I met Amanda in the checkout line at the grocery store. It was
during the evening rush, and our line was so long that it pressed
into one of aisles. This line was actually one of the longer ones,
but at the sight of Amanda's bubble butt I had just started
drifting in her direction, and hadn't really stopped. A mass of
thick black curls tumbled down her back, stopping at the top of her
ass. Her athletic legs were clad in skin tight low-riding
jeans, and she wore strappy wedge sandals which gave her another
four inches of height or so.

Noting the way her cart was pilled up almost to overflowing
I asked, "Trying to get as much done as you can?"

She turned around and my pulse sped up. The inanity of my comment
became suddenly apparent to me. If she had been a 10 from behind,
she was a 12 from the front. Piercing blue eyes looked up at me
framed by long black lashes. In her heels she was just a few inches
shorter than me. A pair of elegantly arching eyebrows
and a perfect little nose drew my attention, only to have it whisked
away by her arresting cheek bones. Most of all her full ruby lips
demanded my attention. They were pulled up in a faintly amused smile,
and the sight of them alone was enough that I could feel myself stiffen.

My gaze did not stay on her lips long though. There was a gravitational
force lower down which dragged my eyes inexorably to focus on the dark
depths of her cleavage. The journey was so quick that I hardly noted
the elegance of her pale neck.

Two globes the size of basketballs strained against a tank top stretched
tightly enough that I could see through it. Nipples larger than my thumb
made spectacular dents in the fabric. It was exceedingly obvious that
she was not wearing a bra. The tops of her pale breasts were easily twice
as big as the entirety of the breasts of any other woman in the store.
She could have comfortably shoplifted a cantaloupe in her cleavage.

"Actually, this is just my shopping for the next few days. I eat
a lot." She said.

I really hoped that had been the first time she said it. I dragged
my eyes back up to her amused gaze, reddening in embarrassment at my
obvious ogling. "Oh, s-sorry. I didn't me-"

She cut me off, "Of course if you take me out to dinner tonight I might
be able to stretch it out an extra day or so."

My erection strained painfully against my underwear. "Uuuuhhh. I mean.
Where?" I was completely on the back foot. Not only was this girl completely
out of my league, but she looked like she was in her early twenties, a
decade my junior.

She smiled at me like I was just the cutest thing she had ever seen.
"Give me your number. I'll tell you when to be ready."

After telling her my number I struggled to remain coherent as we waited
in line to check out. Fortunately, she didn't seem to mind when I drifted
off and stared at her chest for ten seconds before finishing a sentence.


When I got home I couldn't get the memory of her cleavage out of my head.
I helplessly wanked for an hour or so, cumming three times before I managed
to collect myself. When I checked it, my phone told me to be ready at 4.

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My doorbell rang and I hurried to open the door. I had to step outside to
get a full look at her, because the top of her face was obscured by the
doorway when I stood inside my house. Her hair fell behind her in an elegant
black tumble, and her eyes bored into me with such intensity that I was sure
she could see right through me. Her body was sheathed in a black dress, which 
hugged every curve like a second skin. It's hemline stopped a third of the
way down her thighs, giving me a good look at her long legs.
With the monstrous platform heels she was wearing she was actually looking down
at me. Her breasts were a bit of a surprise. They seemed to be perhaps
2/3 the size they had been in the store. I would have chalked it up to
a difference in bras, except that she definitely hadn't been wearing one.
I could just make out the outlines of two massive cups under her dress,
and I could tell that the plunge bra was not meant to minimize or conceal.
Maybe I was just remembering wrong. Her breasts were still massive, and a
breast man like me could have easily gotten carried away.

I was glad that she was the one driving, because I doubted I was in a state
of mind to do so. I kept sneaking glances at her profile as we went to the
restaurant. There definitely wasn't enough blood in my brain to handle making
a left into oncoming traffic.  

When we got to the restaurant she grabbed her purse and strutted towards the
door, placing one foot directly in front of another. I trailed after her, eyes
tracking the hypnotic sway of her hips and imagining that she could walk a
tightrope with a gate like that.

