riled up could be pretty strong, and Diane was no exception.

      She was determined to completely dominate me with her body, smothering me into her breasts and thrusting powerfully into my hips. The woman just let herself go, completely lost to the throes of her carnal passion. In all honesty I was finding it difficult to hang on myself, and we both hit a massive climax at around the same time.

      Diane rolled forward, completely burying my face in her boobs, as my penis surged and pumped my load, over and over into her. She murmured heavenly, pleased to finally accept me. I tranced out as her full weight smothered me and smooshed me deep into the bed. After I had released myself completely, I sort of shut down for a few minutes.

      It was the most sexually gratifying experience I’d ever had. Diane was more attractive than any girl I had ever slept with before, and she was a full blown woman, in every sense of the word. She wanted me more than anything else, and she had been confident enough to seek out a young stud like me. There was something incredibly powerful about a woman like that, and it came out when we were in the sheets.

      Suddenly I snapped out of my sex induced haze. Diane was still on top of me, and her weight was beginning to squash me. I could hear her heart, thumping loudly from the soothing warmth of her bosom.

      She stirred as well, but it was only to pull a bedcover over us. She kept me purposely pinned under her until the cover was set, then she rolled slightly to one side, still holding me firmly against her body.

      “You’re going to spend the night with me. You want that.”

      “I… I do?” Did I? I didn’t really have anything going on tomorrow I guess.

      “Yes. You’re going to be spending many, many nights with me.” Diane cooed seductively.

      Wow. I liked the sound of that. This was the best night of my life, for sure.

 
      Diane wrapped her strong arms around me, pulling me in tighter, and I succumbed to her soothing, warm body. Her silky smooth breast flesh was soft and inviting, and soon I was sound asleep, lulled by her heartbeat.

    Morning came, and the ochre light filtered in through the bedroom blinds. I awoke to Diane moving about, gently running her hands through my hair. It felt really good, physically and on an emotional level. It was nice to feel wanted again, and this woman clearly wanted every part of me. I allowed myself to enjoy this sensuous moment.

      She continued stroking me for a bit, and wrapped a huge leg over mine, spooning me from behind. I could feel the warmth emulating from her bare inner thigh as her skin rubbed up against mine. Gosh, her leg felt so heavy against mine, and her womanly parts were clearly heating up again. Did she want an early morning sex session already? Would nothing sate this woman’s libido?

      Her hands rubbed up and down my arm, venturing southward on occasion and gently brushing my inner thigh for a second, teasing me. For whatever reason, I suddenly felt compelled to keep my eyes closed. She was going to have to work a bit to get me going this time, and I was curious to see how far she’d go. I feigned being asleep. If she wanted me she was just going to have to come get me.

      My penis betrayed my actions, as I felt myself starting to become aroused at her efforts. My traitorous member was creeping slowing up my leg. It didn’t help that I could feel the soft matting of Diane’s pubic hair on my ass cheek, her womanly region burning like a furnace. She started rubbing gingerly up against me, testing the waters.

      I was surprised when Diane just rolled me over onto my back. Her actions were even a bit rough, as she displaced my whole body and simply mounted me from up top.

      Something was definitely wrong! My eyes snapped open, and I beheld an amazing sight.

      Diane was huge, easily twice my size! She was sitting on top of me, pinning me but careful not to rest her full weight on me. She noticed I was awake and smiled seductively, as if she knew about this the whole time.

      I spaced out, as my mind was unable to comprehend what I was seeing. It frightened me, and I felt like panicking. Diane’s massive frame loomed above, her basketball sized boobs bobbed menacingly as she exhaled.

      “I want you Joe. Right now.”

      I didn’t know what to say, but it didn’t really matter because she seized my penis in between her fingers. I stared down in horror as my penis was dwarfed by her massive hands. I felt so small and overwhelmed in her presence, that I couldn’t find the words to speak. I wanted to cry out, to say “no” but she took my member in between her thumb and forefinger. Her fingers worked tenderly, careful not to damage me.

      As I watched, she expertly brought me to a stiff erection with her fingers. For a massive woman, she really knew how to handle a penis, using just the right amount of pressure and force. Her huge pink nails raked tenderly across my shaft and balls, and my penis jumped to attention, rock hard and ready.

      Still keeping me pinned underneath her, she moved her muff over my stiff head. I was rocked with ecstasy as I felt my head brush against her rough blonde pubic hairs, then plunge deep into the recesses of her wet meaty twat. Her musky female pheromones filled my nostrils, and Diane exhaled hoarsely at my penetration.

      Ultimately however, I was still in mental control. I knew she was basically raping me at this point, but I was so shocked by her size that I still didn’t have a good grasp on what was even going on.

      “N-no.” I finally managed to sputter.

      “Shhshhshhhh…” Diane quieted me as she started thrusting. “You want this, it’s ok, trust me Joe.”

      I didn’t trust her. I tried to squirm away. She was going to crush me! I quickly became scared. Her hungry pussy engulfed my entire member easily, and I could feel my small head jabbing her directly in her rough G-spot.

      Diane pinned me easily, grabbing my shoulders and laying on top of me. Her weight pressed down, and I was crushed gently. She brought her face in close to mine, and her hair fell all about me.

      “It’s ok honey. It’s ok,” she gasped, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to hurt you…” Her voice tried to sooth me, softly and sweetly, as she locked me in eye contact and continued grinding.

      I just lay still, terrified. If I tried to get away this woman may crush me.

      “ah… ah… AH…” She yelled out as her thrusts became more and more rapid. My penis was ramming into her crotch, driving up into her G-spot and stimulating her intensely.

      She gripped me strongly as she climaxed, clenching my tiny body. It was over quickly, and soon she was gasping for air next to me, her body perspiring slightly. I was covered in her sweat, and her naked form was draped over me.

      “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked sweetly, between breaths.

      “I’m scared.” I admitted. “Why are you so big!?”

      “I’m not bigger honey, you’re smaller.” She smiled devilishly.

      “Why… Did you do this?” I squeaked.

      “Baby, it’s ok. I needed to do it.”

      I was bewildered. “Why Diane? Can I go back to normal?”

      “Oh I couldn’t have that happen,” she frowned, thinking to herself. “I needed to do this to keep you.”

      Keep me? “Diane… what’s going on? Tell me!” I pleaded.

      She sighed. “You promise not to run away? I don’t want to have to lie on top of you all day. You might get squashed.”

      I complied, and she rolled over onto her side, careful to keep a huge hand splayed out on my chest, in case I ran. I grabbed her thumb, my fingers wrapping around it like I was grabbing a cucumber.

      Her pinky finger was resting on my member, and it began stroking it as she explained.

      “Honey I’m a really lonely woman, and I’m not getting any younger. When I noticed you taking such an interest in me at work, I couldn’t help but feel attracted to you. You’re such a sweet boy, and I wanted a way to make you my own, where you’d never want to leave me. So here we are!” She smiled, satisfied at her work.

      So many questions were swirling through my mind. Regardless, I wasn’t really able to think straight with her working my cock over like she was.  “So… what now Diane?”

      “Here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to stay with me now. You don’t have to worry about rent or food or anything at all. All I ask in return is that you let me do this, and you never leave me. Soon we’ll grow close, and love each other like a mother loves her son. But you’ll also be my husband, when I need you to be…” She worked her finger in deep, and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

      “…ok. When am I going to get bigger?”

 
      “Oh honey, I'm sorry but you’re not.” Diane said, almost mockingly.

      What?

      “I made you small like this on purpose. And you’re going to get much smaller, I’m afraid. See I need to be assured that you’ll always be mine, mine to love and take care of. I can’t have my little man running off and getting hurt now.”

      “Diane…” She stroked me vigorously now, bringing me close to climax, “Diane… I…” I tried to protest, but she was making it difficult.

      “Say you love me. You love your big Diane.”

      “Mmhmm…” Her efforts were succeeding. I was having difficulty maintaining control.

      “Say it baby. Submit to me. Let me take you in…”

      “I… I… love you Diane…” I gasped reluctantly. I wasn't sure I meant it just yet.

      I climaxed all over her finger and my stomach. She continued rubbing, drawing out every last drop as her giant lips clasped around mine in a huge wet kiss.

      “Perfect. I love you too honey.”

      I was too out of it to respond. What had I just agreed to?

      My orgasm took a lot out of me, and I stared deeply into my giantess captor’s eyes. She gazed down at me lovingly, content that I was content. Finally I saw her check the clock, and she turned back to me.

      “Let’s sleep in. We don’t have anything to do today.”

      Her strong arms wrapped me up tightly in the covers, clasping me closely to her breasts. Her heavenly pillows were soft and inviting, and she pulled my small frame onto her own. Her vast cleavage accepted my head easily, and her warm hands became soothing blankets. My sexual exhaustion and the sound of her heart beating lulled me back into a deep sleep. I simply allowed myself to be taken in.

      We awoke several hours later, when my “bed” basically shifted underneath me. I could tell instantly that I’d shrunk significantly. My “bed” turned out to be Diane’s body, and she was ready to get up now.

      “Hey Joe. Time to take a shower honey. You need to get cleaned up!” She chirped sweetly.

      She didn’t wait for me to respond, she just clutched my tiny body to her frame and stood, cradling me like a child. And to her, I was the size of a child, as I was probably no more than two feet tall at this point. What the hell had she done to me? This was crazy! How much more was I going to shrink?

      I would have protested, but I was reminded of my captor’s size as she took a few footsteps. Her footsteps thundered underneath me, and I stared downwards. Her massive feet arched forward as she took a step. Her cute womanly feet were half the size of my whole body. She had painted her toenails a soft metallic pink that shone brightly in the afternoon sun. Then her foot came booming down, reminding me that this was one huge woman. I turned back to her enormous jugs, which also bounced slightly with her footsteps.

      She carried me to the bathroom, a tiny light pink room with a clear plastic stall shower in the corner. Of course, at my size it didn’t seem too tiny. In fact, it was pretty vast at two feet tall.

      She set me down to stand on my own, and pulled the plastic shower door open.

      “There you go!” she effortlessly pushed me in with one hand and followed behind me. She shut the door, but to me it slammed loudly, the sound reverberating through my body.

