The Interrogation 4 (Chapter 11)

Despite the cordial nature of Angelina’s request, however, Austin kept right on pointlessly mewling for rescue, only with a note of questioning now at hearing his friend’s name. Shrugging, the woman responded by massaging more milk out of her teats and sluicing it into her cleavage, ensuring Austin couldn’t cry or draw labored breath without sucking up another juicy white droplet. If he couldn’t keep his voice down voluntarily, she’d just have to shrink it, along with the rest of him. As the guy sunk down to less than half his former height, it was no longer even necessary for Angelina to push in from the sides of her breasts to keep him in her thrall; the overbearing plumpness of her twin payloads was more than enough to do the job.

“Right then, would you like to try that again?” Angelina offered, yanking Austin out of the booby trap again by his hair. “Mind your manners now.”

As the oxygen supply between her breasts had diminished in direct proportion to the bulging of bleach-white freckled buxomness, this time the guy was prevented from yelping because he was busy rasping for air. The lap-dancer’s hand bracing against his stomach didn’t help matters, either, and ensured he remained quiet as Angelina, now towering over him in the seat, arched deeper down until Austin could feel the heat of her alcoholic voice again, only misting against his whole boob-sweated face instead of just one eardrum.

“Better,” she murmured. Seeing no point in maintaining the ruse, Angelina removed her customer’s blindfold with a flourish. “Sorry for keeping you in the dark so long. But I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.”

Though Austin was startled when his sight returned, he didn’t appear totally flabbergasted either at looking up to discover the identity of his sexy attacker, since he’d subconsciously begun to recognize her voice from the tiki bar with each flirty yet ever-more ominous word. Still, he unavoidably performed a double-take simply from the novelty of witnessing an apparently thirteen-foot-tall woman for the first time, not only living and breathing in the flesh, with a freakish titanic-titted hourglass of a figure, but also sitting on top of him and keeping him blearily frozen in place like the succubus she was.

The lap dance portion of their encounter had ended several minutes ago, which was just as well, because a person of Angelina’s relative stature and ass-girth could probably crack Austin’s pelvis with a powerful enough trounce from those moon-cheeks, and this woman struck him as the type who’d know precisely where his breaking point was, just so she could cross it. He could feel his fearful erection nestled against the open-lipped divide of her dewy labia through that red thong, ready to be pulled beneath and smashed flat along the crack-riding string of her undergarment if she lurched forth by another few inches. Even after catching his breath again, Austin stayed obediently silent, recalling the cause-and-effect while daring to speak when he had such a colossal ghostly-white siren fastening him in place under threat of added lard-choking and milk-chugging.

 “Good boy,” Angelina intoned, holding a manicured fingertip pressed hard over his quivering lips as insurance. “Now that we’re on the same wavelength, let’s hope you can keep a clearer head than Timmy and Randy. Believe me, you’ll be doing yourself a favor. See, I came in here expecting to find four horny idiots waiting for me to feed them a calcium snack to make their bones good and strong, and instead I only get to quench one of you. Don’t misunderstand me, cutie, you’ve got a much better body than those two, and it was a pleasure to wave my money-maker around on top of you, but it’s time to get serious, and pay up. Last call. I need to know where Logan, and… good grief, what were those other names, you’re all starting to blur together, and it’s not just because of the booze… Chad and Kyle, there we are!”

“W-What do you want?” Austin stammered, as a few tears ran down his cheeks, half-owed to terror, but also from having every part of his facial anatomy including the tear ducts squeezed so remorselessly amongst tubby Z-cup jugs. “I-If you want… money… m-my parents are rich as fuck, I can g-get you anything you want. A-Anything. A house, a p-plane. Seriously, whatever. J-Just please, switch back w-whatever the h-hell you did to me, and… and let me w-walk out of here.”

“Oh, a negotiator! I like it. Your friends just tried to offer the rest of you up on a silver platter. They didn’t wave a single twenty under my nose, can you believe that?” Angelina chuckled. “Some friends, right?”

