The Interrogation 4 (Chapter 8)

Mortified, and seemingly now more furious at his friend than the woman who’d stuck the barrel of a nipple-shaped gun in his mouth, Tim started squawking as best he could despite the cherried bulb of teat clamping his jaws open to receive the next milky jet-stream. He kicked and swung his fists, yet at only six inches now and descending, the lad couldn’t so much as disturb Angelina’s curled knuckles, let alone compel her to unfurl her fist.

The deeper she pressed him, his grape-sized head began to depress the puttied sphere of her left breast, pushing in from her high-beam downward and jamming closer to her heart, until the veiny ultra-pale dairy-stained boob was sunken in the middle like a poorly baked bundt cake. With a nipple plugged into his jaws and his head entirely buried in the outer fluff of a single breast, only Tim’s squirming lower body was still visible, poking from out of Angelina’s talons, though even this last vestige of him was quickly diminishing.

“Wow, they sure did a number on you. This close to drowning your friend, and you still won’t tell me?” she snickered at Randy. “I’m serious. You couldn’t buy this kind of loyalty for all the money in the world, I’d wager. Really, you’re going to let me drain this poor guy to nothing, just to protect a group of little boys who I’m sure would sell you out in a second for a sloppy back-alley blowjob, let alone… you know, their lives.”

“Okay, okay! I’m s-sorry! STOP! I’ll t-tell you now…” Randy moaned, too ashamed to look at Angelina, nor the wriggling remnants of his shrunken friend who was being used to stake the puffy midsection of the largest tits he’d ever laid eyes on. “D-Don’t kill Tim.”

“Oh, you already called my bluff on that one, honey. I don’t have a reason to keep him around. I was just hoping to move the process along. Ol’ Timmy doesn’t seem to know anything, because I’m sure he would’ve volunteered it at the first chance he had, which means he’s of no use to me. YOU, on the other hand, still have something I want, so you have a chance to make things right,” Angelina replied.

At last she extracted Tim from the makeshift compression-crater in her breast, which instantly allowed the saggy elastic jug to spring back into its resting shape again. Opening her hand, the woman revealed a one-inch milk-coated man in her palm, clinging to life with all he had, and very shortly after that clinging to her nipple as well, once she hooked his little hands onto the tingly goose-fleshed faucet of her boob. His choked screams for help had become faint due to his size and the amount of dairy clogging his shrunken form’s passageways, but the adrenaline allowed him to serve as a living tassel adorning her mammoth bosom, despite the slippery liquid frosting of motherly elixir. Rising from the bed, Angelina strutted across the room, one foot in front of the other and hands splayed on her roomy hips, then slammed her bare heel down on the platform of the chair right between her interviewee’s legs.

“Tell you what, since you were so patient, we’ll finally make it worth your while, how about that? You have until you cum to tell me where your little asshole friends went,” Angelina said. “Try not to enjoy it too fast.”

“W-What does that m-” the lunkhead questioned, though he got his answer when the siren took his member in-hand and proceeded to straddle the chair. After his shrink spurt which left him at a size and strength he probably hadn’t occupied for at least a decade, it was simple enough for Angelina to put herself on top of him. Then, peeling back the narrow red cloth-patch of her thong, dampened by her excitement, she took the terrified frat boy’s traitorously stiff rod into her frothing lower maw. A sharp intake of breath quieted Randy as though he’d been impaled, when in fact this was practically a reversal of what had actually happened. With evident dread, he witnessed Angelina giving the cliff-dangler on her nipple some support, pinching Tim in a thumpbad vice and using him to create another lazy river of milk, pouring over the two-inch fellow and down the broad slope of her chest. And then the humping commenced.

“T-They were going to the b-beach, and… and t-then…” he stammered.

“Think harder, now,” Angelina teased, rhythmically riding his miniaturized manhood so the trickled-down teat cream and labial nectar were made to intermingle around their thighs and her clapped ass cheeks in equal measure. “But not too hard, obviously, or you’re bound to run out of time. In fact, think soft and short. Just like this soft and short cutie riding shotgun up here.”