      I needed a shower. I smelled like Diane’s sweat, which wasn’t exactly a terrible smell, but it wasn’t particularly good either.

      I gazed upwards at Diane’s massive body, which filled my whole view. Her huge feet jutted out, her massive calves shook as she stepped. My eyes followed her form, up, up, up until I noticed her boobs looming over me. It was almost as if Diane was completely unaware of me. I couldn’t even see her face, and my heart sank when I realized I was barely taller than her knee. I shuddered as I thought of the things that her powerful female body could do to me at this size. Her very presence was intimidating to me.

      She turned on the shower, and hot water gushed out, a torrent that splashed all around me. Steaming droplets singed my bare skin, and I scrambled behind her massive leg. Diane giggled as I hugged her immense calf.

      “Time to clean up!” She declared as she took one massive step into the wet stream. I clung to her leg as her footfall carried me under the water.

      It was pretty hot to the touch, and I’m not sure Diane realized how warm it was to me. To shelter myself, I wrapped my whole body around her ankle and sat down on her foot. Because her tits jutted out so far from her chest, they created a bit of a shelf that I could hide under.

      Diane laughed again. “I like feeling you at my feet hon. Mmmm.” She rubbed her vagina a bit before grabbing a bar of soap.

      I wasn’t sure what to take of that. I didn’t really care either, as I became used to the heat from the shower. Still, I didn’t want to let go of Diane’s leg. I couldn’t have her stepping on me accidentally.

      She lathered up, and I was treated to a wonderful sight. A busty, beautiful woman caressed her breast in soapy lather, rubbing herself all over. Her hands worked all the crevices, under her ass and armpits. I stared upwards into her steamy muff. It was the perfect “up skirt” shot.

      “Honey, could you be a dear and get my back for me?” she announced. She stooped over and picked me up with both hands before setting me on a slim shelf built into the shower where someone would put shampoo bottles.

      I had to admit, even at my reduced size, it was difficult to stand on that little ledge. Plus it was wet. I was very afraid I was going to slip and fall.

      Diane turned around and leaned up against the wall however, effectively pinning me into the corner. If I was going to fall I’d have to fall on her back first.

      I put one foot on the shelf of her ass, lathered up, and began scrubbing. It was like trying to clean an entire wall. I scrubbed and scratched for several minutes, and she greatly enjoyed it. Her back was so expansive, so wide and broad. Her wet hair which was typically so voluminous clung to her back, and revealed that it was longer than had previously I thought.

      This was nice, I thought to myself. Maybe I didn’t have anything to be afraid of. Maybe this would be the best thing that ever happened to me. Sure, it didn’t sound like I’d have any freedom, really. But then again I wouldn’t have to work at all. And I’d get to do fun stuff like this! 

      Or maybe I would shrink so much that Diane would easily crush me on accident-or intentionally. I decided for the time being to scope the situation out a bit more.

      I finished scrubbing her back, and she grabbed me under the armpits and hoisted me to her breast, where she cradled me with one arm and cleaned me with the other. She washed me clean rather easily, careful not to damage me. When she was done she set me on the floor, and I clutched her leg once again as she reached for the shampoo.

      “Could you get my feet too dear?”  She set the bar of soap down next to me and went back to washing her hair.

      I could do that. As I moved to the soap she tilted her foot upwards, so I could get to her sole. I turned and began rubbing soap into the wrinkles of her foot. There was something incredibly erotic about the whole experience, her foot arched sexily, her toes pressed into the floor, water running down her whole foot. I cleaned her huge foot, taking care to get between her pink toes. I realized that her big toe was about the size of a cantaloupe; her toenail was bigger than a deck of cards. Wow. That was big.

      As I cleaned her other foot, I was overwhelmed with a sudden urge to hump her feet. It didn’t help that her immense feet were now soaked in lubricating shampoo soap that had run down her body from up high. I had to seriously fight the urge- What would Diane think of me? I must have some kind of foot fetish! Or maybe it was only Diane’s feet. Surely that was it.

      Before long I had finished, and I sat down on her foot again. Sitting didn’t really help my situation, as it brought my swollen member into contact with her wet, steamy foot.

      I didn’t know what was overcoming me, but carnal instincts were beginning to override my better judgment. Maybe she wouldn’t notice? Just one little thrust, just to feel it. I knew I had to do it.

      I clasped my arms around her ankle, and slid my crotch down her foot and closer to her toes. Oh this was it. My penis touched the warm wet skin of her foot.

      I thrust slowly, methodically, dragging my penis up and down the top of her foot. It was instantly satisfying, one of the most self gratifying actions I’d ever taken in my whole life. My member drove into the top of her wet foot, grinding against her toe bones and soft veins. I lost myself to my pleasures for a bit, thrusting along her foot without a care. The more I pushed it, the more I thought I could get away with. I brought my balls down to her toes, until they rested on the nail of her big toe.

      I laid face down on top of her foot, allowing my penis to slip in between her toes, and I fucked away. Blissfully unaware, I ground my cock into her foot and pounded away. I felt her smooth pink nails against my butt, her toes wiggling gently as she rocked back and forth. Her toes suddenly lifted up, accepting my attempts and in reciprocation pressing up into me. It drove me wild, and I went over the edge that instance. I shot off my cum into her toes immediately, rocking over and over again into her beautiful and humongous feet. I collapsed from exhaustion, my member raw and tingly from all the activity I was getting. That was amazing…

      “You’re going to clean that up right baby?” A nonchalant voice boomed from above. Some shampoo lather fell next to me with a wet slap.

      Oh shit. Diane had seen me. Of course she had! I felt like an idiot.

      “I’m right on that.” I murmured dejectedly. I couldn’t believe I had done something so stupid.

      “It’s ok Joe. You’re going to get really acquainted with your woman’s feet. I require that you do.” She giggled girlishly.

      That was good news I guess. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad choice after all. I took some shampoo and began scrubbing the feet I was “required” to get to know.

      Diane carried me back to her room to change. She threw on a top and a skirt, and very much reminded me of a stereotypical 1970’s housewife as she slipped on some heels. They looked like they hadn’t been worn in years.

      I sat on her bed. “What am I supposed to wear?” I wondered aloud. It just occurred to me that nothing I owned was going to fit me anymore.

      “Oh, don’t worry about that dear. I don’t mind.” Diane waved me off dismissively.

      Sweet, no clothes! This was great.

      Diane carried me downstairs and into the kitchen to make some lunch, as I realized it was now about 11 in the morning. She set me down on the granite counter. It was rather cool to the touch, and I was pretty uncomfortable.

      Diane rummaged through the cupboards, and pulled out some instant oatmeal. She threw it in the microwave and set it to cook before she spotted me squirming.

      “Oh, honey that counter must be cold. Here let me put you down.” She set me on to stand on the ground before going back to rummaging through the counters.

      I just realized that this was my first chance to escape, but I wasn’t sure that I even wanted to. I was curious to see how this would all go down. Besides, she seemed to trust me a bit more, as I was out of her sight. Maybe this would be my new life?

      Diane set the steaming bowl on the kitchen counter and grabbed a spoon before stepping over me and hoisting me up. She set me on the edge of the table, which wasn’t cold.

      “There you are!”

      She quickly scooped a spoonful of oatmeal, and blew on it several times to cool it off. I got it- she was going to feed me. I felt a bit like a king.

      She offered it to me and smiled, and I graciously accepted it. The spoon, which to a normal person was a small spoon, filled my entire mouth. I realized I’d have to eat carefully or I’d spill its contents all over me.

      The big crunchy oats were difficult to chew and swallow. I had a rough time of it, and several times I spilled on myself as Diane fed me. She didn’t seem to care, and told me she’d clean it up afterwards.

      I filled up rather easily, and Diane threw the rest away. I was covered in oats, and Diane saw that it was pretty uncomfortable for me. She rinsed me off in the sink and dried me with a dishtowel.

      “There you go.” She held me to her breast. Suddenly I didn’t feel so good. My world swirled and zoomed in and out of focus.

      “Diane! I’m not feeling so great…” I murmured. Something was definitely wrong. I felt drugged.

      She threw me over her shoulder and patted me on the back. “It’s ok sweetie, that’s normal. I gave you a pretty big dose that time.”

      What was she talking about? Dose? Did she put something in my food?

      I began to visibly feel myself shrinking. My head swirled, like I was drunk and had bed spins. I thought maybe that I would hurl. Diane thumped me repeatedly on the back, and her hand falls felt harder and harder as I shrunk. How much shrinking stuff had she given me? I kind of blacked out for a second.

      Suddenly I realized we were in the living room, on the couch. Diane had turned the TV on and was cradling me in her arms like a baby. Except I was a lot smaller than your average baby. She was completely unaware that her tiny man had awoken.

      I knew as I gazed up at her that I had to be less than a foot tall. Her massive arms and forearms were longer than my whole body. I felt a weird combination of fear and helplessness, as my sickness overtook me once again. As I blacked out one more time, I wondered if I was going to die from shrinking.

      I woke hours later. I was spread out on a black fabric surface, with intense heat emanating from below. I was in some kind of gentle valley, with two huge hills on either side of me. I could hear a TV in the distance. I turned around.

      Diane was a literal mountain to me. I was in her lap, and the black fabric was her skirt. I gazed upwards, taking in the entire womanly landscape. Her upper torso was like a building, as thick as a skyscraper. Her arms hung at her sides, huge buses compared to me. Her bosom heaved in and out as she breathed, sticking out from her chest and obscuring her face from my view. I realized with sudden terror that either boob was big enough to completely smother me.

      Diane shifted her weight and crossed her legs. My “valley” suddenly sucked me down closer to her crotch and her hand came to rest next to me. I grabbed her huge finger, which was as big as I was, to avoid falling further. Her huge pink nail was as big as my head.

      “DIANE!” I yelped in terror, scrambling up to her hand. I couldn’t have been taller than two inches, and I was flailing helplessly to grab on.

      “Oh!” Her voice boomed from above. “You’re awake now.” She quickly uncrossed her legs, and her skirt became taught between her legs again.

