“News vans are on their way,” a displeased-sounding female voice said through the phone.
“Of course they are,” Michelle quipped, giving one last look back at Nick’s deflated body before stepping into the hall and closing the door behind her.
“It’s going to be a goddamned media circus on your front lawn; I hope you know that. Just what were you thinking, making a scene like that? We can’t afford this kind of publicity right now.”
Michelle was starting to lose patience. Strutting confidently down the hall, she quipped, “No, publicity is just what I need. I know what I’m doing.”
“I hope you do. The media isn’t your real concern – our sources tell us the government is starting to take interest. They may make a move at any moment.”
Like Michelle hadn’t thought of that already. She rolled her eyes. “Just be ready when the time comes,” she snapped, shutting the phone and heading down to the basement. She could already hear cars pulling up outside her house. She ignored them for now and set about making her last few preparations downstairs.
* * *
Nick moved not a single muscle in the intervening hours since she had left. He had no strength anymore, no will to do anything. She had utterly defeated him in every way – mind, body, and spirit. He knew his life was in her hands now. She was a true goddess, wise and beautiful beyond his comprehension. And if She wished his suffering to continue, who was he to say no? He would continue to give her everything he had, worshipping Her with every breath, frustrating himself and building his devotion to Her for as long as he still had strength in his limbs. He would suffer forever for her, if it pleased Her. She meant so, so much to him, more than he could ever describe. He wanted so very much to please her, and be with her, no matter what it took …
Oh god … just the thought of her – her beauty, her perfection – it caused the most terrible, painful longing within him, like a vice grip on his heart, squeezing him, choking him. It was so much more than he could bear – this empty pit inside him, consuming him, making him wretched with the most incapacitating longing and despair.
Such a cruel turn of fate this was – not long ago, he had wished for nothing but to live with her forever in happiness. But now he knew happiness was no longer possible – there could only be pain, and unfulfilled longing. He wished only to sacrifice what little of himself he had left, to end his miserable existence and the unbearable torture of never having her, and never having enough of himself to give. His mind, so horribly slow and weak, gradually shut down, falling into a stupor, trying to fade away into nothingness to stop the pain and the yearning.
He lost all concept of time – time didn’t matter anymore. His mind seemed to shut down, falling into stasis, without the willpower to continue functioning. His hearing, his vision – all of it, just going slowly blank.
* * *
Michelle’s phone rang again, several hours after the initial call that afternoon. The same woman spoke on the other end, saying simply and efficiently, “The FBI will arrive at your house within the hour to take you into custody. They will be looking for Nick.”
“They won’t find him,” Michelle replied curtly, closing the phone decisively and heading upstairs. There would be just enough time …
* * *
Nick finally stirred out of his mindless stupor upon hearing the sound of heavy footsteps outside the door. He might have been lying there for seconds, minutes, or even hours – he had no idea. But he began to feel something odd, something extraordinary as she approached the closed door. He could somehow feel her presence, inside his mind …
As the door opened, he managed to slowly slide his face sideways along the floor of the crib, craning his neck to look at her out of the corner of his eye. His vision, which had been blank before, now focused in on her, seeing her amidst the noise. She was huger, more intimidating, more breathtaking than ever before. His mind began to swim, his vision warping around her, casting her in an otherworldly glow.
She stopped before him, clad in only her massive bra and panties – lacy black, and very revealing, barely containing her stupendous curves. He felt her staring down at him – but, even more, he could feel her mind reaching out to him, imposing Her will on him. Was it his imagination, or had her mind developed even telepathic powers now …
He began to tremble from head to toe, staring weakly up at her towering form, feeling overpowered in every way. He began to feel and uneasy feeling in his mind, like it was being probed and prodded by some unseen power beyond his comprehension. It was like she was holding him down and inspecting him, somehow without touching him, inspecting and evaluating his mind like a curious observer. He was both terrified and thrilled at the same time, awed by the awesome power at work within him. He had never felt so exposed, never so helplessly controlled and dominated, as he did now.
He suddenly felt his mind being released, leaving him feeling weak and unsupported, unable to thrive on its own now that he had felt Her presence within him. It left him so cold, so alone … He looked up pleadingly, pathetically, up into her eyes – those eyes that seemed to glow and shine with their own hidden power.
