I think that sometimes events happens in a somewhat absurd way, things that you feel could have been easily changed but still nothing can alter the original nature that originated the matter; this is one of those cases. As I was placed on the glass table that made me feel like I was floating many meters above the ground we both took slices of the pizza still hot with our mouths silent, no wonder after the pathetic interruption about an act that took us so long to do.

Taking care of the way she ate, Monica covered her mouth with a free hand every time she brought a piece of pizza to her mouth, she doesn't enjoy being seen eating, much less when someone who has a completely clear path at this distance from her and can examine it clearly. By my side, she released me inside the square brown cardboard box with the logo of the pizza shop after having cut the first triangular slice of the contemporary delicacy. It should be noted that each piece that I tear off with my hand is practically a crumb of the entire content for her so she helps me by subtracting pieces supplemented from the top with the various ingredients scattered throughout the circle of dough with cheese and sauce carefully laying them on her long, beautifully manicured pink nails so that as her hand descends towards me I can take them.

Opening a parenthesis about my current strange situation, it is certainly one that can be described in one way and that is surreal from start to finish, even so it is not a bad situation. The feeling that is based on Monica having total power over me, being completely at her mercy and depending entirely on her right now is a new and intoxicating sensation, is not something you can express directly with words. Thankfully she chose to not read my mind yet but I feel how that beautiful feeling takes hold of me more and more.

—The pizza is very tasty...

In a sad and embarrassing way I tried to bring up a topic of conversation to lighten the heavy atmosphere that surrounds us both at this moment with something as trivial as the taste of the pizza.

—You're right... it was a good idea to ask for it... uh...

Feeling like we somehow fell back into the hole of shame, I piled up all my social skills in one spot to reach somewhere with a conversation. Finishing my last piece I felt my stomach full enough and my arguments ready to go.

—If you like... we can continue whenever you want, I mean... I-is not that I want to...! Y-YES I WANT! W-what I don't want is for you to feel like I'm pressing you to do it! I mean… um, only if you want to… Although that sounds like I'm asking you! And indeed I am! B-but… —I felt that not even with a hundred corrections like that I could get anywhere, falling in total frustration—. AAAAAAAAHHH! —I rubbed my still floury hands on my scalp desperately.

Apparently both my stuttering and lack of communication skills under tense situations had the exact effect I wanted to get in the beginning since Monica couldn't bear it and burst out laughing.

—PFFFFF HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.

Certainly my intention was to break the ice but somehow hearing her uncontrolled laughter traced a bit to my ego. A few seconds later, wiping her tears away Monica smiled focusing her piercing ruby red eyes on my small, stressed figure.

—I didn't know whether to blush or laugh but in the end I think I opted for the second option when I saw you wanting to disperse that unpleasant atmosphere, it was really a nuisance that we were interrupted huh? —Bringing the last remnant of the pizza triangle in her hand to her mouth, she devoured it closing her mouth and chewing and swallowing—. But thanks Danny, of course I want to continue, although we will go to my room for that.

Seeing a piece of food several times my size disappear inside her mouth made me sweat slightly, it wasn't something I could avoid, honestly. After hearing her confident and mature words my consciousness clouded a bit, my worries grew and my anxiety soared, turning my little body into a bundle of nerves and a receptacle of warmth.

—Come on up.

She extended her hand placing it close to me, I quickly ran towards her and climbed her holding her skin until I reached her palm.

—Hold on tight.

Saying that, my whole world started to move once more but unlike the previous time, the motion of movement was somewhat more hurried and violent, however I still didn't feel nauseous, dizzy or the like, I guess because she exerted her powers on me to prevent it.

The ride back was just as impressive and mostly similar, the only difference was that when I got to the stairs every time she climbed a step my whole body was crushed against the palm of her hand but I didn't even felt pain, just a little uncomfortable pressure.

Upon arriving at her room, the crash of the door closing told me that we were in private now (we were in the living room too). My stomach clenched not from excess movement but from sheer nerves and tension, what will happen? We’ll continue with it just now.