      “My gosh, look at you!” she cooed, “you’re so little and cute!” Her finger hovered over me, then proceeded poking my body. I rolled backwards under her finger’s attack.

      “Diane, this isn’t funny! You have to unshrink me!” I pleaded.

      “I don’t think I can do that sweetheart. Besides, I like you like this!” She continued playing with me, rubbing my chest with her fingertips.

      I grabbed her finger to stop her, but she was far too strong. It was basically useless to resist, so I gave up quickly.

      “But Diane, if I’m this small how am I supposed to do anything? You might crush me on accident!” I had been wondering it for a while, and now I just had to come out and say it.

      She pondered that thought for a second. “Well, first, I don’t need you to do anything, so that’s taken care of. All you need to do is leave it all to me. Secondly…” She picked me up easily, pinching my chest between her fingers. I yelped and was frozen in terror.

      She lowered me to the floor and slipped off her heel. Her bare foot, which looked twice as big as a car next to me, lifted off the ground on moved over me. I couldn’t believe it. I was done for.

      She let me go and I tried to scramble away before her foot came down on top of me. Unfortunately I didn’t get far. The sole of her big toe slammed into my back, throwing me to the ground and pulverizing me. I fully expected to die.

      And yet, I didn’t. Sure, it was uncomfortable, and I felt my ribcage being pressed, but ultimately my body seemed pretty resistant. I could tell she was starting to put some serious weight on me, as her immense toe pinned my pitiful body to the floor. I couldn’t move, but I wasn’t dying either.

      “See?” She said gleefully. “You’re not squished.”

      Well yay. “What if you HAD squished me!” I protested.

      “I knew I wouldn’t. You think I’d put my little baby man in any real danger? I’m here to take care of you, not hurt you.”

      I was still a bit upset that she had terrified me like that, but I was relieved to learn that she would have a difficult time squishing me. Hopefully accidental death by crushing was out of the question now. Now I knew she’d have to at least stomp me to snuff me out.

      She didn’t raise her foot any. “Hey Joe honey, since you’re down there, can you do me a huge favor? Could you rub my feet? I bet you’d like that.”

      Now that I knew her feet weren’t giant death machines, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to oblige her. Besides, I really didn’t want to anger her at the moment. She didn’t know it, but she had frightened me so thoroughly that she could probably tell me to do just about anything and I would listen.

      “Sure thing.”

      She responded by lightly rolling her foot over me, over and over again. I was still pinned underneath it, so really she was rubbing her foot on me more than anything. I could see that she wasn’t even watching the TV any more, she was just enjoying tormenting me with her foot. I glanced up at her between her massive toes and noticed she had a smile a mile wide.

      “Diane! Not like that! NO. Stop it! Diane!” I begged pathetically. She stopped.

      “But you were doing such a good job! I thought you liked my feet,” she teased, with a fake pouting look on her face.

      “I do! I just-“

      “-you liked them in the shower.” She cut me off, smirking. She had me, and she knew it.

      “…”

      “That’s what I thought. Now be a good boy and rub momma’s feet for real.” She released me from my prison. I quickly seized her toe and began attempting to rub.

      “Momma. Hmm. I like that. You should call me that from now on. Mom. I never was a mom. But now I’ve got you!” she cooed.

      I realized that I wouldn’t be able to rub her foot like a normal massage. I would have to throw my whole body into it. I pressed my chest into her sole, pushing myself into the recesses of her colossal foot.

      “Mmhmm. That’s good.” Diane leaned back and closed her eyes. “You know Joe, this is something that you can do. Since you were wondering what you could do at this size. I bet there’s a ton of things you can do. We’ll have to find out later.”

      About an hour passed, and I switched to her other foot. I hopped onto the huge pink nails on her toes and went to work. Before long Diane deemed that I was done. She reached down and easily snatched me up in her giant hand.

      “We haven’t done anything exciting in a while, what do you say we see what you’re capable of.”

      I wasn’t sure what she meant exactly by that, but I was excited to find out.

      Diane boomed upstairs, her footfalls echoing and reverberating through my whole form. It was like she was a monster, like Godzilla or something. It was awe inspiring and frightening at the same time. In a way I was really turned on by the whole situation.

      Her powerful steps carried me effortlessly to her bedroom, where she dropped me in the middle of her bed, which was like an expansive desert of fabric to me and this point. She sat down next to me. She pulled her shirt off, exposing her bra. After that she kicked her skirt off and plopped down in the bed beside me, on her back.

      Her huge fingers came down and pinched together to pick me up. She held me up in front of her for a second, examining me.

      “My, you ARE really just a tiny thing. I could just eat you up! You’re so cute and helpless, like a little child.”

      She put me to her bosom and let go. I sprawled out on her exposed sweater meat, warmth from her breast skin emanating through my whole body. Her hand cupped the base of her breast, and she jiggled it vigorously, toying with me for a bit. “Ooooh”

      I bobbed up and down violently, and was nearly tossed from her boob. I clung to her for dear life.

      She stopped, thinking to herself. She must have had an idea, because suddenly she lifted her bra cup upwards and shoved me in. The cup closed around me, pinning me to her breast.

      It was dark, soft, and warm. Honestly it was pretty comfortable. I had to conform to the contour of her tit and I didn’t get a whole lot of wiggle room, but ultimately it wasn’t too bad. I squirmed around, and felt something jabbing me near my penis.

      Quickly, the temperature rose and whatever was jabbing me grew rapidly. I squirmed again as her huge nipple, which had grown to be larger than my head, pressed into my crotch. I wormed my way around her areola until her nipple was placed near my head and I was comfortable. I settled in as she stood.

      My whole world rushed up like on an amusement park ride, and her breast bobbed as she stood. My face bounced against her engorged nipple. I could tell she was walking over to the body mirror in her room when I heard her crushing footsteps. Her boob moved slightly with each step. In a way, it was like being a boat, rocking with the waves. Combined with the heat and the feeling of security that set in, I was pretty content. I felt like it would be pretty easy to fall asleep in the soft caress of Diane’s bra.

      She stopped walking and stood in front of the mirror before pulling her shirt back on. I felt the fabric swish by, catching slightly on her obtrusive chest bumps. She swayed side to side, obviously checking out her figure in the mirror.

      “Hey, that’s not so bad! You’re so small I can’t even tell you’re in there, with a shirt on! Are you comfortable honey?”

      I nodded. “Yes.” I noticed her still massive nipple, poking out near my face.

      “How long do you think you could stay in there?”

      I had a feeling I knew what she was thinking. “Pretty long I guess. I dunno.”

      “Good. You’ll never have to leave me now. I’m going to keep you in there for a little while now sweetie. You can just go right to sleep if you want, Mommy’s going to do some chores.”

      Mommy, huh? I eyed her luscious nipple. I’ll show her.

      I latched onto her nipple and began sucking, caressing the wrinkly salty skin of her turgid nipple with my tongue. It swelled even more in response.

      “Ooh! Someone’s taking to Mommy well!” She could hardly contain her glee.

      She spent the next hour or so cleaning the kitchen and doing the dishes. I worked on her nipple, trying my best to stimulate it and suckle. It actually became really enjoyable, as her nipple was pretty fun to play with. But eventually, I either got tired out or the heat got to me, and I fell sound asleep, rocked gently by my “mom’s” womanly bosom.

      Diane poked me awake through her bra. “Hey, wake up there little fellow.” I stirred.

      “Good, it’s getting pretty late now, you’ve been sleeping for a long time.”

      I squeezed her nipple in response. Honestly I kind of wanted to go back to sleep.

      “Are you hungry at all?” she asked sweetly.

      I was. “Yeah.”

      “I made you something. Want to come out of there?” She didn’t wait for me to answer, and unhitched the latch on her bra. I tumbled out into the light as her bra fell loose onto the table. Light flooded in from everywhere. It was so bright!

      Still sitting in the cup of her bra, I blinked until my eyes adjusted. I noticed Diane had a big bowl of soup and some crackers, and was eating. She blew on her spoonful of soup and took a bite. The soup bowl looked like a pool to me.

      I gaped at Diane’s topless form, which filled my whole view. She pushed a massive club cracker to me. “Go ahead, eat something.”

      I grasped the huge cracker that was the same size as I was. I took a bite and managed to choke it down. The tough crispy bits of the cracker were really difficult to swallow. I voiced my concern to Diane, who poured some milk into a small spoon and set it next to me.

      “Here, try this honey.”

      I managed to lap up some of the milk from the spoon. It made me feel a bit like a cat, but at least I was full. It sure didn’t take much. In the meantime, Diane finished her soup.

      Before long, she asked if I was full. I responded that I was, and she slyly smiled.

      “Well, you know what we’ve got to do next don’t you?”

      I shook my head no.

      “It’s time to give you another job.”

      She grabbed my pitiful body in her hand and carried me into the living room. She grabbed the TV remote and set up some pillows on the couch. She placed me in her cleavage as she pulled her skirt and panties off, stripping completely nude. I was instantly curious as to what kind of job she had for me.

      “See, I’ve got to go to work tomorrow and make some money for us. Don’t worry about work anymore. What you’ve got to worry about is my stress though. You wouldn’t want me to get all stressed out and not be able to work, would you?”

      I shook my head no again, yet I didn’t understand. “What do I need to do?”

      “You do know what the best relief for stress is, right honey?” She sat down and propped herself up on the pillows.

      She wanted to have sex with me? At this size? She was crazy, that was impossible! “You can’t have sex with me Diane, you’ll kill me at your size.” I stated matter-of-factly, as if that was going to stop her.

      She smiled in response, beaming down at me as I sat on her breasts. “Oh you silly man. We’re not going to have sex, per se. At least not yet. You’re going to service me!”

      Oh. She wanted me to go down on her. I would be willing to try, I guess.
      Her huge hand wrapped around me once again, and before I knew it I was lowered down to her spread legs. Her huge cavern gaped in front of me. It was terribly intimidating.

       “It looks scary.” I said. I wanted to run.

      Her gigantic fingers guided me towards it. “It’s ok honey, I’m not going to hurt you. Just start by rubbing it a little. I’ll teach you how.”