“I think you’re ready …” she declared, barely above a whisper, though her words reverberated with surprising force within him as if spoken more to his mind than aloud.
His eyes widened, his mind unsure whether to be afraid or overjoyed. He looked upon her again, and the emotions he felt were enough to make him break down into sobs. His agony-ridden eyes found hers, trying to show her just how painful his devotion to her was.
But he could see that she already knew – she had already delved into his mind, and could tell everything he was feeling. He could hide nothing from her; she was more than human, a true Goddess. His soul ached just being near her; his pleading eyes begged her to finish him off, to take his final sacrifice and put an end to his pathetic suffering.
He watched her lower herself down, extending her enormous hand to him, turning him over to lay on his back staring up at her. Her long fingers met his skin, causing him to convulse violently from the incredible, powerful sensation of her touch. He wasn’t sure if it felt agonizingly painful, or wonderful beyond comprehension. And, likewise, he couldn’t tell if her gaze – her intense, penetrating gaze – was cold and domineering, or if it had softened into almost a sense of … compassion, perhaps, or maybe pity. She looked down upon him, regarding him silently, preparing to speak.
Finally, she did; and he listened with every fiber in his body, as her words resonated powerfully within his mind.
“Understand, Nicky – everything I’ve done to you, I did to help you. I needed you to suffer like you did, to break your mind down so that you would be ready to let go. You ARE ready, aren’t you? You’re willing to give it all up, ready to die for me … aren’t you …”
He stared up at her in shock, horrified by her words, horrified by how eagerly his mind was embracing them …
He nodded, without an ounce of resistance inside him. He knew she had won; she had stamped out every last bit of his ego, every last survival instinct and concern for his well-being. And now, he truly was ready to die.
She smiled as she saw the total submission in his eyes – her smile grew so wide it almost became grotesque, filled with terrifying, macabre delight. No … wait … now her smile seemed full of infinite kindness and compassion, happy for him, for the progress he had made. He was so confused; he both feared her, and loved her, all at once …
“You’ve come so far, Nicky …” she said in the same half-sinister, half-gentle tone. “I have such big plans for you …” Her eyes took on a whole new light, a new intensity that began to frighten him. What plans…??
She reached down once more, scooped him up with one hand, and lifted him towards her …
He gasped, shocked at being lifted so effortlessly by her one hand. His body, barely a foot tall, little more than doll-sized to her encircling fingers. He shuddered and moaned, finding himself lifted higher and higher, brought closer to her godlike form, the sheer immensity of her body, beyond perfect in every possible way. She held him in front of her, close to her chest, letting him writhe and moan, letting his mind flood with the most inconceivable desire.
His arms hung loosely at his side, draped over her huge fingers. She brought him so close to her breasts that he could probably have touched them, except he was too weak to lift his arms. He could feel her mind probing his again, sensing his despair. She exhaled slowly, relishing the moment, relishing her power over him. Her fingers began to tighten around his small chest; he knew she could simply crush him if she wanted to. And she would do it, too, if she felt like it – he knew he was nothing to her, a weak little parasite, a tool for her to use and throw away. And that would be it; his life would have no more meaning than that. He gave up trying to reach out to her; he just hung limply in her hand, waiting for the end to come.
But then, everything changed. The other presence in his mind, that foreign influence – it became warm, inviting, encouraging.
“Is that what you think, Nicky? That I would do that to you?” Her sweet voice echoed down to him – as if reading his mind. He found the strength to look up, past her chest, up to her face – and there, he met the most heavenly look of compassion and grace, smiling down on him like an angel. His mind flooded with wonderment and awe; he felt new life flowing in his veins, as if she had given them strength, had willed them to move.