"Two. Yes, the buffet." She said to the waiter at the door.

"This way." The waiter said, leading us to a well lit table for two
on the street side of the restaurant. We were on a slightly raised platform,
and there was a floor to ceiling window giving any passers by a full
view of us. I wondered briefly if they had placed us here in the hopes
that Amanda's magnetic beauty would draw in more customers.

She put her purse down and turned towards the buffet. When I began
trailing after her she turned to me, "No. Sit down. I'll feed you later."

I was already feeling a bit hungry, so this struck me as odd. "What?
I could eat." I said.

She smiled sweetly at me, "I know, but you don't want to. Trust me."

*Whatever. This girl is _way_ out of my league. I'll play by her rules
for the first date.* I thought.

She came back with a plate heaped with food. A thick steak occupied most
of the real-estate, but a big mound of mashed potatoes infringed on the
territory of the meat, and a pile of green beans obscured another corner.
Rice and black beans formed a mound on the side closest to me, and a heap
of fried plantains sat in the center of the plate on top of the steak.
Setting the food down, she bit into a fried plantain and gave a little
wiggle of pleasure as she chewed. I counted *One-Mississippi, Two-Mississippi*
in my head before her breasts stopped jiggling. I suspected I would be rock
hard through this whole date.

She destroyed the food with remarkable haste, chewing a at most twice before
swallowing. I was amazed that she was able to swallow such large chunks of
meat without masticating it. The powerful muscles in her throat seemed to
have no problem shoving large chunks down her throat. As each chunk moved down
her throat I could see it getting crushed, so that a chunk that had started
off as a large mouthful would be nearly invisible by the time it reached the
bottom of her throat.

"Mmmmm. That was good." She said, licking her lips. I realized that she had
completely cleaned her plate. I looked at my watch. It was fifteen minutes
after we had arrived at the restaurant.

She picked up her milkshake and began gulping it down, maintaining eye-contact
with me. "Ahhh. I love that this place has a milkshake station. There is nowhere
else you can get infinite milkshakes." She said. "Now go get a plate of food for
me. And another shake." She said, rising to do the same. "Remember, no touching
any of it."

I stood and followed her to the buffet. The food looked amazing. It was by far
the best buffet I had ever seen. No wonder it cost $30 for a single all-you-can
eat seat. I trailed after her, mostly copying what she did, though I did switch
things up a few times. When we returned, she immediately began wolfing down the
food again, intent on getting my monies worth. Somehow I doubted she would
be paying for a cent of this. My mounting hunger made the food in front of me
smell fantastic, but I kept my eyes focused on her as she eat. I've never been
particularly into women eating, but the way her full red lips wrapped around
each new morsel and her sharp white teeth tore through the food was undeniably
erotic. I glanced down to try to see her belly, but her bust was in the way,
pressed against the edge of the table. It folded around the table like dough,
and I noted that she had set her plate further in than usual to give it
space.

"Go get me another plate." She commanded, setting her second one aside and
sliding the one in front of me towards herself. Hungry as I was, I doubted 
I could have finished one of those plates, and now she was starting on
her third. "And don't forget the shake." She gave me a smile that made
my heart skip a beat. Where was she putting it all?

When I came back with the fourth plate, she was already halfway done with
the third. She leaned back and stretched, arching her back which
heaved her heavy chest up in the air. Away from the distorting pressure
of the table, I suddenly noticed the way her breasts were spilling over
the edges of her bra. They hadn't been doing that when she came to pick
me up. I tried to get a look at her stomach, but she had stopped stretching
already. "Ooohhh. Looks good. Nice choices." She said taking note of the
food I had picked out for her. "I think you're a keeper." She said.

*Are her breasts actually growing?* I wondered to myself. I struggled to conjure
the image of pimples bursting and even threw in the thought of an infected
found. The thoughts of puss managed to get my arousal under control, but just
barely.

There wasn't much room for conversation, what with me staring and her
shoveling bite after bite into her mouth. "Go get another one lined
up for me." She said. I had been staring at her neckline for the whole
time it took her to finish her latest plate. When she had picked me up
it had been fairly conservative, just showing off the beginnings of
a dark crevasse. Now the dark fabric of her dress was creeping further
and further down with every bite. Three inches of dark cleavage showed
at the top of her dress, and the rounded slopes of her pale breasts
thrust out from under the cloth.