      Her vast muff engulfed my entire view. I looked left, right and up. All I could see was a wall of pussy, pubic hair and labia. Diane’s hand came down into my view, and spread the lips of her labia a bit, massaging her cunt. Her other hand guided me closer, closer, until I was almost pressed up against it.

       She lifted the index finger that was spreading her lips, and I was shoved into the side of her labia. The smell was overpowering, overwhelming even. Her fumes put me in a bit of a daze, and the heat emanating from her was intense. I felt her finger touch my back and begin pressing me into the soft tissue and pubic hair. I grabbed a handful of hair and hung on as she massaged, lifting my whole body up with her movements.

     I had never felt so insignificant in my life. Next to this massive woman, I was nothing but a bug. In comparison, she was goddess, a heavenly body who could take my life easily and without effort. It was like she was so high above me that she was almost unaware of my presence. How easily could she just be masturbating right now, completely oblivious to my tiny existence? One little slip, one careless move and that enormously hungry pussy could swallow me completely. And I would never be seen again. Diane, the goddess, would consume me in her throes of passion without a second thought.

     I could tell she was enjoying this more and more. I’m sure the power of dominating me was pleasurable to her, because I certainly wasn’t doing much to stimulate her physically.

     I realized I had to change that, or she might become displeased with me. I gripped her labia tightly, and massaged the side of her cunt vigorously with my whole body. She was pleased, and switched me quickly to the other side. The pink flesh of her pussy lips became engorged with blood, and swelled out and upwards. The wrinkly folds of flesh scared me as they heated up. It was like a cave into hell itself.

      I had a terrible thought. If I didn’t do a good job, she may want to stick me in there. On the other hand, if I got her really excited, she may want to insert me regardless. I suddenly felt very scared, and I didn’t know what to do.

      “Lick my clit.” A voice boomed down. “Do a good job.” She ordered as she positioned my head near her clitoral hood.

      I did my best to lick the slick skin. After a minute or two, she pressed my body into the folds of her now soaking labia while moaning. The skin started to engulf me. It was too much for me; I froze stiff as a board. I didn’t know what I should do. I felt like I was about to cry.

       Diane noticed I had stopped. She stopped too, and pulled me out a bit and rested me on her stomach, concerned.

      I was suffering a bit of a breakdown. After she dropped me I curled up into a ball and sobbed a bit. As far as I was concerned I had just barely escaped death.

      “Sweetie, what’s wrong? You were doing so good.”

      I turned away. I didn’t want to admit I was afraid.

      “Tell me what’s bothering you. I’ll listen. Just talk to me, poor baby.”

       “I’m scared, all right?” I yelled. “I’m scared of you. You’re so big, and I’m so small. Why did you shrink me like this!”

      She was taken aback, as if the thought had never occurred to her, that I might be scared of her. “You don’t need to be frightened of me. I love you. You’re the first man who’s shown that he can love me back. Why would I want to do anything to you? You’re sweet and kind, and you’re my little man.”

      She put her massive finger under my chin. “Dry those tears. If you don’t want to do this anymore, that’s ok. We don’t have to.”

      I just sat there, and tried my best to regain control of myself. Diane peered down at me from between her cleavage, observing me with obvious concern. She looked like she might cry herself.

      Finally, I sat up and dried my tears. I thought a lot about what she had said. She obviously got a lot of pleasure out of caring for me; it didn’t make sense that she’d want to do something that hurt me. Besides, she had said that she loved me, and genuinely seemed to mean it. I thought about that for a bit. Diane loved me deeply, like a lover and a mother. Honestly, I felt like I was beginning to love her too, even if I was a bit scared of her size. Maybe I could get used to it.

      “You have to promise not to hurt me,” I said, “and you have to stop when I tell you to.”

      Diane smiled down at me. “We don’t have to do anything more tonight, if you don’t want to.”

      “No. I do want to, Diane. I want to make you happy, but I don’t want to go inside of you. It’s scary to me.” I admitted timidly. “Can we do that?”

      “We can, but only if you want to. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.”

      She moved her hand to pick me up again, paused with hesitation, and then slowly wrapped her fingers around me. She brought me back down, and her face disappeared from my view. It was replaced by her cavernous pussy, a hulking bulwark of womanly flesh. She perched me near her clitoris, making sure to be extra gentle.

      I needed to conquer this. Deep down, I truly wanted to please Diane. The logical part of my brain was telling me that this whole thing was crazy, but I really did want to make this all work for some reason. I wasn’t sure I could entirely explain why.

      I went to work, licking her clit for all I was worth. She squirmed and pressed me into her in delight. When she sensed that I was becoming tense again, she talked soothingly to me.

      “It’s ok…. that’s good, mmm…”

      “I like that…. yes… See?... it’s ok…”

      I hugged her engorged labia to get a better hold, then stepped up my intensity. Diane’s fingers massaged the sides of her vagina. She started moaning in ecstasy, and her hips began gyrating, trying desperately to hump something.

      Suddenly I heard a slick wet noise behind and underneath me, as Diane’s finger penetrated her lips. All it would take is for her to start thrusting, and I could fall into her vaginal opening as she fingered herself. I tensed up again.

      “Baby, it’s ok! ah… AH…. I love your little body, right where it is. Mmhm… Mommy’s not going to hurt you… just enjoy this with her.” She was out of breath and huffing from her efforts, clearly nearing her climax.

      Her bucking became more profound and she jacked herself off to her finger, which swished around in her slit below me. I grasped and smothered her sensitive clitoris, bringing her many quick and intense orgasms.

      Finally after some time she became exhausted and stopped. I was unsure of how many times she had gotten off, but I knew it had likely been in the double digits. When she finished she cupped me in her hand and brought me up to her breast so I could be close to her face.

      Her huge face was flushed and red, and I could see a light layer of perspiration. Her breasts dipped up and down as her ribcage expanded from her breathing. I could tell it had taken a lot out of her, and this was probably the most action she’d seen in years.

      She smiled at me, her green eyes beaming with joy. I could tell she was really proud of me. It felt good to know I had pleased my giant woman so much. I felt a warm feeling growing inside.

      “That was SUPER good honey,” she breathed. There was something incredibly sexy about seeing her that satisfied. I had maintained a certain level of arousal during this entire session, but now my own drive was flaring up. Suddenly I wanted to screw her silly. This was, of course, impossible at this size.
      She patted me lightly on the head, stroking me with her finger.

      “Wow. It’s going to be time for bed soon. We don’t need to go just yet though.” She eyed me sexily. “If I’m going to expect you to do things for me, you’re going to need something in return right?” Her finger jabbed my now fully erect member.

      “Mommy’s going to do something about that,” she stated demandingly.

      I was excited to find out what exactly she was going to do to me.

      “Let me ask you something kiddo. You like my feet don’t you?”

      I nodded slowly. I really did- she had hot feet.

      She smiled smugly, assured of herself. “I thought so.” She flipped on the TV, and changed it to the evening news. Then she placed me on the floor by her feet.

      “Lie on your back sweetie, you’re going to like this.”

      I did as I was told.

      Diane lifted her right foot up, bringing it over me. I gazed upward at her sole as it slowly began to fill my entire view as it came down on top of me. I trusted her, but I still gripped the carpet tightly as I winced in anticipation.

      Her big toe rested lightly on my crotch, almost completely covering my whole body. I inhaled deeply in relief, and took in the full scent of her foot. I reached up and grabbed her toe, feeling the smooth surface of her nail above me. I could barely wrap my arms around her toe, it was so gigantic.

      Softly, ever so softly she wiggled her toe. She was making sure not to put too much pressure, and it felt fantastic. The warm skin of her huge dominating toe stirred my penis as I rubbed against it. My vision was filled with the skin pattern of her toe, then her light pink nail, then back to the under part of her toe as she brought me waves of pleasure with each stroke.

      Oblivious to me, Diane watched the evening news as I struggled to contain myself. Several minutes went by as she massaged my whole body with her toes, and I ground myself furiously against her, desperately trying to pound her toe into submission. It wasn’t working, and that only worked to excite me more.

      Suddenly she stopped, and leaned forward just as I was about to lose control. Her pretty face loomed into view.

      “What, this isn’t good enough for you?” She mocked teasingly. She knew full well it was going just fine. “I think you need a little encouragement down there.”

      She increased the pressure, which drove me wild. Then the pressure increased more, and more, and more. I heard the springs of the couch creak as she stood. Diane reared herself to her full height, her entire weight resting on me.

      She was standing directly on me! I thought I should panic as I felt my back and ribs cracking. The giantess woman stared down at me from above, looking in between her cleavage. Her hands were on her hips.

      “Look at you, so small and tiny under my feet. I’m going to make you do whatever I want. You’re going to love me like a goddess. You’re whole existence is going to be spent worshipping me.”

      I squirmed underneath her. I wanted nothing more than to get my rocks off, to get release. The pressure on my cock was preventing me from this, but her sultry words made me want it even more. Why? I felt a sudden hyper-attraction to her. I really did begin to think of her like a goddess, and I loved every second of it. I loved her.

      “I love you Diane!” I piped from below. It felt good to finally admit it.
      She smiled seductively, her hands on her womanly hips. She finally had me, exactly how she had wanted me. It had worked out perfectly for her.

      “And I love you. I’m going to become your whole existence, your goddess. You’re going to live for the sole purpose of pleasuring me, and I’m going to take care of you in return. I’m a motherly goddess Joe. I want nothing more than to care for you, to nourish and protect you. But make no mistake sweetie- I’M the one in charge. If you’re good I won’t have to punish you.”

      I nodded in agreement.

      “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to live in my bra all day until I let you out. I may put you other places if I feel like I need to. When I get home from work you will have a variety of chores- rubbing my feet, helping me masturbate, painting my nails, and generally being a toy for my pleasure. If you can do that I will take care of you, feeding you. You will no longer be allowed solid food.”

      I was confused. No more food? What was I going to eat then?

      “You will drink my breast milk, and that alone. You will have to be completely dependent on me for everything for this to work.”

      The thought of completely submitting to her was extremely erotic and intoxicating. In a normal situation, at a normal size, I would never have agreed to it. However, at my size and in my position, I wanted nothing more than to worship her. I adored her at that moment.

