The Landmark Resort, Chapter 16

Hey everyone! This next part was an absolute treat for me to write - it's a super-long chapter, so have fun!

Next up, The Brat, a couple art-based short stories, and The Reveries of Aaron Cooper! <3

Chapter 16

A few minutes later, Thomas could hear nothing but the immense, thudding beat of Mia’s heart in his ears, which pounded and echoed through his head through her enormous breasts, squished up on either side of his head and upper body. For a couple minutes after the business meeting with Brian and Mitzy had been concluded, Thomas could tell that Mia was walking swiftly…somewhere. He couldn’t quite tell where – since he was hidden by her button-up white dress shirt, he could only see vague outlines of objects and people. And, in any case, Mia was so big now that she walked with long, grand, voluptuous strides, making it so that the world seemed to pass him by in a blur.

What’s more, tied and stretched between her two-piece bikini, Thomas couldn’t really focus on much more than the enormous, torturously erotic movements of her body against his. It was incredible; she was so much taller, bigger, thicker, and wider than him now that it felt like her body had literally absorbed his. Every movement of her thick, feminine thighs, and her well-shaped arms…every pivot of her mighty hips…every time she stopped walking and then started up again – to Thomas it was like a goddess was manipulating his body like a little marionette.

At a very skinny 4’7, it was no wonder he felt this way. How tall was Mia now!? He couldn’t remember. She HAD to be well over 7 feet tall…perhaps even approaching 8 feet, and certainly weighed well over 400 pounds. The way she had totally dwarfed that 6’5 male employee at the beach tiki bar…Thomas felt himself shudder as he thought back, half in sheer pleasure, and half in fear. What was Mia becoming? What was he becoming!?

But Mia had stopped walking now, and Thomas vaguely remembered that they had gone up in the elevator. He had been so absorbed in her body, literally and figuratively, that he hadn’t even noticed that Mia had gone back into the Burgundy Suite. But now, after a few moments of feeling her slow, steady breathing stretch out his little body with each inhale, Thomas began to smell the familiar scent of the candles. As his eyes adjusted to the low light, he suddenly became aware that Mia was standing in front of one of the full-length suite mirrors, silently posing with her arms over her head. Her little purse dangled from her hand, and Thomas swallowed, remembering that the purple box was inside…the box with his cock trapped within. All Mia had to do was adjust the app on her phone and he would be thrown into a lava wave of searing, edging arousal. But even without the extra stimulation, he was already quite turned-on. Just knowing that Mia was posing with him like this was enough to almost send him over the edge. But he knew that only she controlled his orgasms.

‘I have to remember to call her Dommy Mommy Goddess,’ he thought to himself suddenly, desperately eager to make sure that he pleased her. But then, he felt the luscious curves of Mia’s body moving all around him again…she had picked something up.

Pop!

The sound of something opening…a bottle, maybe? Thomas’s vision was still fuzzy, and he couldn’t really see anything but the vague outline of Mia’s incredible curves in the mirror. A couple moments later, however, he felt something warm slowly dripping down his head, then down his neck and onto his shoulders, and then further on down his back and chest, in between his little ass cheeks, and down his legs – Mia was dripping oil down her cleavage, that special jasmine-chamomile oil…the oil that Thomas knew Mia used to steal his size. Even though he was almost completely entranced by her power over him, there was still some primal aspect of his brain that resisted her taking even more of his size, and for a few seconds he struggled in the bonds of her bikini straps, desperately trying to escape from the slow, inexorable creep of the warm oil down his body.

“Mmmmmm you can struggle all you want, little thing,” Mia breathed down at him, her deep, rich, feminine voice teasing him with its amused timbre, “But there’s nothing you can do to stop what’s happening…nothing. Every man at this resort, if he could see you right now, would be bursting with envy. Do you want me to replace you, Thomas? I could find someone more appreciative, I’m sure.”

“N-No! No, please…Dommy Mommy Goddess!” choked Thomas from inside her shirt. “I’m s-sorry! I…I didn’t mean to struggle!”