After her fifth plate, her breasts were pressed so hard against the
tight cups of her bra that I was astounded that it hadn't snapped.
"Excuse me. I'm going to go use the ladies room." She said, standing
up.

For the first time since she started eating, I saw her belly. To my
surprise, while it was bowed out a bit, it looked tiny compared with
what I was expecting. She walked off to the bathroom with her swaying
strut, and I went up to the buffet to get another plate of food for
her.

She beat me back to the table, and I regretted my initiative
immediately. I would have given anything to see the way her breasts
jiggled on the walk back. Now unconstrained by a bra, her heavy
mounds pressed against her dress with force. They sat lower on
her frame, but not much lower. Despite their undoubtedly natural
jiggle, her breasts were unreasonably perky for a woman her size.

"Oh you got me more! Good boy." She grinned at me, clapping her hands
lightly. The motion set her breasts to shaking and wobbling, and
my mind shut down for a for seconds.

She kept plugging steadily through the food, slowing but not stopping.
I played the role of her dutiful servant, rising to fetch more food
as soon as she finished a plate. Her bust swelled larger and larger.
By the end of plate 9, she was bigger than she had been when I met
her in the grocery store. Her dress had slid down to expose the
top quarter of each breast, and about ten inches of cleavage.

"They break even if someone eats 5 plates of food." She explained
around a mouthful of food from her tenth plate. "When I first started
coming here it was easy to get my monies worth." Swallow. "But then,
they told me that anyone I bring had to pay too. Even if they weren't
eating." She rolled her eyes, "I know, lame right." 

I nodded, "Yeah, that doesn't seem fair."

She smiled, "The house always wins, right? So I decided that I had to
start eating enough to make up for whoever else is here." She stabbed
the last piece of pork with her fork.

"They didn't make up some new rule to prevent that?" I asked.

She swallowed, "Well, they tried to, but I batted my eyelashes at
the manager, and he changed his mind." She giggled. Sliding the
plate in front of me towards herself she said, "Go get another one."

In the end she got halfway through her 13th plate before leaning back
and batting her stomach contentedly. It bulged out in a taught dome
that looked small only in comparison to her looming bosom.

I paid, then followed her out of the restaurant. Walking behind Amanda
on the way out was just as hypnotic an experience as it had been on
the way in, except now I was focused on the bulges of bosom which peaked
out from around her arms in addition to her ripe ass.

I spent the whole drive to her apartment goggling at the foot and a half
of dark cleavage exposed by her dress. I now understood why such a sexual
woman had shown up with such a conservative neckline. If it had been any
lower, her nipples would have been on display.

She let me in to her apartment. I didn't get a great look at it then,
my focus was so zeroed in on her heavenly curves. Later, I had more
time to look around. Quite large for an apartment belonging to a single
person her age, it had a very well appointed kitchen and luxurious living
room with a flatscreen so large it took up the whole wall. Her bedroom was
dominated by a king sized bed and three dressers. A walk-in closet even
larger than the bedroom contained even more clothes, including a collection
of shoes I was never able to fully count.

Where she led me now, however, was her office. I didn't have much time
to register this fact before she had shoved me down into an arm-less chair
and yanked my pants down around my ankles. "Don't cum until you're inside me."
She instructed.

Her command was quite difficult to obey, because she touched the wall
and began writhing to the beat of music which filled the room. I could
only watch as her hips described lazy circles in the air and her breasts
swayed in counterpoint. I could feel myself start to fray at the sight
before me. She drew her dress up over her head in a long slow motion,
easing it up over juicy thighs first, then turning to point her ass
directly at my face as the hem moved over her bubble butt inch by agonizing
inch. Her g-string provided an extra definition to her ass that had my
full attention. She let go of the garment when it gathered around her waist and
went back to dancing. Looking at the way her waist flared out into such
wide hips I couldn't help but wonder at the fact that the dress had
been able to get over to rip ass at all.