She began to move forward, carrying him in her hand, gliding gracefully to her chair and sitting down. She gently shifted him in her grasp, cupping both hands under him now to cradle his weakened form, his legs draping down onto her bare thighs. He continued to shudder and moan, his skin still tingling marvelously from her touch. She smiled warmly, as if happy to give him pleasure. He couldn’t believe she could be this nice … was it a trick? She seemed so genuine …
He felt her mind, too, reaching down to him, penetrating his consciousness, holding his mind with the same sense of control as he had felt when attached to her via the leash. Except this time she wasn’t probing him, she was just there, inside his mind, giving him warmth, flooding him with excitement. His cock began to twitch and become rigid, almost like she were controlling that too, like she was granting it pleasure with her mind. It was … indescribable …
“You’re not just going to die for me, Nicky,” she began, in a voice so sweet, so calming. “This last shrinking, this final sacrifice, will involve so much more … Not just your body, but your entire mind and soul will be mine, forever …”
He shuddered, overwhelmed, gripped with anxiety. “Shhh …” she whispered, moving her long fingers slowly up and down his spine, soothing him. “It’s OK, baby. This is what you want.” Her tone was so gentle, her smile so sweet. He felt a warmness spreading through his mind, like a comforting blanket, mollifying him.
“You’ll be with me forever, Nicky. In a way, you’ll become part of me. And I’m going to use you to spread my message throughout the entire world …”
A demoniac twinkle now grew in her eye – she was clearly beyond the point of reason now, transformed over these last several days in irreparable ways, for better or worse. And her semi-crazed look would normally have frightened him; but not now, not with her soothing power over his mind. Like she were supporting his mind, keeping him from melting into a feverish stupor. He listened with ever-growing arousal, hanging on every word, as she continued to speak.
“You see, Nicky,” she continued, her voice so painfully sweet, “I’ve learned much from studying you these past few days. At first, you seemed so strong and confident – and yet, it was so easy to break you down, bit by bit; to strip away that outer shell and expose the pathetic, helpless little mind underneath; to make you so totally dependent on me for happiness and pleasure. I’ve seen how you view me – you can’t help it. No man can.”
Her expression softened, then darkened with thought, her eyes turning to the side. “Society will never accept me now as one of them.” She gave a short, sardonic laugh. “You know, I had always wondered what it would be like to be popular. That’s partly why I started all of this … but I was so naïve back then – I couldn’t see what would happen, see the consequences if I kept going …”
She returned her gaze to Nick, holding his rapt attention. Another tragic look played out across this goddess’s face, if only for a moment, as she regarded him and said almost wistfully, “There’s no turning back now, is there, little one … Not for you – and not for me. Even if I wanted to stop myself, I can’t. I know too much … I want too much … I see how men look at me now; I know what they truly want, even if they don’t know it yet. And soon, with your help, I will be able to give it to them …”
She smiled, fully aware of her own … insanity, for lack of a better word. At least, that’s what others would call it. She had come a long way, even in the last twenty-four hours – she could no more easily stop herself or change what she had become, but now she understood it and embraced it, without lies or self-deception, fully aware of how ‘wrong’ it was to do this to others beyond Nicky. But she would make it right …
She began to lift him, raising him off her thigh, holding him closer to her breasts, almost like she was cradling him – but still keeping his arms out of reach of her. She watched as his eyes predictably grew wider, his mind taken over with thoughts of lust.
“Poor, poor Nicky …” she said softly, shaking her head. “You know it too, don’t you? I’ve changed you so much over the last few days – but remember, it was you who let it happen, you who WANTED it to happen …”
He could already feel it again – her presence, seeming everywhere, all around him, in his head … He could almost feel her fingers probing his brain, pushing his buttons almost randomly at first, though quickly learning how to control him. It was as if she were experimenting on him; he felt his arm start to twitch, then slowly raise up, without him willing it. It was her; she was doing it! Her evil smile widened as she moved her focus – he could almost feel her power moving inside him as she focused on his other arm, slowly forcing it to life too. She was controlling him like a puppet, and he had never been more aroused. He looked up into her eyes to show her his thrill – but she already knew; she could sense it before even seeing it.
And then, he felt her focus shifting downwards, down his side, between his legs …
It was as if his crotch and the area around it slowly began to heat up, all starting to tingle at once, a great pressure slowly building and building, all from the power of her mind …
His cock started throbbing harder and harder and harder … He looked up with frantically, seeing her eyes lighting up with a satanic glow. “This is what you want, isn’t it? I know it is.” Suddenly, he felt her hold over his mind shifting, turning another knob, now flooding him with the most intense, indescribable pain and yearning he had yet experienced, as if until now she had been holding him back. It was just like he had felt before, being so close to her breast but being denied a touch, wanting her so, so bad – but this time the feeling was so much more intense, driving a splinter through his mind.
