Chapter 7

Kyle stood there stunned, gawking up at Martha’s immense form looming above, her tight lavender dress expanding hugely on either side of him as it strained to contain her thick, hulking hips. But Kyle couldn’t even focus on the fact that a single one of Martha’s powerful thighs was easily twice as thick as his entire body; he couldn’t even pause to gawk at how he was actually staring forward into the top of her stomach as she towered over him at a monstrous 6’11 in her big, sexy platform heels. He wasn’t even able to process the fact that she had just snatched his phone out of his hand right at the exact moment he had admitted to his boss that he was being hurt...that was all he had been able to get out of his mouth before Martha’s swift interruption.

But somehow, despite the obvious gravity of the situation, all he could truly focus on were those two dark spots around her nipples, which were becoming ever-darker, and expanding. Martha was lactating, in preparation for feeding him...and although Kyle absolutely hated himself for the intense feeling and emotion the sight fired within him, there was no denying it: he wanted Martha’s milk. He hungered for it...lusted after it. He longed to feel that huge, powerful palm of hers completely encompassing his skull as she pulled him in tight to her colossal, all-encompassing breasts. As much as these thoughts and desires pained him, and flew in the face of everything he wanted to be, he couldn’t resist. Martha’s power over him was growing more and more with each passing day, and as he watched her tongue the front of her bright teeth and wink down at him, he felt his cock twinge upward of its own accord.

“Oh yes?” Martha’s eyebrows went up in evident interest, holding Kyle’s phone up to her ear, “Is that right? And your name is...Ted? Hmmmm, that’s funny, I don’t remember my little baby mentioning you before, but then again, it’s hard to keep track of all his little...ahem, “friends” out there in the big, wide world.”

Kyle blinked, the spell of Martha’s milk briefly broken, and he started to panic. Martha was already talking crazy to Ted, and Kyle had no idea what she would say next. At this point, he assumed that she was capable of anything -- maybe she would start talking about how she breastfed him, or how she made him wear a diaper, or how she changed him, or any host of other horrible things that she could say.

‘But you told him!’ piped up a tiny voice in his head. ‘You told him what she was doing to you! If she acts all crazy on the phone, that’ll just confirm what you said, and then maybe...maybe he’ll get the cops involved and rescue you!’

A vision of Laura’s smiling visage suddenly flashed across his mind, and Kyle very nearly got choked up. He wanted her...really, he did! He wanted to go out with her on Friday (which was tomorrow!)...he wanted to smile and talk and laugh with her and run his hands through her hair and kiss her and be her boyfriend and have...a…a normal adult life! But even as he stressed to himself desperately, over and over how much he wanted all these things, he could not keep his eyes from drinking up the fearsome, awe-inspiring bulk of Martha’s gigantic body towering over him. The flame of rebellion was flaring briefly within him, but even as that tiny voice chattered excitedly about getting rescued and being allowed to live a normal life, another voice was already beginning to drown it out, a voice that said emotionlessly, and quite simply:

‘You don’t really want to be rescued, do you? No, what you really want is to be dominated by crazy, giant Martha...that’s what you really want.’

But even as he was momentarily lost in the furor of these competing thoughts, Kyle started back to the present moment. His feet had both left the ground; Martha had reached down, taken him gently but firmly by the collar of his shirt, and lifted him up off the floor with one hand while she chatted breezily away, holding the phone up to her ear with her free hand. The feat of effortless strength came as no shock to Kyle, but he still hadn’t gotten used to feeling like a literal plaything in her hands. His nervous eyes shifted to the side, looking straight into her huge, fleshy forearm.

‘Oh my god,’ he thought, unable to stifle the relentless cascade of size comparison thoughts that had already worn a searing rut in his mind, ‘Her forearm is bigger than my leg...her forearm…’

“Well I’m terribly sorry Mr. Ted,” Martha was saying cheerfully into the phone, “But I can’t put him back on, unfortunately. My little tyke hasn’t eaten all day and it’s high time for his meal!”