My cock throbbed in time with the music and her body. She eased the
hem of her dress up to just under her breasts, and turned around
to point her abdomen at me. Rather than the food bulge I had been
expecting, I just saw a faint six-pack shadowed by her ever-present
bosom. A diamond piercing dangled from her belly button. It swayed
and glittered as her hips moved back and forth. Each rhythmic 
motion of the jewelry was like a battering ram crunching through
one more layer of my defenses.

She placed her hands palms down on the tops of her thighs and ran
them slowly up her taught tummy to cup her heavy breasts. Heaving
them up, she slid her hands to their sides to let them fall back
down and press them together hard. As she did so she bent over
to give me the best possible view. It was all I could do to hold
on.

She eased her dress up over her bra-less breasts with a patient
sensuality that drove me absolutely wild. I gasped on my chair,
hands at my sides, sure that the first touch of my rigid cock
would set me off.

Inch by inch her dress moved higher on her heavy bosom, until
finally it fell out heavily, shaking and jiggling for what
seemed like a year afterwards. She met my eyes with her mouth
spread in a O, mock surprise spread all over her face. Somehow,
I have no idea how, I managed to avoid cumming.

She left her dress stretched over the tops of her jutting breasts
like that for another minute while she danced. I was making soft
little pleading noises now, but she paid me no head. Finally she
shucked the dress off completely, drawing her mass of dark curls
up before letting them drop down around her again.

"Please, just take me." I gasped, knuckles white as I gripped
the sides of my chair. She just grinned impishly and bent with
strait legs to ease her g-string to the floor. She took it off
with a series of small movements of her shoulders. Her arms
were locked perfectly strait, so every inch that she moved
her panties down required her to set her perfect breasts
jiggling. They dangled below her, shaking with her every movement.
My perception of reality was all wrong. I knew I was sitting in
a chair watching the sexiest woman I had ever seen (on screen or
in real life) perform a mind swallowing strip tease, yet the larger
part of me was between her pale breasts. I felt as if the warmth
of her pale flesh was surrounding me. It was a feeling that was
at once comforting and terrifying. Amanda was in charge. She
would take care of everything from now on.

I lost sight of her face as she walked over to me. Her bosom
consumed my whole field of view as she straddled me. My realities
merged as she eased her hips down over mine. I was spurting inside
of her before she had engulfed me by even an inch.

My face burned with shame and I felt tears well up in my eyes.
I'd never had this sort of performance problem before.

"Shhhhhh. Shhhhhhh." She stroked the back of my head gently,
pressing it further in between her breasts. "Amanda is here.
I'm here babe. I've got you. Just let Amanda take care of
everything."

Her words filtered into my pliable mind, and my tears dried.
The air came slowly here, and it was heavy with her musk. I
felt myself growing sleepy and relaxed. She continued to
stroke my head and speak to me softly. "Amanda will take
care of you. It feels so good to just let Amanda do everything.
You've always wanted a big powerful woman like me, haven't you?
You're so lucky I found you. You're so lucky I decided you were
worthy of me. Doesn't it feel so good to just listen to my voice.
Just listen to Amanda. Obey Amanda, that's your new job. Isn't
that great? You have a new job! You just have to obey me. You
just have to do whatever I say." As she spoke, her vagina pulsed
up from the base of my shaft rhythmically. I had not gotten soft,
and now I realized that I wasn't going to. "You can't help
cumming for me, can you? I make you want to cum sooooo much.
Just the thought of these perfect breasts is enough for you
to spurt all over yourself. You can't help it that I'm just
the perfect woman. Of course you would cum as soon as I surround
you." She cooed.

She sat back a bit and I looked up at her face. She looked radiant.
Divine. A thousand times better than she had before I came inside
of her. She smiled beneficently at me. "You must be hungry little
pet." She cooed. I was enormously hungry, I realized. I hadn't
eaten at all since a small lunch, and we had left the restaurant
at a little past 7. In my current mental state telling time was
difficult, but I thought that the drive and the foreplay had
taken about an hour.