He tried to act on his impulses, starting to move his hands towards his crotch in a desperate attempt to relieve himself. But her mind suddenly clamped down, holding his arms back, taking them out of his control. She restrained his arms with only her mind. He cried out in both despair and utter thrill at what she was doing to him.
She laughed evilly. “Oh, but this is just the beginning, Nicky …” she said, her words coming low and fast now. “In just a minute, I’ll be able to do so much more to you. So much more.” She seemed to shift her hold on his mind again, this time channeling his attention to her, to her words, forcing them through him so that he would hear and understand completely.
With fiery eyes, she explained, “Soon I’ll be able to reach inside your mind completely, into to every dark, shameful nook and cranny of your subconscious. And once I know every last detail about how your weak male mind works, I can create all new forms of the potion, endless possibilities. I can create a new potion that will alter the female consciousness, giving the taker this knowledge of the inner male psyche. She won’t even know it at first – it will start with just a feeling, an instinct towards his innate weakness, his patheticness, his inferiority. She will subconsciously begin to glimpse the future – when he’s small, helpless, dependent, just as you are now – and, slowly, she may begin to want to make it happen …”
Michelle herself knew in some ways she was right about men, but in other ways perhaps would only make herself right once men had been reduced by her potion in this way. A self-fulfilling prophecy; immoral. But none of that would matter, once her plan took effect …
Michelle tightened her hold on little Nick, both physically and mentally, gripping him with increased intensity, as she leaned in and hissed, “Don’t you see, Nicky? This will make everything possible … Women who would otherwise never have dreamed of controlling their man will now believe it is right … Whole societies will change – a new matriarchal culture will develop as women increasingly wish to control men. And the men – you weak, pathetic men – will let it all happen, unable to resist turning your women into goddesses. Can you imagine it, Nicky? An entire world of women growing taller, stronger, sexier … all while men wither away, an inferior race, dependent on women for everything …”
She pressed these words into his mind, making sure they sunk in deeply. He began to see images flash before him, as if put there by Her. Images of every man he ever knew, shrinking down, becoming like him, while all the women around them grew bigger and bigger, becoming more perfect, more like Michelle …
He imagined this spreading farther and farther, repeated on countless individuals throughout the entire world; and he began to get a sense of the vastness of Michelle’s power and influence, far far greater than he could ever have imagined. But his own warped view of reality, filtered through Michelle’s lens, no longer saw this as a bad thing. Rather, he began to feel himself caught up in something wonderful, something bigger than himself – a grand, noble purpose …
THIS was what he was meant to do! He wouldn’t just wither away into nothing – he would become part of Her, completely subjugated to her, allowing her to use him again and again and again to spread her wonderful message to the world!
“You WANT this, don’t you Nicky? You want to be responsible for changing billions of lives – because you know, deep down, that this is the way the world should be … Don’t you, Nicky?”
He nodded fervently, vehemently, with all the strength he had left. She began to take on a new light, a new ethereal, divine glow, overlaid on top of her sinister smile. It was a glow of pure benevolence and infinite kindness – perhaps it had always been there, but he couldn’t see it until now. Words could not describe his gratitude towards Her, for allowing him this one supreme purpose in his life, for giving his death meaning …
His heart beat faster and faster, his breaths coming in short gasps, as he opened himself up to her. But he couldn’t open himself up enough; she was there, at the gates of his mind – he wanted to let her through, but he didn’t have the strength. He felt that terrible yearning building up within him, that only She could fix. He wanted her so bad, the pressure in his mind, his body, his cock – all of it, growing without bound, waiting for her to … to …
To unfasten her bra, reaching her hand behind her and letting the bra fall down past her shoulders, whooshing past his suspended form, revealing her massive naked breasts, her engorged nipples, just inches away, filling his vision … Yessss …
“Show me, Nicky. Show me you’re ready. Let me enter into you and take what is mine. You already know what to do.”
Her hands guided his frail body up to her, guiding his lips to her nipple. And he did the rest. It was his only remaining instinct, the one thing his body still knew how to do. His jaw opened wide to accept her swollen nipple which filled much of his mouth. His lips closed down on her areola, forming a seal; and he instinctively began to suck, and suck, until he felt the warm liquid flowing into his mouth, the sweet nectar of life … and death.