“A-After that!” Randy yelped, clearly not used to being the one on the bottom. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep from gyrating his lower half in conjunction with Angelina’s rapidfire pussy-pumps, and while he was too afraid to make eye contact with her now, he settled for watching her fingertips dance in circles on Tim’s shrunken body, winding the poor guy in 360-degree loops around her nipple, as though to remind Randy of the ticking clock. The frat boy’s breath became shallower while his lust forcibly reached untold levels, and he scrunched his face from the effort to recall details in the midst of such frantic sexual duress. Already the end was close. “After that, they were g-going to… oh, fuck, what’s it c-called?”

 “C’mon, now. It’s on the tip of your tongue.”

“HELP ME!” Tim gurgled as he revolved dizzily around the raised flesh-mound of the milk-spitting duct. Despite his best attempts to keep his mouth shut, while his captor’s bladed fingernail dug into his back, cramming his face against the slippery skin, inevitably his gasps for breath meant even more white fluid filling his tiny gut and lungs, and by the second, there was less and less of him for Angelina to depress into the moist flab. Soon Randy couldn’t even see his tiny friend sunken against the mushy pith.

“A-Aphro… fuck, what is it… Aphrodite’s… Castle!” he croaked. “That’s it! Aphrodite’s Castle!”

“The strip club? Oh my, how original,” Angelina laughed. She steadied herself on her beleaguered partner’s bare chest, using the leverage of his pecs to angle herself more sharply down against the shaft rammed inside her tunnel. “Then again, I should’ve guessed that one on my own. Your friends didn’t look like they’ve ever had a single interesting idea between them.”

Despite the satisfaction in her voice, however, the woman kept right on treating Randy’s randy member like a tiny bronco, sliding with such ease thanks to the dribbled multi-orifice lubrication between their legs. Tim had all but disappeared, with just enough left of his shrunken shape to fit snugly under Angelina’s fingertip deep in the pressed-in fluff of her chest cellulite. As it was getting difficult to keep hold of him for trips around the world of her areola, she resorted instead to gliding Tim upward on a fresh milk tract over the outer curve of her boob, until gravity allowed him to slide toward the gulf of her jostling cleavage, which swallowed him just as easily as the dairy-and-sweat droplets vanishing into the crevice, until only his pin-head still peeped over the crests.

“W-Wait! I… I told you what you wanted!” Randy needfully moaned, his body’s vibrations now fully obeying the momentum of Angelina’s pulsating sex. He gripped the arms of the chair for support, bracing his spine away from her as though the busty stranger meant to suck him straight into her vagina like a vacuum cleaner.

“Oh, I know honey, but one thing you have to learn is that you can’t just stop a train once it’s left the station. A lady won’t thank you for that. Just go ahead and finish up, and then you’ll be on your way.”

Randy didn’t need much more prodding than this, as despite the demise-by-miniaturization of his frat brother happening right before his eyes, he was too deep into the rhythm to turn back now. Over Angelina’s throaty murmurs, he could still hear the fading squeals of Tim’s pleading as the little thing sunk deeper into the bulbous divide, and as Randy’s breathing became more shrill, the pale-breasted she-demon cupped her tits from either flank, kneading them out to the sides so her shrunken half-inch passenger’s confines became slightly less claustrophobic. At least until the still-useful college boy grunted and came inside her, at which point a euphoric Angelina capped off their marvelous union by smashing her chest sacs back together with an ear-splitting clap and a crunchy squelch as Tim, in a tiny spritz of viscera as though the giantess had popped a ketchup packet between her cans, met his end thanks to Randy’s erotic timing.

Startled and horrified by this development, Randy’s orgasmic cry turned into a hollowing shout. His jaw hung open and his heartrate accelerated far quicker than it had during the throes of passion, which Angelina took as an open invitation to lurch her nearest nipple into his gaping mouth. Her teat tip plus a generous blubber-wad filled in the lustful dummy’s jowls, and with his head pinned to the back of the chair now by the burgeoning weight of the woman’s breast coming down on him like an avalanche, all he could do was scream against the blockage and ill-advisedly attempt to bite, while Angelina’s nipple was pushed almost deep enough for its erect milk-laced nub to tickle Randy’s uvula. The pressure from his struggle was more than enough to produce a heavy gush of lactation that quickly flooded his throat, leaving the guy to either ferociously guzzle his gifts or drown in them, thus breast-feeding for the first time in two decades.