"Yeah. I'm really hungry." I said. Amanda would take care of it.
Amanda would take care of everything now.

She smiled at me, and shifted her torso a bit. One fat nipple
forced its way between my lips. My mouth was flooded with flavor,
and I greedily gulped it down. My balls pulsed, and for the second
time I came into her. My eyes drooped. "Good boy." She said, "Drink
me in. Amanda is going to nourish you now. You're not going to
want to eat or drink anything else. Isn't that right, little
pet? You're new job is to totally obey Amanda, and in exchange
she's going to take care of you." With ever pulse of my balls,
a scrap of my will flowed out of me and into her.

We stayed like that for a long time. Her vagina rippled along my
shaft continually, milking it expertly. I gulped greedily at
her milky bosom, but she only let milk out in drips and drabs.
I spent a lot of time suckling at a dry nipple. I knew her breasts
were brimming with milk, but she only let it out a little at a time,
amused by my desperate efforts. The whole time she kept up a steady
stream of soft words extolling me to obey her, and not worry.

Eventually, I was full. Neither of her breasts looked noticeably
smaller than when we had started. She stayed on me, milking my
dick through a few more orgasms and continuing her stream of words before
she was satisfied. What had she done to me to allow me to recover
so fast? I trailed after her as she walked into the shower. She
commanded me to wash her off. Halfway through rubbing soap all
over her massive chests, I stiffened again.

"Did Amanda's perfect breasts make her little pet hard again?" She
asked me with a giggle, hand wrapped around my shaft. Turning
around and bending over she thrust her butt at me, inserting
my shaft into her exposed pussy. I grabbed her hips and thrust
into her doggy style. After twenty or so strokes it became
too much for me and I spurted into her again. Another scrap
of will became hers forever. Where was my seamen going, I wondered
idly. Her inner muscles continued to kneed and clench my shaft.
She bent backwards, displaying impressive flexibility, and turned
to bring her full lips to mine. When she grabbed my hands and
placed them on the undersides of her dangling breasts, I came
again. Impossibly, I spurted into her five more times while we were
in the shower.

Finally, she stepped out and put on a clean pair of panties and
a pair of daisy-dukes. I shuffled after her and watched as she
went to the kitchen and attached two large cups on the ends of
a pair of hoses to her nipples. With a sigh she flipped a switch
and the hoses jumped with the force of her let-down reflex.

It took half an hour for the industrial strength machine to drain
her breasts down to the size they had been at the beginning of our
date. When she was finished she went back to her closet and pulled
on a green bra and burgundy crop-top. She looked at me, "Why are you
still here?" She asked, a note of irritation in her voice.


I had to take a cab home. Once there, I tried to masturbate to the
vision of sexual perfection that was still swimming through my head.
I was hard as a rock, but the idea of cumming outside of Amanda's
perfect body now felt somehow sacrilegious.

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I was worried that this had been a one-night stand, and that I would
be stuck worshiping Amanda from afar, but the next afternoon she called
me and told me to come over. It was a good thing, because I was ravenous.
I had tried making myself breakfast, but I just kept comparing the
food with Amanda's breast milk. It was all singularly unappetizing
after tasting of her bounty. I was reminded of stories I had heard of
fairy fruit.

A man was walking away from her apartment as I came towards it.
I was planning on asking Amanda about it, but my brain did a hard
reset when she opened the door. She wore a short red pleated skirt,
and a pair of black heels with dark stockings held up by the thin
straps of a garter belt that ran down from under the skirt. Her
breasts were covered by a red lace crop top with a keyhole big
enough to drive a truck through. Her belly button glittered
in the shadows under her breasts.

She grabbed my collar and dragged me towards her office. She had
thrown me down in her chair, but I managed to ask, "Who was that?"
before she did anything else.

"Oh, just an ex." She said dismissively.

I was still trying to think of something to say in reply when she
yanked my pants down around my ankles and jerked her own panties
down before immediately straddling me. All the pent up arousal
that had been mysteriously dammed by the fact that Amanda was
not engulfing me rocked through me. I was cumming into her
almost immediately as she shifted her weight around.