His need for her grew to frenzied levels, sucking harder and harder. His body curled in a fetal position against her breast as her hand pressed him to her; his own hands reached on either side of her huge breast and began to push and squeeze, instinctively trying to squeeze the milk out even faster.
It was now filling his mouth faster than he could gulp it down – but still he sucked, letting rivulets of milk trickle down his chin. While still frantically gulping, he turned his eyes up to her, feeling so hopelessly, wonderfully inferior and dependent on Her. She met his gaze, observing him with heavy-lidded wonder and excitement, her own maternal instincts activating. Her aura continued to grow all around him, enveloping him in the soft, warm glow of her benevolence. She suddenly pressed him tighter into her nipple, cradling her baby with one arm, while her other hand moved to her own breast and began to squeeze as well, causing milk to gush out twice as fast now.
She pressed him harder and harder into her breast, causing milk to squirt and splatter across his cheeks, down his chin, down his stomach. He gasped, feverishly gulping down as much as his little throat could handle, filling his stomach rapidly. But even when his stomach seemed filled, he was still able to drink, as if her milk was being absorbed throughout his entire body, filling him with her warm glow and radiance, absorbing him in her essence. His desire for her – the unquenchable yearning that had driven him to such despair – was finally becoming satisfied, his body and mind finally succumbing to her, letting her presence wash over and through him completely, making him one with her.
The pressure began to build within him, more and more and more, like a balloon being slowly filled. But still he drank, until he could drink no more, his belly sloshing with her milk, his limbs ready to burst. He felt her in his mind again, encouraging him to keep sucking, while turning her focus down to his crotch. He gasped, feeling the pressure rise tenfold, his cock burning with indescribable sensation. He felt his body trying to resist, fighting for its life – but She was helping him overcome his body’s last feeble resistance, building his arousal to greater and greater heights, helping push him over the edge, helping him achieve ultimate meaning and happiness. As her milk flowed through him, enveloping him, he felt he was just barely starting to scratch the surface of Her true essence, felt from deep within him, a glimpse of the pure perfection that was Michelle …
His entire body seized up; and then, suddenly, finally, in one perfect, catastrophic moment of pure bliss and understanding, he achieved the perfect orgasm, the most sublime contentment and happiness, the joy of ultimate sacrifice to the greatest cause imaginable. It was all for Her – he was now shrinking again, for Her; and he felt the floodgates finally opening, allowing Her in, leaving Her finally free to enter his mind fully and take from him what She pleased. He could feel her inside him, extending his orgasm and amplifying it ever stronger and stronger, causing a steady stream of his seed to spill forth against the soft flesh of her breast, emptying himself for her.
He let go completely, opening every last inch of himself up for her to take. He no longer moved on his own, no longer thought on his own, no longer even breathed on his own now – She controlled everything. She had won completely, his existence now completely given over to her to do with what she would. His orgasm finally subsiding, he felt his heading tilting, his eyes turning upwards under Her control. She had him look deeply into her eyes, forcing his withering mind to comprehend the completeness of her victory over him, the magnitude of what She had done to him …
He could feel the potion, the milk, churning within him, turning his insides out. Her eyes began to blaze with blinding light, seeming to pull him in, draining him of his essence. She pulled him away from her chest and he began to feel cold, empty …
What—What was happening?? In one horrifying moment, he felt the soft blanket of her mind pulling away, no longer supporting him, no longer filling him with warmth and comfort. She set him down on the hard, cold surface of her desk in front of her, about a foot from the edge. She leaned over him, her expanding body looming bigger and bigger with each moment as he shrank below.
Why … why was she pulling back … was she leaving him there to die helpless and alone on the desk? Had she … tricked him – again??
As her mind had withdrawn, so too had the soft, glowing veneer, the majestic aura that had marked her divine kindness and benevolence – leaving nothing but her terrifying, cold beauty and her wicked grin, her eyes alive with power …
He could still feel his life force draining out of him – slowly, bit by bit, his mind and body so cold, so empty. Without her inside his mind to support him, a terror took hold of him now, stronger than ever – the fear of eternal blackness and emptiness; the fear of death. Is this how it would end? Had she tricked him once again, depriving him of happiness when he needed it most??