Kyle’s breath became more labored as his heart rate intensified in tandem. Martha was purposefully dangling his limp body next to her huge left tit, and looking down, she amused herself by gently brushing his face directly into her giant erect nipple, which was poking two whole inches up from underneath her bra and dress.

He could hear the faint, mechanical sound of Ted’s voice high up by Martha’s head. It was so strange for Kyle to hear Ted’s voice in Martha’s kitchen -- it was like a last relic remnant of the outside world encroaching on the profane reality his life had become.

“Mmmm...ohhhh….oh you will?” Martha inquired, eyebrows going up. Kyle’s heart sank; he knew that Ted was trying to do the right thing, to stand up for him, but from the tone of Martha’s voice, she was just going to toy with him.

“Hahaha, now where is all this coming from, Mr. Ted?” Martha laughed. She spun around, clearly enjoying herself, and ended up plopping straight down into her big kitchen chair. Kyle marveled at how someone so tall and massive could move with such easy grace. But he didn’t have much time to think, because Martha had swiftly bared her left breast and was slowly, inexorably, guiding his little head toward the fat, engorged nipple, which was already dripping with thick white beads of her creamy milk.

“You wouldn’t be saying such silly things if you knew, Ted...if you knew, what good care I’ve been taking of him! Heheh, I know the little guy needs a lot of attention, and I’m sure you’ve been an amiable, patient man, letting him make believe for a while, but sooner or later, a baby needs his Mommy.”

Right at the word “mommy,” Martha had forced her protruding nipple straight into Kyle’s mouth. He tried to put up some degree of resistance, but he may as well have been trying to move an entire oak tree with his bare hands. Martha’s hands held him effortlessly in place, and now the only way of resisting her was to now swallow the deluging swell of warm, sweet milk that was rapidly filling his mouth. But Kyle was terribly hungry (since Martha had been teasing him all day with her breasts, and of course not allowing him to eat any “real” food), and in any case, in this crazy moment, he knew that he was lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to drink her milk. It wasn’t just because he was hungry...it was because he was beginning to crave it all the time. He closed his eyes and began to swallow, hating (yet loving) the intense sensation of goosebumps pricking up across his entire body as he drank down the delicious milk of his captor.

“Of course he’s still here!” laughed Martha. Kyle could feel her nipple growing even bigger and fatter in his mouth. He sucked on it harder. “He’s been listening this whole time! What? What’s that? Hahaha nooooo, Ted, I can’t put him on speakerphone right now – he’s too busy having his dinner. Wanna know what he’s having, Ted? I’ll give you a clue: what do babies drink?”

Kyle could hear the distant buzz of Ted’s voice on the other end, but the more milk he swallowed, the less he cared. Drinking Martha’s milk had begun to have a kind of erotically hypnotic effect on him, one that inevitably wore off after mealtimes, but that, in the midst of drinking, was quite powerful. He couldn’t stop thinking about how huge and powerful Martha was, and how weak and pathetic his little body was in comparison with hers...and how she dominated him not only in body, but in mind and spirit as well. The more this mentality sank into his psyche, the less odd it seemed that he was breastfeeding from her.

“Aww Ted,” cooed Martha into the phone, “It’s obvious that your heart is in the right place, but I’d really, really hate for you to waste your time like that. You have my personal assurance that little Kyle is right where he needs to be, all safe and sound, with me.”

She pulled him off her nipple, and his puckering lips made a *pop* sound as they came off. Clearly, Kyle wanted more, but Martha had decided that he had had enough. After a few moments, his blurry vision began to correct itself, and he found himself looking up at Martha as she cradled him in her lap. He hadn’t noticed it before, but his phone looked miniature in her huge hand -- in fact, he couldn’t even see it. Martha looked like she was chatting amiably with a friend, and her expression only added to the surreal situation.