“They’re NOT my friends,” Austin snarled. “They’re a couple of little whiny bitches who just hang on, try to look cool, and won’t go away.”

“Hon, I can’t emphasize enough how true that is now more than ever. Well, except for the going away part.”

“I can get you w-whatever you need. Whatever lets me leave this place,” Austin said, gaining confidence the longer he was allowed to speak, despite the tears crystallizing on his cheeks over the leftover breast sweat from his previous dunkings. Angelina’s positive responses seemed only to encourage him, even making him smirk despite the dire circumstances. “NAME it.”

“Hmm…” Daintily rippling her fingers against her chin, Angelina feigned swooning at his offer, looking to the velvet curtain as though in deep thought. “You make a tempting offer, dear. I’m sure your Mommy and Daddy would be very proud of your business acumen, even if it is a bit like cheating when your only tactic is to throw shitloads of money at the problem. As it happens, though, I’m doing rather well for myself, what with using my dear departed husband’s old company as my personal piggy bank, so I can’t say I’m biting yet. What else can you bring to the table?”

Google-eyed and loose-jawed, Austin had clearly hit a roadblock in his ploy. He stuttered out a few noises, but as it took him longer than ten seconds to piece another word together, an impatient Angelina had already rolled her eyes, taken aim at his open mouth and popped a generous shot of fresh butterfat-flavored shrink potion down his gullet. Spewing again beneath his tormentor, Austin found his lips clapped closed by a hand big enough to wrap over his whole jaw, forcing him to tip his head back so every creamy trickle melted into his system.

When he was finally allowed the breathe again post-swallow, spitting through stray milk drops that rolled down his neck, the little customer found his eyeline sinking every lower on the landscape of Angelina’s tits, having bypassed the tip of the swell and now entering the shadow of her under-boob. It made it trickier to see her entire triumphant face above the pasty pudge-fest of those two chest balloons, but far more alarming was the lessening sensation in his legs, the more oppressively her ass consumed them.

At this stage, Austin could feel nothing but prickly phantom tingles from the thighs down, and the sensation was only climbing higher, as her engorging buttocks threatened to cover not just the entirety of the shrinking fratster’s lower body, but bulge upward onto his crotch and abdomen as well, if not even higher. With his spine now bent at an unnatural angle, while his diminishing frame seemed to be pulled deeper beneath Angelina’s backside like a steamroller with each cream-spurt he was forced to down from her dispensers, Austin looked up at the “dancer” with shorter breath and refreshed fear. Whatever upper hand he might’ve had in the negotiations, if he had it to begin with, was fast disappearing.

“Sorry about that. I tend to get bored when boys like you who make me wait,” Angelina sighed with an uncaring shrug, though even this simple gesture caused a subtle chain reaction in her whole two-and-a-half-foot body which trounced the lunar halves of her booty on the guy’s sensation-devoid limbs. “Contrary to popular belief, not all women care if you’re finished with your funny business in ten seconds.”

Austin moaned and flinched as spastically as was possible, given that his lower half was anchored so ruthlessly to the chair under glute cellulite, but his reflex was placed back under control just as immediately when the woman snatched the erect knob of her left nipple, stretching it and the surrounding squish-lush terrain of her luminescent tit down just enough to accommodate her client’s dwindling stature. Try as he might to turn his face away, even raising both burly little arms in resistance, Austin was no match for Angelina, who only had to lean in close again, sliding her pinched teat between his mewling lips while her opposite hand clamped over his skull to keep him straight and steady for milk-plug insertion. One squeeze on her duct, and she watched the puny victim’s cheeks inflate with her mammary goods.

“Think harder, stud, while you still have room in that head for something besides Mommy milk,” she hissed. “I don’t want your parents’ money. I don’t want boats or planes or mansions. So look at what’s happening to you right now, what I’m doing to you not just because you and your friends pissed me off, but because I enjoy it, and see if you can’t think of an offer that might appeal to my interests more.”