      “I can do all that Diane.”

      “Good.” She released her foot slightly, but keeping her toe on me she arched her foot in the way that I liked. “You can finish. But I want to see it.” She stood on me defiantly, hands on her hips, her foot pressing down on my insignificant body.

      I pumped furiously, finally able to release my pent up sexual tension. I wrangled her toe, completely overwhelmed by its size but not caring, desperately mauling it with my rod.

      “Oooh. C’mon baby, you can do better than that,” Diane taunted from on high, “you’re looking like you’re being overwhelmed by Mommy’s toe. You can handle just my toe, can’t you?”

      She was really enjoying this show of dominance, and she milked it for all it was worth.

      “What kind of man are you? You’re cowering at my feet. I can take whatever I want from you, and there’s nothing you can do about it, you puny little guy,” she cooed as I spewed all over her foot. It was a catharsis of sorts for me, symbolizing her seizure of power in the relationship and a dramatic change in lifestyle for me. I felt then and there that I would never want to go back to a normal life.

      After cleaning up, Diane hauled me to her bedroom for the night and cupped me to her breast. She explained to me that if I spent a good deal of time stimulating her nipples, that it may be enough to induce lactation. Regardless, if that didn’t work she said she knew a friend who would get her some drugs to help.

      “But we don’t have to do this at all Diane. I can eat normal food.”

      She frowned at me. “I never got to have kids honey, and I want to feel what that’s like. You’re going to do it and you’re going to like it.” She pressed my face into her nipple.

      That night I slept on her breast, covered by her warm hand. She was so huge compared to me. My two inch body wasn’t even comparable to one of the fingers that engulfed me. I felt safe on her boob however, and it wasn’t long before I fell asleep myself.

      ……

      I awoke to Diane’s alarm going off, telling her to get ready for work. She rolled over, still clutching me to her bosom, and shut it off. I think she thought I was still asleep, because she immediately put a bra on over me. Entrapped near her nipple, she went about her day. I took advantage of my warm soft environment and went back to sleep, without a care in the world.

      Diane moved about, putting on clothes, making breakfast, getting in her car. I was semi-conscious part of the time- her more rapid movements sometimes woke me. When she started the engine on her car I made an effort to wrap my mouth around her nipple, which grew slightly. I spurned it on, massaging and stimulating it until it became engorged.

      I felt a slight patting on my back, as she tapped her boob. “Good job baby, that’s it. Just do that all day, soon Mommy will feed you.” I heard her murmur from above.

      I wondered what that would be like as I nodded off again. My woman walked briskly to work. The gentle lolling of her boobs made it difficult to stay awake as they swayed. It was almost like being on a ship. Diane went about her day, helping customers and cashiers. I heard her high voice through her chest, and periodically worked to stimulate her nipples. Several hours passed like this- I would sleep for a while, wake suddenly when she moved or talked loudly, and the rub or lick her nipple to make sure it stayed hard. I felt I was being pretty dutiful, and hoped my goddess would acknowledge my diligence.

      Halfway through the day Diane went into the bathroom, and shut the stall door behind her. I could feel her unbuttoning her work shirt through the soft padding of her bra as she sat down on a toilet. She bumped me slightly to make sure I was awake before peeling her bra down, gazing lovingly at me as I laid backwards on her bra.

      “Hey there cutie. Would you be a dear and tend to my other one?” She whispered as she pinched my naked rear gently. “You’re just so cute!” she cooed.

      I nodded as her tree-like fingers grasped my body. She shifted me around until she held me in the palm of her left hand, licked her index finger of her right hand then brought her finger down on my groin. She quickly began rubbing me, her giant finger pressing my hot member into my stomach. I simply allowed her to do her thing.

      I grabbed her pink nail and hung on as she gave me a quick finger job. When I finished she wiped me off with a bit of toilet paper, and smiled at me in adoration. She looked like she could hardly contain herself. She brought my body up to her lips, and gave me a quick kiss, her mouth covering my entire chest. I grabbed her nose with both hands as her huge wrinkled lips pressed into me, smooching me affectionately before popping me into her bra and bringing it to her breast. I was feeling pretty good, and was a little worn out.

      She buttoned herself back up and quickly left the bathroom. I really worked at her nipple, and it swelled happily. I felt her pat her chest approvingly, and spent a good hour just licking, massaging, and touching her turgid areola and nipple before falling back asleep again.

      I woke when I felt Diane’s boobs bouncing a bit, up and down as if she were running. Her heavy sweater meat heaved as she ran. I was wondering what was going on, when I heard her explain to a customer that they had forgot their wallet at a cash register. She must be in the parking lot, I thought to myself.

      I searched for her nipple to no avail. Diane’s jogging had disoriented me a bit, and suddenly I felt her pull on her bra strap, readjusting her heavy load. This did not go well for me, and before I knew it I realized I had shifted underneath the shelf of her breast, and her weighty tit now rested on top of me, pinning me as she walked back inside.

      I couldn’t move, and I heard Diane reenter the store. She walked over to the customer service desk, her every step causing her chest to heave. Hot and heavy, her boob pressed into my tiny body, crushing me under its weight. Diane must have forgotten me, for she seemed to have no idea what was happening! I struggled in vain against her monstrous bust, but was unable to free myself.

      I heard Diane apologize for running out, then she began helping customers with returns at the desk. While I wasn’t uncomfortable, I did begin to wonder when she’d notice where I was.

      Then the worst thing happened. Diane sat down on a chair and scooted closer to the desk. As she assisted people she would periodically lean forward, and the bottom of her boobs would scrape or rest slightly on the countertop. Basically, every so often I was subject to the full weight of her mammary on top of me. Her lovely breast flesh would engulf me, surrounding my whole body as an incredible weight compressed me. My woman was heating up, working hard as she dealt with people in a rapid fire fashion, and she began to perspire slightly. Her sweat coated my body, mixing with her perfume to create an intense scent of powerful feminine odor.  Her aroma combined with the oppressive weight of her gigantic bosom overpowered my helpless form, a pure womanly dominance pouring over me. Although it was physically a bit uncomfortable, deep inside I was enjoying every second of it. Feeling my giant woman’s weight on me, a tangible expression of just how powerful she was at that moment was intoxicating to me. I wanted more, to feel all of her on me. My thoughts flashed back to when she had stood on me the other night, and my member stiffened in an uncontrollable response. I was a strange guy.

      I got a hold of myself. I must be going totally insane! Here Diane was unknowingly crushing me under her boob and I liked it. I even desired more- her hefty boobs weren’t enough. I wondered if I could get Diane to stand on me again. The fact that I was even considering it was simultaneously exciting and terrifying. I guess I was learning a bit about myself.

      I laid still for over an hour, compressed by her chest. Before long the night was winding down and the store got a lot quieter. I felt relief as Diane got up to head to the bathroom again.

      She shut the stall behind her and hastily unbuttoned herself, pulling her bra down and quickly exposed me to fresh air, freeing me from my busty prison. After being under the intense heat of her tit, the air felt cold on my naked body.

      “Sorry sweetie!” She apologized as she pulled my body up. “I couldn’t get to you, it was too busy!”

      Using her fingers she switched me to her other breast, then manipulated my body until I was perched on her nipple before closing her bra over me, encasing me in darkness yet again. I meekly stroked her until she was nipped, and then conked off again. It turns out, having heavy boobs resting on you all day takes a lot out of you.

      Diane walked to her car after work was over. She opened her car door, sat down, started the engine, and pulled me out of her bra. She set me down on the seat in her lap, near her crotch, as if to say ‘you are still mine’. She patted her nether regions sensuously before driving off, and I hugged one of her huge fingers.

      I asked her how work went, trying to make small talk. She vented a bit. Retail was by nature a bit stressful, as people could be really problematic and difficult. I let her blow off some steam as we drove home, listening carefully. In a weird way, I started to feel a bit like her ‘rock’, which was funny because she had made it pretty clear that she was going to be the one in control of this relationship. Regardless, after she was done letting it all out she smiled and thanked me. It made me feel good, like I was contributing to the relationship. In a way, I realized I truly did love Diane. I was concerned with her well-being. She made me feel needed, desired, and loved.

      As we drove I stewed on that for a while. Internally, I knew I still wasn’t fully ready to accept this lifestyle. I still felt that at any given moment I should attempt an escape. Basically, a part of me wanted to return to normal, to be normal size again. I wanted to drive my car, eat real food, see my family, and enjoy regular sex. Don’t get me wrong, I was seeing a ton of perks with my new lifestyle, but I still wasn’t yet ready to relinquish the old.

      On the other hand, Diane had done several things to prove she would be good to me, and I deeply cared about her. Yet she had still shrunk me, essentially an act of domination and control that left me with little choice. I felt loved by her, yet I didn’t feel trusted. It was as if she felt that she needed to shrink me to have me for herself, which, I’ll admit was probably true. Ultimately, I concluded that this lack of trust was what was bugging me. It wasn’t really that she had shrunk me exactly. If Diane wanted to make this whole thing work, she was going to need to trust me. I needed her to; otherwise I knew I might run.

      We pulled into her driveway, and she stuffed me quickly into her bra before walking into her home. She shut the door, and I heard her lock it harshly. She began humming softly, her sweet feminine voice vibrating through her chest to my ears. Her breasts rattled briskly as she eagerly trotted upstairs. I heard her enter the bedroom and slam the door behind her, and then walk over and sit on the edge of her bed.

      She peeled her clothes off, opened her bra and stared at me hungrily. Diane had that look, the “eye of the cougar” if you will. She wanted sex in the worst way. Her massive hand grasped me firmly, encasing me in her fingers as she set me in the middle of the bed.

      My woman stood and turned, locking eye contact with me as she stripped seductively. I felt myself perking up in my nether regions as well. I was excited, yet slightly afraid.

      I was laying on my back, staring up at her as her brought her panties down to her ankles. The smell emanating from her musky muff was unmistakable- she was wet as hell. After she finished she posed, fully nude, her hands on her hips and her breasts thrust upwards proudly.