Gently, Monica placed her open hand on the soft bed covered in pink sheets.

No light came through the window anymore being pure darkness on the other side. When I jumped out of her palm and landed on the huge bed bouncing a few times, Monica pulled her hand away and took a few short steps toward the window, blocking it with the curtains. Following that, she walked over to the light bulb switch on the door and turned off the light of the room leaving as the only source of illumination a small, dim and solitary lamp on the dresser right next to her bed.

When you see her colossal body the first thing one thinks is that it is impossible for her to move it so easily, that it would be extremely slow due to its excessive weight so it is a sensation that makes you blink repeatedly in pure perplexity when you see something of those proportions make movements so fast and with such fluency. Similarly it would be preferable to leave the part of "excessive weight" hidden in my mind if you I don’t want to end up as a small red spot at the bottom of one of her shoes.

In the dark I could see her figure standing in front of the bed staring at me with her now glowing eyes.

—Are you a cat?

—Who knows, do you like cats?

—I've never had a cat before…

—And cat girls?

My ears got hot.

—I'm not going to deny it but... let's leave it like that for now, I was just surprised that your eyes glowed in the dark.

—I will make sure to give you a special session with kitten ears and tail, I will also add a "Nya" to my phrases, I have to start practicing now.

—THAT’S EMBARASSING!

—Sure it is but for you I would do it without regrets, nya~.

—DON'T DO THAT!!

A heavy accumulation of thick saliva trickled down my throat. I can tell how Monica has been losing her shame around me by leaps and bounds, I can't say it's not the case with me too but somehow I feel like everything is happening too fast which doesn't bother me at all.

—You're the tsundere type, right?

—WHY DO YOU SAY THAT NOW!?

—Hahahaha… yes, you are definitely one of those. Then tell me, do you like to pretend being a complicated boy? You're one of those who wants to be messed with huh? That comes fancy with my powers.

One thing after another Monica was undressing my fetishes one by one, for a moment I thought she was reading my thoughts but to the next I remembered that she does not delve into my mind without prior notice, surely it has been the work of her advanced capacity of evaluating the personality.

With a slight wave of her hand she lifted the front of her skirt up, allowing me to see what's behind it.

—Do you like what you see?

—Yes...

—Well, you will see a lot of that tonight —she outlined a mischievous smile.

Am I ready?

I'll let her do whatever she wants with me and I won't think too much about it, I'm sure I'll enjoy it and… I won't complicate it any more.

The sound of a zipper coming down and the movement of Monica's hands told me together that she was taking off her skirt, with a dry sound the pleated black fabric made contact with the cold floor further exposing her white panties. This was followed by the sound of her blazer being unbuttoned from top to bottom and falling to the side as well. Finally, the shirt was raised thanks to her hands doing all the work, revealing her navel and a beautiful figure, almost slim but with a minimum excess of fat that made her look perfectly balanced. When the rise of her white shirt reached her breasts they rose and as they gave in they both fell along her bra bouncing a couple of times causing a “Boing boing” to play in my head.

—Can’t you just disappear your clothes...?

—It's exciting to see a girl undressing, isn't it?

I had to wipe some of the drool that began to fall from my mouth with the sleeve of my own uniform, for a moment I felt like being in the presence of a body worthy of admiration and prayers made me forget to breathe.

—I can't... I can't describe you in words, you're just... too beautiful...

Her cheeks flushed a little for a moment, looking away.

—When you're so sincere I can't help but being a bit ashamed, don't say those things... silly.

—It’s that if I did not say it I feel that I was seriously insulting art and the world in general.

—Wow, looks like somebody developed a sophisticated dictionary of compliments out of nowhere. Great words for someone so insignificant.

Lifting her leg, Monica propped her knee on the mattress, sinking it and causing gravity to drag me down. It didn't take long until with the other knee the sinking was in two different places, she took her feet off the floor and got into a four-legged position above me, spreading her knees and going deeper into the bed. Thanks to that I was able to stop my descent.