Any further thought I might have had on the subject flew out of
my mind when she drew my face in between her cleavage. Her breasts
were not as large as they had been after her meal yesterday, but
they were quite a bit bigger than when they were totally empty.

I worshiped her breasts, laying kisses over every inch of creamy
flesh I could reach. She squirmed atop me, urging me to ever
greater heights of arousal. After drawing it out for a bit, she
finally let my seeking lips find one of her nipples (after first
drawing her crop top off over her head). When her thick, hot
milk hit my tongue I came again, my seamen getting milked by her
expert inner muscles.

She made me cum till I lost count, all the while letting me drink
only little bits of milk at a time. I hadn't eaten in nearly 24 hours,
so I was ravenous. I moaned and begged her for more milk. She smoothed
the back of my head, and made soft comforting noises, though she
released the milk no faster.

"Amanda's got you. You belong to me now." She purred. "Who do
you belong to, pet?" She asked.

"You. I belong to you." I said, looking up at her with worship.

"That's right!" She cooed. When I next suckled, milk filled my
mouth. 

She used me like that for hours. Every time I came it was
like a little scrap of my soul flowed out of the tip of my
penis and was wicked away into her. She was already such
a dominant presence that I couldn't know for sure, but
I felt in my bones that she was growing more dominant
even as I grew more submissive.

Finally, she was finished with me, so she got off of me and
kicked me out with little ceremony.

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I followed Amanda into her apartment mutely. After a week being
her plaything, I knew exactly what she wanted me to do. I sat
down in the chair and stripped off my pants. She engulfed me
in a practiced motion and her inner muscles immediately began
milking my dick.

Except for the rhythmic pulse of her vaginal walls, she ignored
me completely, letting me find my own way to her nipple where
a trickle of milk greeted me. She had shown signs of boredom
with me the last time she had had me over, but now she was
visibly disinterested. I sucked and kissed, but she just
played around with her phone.

"Hi, It's Amanda. Yeah, from the bus stop." Pause. *Giggle.*
"I'll pick you up at 4." Pause. "It's a surprise!" I looked
up at her phone conversation, but she just glanced down at
me in amusement and sped up her vaginal pulsing.

"Isn't it so sexy to know that I'm about to enslave him just
like I enslaved you?" She asked. "You just love the idea of
Amanda turning every man she meets into her quivering little
pet, don't you?" I came. "Yeah, you do!" She cooed as even
more of my dwindling will flowed out into her.

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After that she stopped calling. I sat at home fantasizing about
my perfect goddess, unable to cum outside her heavenly folds,
unable to stop thinking about her mind swallowing cleavage,
unable to eat anything while the taste of her milk remained in my
mind. I had quit my job three days after meeting her, so now
I did nothing but worship her from afar.

After three days waiting for the phone to ring I called her.

"Hi, it's Amanda!" She said brightly.

"I-I I need-" I stammered.

"I know! You need me. You need me more than air, you need me more than
water, you need me more than life itself!" She interrupted me cheerfully.

"I'm so hungry." I moaned.

"I'll bet you are." Then in a mocking tone she continued, "Poor baby."

"P-Please." I begged.

"Wellllll, I guess I'm feeling nice today. If you promise to behave,
and be vewy vewy obedient, I'll let you come over and have a drink."
She said.

"T-Thank you." I said, as if I could do anything else.

When I rang the door bell she opened the door and dragged me
inside. She shoved me to my knees and rapidly freed one bulging
breast before shoving a nipple into my mouth. Whereas before
the milk had come in drips and drabs as she drew out the feeding,
now she nearly overwhelmed me with milk. I was full within five
minutes, and then she had given me the boot.

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"Look, you can't keep coming around here anymore. You're depressing. You're
boring." I knelt before a topless Amanda next to some nameless fellow slave.
It had been three months since Amanda stopped using me for sex and started
breast feeding me as rapidly as possible. For the last few months she had been
telling me to come over at the same time as a whole pack of other guys. Even
though newcomers kept showing up, the group always remained the same size.
Now I was one of the oldest members of the group. I guess I was about to find
out what happened to them.