      “Honey, the things I’m going to do to you…..” she smirked, lowering her gaze and crawling forward. Her hands and knees crept forward, tilting the bed at weird angles until she was just above me. She paused again, fully enjoying the situation she had put me in. There was nothing I could do to resist her.

      I gazed upwards at the tower of female destruction. Her sexual hunger was intimidating, and I timidly shrunk back.

      A huge thumb pressed into my chest as she picked me up , pulled a pillow underneath me, and set me back down on top of the pillow.

      “Diane!” I squeaked, “what are you going to do?”

      “Shut up baby.” Diane loomed over me, and her turgid pussy floated into view. “Mommy’s going to get hers now.”

      The hairy monster that had ascended over me came down, slamming into my body and driving me into Diane’s hand. I panicked, grasping dirty blonde pubic hair and throwing out my limbs in protest. Her strong muscular labia fought against me, brutally surrounding me. Her engorged clitoris became exposed, filling my whole view. Weight came down, down, down on top of me and the monstrous clit jabbed harshly into my face. I struggled and squirmed, and heard a loud gasp followed by and long moan.

      This wasn’t supposed to happen! I was going to die, I was sure of it. As far as I was concerned, Diane was gone. I couldn’t see her at all. All that I could see was an oppressive monster, a hairy brutish female monster that wanted nothing more than to devour my puny body. It hungrily wrapped its lips around me, succulently enjoying my helplessness, toying with me. I panicked more, gasping for air, and squirmed desperately. I needed to escape! The pussy only enjoyed it more, slickening and quivering, boxing my face in with its rock like clit. Immense weight rocked back and forth, alternating between periods of intense pressure.

      I was getting nowhere. My fight or flight had kicked in, and flight hadn’t worked. I struck the clit sharply, juices spraying all over me. I was drenched. The cunt monster responded to my attack, slamming into me powerfully. Thick labia pinched my body as incredible weight was placed on my body, and fluids sprayed everywhere. I heard booming but muffled female moans. I coughed, grasping thick hair around me in an attempt to save myself from drowning. The hairs were wet with cum, and they slipped right through my fingers. The realization that my situation was hopeless set in, and I slumped back, defeated.

      I was dead. The monster had won. I think I blacked out, or shut down mentally or something. All I know is when I ‘woke’ the pussy wasn’t done, and it had been going strong for a long while.

      The gears in my mind began turning again. I came to the realization of several key thoughts. First, I was not dead. Secondly, although Diane’s pussy had attacked me vigorously, it had not ever completely engulfed me. I had always been given a steady supply of air. Finally, even though I was drenched and sticky, and gratuitous amounts of weight were being heaped onto me, I was still safe.

      My mind slowly accepted that Diane’s pussy wasn’t a separate entity, it wasn’t a monster. I was totally safe, and I always had been. What was I freaking out about?

      Diane’s hairy cunt had slowed significantly, and it slowly massaged and caressed my naked form much more lovingly. I could hear Diane above me, breathing hard as if she’d just finished a marathon. She sounded wore out and exhausted.

      I wasn’t being attacked- I was having sex. In fact, this was great! One of the things I would be missing out on at normal size was being provided to me! Hell, Diane’s thick wet vagina was rubbing on my naked body right now!

      My rod stiffened as fresh blood coursed through me. I seized her labia in a bear hug, buried my face in her clit, and powerfully thrust myself into her sheath, penetrating her. Thick cum covered my whole body, but I didn’t care. I matched Diane stroke for stroke, driving my penis in deep as she humped my entire body. Her strong hungry lips wrapped around my hips. I kissed and smothered her clit, and she moaned lovingly from above. My goddess was approving, and I was giving her immense pleasure. I was starting to feel pretty boss, so I gave it my all.

      I doubted she felt much from my efforts thrusting, but I knew she really enjoyed what I was doing with my mouth. I basically made out with her clitoris, sloppily rubbing my face in it and driving my woman wild. Her fingers came down and smashed my face into the recesses of her hood, and I responded by grasping it with my hand. I realized that I could be pretty rough with it- really, at my size what was I going to do? The rougher I got the more excited Diane became, and her twat glowed with heat as it became re-engorged.

      Her pussy puffed itself up to monster form again, dwarfing my little body. I didn’t care, and I wasn’t going to be intimidated. Her meaty wrinkly mass drove into me over and over, dominating me, and finally Diane let out a yell as she climaxed again, hoarsely gasping above me in ecstasy. As her gasps wound down, I gave a few final thrusts and let myself go, spewing my inconsequential load into her vast cavern.

      Diane rolled onto her back, holding me against the folds of her furnace-like vagina.

      “Give Mommy a rest sweetie! Are you sure you don’t want to go in there?” she joked between breaths.

      I smiled, pleased with myself. “I did good!”

      “Oooh… ahh… Yes you did baby.” One huge finger lovingly caressed my head and back, her giant nail dragging gently down my body. It gave me the tingles, and I kissed her vulva tenderly.

      We cuddled quietly as she caught her breath, her face flushed. After she had recovered a bit, she set me on her pillow and curled up next to me. Her beautiful face towered over me, and her left hand lay beside me.

      I curled up in between her fingers, wrapping my arms and legs around her index finger. She giggled and gazed upon me in a sex induced stupor, her eyelids heavy.

      “Do you trust me now?” she asked suddenly.

      I must have looked confused. “I didn’t put you inside me Joe, did I?”

      “No, you didn’t.” I admitted timidly.

      Diane smiled, her huge mouth spreading across her face. “I wanted to though. I wanted you inside me so bad. To feel your little helpless body protected inside me.”

      She locked eye contact with me. “You have to understand where I’m coming from baby. You were in my bra all day- you don’t think that got me worked up at all?”

      I had to admit, she was probably right.

      “I didn’t do it though. You’re more important to me than some fantasy.”

      “Thank you very much. I’m still not sure why you shrunk me though.”

      She sighed and rolled onto her back. “It’s just a fantasy of mine. Like I said, it’s an incredible turn on to me to protect my helpless love. I’ve always had it. But after I lost my first fiancé……. Well I wasn’t able to protect him, Joe. I was powerless against the cancer.”

      I felt instantly bad about asking, and it must have shown on my face.

      “Don’t dwell on it sweetie, you’ve helped me move past that.”

      “So you like protecting me then?” I asked innocently as I clenched her finger.

      “Well, yes dear. You see, seeing you all small like you are, it really amplifies my desire. The smaller you are, the more powerful I feel. Eventually, I want to completely protect and support you, like a good woman should. I can’t help myself.”

      She turned back to me. “That’s pretty weird, huh?”

      I thought about it for second. “No, it’s really not.” I said confidently, validating her feelings.

      “I probably shouldn’t have shrunk you against your will. That really wasn’t fair to you at all. I’m no lover, I’m a terrible person!” She started to tear up as her voice rose in intesity.

      Oh no. I needed to say something quick!

      Sobbing, she continued. “I’ve shrunk you permanently for my own sick gain. That’s not love!”

      My mind kicked into overdrive. Diane was in a downward spiral of emotions, and I needed to pull her out of it.

      “I don’t blame you!” I said assertively, standing up.

      A giant-sized tear rolled down her cheek. “What do you mean?”

      “Diane, before you came into my life I was going nowhere! I was lonely, and I needed companionship. Then I met you at work, and we became friends. Before long, talking with you at work was all I looked forward to. If you were more my age I would have dated you instantly!”

      I continued. “But that couldn’t happen, realistically- we both knew it. We have something special, but circumstance was standing in our way. Yet you went around that. I think that IS love, Diane. I don’t blame you for what you did. Look at your circumstance! You have this fetish, you lost your husband, you never got to have kids, and by the time you find another man he’s unattainable. It’s no wonder you did what you did.”

      “You saw into me, you knew I loved you. But you also knew I could never allow my stupid self to be with you. I was the terrible one. I toyed with your emotions knowing full well that I was too afraid to develop anything. But then you shrunk me. I won’t lie, at first I wanted to escape. I still think about it. Yet, I have a little secret too. A part of me enjoys what has happened as well. I would have never known about it if you hadn’t shrunk me.”

      She sniffled, drying her tears. “You really mean that?”

       “Of course. I was worried that you had shrunk me because you didn’t trust me. That’s why I asked. I do love you Diane, always have. I was just afraid to admit it.”

      She grasped me and gave me a giant kiss, then set me near one of her nipples as she laid on her back, her arms folded behind her head. I sat down on her boob and massaged her nipple.

      “You make me so happy, you little man,” she beamed. “You said something that caught my attention though.”

      “What was that?”

      “Well, I admitted that this is my fantasy, and you said you “enjoyed” it as well. How so? I want to know.”

      I didn’t know what to say. The truth was I drunk off of Diane’s power, and it excited me when she exercised that power. It was something that was personal and new to me, and I didn’t know how to go about saying it.

      “I dunno, I just do I guess.” I mumbled meekly.

      Diane sat up a little, and I almost fell off of her. “You were all open a second ago! I told you my secret, now I want to know yours. You’re not being fair, kiddo.”

      I shrunk away a bit. “You excite me.”

      “Oh?” She picked me up and held me in the air, dangling from her fingers. Her eyes narrowed into slits. “You better fess up boy.”

      I couldn’t tell her! Yet she was acting in the exact way that I liked! I wanted her to dominate me, like some kind of weird masochist! How do you tell someone you love that you want them to do something like… stand on you? I felt absurd.

      She examined me closely, trying to pick my brain. She sat up, turned to the side of the bed, and set me on the floor at her feet. One massive foot lifted off into the air menacingly.

      “What did Mommy just say? Start talking or you’ll regret it,” she threatened playfully.

      I apparently didn’t react fast enough, because her foot came down on me. Her powerful big toe knocked me to the ground and smothered me into the carpet. Bedsprings creaked as Diane stood. She towered over me, a strong and vengeful goddess.

      “No, Diane stop!” I weakly protested, but I secretly wanted her to press down.

      “Listen here you insignificant man. You call me Mommy when I’m punishing you.”

      “Sorry.”

      She pressed her toe into me. “You like it when I do this? Is this your secret?”