A moment later my position changed instantly because apparently she teleported me. Now I'm under her, Monica is on all fours over me while I'm lying back on the mattress watching her fluffed stomach being synonymous of one or two extra onigiris and breasts… great for someone her size and astronomical for someone mine hanging right over me.

—Um... h-hi...

—Yes... behave like a pretty girl who is going to be destroyed, I like you better that way.

A curious choice of words by the seemingly innocent pink haired girl made me open my eyes wide being much more aggressive than usual. As if realizing this she put one of her hands covering her mouth for a moment.

—I… Did I said that? Wow... I got carried away... hehe~

—Don't worry... we're already here so there's nothing else to hide... I guess.

Saying what I think I questioned deep inside my mind if I could regret it later but I decided not to pay attention to it, if Monica wants to give it everything with me I will not avoid it, it is not like I can avoid it, at least not physically.

—Then... we'll pick it up where we left off.

Monica sat on the bed crossing her legs and leaving me inside the small space between them, turning my surroundings into huge fleshy walls and white panties.

—Touch them.

This time I felt much more confidence in her voice because when we were on the couch her tone was one of nervous suggestion, this time she said that with certainty and ordinance indicating to me that not taking that route of action was wrong and certainly not an option. Walking at a brisk pace I arrived at her panties once more smelling a totally new and striking smell for me, this time with determination from start to finish to do what is commanded to me whether with cries of carnal despair or with a gentle and weak voice I will do my best to help this girl to enjoy me as much as possible, to forget all the suffering she has had to go through due to her particular tastes.

Or something like that I would like to say because although it is undoubtedly one of my reasons, my body is already demanding me the performing of these actions. Like the barrier I mentioned before it can no longer be stopped.

Extending both arms forward I finally felt in my palms the soft texture of the fabric of this imposing white wall, the sensation to the touch was a curious one, the fabric of the clothes at this size feels quite different but the feeling I had while doing so was overwhelming, even a simple and minimal contact between us felt like the conception of our union finally, once and for all, love and lust together, probably the two strongest human emotions, they took over my mind and body. Losing my logical train of thought I let my senses take over the situation for the better.

I filled my hands with that unwavering sensation turning my grip stronger and stronger and in greater quantities to the point of having both hands full of the soft matter. Moments later I left my hands alone somewhere distant from my brain and took a couple of steps spreading my arms in an attempt to hug the huge, smooth wall that was nothing more than a fraction of Monica's lingerie. Sinking my face, my torso and every corner of my body I could feel something that I did not have the opportunity to experience the time we were interrupted.

At this size it is obvious that each of my senses is exposed to an exponential perceptual increase which is why I previously felt a curious smell that had never been registered in my nostrils... partially. The smell of Monica's sweat, although it is true that we all sweat the smell of THIS sweat is undoubtedly different, however, she does not give off an unpleasant aroma, on the contrary, the mixture of her perfume with the slight smell of sweat and the pheromones that a girl her age expels turns into a perfectly harmonious fragrance that made my mind lose even more in her feminine spells. I don't know if she manipulated her own scent but in any case I can't help but feel dragged

Suddenly tremendous pressure attacked me from behind, pushing me against the fabric wall and causing me to bury myself in that large white canvas.

—Do you like it?

Hearing that, I deduced that she had pushed me with her finger to get deeper without the need to remove her panties.

—I can't speak anyway… —Assuming she could hear me I let those words fly through my mind in case she could hear them.

—Hehe, looking at your current state of mind I can tell that you are absolutely enthralled with my feminine charms but that’s something obvious, after all with your current size your proximity to my erogenous zone and the increase that I exerted in effectiveness of my sex pheromones I'd say I'm even impressed that you've endured so long.

—Y-you did what...?

That was a complete new story, having knowledge of those factors before probably would made me take a different decisions but... right now it is impossible for me to get annoyed with her for omitting something of such importance, maybe another day... I can't feel more than lost in Monica, no matter what she does to me I just want her to make me hers.