“Mhm, alright Ted, you do that,” trilled Martha happily, “You just go right on ahead and do that. But let me just offer a word of caution – I have a cozy, happy home here with my little guy, and I would...shall we say, not take kindly...AT ALL...to it being interrupted or invaded by interlopers who are trying to interfere in what makes us BOTH very happy. Mhmm….ohhhhh oh ok, haha...mmm yes...yes, well alright, like I said, do whatever you want, Ted. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Kyle heard Ted’s voice still talking quickly and animatedly before it suddenly went dead. Martha had hung up on him. Kyle saw the huge alabaster form of Martha’s arm stretch beyond him as she deposited his phone on the kitchen table. And then, with a swiftness that surprised him, she flipped his body over, forcing his legs to straddle her midsection, as she made him lie on her lap, facing up at her. Kyle hadn’t known what to expect from her after she hung up, but now he saw that she was smiling down at him warmly. Any fear that he had about her punishing him for divulging his situation to Ted vaporized.

‘She didn’t know the context of the conversation,’ he thought to himself reassuringly. ‘She doesn’t know what I answered “Yes!” to...for all she knows I was just talking about work.’

For several long moments, Martha just held him there in her lap, staring down at him with that warm, slow smile, her eyes steadily fixed on his face. She was studying him. Kyle tried to look back at her meekly, but found that he was unable to hold her stare for more than a few seconds at a time. Her eyes, and the intentions behind them, were just too powerful to meet head-on. Kyle had to look off to the side a few times. He wondered whether Martha would let him have a little more milk, if he asked nicely.

Quite suddenly, Martha spread her huge thighs open a little, exposing his upper legs, his ass, and his lower torso to the air. At the same time, still smiling, she held up her right index finger, showing off the sharp, red, manicured nail. And then, without the smile leaving her face, Martha lowered her finger under her thighs, punctured through his pants and his diaper with her sharp nail, and thrust her finger straight up Kyle’s ass, all the way to her second knuckle.

Kyle’s mouth shot open, and he tried to scream...but nothing came out. The pain that was shooting through his ass was so intense and burning that he felt like Martha was wrenching his entire life force out of his ass with her finger. His eyes watered instantly, and he stared up at her wildly, blinking over and over, trying all he could to beg for mercy. Through his tears, he saw that the top tip of her lip had angled upward slightly, so that her smile had a hint of a snarl to it. And then he saw her lips part, revealing her clenching teeth.

But a moment later he couldn’t even see her face anymore, because his eyes had rolled back into his head from the pain. Martha had hooked her finger up inside him and was now digging it up and down, back and forth, forging deeper and deeper ahead into his ass. The muscles of her sculpted cheeks clenched and unclenched, until at last she relaxed her jaw and spoke genially down to him:

“That was Ted, Kyle...a man who calls himself “Ted.” Huh...I answered the phone quite pleasantly, don’t you think? But he wasn’t too pleasant with ME. Now why could that be, little Kyle? Why would Mr. Ted not be amiably inclined towards me? It wouldn’t be because of something that YOU said to him, now, would it?”

“N-nooooooo!!!” Kyle screamed, finally finding his words. The sound of his voice subconsciously shocked him -- it sounded so wild, so inhuman...but the pain was so intense that he wasn’t even thinking about how he sounded. He just wanted it to stop.

“Noooo?” laughed Martha heartily, wiggling her finger up to the third knuckle, “No? Well then why was such a biiiiig, established, professional man so upset with me, little guy? He says that he’s your “boss,” Kyle. Haha, I tried to play along with him for a while, but apparently he was quite serious.”

She stopped moving her finger around and bent down low towards Kyle’s face. The pain was still acute, but since she had stopped moving her finger it was at least bearable enough for Kyle to open his eyes. Through the mist of his tears, he saw that Martha’s face was mere inches away from his own now. A chill went through him, mixing and congealing unpleasantly with the searing heat of his physical pain.

“He said that he was going to get the authorities involved, Kyle,” she whispered. “He said that he knew what was going on here, and that I wasn’t going to get away with it.” She straightened back up and threw her head back, laughing a loud, hearty, musical laugh. “Hahahaha, I...I didn’t even know what the man was talking about, getting himself all whipped up about nothing! How could he possibly know what a perfectly splendid setup we’ve got here!? Unless…”

And here, Martha’s wide smile faded a little, and she inclined her head to the side, looking down at him, scrutinizing him. All the while, her finger was all the way up his ass, unmoving, poised to either withdraw, or to begin burrowing aggressively once more.