      I grabbed her toe, wrapping my arms around her huge pink toenail. “….yes”

      “What about if I stand on you with ALL my weight?” She did just that.

      Her enormous toe blanketed me, the weight of a hundred thousand tons squashing me flat. Diane laughed, a loud booming laugh as her huge female foot dominated me.

      “You’ve angered Momma, you puny troublemaker. I demand that you be completely subservient to me. I’m an all powerful woman, and that is your job! You’re going to pay the price now. I think you need to learn an appreciation for your place in this relationship. Tomorrow, you will spend the day in my shoe, licking my feet.”

      All day?

      She lifted her foot and pointed down at me. “You have no power. I have all the power. Now Mommy’s going to sleep, but you will lick her nipples. Your fragile male body will need my milk.”

      The next day Diane was still pretty stern with me. She hadn’t forgotten the control she’d had over me the other night. As a result she refused to feed me any solid breakfast, and instead kept me in her bra. She told me that she was taking lactation pills, and that “Mommy’s milk would come soon.”

      She ate and changed into her work clothes, making sure to take me out before putting on her shoes. My woman had selected a pair of conservative but cute work pumps for that day. The thought of being trapped in one all day brought me a good deal of excitement, but I did my best to hide it.

      “Get in,” she ordered. “And don’t worry about dying; you can’t be crushed at that size. This is your punishment for not being up front with me kiddo.”

      I climbed into the right shoe, and her sensuous foot was not far behind. I grasped the tip of her big toe as she shoved her foot in carelessly.

      As I was pinned under her foot I worked my arms between her toes to grab on. I figured that if I had something to hang on to I would make out a lot better. Suddenly her foot came crashing down and her weight crunched my body as she began walking. My woman walked briskly down the stairs, and with every other step made sure to place her entire body on me, grinding me into a pulp under her powerful female toe.

      Driving to work wasn’t too bad. Diane listened to the radio and hummed while I licked and smelled her foot. Whenever I stopped, she would wiggle her toes as if to say “I’m boss, get to work slave”. I enjoyed my punishment greatly, eager to please her.

      She arrived at her job in a timely manner. Throughout the day Diane would stop merely to stand on me, which drove me wild. I had a difficult time containing myself, and several times I came close to losing control of my load. Her toes repeatedly mashed me as she walked. My powerful woman went about her day completely unaware of the insignificant person under her foot, and that fact only brought me more pleasure.

      After several hours of this treatment, she took me to the bathroom and pulled me out of her shoe.

      “How was that sweetie!” she whispered excitedly.

      “You want me to be honest?” I figured I had learned my lesson by this point.

      “Of course.”

      “I kind of liked it. I like it sometimes when you act powerful.”

      She smiled triumphantly as she finally extracted my confession. “Good. I had thought that you did. And because I AM powerful, and I’m going to show it sometimes. Now I know you can’t get enough of my feet, but I’m going to have to put you in my bra now. Mommy’s got to lactate soon!”

      She stuffed me in her bra and hurried back to work. I worked her nipple throughout the day, and slept in my off time. My lack of nourishment certainly contributed to my fatigue.

      After work Diane brought me home and we had sex again. She still didn’t feed me, insisting that I needed breast milk. I was beginning to get very hungry.

      Throughout the week this cycle was repeated, with Diane bringing me to work in her bra and keeping me in there throughout the day. The lactation pills and my constant attention to her areolas and nipples seemed to be working. After a week, her boobs had swollen a few cup sizes, crowding her bra and pushing me tightly against its restraints. Her bust became less and less roomy, and soon I was begging her to buy a larger bra. Additionally, by the end of the week I was straight up starved. I was spending most of my time riding in a bra and having sex with a giant woman, which wasn’t exactly a ton of physical activity. Regardless, after nearly a week of not eating I was beginning to get pretty desperate.

      One night after sex I decided I had enough. I confronted Diane, and told her that I was starving to death.

      “Diane, please, I can’t go on any longer. I’m begging you…” I protested meekly.

      She merely responded by cupping my frail body to her full breast. Her huge nipple quickly swelled in response to my touch. I caressed it as it hardened, as big as my head.

      This had happened before, several times. Every time my Diane had failed to produce anything. Right when I contacted her nipple this time however, I knew it would be different.

      The wrinkly skin of her areola was rough, and I swiftly pinched and massaged her nipple, urging it to swell and grow. It responded eagerly, swiftly hardening to an erect form. I brought my tiny mouth up to it and sucked. Little happened.

      I repositioned and sucked more, pinching the sides of the gigantic nipple with my hands, trying desperately to draw some nourishment from Diane. My woman came to assist me. Her huge hand cupped her breast and squeezed it methodically, urging the milk to flow.

      “I’m so full right now. This has to work.” She grunted as she worked her balloon like breast.

      I kissed and sucked, and soon I tasted some strange fluid. White liquid pooled near Diane’s duct, and I gleefully sucked at the life giving fluid. Her massive fingers pinched her teat; her huge pink nails were right next to my face. Slowly her milk flowed, trickling in a first then gushing like a torrent. I’m sure to her it only seemed like a dribble, but at my size it was like drinking out of a faucet.

      Diane leaned back, letting me handle the pacing. Her face expressed delirium, a bliss brought on by the let down effect. She moaned sensuously, and cleaned up what I spilled with a nearby Kleenex. She’d been waiting for this for a long time, and as hungry as I was I knew it would be wise for me to take my sweet time.

      So I drank slowly, really absorbing and tasting Diane’s warm milk. It felt good. It wasn’t just good because I was sating my hunger, it was more emotional. I felt really close with my giant woman, who loved me enough to feed me from her own breast. I was losing any desire for “real” food. In a way I knew I was becoming more dependent on Diane, and I didn’t care. I wanted to worship her, to give back to this loving female goddess that had given so much to me.

      I wrangled her womanly nipple and suckled more rapidly, wanting to take in as much as I could. Her rough areola pressed against my member, which stiffened like a board in response. I was feeling a level of intimacy that I didn’t know existed, and after I finished feeding I began rubbing my penis over her nipple, clenching it between my legs and humping. Even though we’d just had sex, it didn’t take much for me to lose myself all over her. My woman just smiled down at me, watching me from above.

      Exhausted, I crashed right then and there. I felt Diane clean up after me, moving my body about on her impossibly huge boob. She patted me on the back with a single finger.

      “Good baby.”

      Diane’s relationship with me changed dramatically over the next few weeks. Most mornings, she would feed me from her breast before putting me in her bra and heading to work. I spent most of the day tucked away next to the soft confines of her bosom. After work we’d head home, and she’d tell me about her day on the ride home. Usually, by that time she was so horny that she’d simply carry me up stairs and screw me silly. One time she didn’t even make it past the kitchen.

      In the evenings we’d relax, take a shower together, watch a movie or just talk on the couch. Diane would play around with me again before bed and feed me one final time before getting ready to do it all again tomorrow.

      Throughout all of this, I felt what little power I had left in the relationship get absorbed by Diane. This is not to say that she was domineering or mean. The thing was that even though I knew she was quickly gaining total control, I didn’t care. It was like the more power she lorded over me, the less it bothered me. I found myself lusting for her impossibly huge body. Every time she grabbed me and ravaged me with her pussy lips I lost it. I loved talking with her, being with her, being HERS. I began to feel awkward when I wasn’t somehow touching her warm body. She knew she had a scary amount of seductive control over me, and she loved it. Her gigantic form also assisted her in this. I genuinely feared displeasing her.

      Any hope of a return to normal life was lost- I didn’t even want it. I just wanted to belong to Diane. For several days I contemplated telling her this. I came to the realization that I was basically planning on proposing, even though I knew we wouldn’t be able to have any sort of actual ceremony. It didn’t matter- I still wanted to give the last bit myself to her.

      One night while painting Diane’s massive toes I was feeling particularly ballsy. I painted the brush up and down her toenails, masterfully turning them a beautiful red color. Diane had ordered me do her feet after I had done her hands. She was relaxing on the couch watching T.V. as I worked. When a commercial came on I initiated a conversation.

      “Hey Diane, can I ask you something?”

      “What’s up kiddo?”

      “You’re a really awesome lady. I enjoy being with you like this. I was wondering how long you considered that we would go on this way.”

      She muted the T.V. and planned her next words carefully. “Honestly I never really thought much about that. I guess I took it for granted. I probably shouldn’t. Why do you ask sweetie?”

      I finished her last nail and examined my reflection in it. The wet red polish shone brilliantly, like new paint on a car. I was satisfied with my work.

      “I was just thinking about it, I guess. Do you think you’ll ever get bored with me?”

      She looked confused and suspicious; like she knew something was up but couldn’t place what it was. “No, I don’t think I would. Why would I ever get bored with you?”

      I turned my back to timidly place the brush back in the bottle. “I just wanted to be sure, that’s all.”

      “You’re getting at something though.”

      Well it was now or never, no going back. I took a deep breath.

      “Diane, pick me up.”

      Quizzically, she gingerly plucked me from the ground and brought me to her level. She placed me on her expansive stomach and peered down at me, her huge green eyes filling my view. I lost myself in her eyes for a second, and suddenly became a bit nervous. Here she was, my giantess love, waiting expectantly. I knew I needed to truthfully relate my feelings to her.

      “Uh, well… Diane… the thing is… I love you.”

      I paused for quite a while, examining her face.

      “I want to marry you. I want to be yours completely. I give myself up to you, for your love.”

      Diane beamed with adoration, and her green eyes welled with tears of joy.

      “…Oh,” she stuttered, “Ok.”

       “Will you have me then?”

      My woman laughed, a short girly laugh like a schoolgirl.

      “Of course sweetie, of course! You’re just so cute, you little man!” she pinched my body between her fingers. “But I’ve always had you. Make no mistake- you’re MINE. You’re proposal was adorable though, so don’t think I won’t take it seriously.”

      The giantess cougar giggled and cooed over me. She was just tickled pink about my proposal, and it made her giddy. After her nails dried she rushed me upstairs.

      I was tossed onto the bed and Diane frantically stripped off her clothes. My declaration had made her extremely wet, and as far we were concerned this might as well be the consummation of our “marriage”. I watched as Diane flung her panties across the room. She paused to eye my tiny body, and I gazed lovingly upon her as well.

