Standing before the mirror, she was to excited, happy. She saw her full figured frame and wondered why she thought she needed to lose some weight. “I'm beautiful, and it's not like he has a choice anymore.” While she said that aloud she couldn't help but truly question her moral conviction, could she really do that to him, and she knew her conscience was losing this battle as she patted her breasts, such a simple action causing her husbands world to rock.

He could do nothing, his confinement all consuming, flesh hugging his body from all sides. It only made space for him because he was there, and it only allowed him to survive because she willed it. Suddenly he felt his world rock. “What is she doing now?” He wondered. His protests to the sudden change came in the form of trying to move, but all he could do was lie there, even when the rocking turned into a continuous motion of up and down bounces.

She was walking from the bedroom, looking at her bust, into the small gap between her sports bra and chest. She imagined she could see her husband in there even though there was no sign of him, well other than the constant feeling of the lump she felt between her breasts, and now the feeling of that lump being scraped up and down either one of her mounds as they bounced with each step.

Having trekked their long hall way she came to the stairs that lead from their second floor to the first. “Oh honey, hang on tight!” she said all to excitedly as she took one step allowing her left foot to meet the first stair, purposefully she finished the step with a stomp of her foot, keeping her back stiff the entire time resulting in her breasts suddenly slamming together on her tiny husband before bouncing up and down and quickly coming to a rest. “Aww..maybe I should have kept my other bra on, the bounce would last so much longer then!”

Her steps, that is what he assumed was now happening, caused his world to sway back and forth, thankful for her having the foresight to put on a sports bra...”Wait..what am I thinking” thankful she put on a sports bra...what am I” he heard her telling him to hold on tight, what was she talking about? There was nothing he could hold onto.”Oh no the stairs!” and suddenly he felt his world explode with motion, squished, twisted, bent into odd angles and thrown in every possible direction.

Jessica smiled when she heard her husband scream, all to giddy she took her other foot and did the same on the next step, watching how her breasts repeated the action again, this time she listened more intently, expecting him to scream again, she wanted to hear if he screamed any words or not. Something she could speak to when she next taunted him.

As his world calmed down, he found himself in a different spot in her cleavage, he only knew this because he felt a little bit of difference in pressure, he assumed he had ascended closer to the surface of her cleavage. He knew it wasn't over, their house had 18 steps between the first and second floor and that was just one. He braced himself, knowing it was coming but when? The anticipation worse than the ordeal, if only he could see, something he could grasp onto to prepare. The tension made him think again about his predicament and how he was once again grateful she put on her sports bra. Once again he questioned why he was grateful for it, was he becoming accepting of this?

Then it happened again his world exploding with motion, and above his wife watching and listening intently. She saw him, for only the briefest of moments she saw his head break the surface of her cleavage, and she saw him looking up. His face held expressions of terror, she saw fear, and when she heard his scream as he disappeared into the valley of her bosom the excitement she once had left her. What was she doing to her husband, how could she be deriving so much pleasure from what she now realized may be torture?

As his wold came to a calm again he had no choice but to concentrate on his surroundings, it was all he had, the pressure of her bosom, the darkness of their confinement, and the sounds of the outside world. He knew his position in her cleavage had changed again, and he would shake his head if he could. “Why am I thinking of it as an outside world? It's my world too!”

He noticed the pressure all came from above while he felt fabric beneath, it was then that he realized he was actually beneath her breast now, held against it by her bra.

“I...I'm sorry honey....” The tone of her voice told him something was wrong. and he felt his prison moving. Ready for her to take another step he tensed, dread filling his every thought, if he was under her boob what would happen? Would he fall out of the gap between her bra and chest? Would her boob crush him? But the violent motions never came.

Jessica was reaching into her cleavage, concentrating on what she felt, as if searching for something. When she didn't initially feel anything but her breasts with her fingers she began to panic. “Honey, where are you?” Her hand then swept from side to side causing her breasts to roll against her bra and him.

Is she...searching for me he thought, unable to move, unable to scream, her breast dominantly lying over him controlled him completely. But then he felt it moving, sliding across him, and across her bra, the constrictive nature of his prison dragging him along with it. When he heard her ask him where he was he wished so much that he could answer her, hope rising.

“I can't believe I lost him in my cleavage.” She said to herself, but when he heard her say it he couldn't help but laugh to himself, he wasn't the first thing she lost in her cleavage, other things being money, cellphones, credit cards, and her drivers license. He couldn't help but find it amusing how he had joined the scores of such items that she hid in her bra, and now he began to wonder why he was enjoying himself.

Finally her hand left her cleavage and she brought both of them against the outside of her bra, feeling it for her husband. Ginally she felt that familiar lump under her boob. The voices in her head returned taunting him internally. He is so helpless that he can't even get out from under your boob, how sexy is that?

Rather than listen to her desires, this time she helped her little husband and with two fingers she pinched the little lump and pulled away from her breast, dragging her bra and her husband away, though her boob did follow for a brief few inches, as if it didn't want to let him go, but when enough space had been created her other hand worked its way into that small space and with two fingers grabbed one of his legs. Releasing him with her exterior hand she drug him from his prison and up the exterior of her bra, almost as if she purposefully allowed him to touch it's entirety before he was face to face with her, held upside down by one of his legs.

“Honey I'm so sorry...I didn't reali.. Oh, hold on.” She brought her other hand palm up and carefully lowered him into it so he was lying on his back looking up at her. To ensure he wouldn't fall she closed her fingers, not into a fist but just enough to trap his arms and shoulder, leaving his head free between them and his entire lower body exposed. Finally allowing time to think he looked up at her.

Body covered in sweat from his imprisonment the cool air of the air conditioned house felt great, and when she maneuvered him so that she could look at him easier she took stock of how he was laying, with his legs spread, displaying his tiny manhood to her, his face stuck between her fingers and his arms and chest completely enclosed in them. “They sometimes have a mind of their own don't they... And I can't blame them for wanting you, after all you are so adorable.”

Her attempt at breaking the ice failed when he didn't respond, worried she may have went to far she broke down and sniffled before bringing him up to her cheek, releasing his upper body she hugged him fully against it. “I'm so sorry honey! I didn't mean for it to go that far! I'll... I'll... change you back and never do this to you again.” She said relentingly, and for the first time in the 12 hours he felt true hope, hope that was wanning as he heard his wife crying, he felt so bad, everything she had done to him did't compare to what he just felt, and somewhere he was wondering if this was another one of her tricks, did she make him feel so compassionate?

“Honey, Jessica!” He yelled against her cheek, not able to stand the thought of her sad, crying, or unhappy.

Hearing him she removed him from her cheek and brought him before her, fingers carefully wrapping around his body to ensure he didn't fall again.

“Whaaat is it...?” “I...I... may have enjoyed it... a little.” The sudden change in her expression from sadness to surprise and then happiness made him feel better, but in the back of his mind he asked himself what he had just done.

“You did?” He didn't immediately reply and saw the uneasiness return to her face, with out thinking he replied “Yes, it was kind of sexy, but the stairs were scary, had I known what was going to happen I might have enjoyed that..kind of like a ride at an amusement park.”

What was he saying? Moments ago he wanted nothing more than to get out and get back to normal, now he was telling his wife he enjoyed it?

“Oh honey...” she said, mischief forming in that sexy smile and seductive voice.