All over the front of my body that was in contact with her panties I could begin to feel dampness and an even more exciting smell that before began to invade my nose and my mind interrupting my train of thought much more aggressively. The humidity began to be present in the panties and little by little it was flooding the null space between the fabric and me with a sticky substance, penetrating my hair, impregnating my clothes and entering through my nose, mouth and eyes. I exerted force to close my eyes but I couldn’t do anything about my nose, receiving the indecent liquid in my mouth and I tasted it accidentally, after that it I couldn’t help keep getting it and even searching for it with my tongue to keep tasting the strange but lustful taste of that slimy smelling and incredibly arousing substance.

—J-just wait for it to go up f-from here... damn... making me wet as soon as we started... your sex appeal must be really powerful, even on that scale... ngh.

Ignoring completely the words that I heard lost in the distance due to my current situation I perceived a progressive increase in the pressure of the finger on my back, increasing the amount of liquid on me and making the oxygen more difficult to acquire but when I was about to start feeling dizzy...

I fell back onto the cushioned surface of the bed bouncing a few times to a complete stop. Above me I could see Monica's pretty flushed face watching me from the skies.

—This will be quick… don't be scared.

I could not understand the direct implications of her words but at this point I couldn’t go back even being scared by something she said to me on the battlefield.

Her colossal figure rose a couple of meters, she approached positioning the most sensitive area behind her panties above me and then slowly descending she placed her full weight on my reduced body. Almost ready to cry out in pain I noticed the absence of the negative feeling.

—D-don’t worry... I made your body t-toughest and... reduced your perception of pain... so… you'll be fine...

This time the voice sounded in my head yet the “nervous” stutters didn't go away.

Although my body became more resistant according to her and I could not feel any kind of pain what I could perceive was the tremendous pressure of her entire pubic area and her body in general, however, this pressure did not felt unpleasant, on the contrary, it was exciting to feel the cocktail of smells and sexual liquids being released from Monica's vagina in a lullaby of desire and love from her for me that I must be able to receive in its entirety and pay back from any way.

In my pants the energy (and blood) began to accumulate but neither the strongest of my desire nor the yearnings of my member were enough to rise under a fleshy mass of absolutely overwhelming desire and love.

Suddenly the pressure not only doubled, I would say the intensification value was about three or four times more.

—A-ah...

Monica began to force her waist against the mattress, then the already quite large source of liquid began to increase, bathing me along with the mattress. I don’t know the feeling she must be experiencing when having her boyfriend, the person in whom her love interest is centered, touching the most private part of her body separated only by a thin layer of white cloth that is already embarrassing to expose when I am a centimeter tall which has been her fetish for most of her life... What I know for sure is that for her to be pouring this slimy juice all over me it must be something close to the best feeling in the world.

After about two minutes the force exerted on me disappeared and the soft light from the room hit my eyes, the fresh air flooded my lungs and Monica's face entered my vision from a very close perspective, she had her face a few of normal sized centimeters from me.

—I see that… this part here has awakened, didn’t it? —She spoke in a very low and sensual tone.

The girl whose hair fell from her head to my resting surface on either side of me brought her little finger closer touching my crotch with the huge digit. The sensation that accompanied that was indescribable, a stream of an electricity-like sensation ran from my pelvis up my entire spine making me instantly straighten.

—Oh? Do you like me to do that? —She said still in contact with my lower half.

For the difference in her size it was impossible for her to only touch the designated spot so she ended up with part of her finger on the lower half of my stomach.

—H-how am I supposed to… not like this…?

As I spoke I realized how feminine and ridiculous my voice sounded, realizing this I gathered all the strength in my arms to cover my mouth with both hands.

—How... how cute...

A sensation attacked my pelvis telling me that I was starting to reach my limit so that part began to shake.

—I see… you are certainly fast… —She took her pinky away from me.