“Unlessssss my little baby decided to blab his little mouth about things that he KNOWS he has no business talking about...ESPECIALLY to strangers!”

Kyle knew that now was not the time to point out that Ted was, in fact, not a stranger, but his boss. He only shook his head, over and over.

“Reeeeeally?” Martha cooed at him, inclining her head to the side still further, so that she looked rather insane. “Is my little baby suuuuuure about that? Because, heheh, I’m sure you’re aware, little guy, that your mother does NOT tolerate being lied to by anyone, but ESPECIALLY by the little one who she feeds and provides for every day.”

Kyle shook his head even more adamantly. He was afraid that if he spoke, his voice would quiver and waver so much that Martha would see right through his lie. The fact was, of course, that Kyle HAD alerted Ted to the direness of his situation, but he was certainly regretting that decision now. All he could hope for now would be that Martha would believe him and stop violating him.

For what seemed like an eternity, she held the same position, her head tilted far over to the right of her shoulder, peering down at him, analyzing him, while her finger throbbed in his ass. Kyle could actually feel the pulse of her heartbeat thundering through her finger and into his intestines. It was so crazy...and yet, now that the pain was starting to fade away, it curdled together with the unspeakable arousal he was now experiencing. His cock was rising up, pointing towards Martha’s face through his pants.

“Mmmmm good!” Martha purred deeply at last. She crinkled her eyes down at him affectionately. “I knew that my little baby wouldn’t try to do something like that to me...to US, to our HOME, hahaha!” She was all smiles again now, but she had not yet removed her finger from his ass. Kyle desperately wanted her to, but at the same time...he wanted her to leave it in. He tried to fight this horrible submissive urge within him, but the more he tried to fight it, the more he noticed how huge Martha’s breasts were compared to his pitiful little torso...how enormous her thighs were underneath him...and how big her finger felt in his ass.

He glanced down and drew a sharp, involuntary intake of breath. Her big wrist was right in between his outspread legs, and he could see that it looked to be about the same size as one of his legs. It was incredible...she was an absolute giant, a monster, compared to him.

“Ooooo, what’s this little thing poking up here?” Martha giggled. She hadn’t taken her finger out of his ass, and she was now bringing her other index finger down to playfully tap on the tip of Kyle’s erect cock, which was trying to push up through the fabric of his pants. Up until this point, Martha had only punctured through the bottom part of Kyle’s pants, leaving the rest of them intact. For a few seconds, Martha just sat there with Kyle on her lap, smiling and chuckling at the obvious erection as she batted at it with the tip of her finger. But then, with a suddenness that shocked Kyle, she took her free hand, slid her huge fingers down under his waistband, and tore the pants off his hips, like they were made of tissue paper. Kyle’s hard cock was now bouncing in the free air, much to Martha’s delight.

“Wowwwww!” she squealed, jiggling her finger excitedly in his ass. “Look at THAT thing! Hahahaha, my little baby’s got a little stiffy!” She brought her face down closer to Kyle, so close that he could barely see anything else.

“Does my little man like it when Mommy sticks her finger up his ass?” she cooed. “Hmmmm?”

Kyle shook his head. Martha arched an eyebrow down at him.

“No? Really?” she persisted. She turned away from him and fixed her gaze on his erection. For long moments she just sat there, staring at it, until finally she pivoted back and stared him straight in the face once more.

“Because...see...it SEEMS like you really like it!” she laughed. “Because if you DIDN’T like it, your little toy soldier down here wouldn’t be standing so stiffly to attention. That’s how anatomy works, baby! It looks like Mommy’s got a thing or two to teach baby about his own body. See, watch!”