      She smiled, her pink lips betraying a certain girlish coyness about her. Slowly and carefully she began to touch herself, watching me as I enjoyed the show. Her hands moved over her voluptuous hips, her bright green eyes narrowed seductively as she bit her lower lip. My giant woman moved sexily but defiantly, a female mountain for me to behold. She cupped her turgid swollen breasts, her red nails playing with her humongous puffy nipples.

      Her gaze lowered on my tiny but erect member, and she licked her massive lips hungrily, being sure to savor my minute body.

      “You’re so small dear.” She said with a sexy eeriness about her. Diane clearly had only one thing on her mind.

      I could tell she was getting extremely turned on, brought on by the intimacy we had created between us. This wasn’t just ordinary sex- if sex with Diane could be considered “ordinary”. This was something special, the moment we had decided to form a sort of oneness. I truly felt that Diane and I were married for better or worse, and while it was a bit scary it was exciting as well. I had no regrets.

      Diane moved closer, slowly. Her massive form filled my entire view, and I took in her landscape of a body. Her hands moved down to her enlarged pussy, and she began to slowly finger herself. She moaned as she massaged her labia and tugged on her blonde pubic hair. Her fingers worked to stimulate her, slick wetness covering her hand.

      “Gosh, I feel so huge right now. I just want to take you in and love you completely.”

      I knew what she meant by that. Diane had been wanting me that way for quite some time. We both knew she could have just took me, using her superior female body to overpower and rape me easily. The struggle I would put up would have been negligible- I doubt my giantess wife would have even noticed.

      Regardless, despite her desires she had held back due to my wishes. She certainly respected our relationship enough.

      I paused for a long while, gazing up at my wife’s gigantic face. Her lips pouted slightly, and her eyes pleaded with me the same way they had when I first came to her house. Briefly I thought about that night. It seemed so long ago, and my excitement to have sex with her the first time paled in comparison to right now. I had wanted Diane quite badly before, but something was different now. Now I wanted nothing more than for Diane to just take me, to use her womanly size on me, to violently and passionately have her way with me, once and for all.

      I quivered slightly at the thought, that familiar mixing of sex and danger giving me goose bumps. I lay backwards, fully prostrate in front of my dominant wife. I was powerless, submissive to her desires, yet until this point I had retained a certain coquettishness. My tiny body teased her, tormenting her with the thought of what it would be like for her to completely enveloping me in her vastness. Yet at that moment I knew, with all her size and power, that she was willing to take it no longer. I knew she wouldn’t hold back this time. I gulped as I prepared for my wife’s inevitable seizure of my diminutive body.

      I closed my eyes and lay perfectly still. It seemed like ages before anything happened. I felt the ground-like sheets of the bed move below me as my woman crawled onto the bed. It was like being on a ship at sea. I heard her moving powerfully beside me, slowly, as if she were stalking me. I clenched my fists and prepared for the inevitable.

      The springs creaked loudly under her mass as she began to sprawl out beside me. Already I could feel the oppressive heat emanating from her body as she placed her two legs on either side of me. I knew I was close to her womanhood from the increase in temperature.

      Then came the hand, the huge female hand that easily wrapped around my puny form and brought me cautiously into the air. My woman effortlessly lifted me up to her face, opened her fingers and displayed me in front of her in her palm.

      “Sweetie,” she whispered lovingly, but almost inaudibly. At her size it was difficult for anything she did to be “inaudible”.

      I opened my eyes slowly. My heart was beating through my chest. In a way I just wanted to get this over with, yet ultimately I knew that this was significant, and the anticipation was killing me.

      I turned to look over my shoulder, and beheld my giant wife’s beautiful face. She had brilliant green eyes, a cute nose, pretty pink lips, voluminous dirty blonde hair that fell about her face in shallow curls. Her expression was one of total adoration mixed with incredible desire.

      “I can’t help it anymore honey. I love you so much.”

      “I love you too Diane.” I said, accepting my fate.

      “I’m going to do things to you now,” she stated in a seductive but detached way.

      I just nodded in response. A sly, sexy smile of triumph covered my wife’s face. She prepared to do to me what she’d been wanting to do since we’d met. The time had come.

      Now that she had a green light she was through wasting time. Her hand gripped me tightly, gnashing my body violently. As she brought me down, down, down I cried out in protest.

      “You’re too big!”

      My woman laughed, a loud dominant laugh that instantly told me who was boss. Diane clearly didn’t believe in being “too big”.

      “Don’t worry, you puny man. Just make sure you do a good job squirming around in there. I like to feel you struggle against me.”

      Her gaping maw filled my view. Fully engorged, her pussy lips glistened in the light. Her sheath was wet and dripping, and her red nails on her fingertips came into view. The two tree-like fingers split her vagina, and her scent and humidity overcame me. I gazed at the gaping hole, her powerful labia on either side poised to engulf me. I felt myself starting to move closer.

      When I contacted her womanhood, Diane shifted her grip on me, pinning my tiny body between her two fingers.

      “Take a breath baby, here we go.” Her voice boomed from far away.
      I almost didn’t gulp in air fast enough, for she shoved me deep into her recesses. Instantly my world went completely black. I smelled nothing but woman, felt nothing but woman, saw nothing but woman. Diane let out a satisfying moan, repeatedly thrusting me inside her meaty twat in a horny frenzy.

      After about the third or fourth thrust she paused.

      “Get air.” She ordered. I did as I was told. She immediately shoved me back inside her.

      This continued for a while. Every couple thrusts she would allow me to breath, and I never felt like I would be asphyxiated. Her muscles clenched me tightly, intent to smash me inside her. Her hips would buck wildly at every thrust, and she cried out in passionate ecstasy. My face rubbed brutally against her abrasive G-spot, bringing her even more pleasure. She went completely animalistic in her lust. I had never seen my wife react like this- it hardly seemed possible for this to be the same sweet woman I had married.

      This is going to sound strange, but despite of all of this and in an odd sort of way I felt safe. Sure, Diane was doing her best to grind me up in her gigantic pussy, to shove me in so deep that I’d never come back. But it was uniquely satisfying to me, and I felt as if I belonged there, in the security of her womanhood. The warmth, the humidity, the womanly muscle mass around me massaging and engulfing me whole… the entire experience was exceptionally intimate and erotic to me.

      Her two fingers pinched me tightly as she crammed me in again, and my world went dark. Inside Diane all I could hear were the swishing of pussy juices and moaning from far away. Ridged pussy muscle quivered around me, clenching my body tightly. I suddenly felt Diane’s fingers slip out, leaving me inside her. The pressure increased dramatically, and I felt a loss of air as her massive climax took the wind out of me. I squirmed to try to escape, frantic.

      “YESSSS…..” I heard Diane’s muffled screaming above me in delirium and delight.

      I pounded against her unrelenting vaginal walls as juices flowed around me, crashing over me in waves. I felt dizzy and shaken as she bucked wildly, enjoying her orgasm.

      Suddenly, the quivering waves subsided, and the pressure on my body decreased. Two huge fingers clamped onto my leg and suddenly I was out and back in the light.

      As soon as I hit air I gasped, eager to take some in. Womanly scent filled my nostrils, but I didn’t care. As my naked body was soaked in Diane’s juices, I quickly felt cold, as if I’d just stepped out of a shower.

      “Breathe.” Diane commanded curtly. I didn’t need to be told. I got a few good breaths in.

      “More. Again.” She gasped, driving me home once more. The cycle repeated itself. Diane would rub me against her G-spot, her vaginal walls would close in and she’d leave me in there as her intense orgasm crushed me and covered me in cum. The giantess was insatiable, and climaxed several times over my tiny body, rocking me in her passionate throes. Each time it got easier for me, and soon I was almost enjoying it as much as she was.

      After a series of dramatic orgasms she pulled me out and held me for a few seconds, her face flushed from exertion.

      “Baby, how are you feeling?” she huffed.

      Spattered in sticky wet cum, I merely responded with an enthusiastic “thumbs up”.

      “Good. We’ll go one more time.”

      She really took her time with this one. I peered down at her hungry cunt and saw the pool of female juices that had formed under it. Diane was really making up for lost time, I guess.

      I was dropped limply onto her vagina. I knew she would be repositioning me between her fingers. Before I was to be sent back in, I gave her clit one big kiss, and my giantess moaned lovingly.

      “Mmmhmmmm… such a good boy… in you go!”

      I penetrated her slowly, and she gasped as I rubbed against the walls of her sheath. I passionately massaged the muscular darkness, feeling my lady from the inside out and bringing her great pleasure in doing so.

      I heard her breathing increase, and her thrusts became more frantic. Any moment now!

      Just before she tensed up, I squirmed onto my back. Her fingers slipped out, and I was facing the roof of her vagina, held against her G-spot by her muscular contractions. As this happened I thrust my stiff member against the rough tissue, stabbing again and again, driving my rod home for all I was worth, struggling desperately against my woman’s own orgasm.

      Diane screamed with delight, and fluids rushed around me as she climaxed yet again. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care. I was determined to finish too. I plowed into her cavernous mass, and felt the familiar tingling feeling of “no return” overcome me. As Diane’s climax started to subside my own began, and her muscles quivered and massaged me as I went. It was truly a beautiful thing.

      After I had finished she pulled me out and laid me on the bed. She got up to grab a towel and clean me off. She came back with a towel and a new blanket.

      “I sort of made a mess.” My sweet Diane had returned.

      Held in her hands, she affectionately caressed me, caringly cleaning her juices from my naked body. When she had finished she took my tiny form and hugged me in her cleavage.

      “Oh Joe, thank you. I love you so much.”

      I cuddled her breasts, feeling her rapid heartbeat through her chest.

      “I love you too Diane. You want to hear something?”

      She cocked her head to one side curiously. “What’s that?”

      “I actually wound up liking it in there.”

      Her huge face beamed with joy at the sound of that.

      “Well don’t you worry, little husband-man. You’ll be in there plenty of times in the future then.”

      She paused, and thought for a second.

     “...Just not right now. Young guy like you has got your wife all tuckered out!”