When she said those harsh words in such a sweet tone I felt that my blood left my face and even my member, the hands that covered my mouth a moment ago were now covering as much of my face as they could. I shrugged my legs in total shame, the previous drowsiness that dominated my body was transformed into sorrow and childish desire to cry.

—I'm... sorry.

—Hey... —Her voice was even softer and more protective than before—. Don't say sorry like that, you make me feel bad…

—But after all I ruined it... didn't I?

—…

Waiting for an answer, I received instead an awkward silence that made me feel even more ashamed. When I felt ready to cry like the idiot I am a mobile force impacted me from my feet, past my waist, up my torso and ending by passing through my head. Monica's tongue removed my hands from my face and submerged my entire body in her thick drool. When I tried to open my mouth and my eyes they were filled with saliva, I could not remove it from my face because my hands were also totally full... did she just licked me like a cow?

—Stay quiet and don't say such nonsense okay?

Weakly and still sunk in the substance of my girlfriend's mouth I nodded.

—Do you seriously think I didn't know you were fast? Don't get me wrong, I mean, it stands to reason, at least partially. You never had a girlfriend before right? How many times does a boy your age who is busy with school in Japan masturbate and has time to go out with his friends and read? I mean, I think it's nothing to be ashamed of and less to apologize for; don't think we're in a pornographic movie and you can last two hours getting an oral, although, hey, I could manipulate your stamina but that's not the point! You didn't ruined anything!

In silence I could feel the heat and blood pooling on my cheeks. I opened my eyes despite the terrible sensation of the slime entering them to stare at her beautiful face distorted by the liquid that mixing dirty words with a motivational dialogue melted my heart.

—Ah sorry, I'll fix that.

A moment later the drool on my face disappeared and I could see her clearly watching me high in the sky.

—Aren't you upset...?

—Why should I be? Hell, did those websites make you believe your partner would hate you for being fast when you've never been intimate with someone in your life?

I looked away, it is unpleasant to feel read so easily.

—This society is wrong... —Sighing and bathing me with her warm breath, she continued—. Danny, I’m not upset, eventually you will raise on that aspect.

—B-but I'm old enough… by now I should… Besides! What if I don't even get better with only time?! I-I've heard cases like...

—You’re forgetting that you are the toy… ahem, the boyfriend of a girl who can eliminate and rebuild existence itself with a snap of her fingers right? Do you think that insignificant problems like that are going to make me stop loving or being interested in you? Ultimately if two years later you’re still as fast I will use you against your will hahaha! —forcing an “evil laugh” that sounded more like a kitten, she tried to cheer me up—. Don't get me wrong… I don't think your feelings are insignificant, just… you know, it's part of my role.

Every day I feel like I fall infinitely more in love with her.

—I love you...

It was the only thing I could say in that state of emotional and hormonal enchantment, as a result of my words her cheeks reddened a little.

—A-alright… let's finish this.

My surroundings darkened for a moment, as I regained my senses I felt my face and chest pressed against a damp pad my whole body was now naked and enveloped in a strange humidity and a numbing heat.

Chuuuu~

With that sound a strange force was exerted from my waist to my feet, that sensation barely allowed me to remain standing mentally.

—Wh...

Then I realized that the pad pressed against my face is nothing more nor less than her upper lip, I could realize it when tasting it with my own tongue; the mixture of the lipstick with her saliva was a flavor that remained fresh in my memory. She’s sucking me!

—How does it feel? It is a full body fellatio, just imagining the ecstasy you experience from a simple sucking of my lips makes even me get a little excited... hehe... and boy, it's as easy as gently sucking like this~

Monica continued to speak directly to my mind but my brain stopped registering any sensation other than the one she exerted on me when she sucked the lower half of my body again. Almost defeated I felt that the slightest incentive could make me explode.

—One more and you will be ready, enjoy it~

Imagining the position she is in, giving me so much pleasure with such a trivial and insignificant action clouded my thoughts even more, seriously… realizing that things like this can excite me… I think I discovered a hidden side of myself, apparently Monica was right when she said my fetish could be related to hers.