Much to Kyle’s horror, Martha started playing games with her finger in his ass. She wormed it around deeper and deeper as she watched him squirm; she made her whole arm vibrate crazily as she shook her finger deep inside him. Kyle yelped out, and would have cum very soon if Martha hadn’t relented, laughing ecstatically at his reaction. But she didn’t stop there. She turned her finger around and around, like she was busy combing for something in some far-to-reach place. Kyle inhaled sharply as her hooked finger got close to his prostate, but didn’t quite touch it.

“Oh?” inquired Martha in mock-seriousness. “Right there? Right close to there? What is it, Kyle? What’s there, little baby? Did Mommy accidentally touch something sensitive?”

His cock was rock-hard, and so affected by Martha’s play that it was beginning to drool a thick line of precum down its length. As Martha continued tormenting his ass, she used her other fingers to tease his bare cock. She touched a finger to the tip of his mushroom head and slowly, luxuriously, drew it back, triling a long, sticky line of precum along with it.

“Woaaah, haha, my goodness!” she laughed, sticking her finger in her mouth and tasting the precum, “There’s so much of it, Kyle! You’ve made so much for me! And mmmmmm, this isn’t even the good stuff!”

She kept dabbing her finger on the tip of his cockhead, drawing out sample after sample of his precum. It was no secret how much she relished the taste. Soon Kyle’s ears were full of her loud moans and lip-smackings as she enjoyed his taste, hungry for more.

“But Mommy wants the REAL stuff, baby!” she whined, winking at him playfully as she shook her huge breasts down at him, flexing and unflexing her huge thighs under him, reminding him that, in every direction, she surrounded his little body completely.

“My little man’s been such a GOOD little boy today, and Mommy wants to make him feel sooooo goooood! Come on Kyle...come on, my sweet, sweet little boy...give Mommy what she wants. Come on...come on...you can do it...let Mommy have it…”

Martha’s finger, which had sat dormant in his ass for the last couple minutes, suddenly came alive again. It quickly became clear that Martha had known exactly where Kyle’s prostate was the entire time. Hooking her finger up and burrowing it even deeper into his ass, she pressed the fleshy pad of her index finger hard against Kyle’s prostate. His eyes shot open in wild panic as his cock instantly spasmed, gearing up to rocket off a volley of cum. Martha’s eyes opened just like his, and her face bore down on him, her nostrils flaring, her lips parted in triumph. And then, all at once, two things happened. Her finger began vibrating powerfully against his prostate, and at the same time, her other hand wrapped powerfully around Kyle’s bare cock (encompassing it completely aside from the urethral opening), and began to jack it off as fast as she could.

“Yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

Kyle squealed out like a little pig. All his limbs spasmed and shook, and he completely lost control of his body. He came harder than he had ever cum in his entire life, shooting a massive geyser of thick white straight up into the air. Martha felt the spasm in his cock, and she quickly turned around. She was ready for the load, and when it exploded up into the air, she reacted. Curling her huge head under the cumshot’s trajectory, Martha opened her mouth wide, sticking out her enormous tongue, and caught most of the load directly in her mouth as it came back down.

“Yeeeeeeaassshhhhh!” she laughed, the cum briefly distorting her words. She blinked and leaned back toward Kyle, who was panting like he had just run an entire marathon. His entire body was red and flushed, and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Martha showed him her cum-filled open mouth, wriggling her tongue lewdly down at him, before closing her mouth and swallowing the entire load down triumphantly as she stared at him, never breaking eye contact. Kyle whimpered and exhaled in short, uneven bursts in response. He had never been so humiliated, or aroused, in his entire life.

“A quick reward for my little baby,” Martha quipped, “And a quick snack for Mommy. The perfect combination! I’m going to do that to you a lot, Kyle...that is, as long as you keep being a good little boy for Mommy.”

A few minutes later, Martha had changed Kyle into a new diaper and had allowed him to rest on the sofa. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, listening to her humming cheerily out as she cooked in the kitchen. He had no idea what to do. Was Ted going to rescue him? Was he contacting his parents now? The police!? What would happen, if they showed up? And...perhaps even more terrifyingly...did Kyle actually WANT them to show up?