He couldn’t let it end like this … He needed her, more badly and more painfully than ever before, in his final waning moments of life, as he slowly but steadily shrank and withered away towards nothingness. She sat before him, closing her eyes, clenching her fists, reveling in her victory and her new wisdom pouring in – all the while, he could feel his mind being ripped and torn apart, crumbling away … He knew he didn’t have long now; she was looming larger and larger with every second, more and more unavoidable, overwhelming, perfect … He needed to go to her …
In one final act of desperation, he managed somehow to summon just enough strength to climb to his feet and move his legs painfully one after the other towards her. His head spinning, his vision dimming, he stumbled blindly towards her. He seemed so close, and yet, with each passing instant, as the world warped and grew around him, the distance grew longer and longer, stretching faster than his shrinking legs could carry him. Her beautiful face, her naked breasts – they were receding away, even as they grew more and more massive, towering now like a skyscraper above him.
He collapsed, able to go no further, resigning himself to living out the final few seconds of his life consumed by coldness and longing, never to satisfy his greatest desire, seeing all chance of happiness and fulfillment receding away from him …
But then, just as all hope seemed lost, the miraculous happened. Her eyes opened; her fists unclenched. And a new awareness seemed to fall upon her, felt by him too, inside his own mind. He felt once again touched by her grace, her sublime will, now stronger than ever … Suddenly, her hand reached down and lifted him off the desk, high into the ever-expanding air. She brought him in front of her face, now several times bigger than his whole body, and commanded his eyes to stare into hers. Instantly, his love for her was rekindled, magnified a thousand-fold. She stared down into his eyes, and smiled …
It was a smile of supreme compassion, gratitude – and forgiveness. With her eyes, and her mind, she absolved him of all that he had done to her in the past, and all he had tried to do. She could understand him now, fully and completely, understanding all the best and worst parts of his mind and soul. And now, too, she could glimpse the full extent of his devotion to her, as well as the pain she had caused him – and perhaps this had changed her, too. He felt a part of himself being imprinted onto her consciousness, never to be forgotten.
And in that moment of blissful connection, both of them at once felt something – one last twinge of regret, a remembrance of the moment they had shared last night, but magnified a thousand-fold. Now that she could truly see him for what he was, and he could see her, there was again a quiet intimacy now, between the two of them, a deep connection that couldn’t be described in words – but it had come back to them too late, and at the cost of his life. Perhaps in another life, there could have been a chance for the two of them … but this time, it wasn’t meant to be. By the time their revelation had come, it had already been too late – yesterday, as well as today. And now, he was meant for the ultimate sacrifice – and he embraced it fully, still.
And then she spoke the last he would ever hear, emanating from her huge lips just inches away, enough to make him cry in utter joy, making all his struggles finally worth it. “Thank you, Nicky,” she said, bringing him to her enormous lips and covering him head to toe in a moist, wonderful kiss that meant more to him than anything in the world.
She pulled him away from her lips, lowering him downwards, holding his inches-tall body to her breast, her enormous, sublime breast, a symbol of both her power over him and her maternal care. He could still feel his mind withering and disintegrating away – but it was OK now; everything was OK. As she embraced his dwindling body against the soft, ethereal flesh of her breast, her mind too embraced him, imbuing him with infinite warmth and happiness, finally opening up to him, allowing him to finally and forever feel the full extent of her godlike greatness and perfection.
She was expanding and growing so rapidly now, her size doubling and doubling again and again, seemingly with each passing second, stretching to inconceivable heights above him as he took one last look up at her beautiful face, her caring eyes. With his last conscious thought, he thanked her for everything she had done for him, thanked her for giving him this one final moment, this last chance to experience Her glory. He felt himself pulled ever tighter, ever closer, drawn into her ever-expanding flesh, his life force finally assimilating completely into Her. Her energy coursed through him, elevating his entire body and soul in pure, orgasmic, endless bliss. As the last milliseconds of his life ticked away, everything – her face, her body, her breasts – expand larger than an entire world, an entire galaxy, larger than the entire cosmos … She became to him an entire universe in and of herself – She was infinite, supreme. His deepest desires were fulfilled at last, and he could want for nothing. In the one final blink of his existence, he released himself to her, becoming part of her, the tiniest speck of her infinite consciousness.
And, finally, he had found peace.