A force that came without warning took my mind and my soul, my sanity and my interior. Perceiving the immense force coming from the suction of the small mouth of my omnipotent entity girlfriend I couldn’t resist even trying with all my strength so I decided to let it go; I reached my climax.

...

—Mmm... a curious taste although it was a rather small dose due to your size so I could barely taste it —a lump went down her throat when she swallowed.

My senses began to recover as I lay on the soft skin of the girl wearing only some panties sitting on her bed with my dry uniform back on.

—Hope you enjoyed it, hmhmhmhm~

—I-I assure you that it is the best thing I have experienced in my life...

—I'm glad… So I think we both have a common goal now.

—Huh...?

When I opened my eyes my vision felt a little blurry for a moment but in a couple of seconds it regained clarity.

—You must be tired, it's time to sleep.

—Sleep? But... now is my turn to please you...

—Awwww~ Danny, that was so cute and considerate of you... don't worry about it, I'm fine. I told you we would go little by little so let's leave it here for today.

—But... but it's not fair to you!

—Hey —she lowered her tone even more than before and filled it with sweetness—. I really feel good, what you did down there was more than enough for now. We'll go deeper soon… literally, you'll go deeper.

A cluster of saliva formed in my mouth, I swallowed before I realized it savoring the remnants of saliva and lipstick foreign to the content of my mouth.

—I have to prepare you, besides, you were worried that you could not stop once you started right? You thought I'd be there to stop you if you got out of control.

—You heard that... huh.

—I accept it, I will serve as your brake. For now let's go to sleep, I promise you that later you’ll please me... —Monica paused her talking reflexively for a moment— . No, I will force you to do it so much that you will end the day with your tongue hanging out from exhaustion.

—That’s a bit exaggerated...

—Fufufufu~ just kidding... partly~

—Are you sure then?

—Mmm... if you want to compensate me so badly you can give me a kiss.

Monica brought the palm in which I am to her lips, lifting me I approached the pads that drained my rational thought a few minutes ago and planted the most energetic and sonorous kiss that I could on her, however they did not moved a mere centimeter, they remained still the entire time.

—Now I feel tremendously happy, thank you Danny —moving me away from her lips, she smiled.

—It is not fair that you’re so beautiful...

—What was that? You should still be in wise mode...

—Hey! Sexual desire and love are two different things!

—I know, I'm just kidding. Now I'll take you to your bed.

She moved her hand gently once more closer to her face but this time she lowered it.

—My bed?

—Yes, you will sleep at that size.

My floor started to tilt making me slip, she was raising a side of her hand to make me fall.

—Hey! Stop!

When I said that I couldn't keep holding on and fell.

—Aaaaaahhh!

The free fall produced a terribly unpleasant emptiness in my stomach which did not last long.

When landing on a kind of elastic stretcher I bounced a couple of times, it was a bit inclined so I started to slip. I tried to hold on to it but the surface was so soft and wet that I was unable to stay for long time. If I'm not mistaken… soft, under her face, a material suitable for bouncing and on which I am slipping...

Oh no…

—Do you like big breasts? This is your lucky day then, the largest breasts in the world exclusively for you to sleep in.

Slipping on the surface of her right breast I fell into Monica's cleavage, being squeezed between both giant boobs.

—Don't worry about choking or anything, I adjusted everything for you; they may be a little damp from my sweat but that's not unpleasant for you, right?

Indeed it felt like being surrounded by the fluffiest bed in the world, the abusive force that was exerted from all directions did not felt unpleasant, in fact, they turned my state of alertness into one of drowsiness. My eyes began fighting to stay open.

Monica flopped down on her bed with her head on the pillow, this caused her breasts to bounce with great momentum but despite being potentially dangerous for someone my size it felt like a great massage.

—Good night... my love.

I didn't even feel strong enough to form response words, instead I responded with my mind, closing my eyes and ceasing my thought process.

—Good night ... Monica.

Getting carried away by the dream world, everything went dark and the best day of my life came to an end.