"If you want to, you can buy bottles of my milk for $400 a piece. If you
can't afford it, we might be able to work something else out. You two
are just to boring to do anything sexually for me anymore. You'll never
touch this," She gestured at her body, "Again."

The guy beside me was sobbing. I realized that I was as well. We stumbled
out of her apartment.


It turned out I wouldn't see it ever again either. When I called her next
she gave me a different number to call. There was another man on the other
end of the line. I assumed it was one of her slaves that she had not
totally burnt out. I made all the arrangements with him.

The next four months were spent burning through my sizable savings at an
alarming rate and worshiping Amanda from afar.

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"Wow, you look super drained! I hope I don't have anything to do with that!"
Amanda's mouth formed an O of surprise, and she leaned over with her hands
on her knees. My mind was sucked in by the chasm between her pale mounds.
She looked even better than the last time I had seen her. Her perfection
was without match. Was her ass bigger? I wondered, staring at the rip
swell that pressed against her daisy dukes. Her breasts, I noted were in
a bra as if she was drained, yet they definitely looked like she had
something in the tank.

"Not much of a talker anymore are you?" She asked. "That's okay. I
can do all the talking that needs doing." She said.

She yanked my pants off and slid her shorts to the ground. Was
she really going to have sex with me again? When I had told
her milk slave that I was out of money I had not expected this.

She squatted down onto my erect pole, and I immediately began
to gush into her. I shook and pulsed beneath her for far longer
than should have been possible, "Wow!" She giggled, "You must have
been really backed up. Been thinkin' about me a lot have you?"

It was then that I realized I was shrinking. It was slow at first,
but with greater and greater speed, my body was dwindling. My head
slid down over her breasts until finally it slipped off, and they
bounced against the back of the chair. I was now completely in the
shadow of her massive bosom. The heat radiating off her chest
kicked my orgasm to even greater heights and I dwindled rapidly.
It was a wonder my legs weren't crushed by the weight of her ass,
but somehow I made it though the breadbox-sized part of my shrinkage
without injury. When I finally stopped shrinking I was maybe
three inches tall.

What made it strange was that my dick and balls had not shrunk at all.
I was now the appendage to my member, which was still stuck firmly
in Amanda's heavenly folds.

"Try to avoid cumming as long as you can." She said, and then snapped
her panties and shorts back on over me. When she stood, her insides
shifted around my dick and her ass massaged my balls. Surrounded
by the warm dark of her, it was a struggle to obey her last command.

I don't know how long I spent as a living dildo, struggling not to
cum while Amanda went about her day. Sometimes I heard voices, but
the words were impossible to make out though my tiny ears and the
fabric that pressed me tightly into Amanda's flesh.

"Wow, you're a real trooper down there! Most guys don't last
half an hour." A familiar voice said as the pressure of
her panties was suddenly removed. "I really appreciate the effort,
but I'm about to go on a date, and I'm going to need that real
estate back pretty soon."

I looked up and saw Amanda standing upside-down in the mirror.
She wore nothing except an emerald green plunge-bra.
"So here's what I'm going to do." She continued. "I'm going
to explain to you exactly what will happen if you cum. You're
going to keep trying to resist." She grinned down at me. "Ready?"
A pause. "When you cum inside me this one last time, you're going
to become part of me! Isn't that great? Don't you find the idea
of becoming part of my perfect body just incredibly sexy? I know
you want nothing more to submit to me, and isn't sacrificing yourself
to make me even greater the ultimate act of submission?" Her nipples
were making dents in the thick pads of her bra, and her cheeks
were flushed with arousal. "Imagine being part of this." She touched
her ass. "Or these, she pressed her breast together."

When Amanda looked down her latest victim was gone, and she could
already feel his essence working its way though her frame. It was
so subtle that she almost missed it, but she could just make out
her breasts swelling outwards just the slightest bit, her ass
growing even fuller, her legs even longer, her hair even more
lustrous. Amanda was already perfect, but she saw no reason to
avoid becoming even more so. With a grin she fluffed her hair
and continued assembling an outfit that would be to die for.