“Of course you didn’t, sweetheart,” purred Mia, her voice vibrating through her flesh, straight into Thomas, sending him abuzz with desire, “You couldn’t help it. You were just reacting like the scared little puppy you are. Mmm, we’ll need to train you more, of course. But for now…”

Her voice trailed off meaningfully, leaving Thomas a bit confused…until he suddenly became aware that his arms and legs felt like they were being pulled in four directions. For a second, he panicked, having no idea what was happening, but then of course he realized that Mia was growing…and he was shrinking. The oil was working fast, faster than usual. He felt the mighty thud of Mia’s heartbeat quicken behind his head; evidently, she was getting excited by the size change. But she didn’t unbutton her shirt. Instead, she was content to keep him under it as she proceeded to strike a variety of sexy poses in the mirror – one with both arms up above her head, one sideways, showcasing the enormous protrusion of her giant ass in profile, one with her hands on her hips as she pivoted left, then right…and so on. All the while, Thomas could feel his size shrinking away, siphoned off by Mia’s thick, curvy form, growing thicker and curvier all around him with each passing second.

After a couple minutes, Thomas even shrunk to the extent that his head popped out from between Mia’s tits because of the size change – it was more to do with Mia’s growth than his shrinking, since his arms and legs had now been pulled so much that they were nearly taut. Mia only hummed and chuckled in response, striking more poses that teased and stretched Thomas even further. Somehow, he knew that, by Mia’s art, he couldn’t be pulled apart or harmed in any way, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a panicked sense of tension whenever she struck a particularly impressive pose. It was ridiculous how someone so tall and huge could be so flexible – at one point, Mia even brought her right leg up above her head, stretching it up straight so that her bare foot was pressing directly against the ceiling…all while standing on her left leg, perfectly balanced. Of course, this pose forced Thomas’s body to stretch to the side almost painfully, to the extent that his whole body was actually hanging in the air. He had shrunk so much, and Mia had gotten so big compared to him, that the only part of his little body (aside from his breast-squished head and neck) that was touching her were his hands, feet, wrists, and ankles. Everything else was pulled taut, stretched completely out into the open air between her colossal breasts and the thick, oily pillars of her upper thighs.

ClickClickClick

The sound of Mia’s phone snapping pictures in the mirror…and then Thomas’s head and body came into view as Mia deftly unbuttoned her white dress shirt, exposing his tiny little body stretched tightly between her tits and thighs.

“Oh baby…” Mia cooed, snapping more pictures with her huge leg still raised straight up over her head in that impressive pose, “You look peeeeeerfect…my sweet, small, skinny little puppy, all tied up between Dommy Mommy’s biiiiig tits.”

Her lips curved into a smirk as she reached for her phone in her purse, raising a sexy eyebrow at Thomas in the mirror as she opened the app for the purple box. Before he could even begin to prepare himself, Mia set the setting on “low,” which, given the app’s range, was still quite intense. Thomas could feel his cock being slowly, tenderly massaged…almost petted…but the gentleness was relentless, so that after a few seconds, he could already feel the tension beginning to build. But, of course, there was no way for him to relieve it – unless Mia made it happen…and by the smirking grin on her face, Thoms could tell that she wasn’t planning on letting him cum anytime soon.

“Mmmmm, I just love that expression on your face,” she hummed down at him, finally drinking her huge, powerful leg down from the insane pose she had been in, with the sole of her foot literally touching the ceiling. “You know it’s only on the lowest setting, right? We’ve got a lonnnng night ahead of us, little pet…a long night.”

Right as she spoke, Mia straightened up in front of the mirror and, with a deft flourish, shimmied out of her white shirt, so that she was now completely topless, with Thomas tied to the front of her body, and his head right smack in between her enormous, squishy, oily tits. Mia hummed and cooed down at him some more, striking a variety of poses, first with her arms above her head, then putting her hands behind her head and flexing, and then wrapping her huge hands around both of Thomas’s ankles. Her hands, of course, easily went all the way around, and Mia squeezed them tenderly, testing them for size as she continued to whisper in his ear.

“Sooooo small,” she purred, her voice, despite its whispered timbre, seeming to infuse his entire body. “You’re sooooo tiny and little…oh my goodness…just look at that! Look at how huge my hands are compared to your puny little ankles. Look in the mirror, pet!”

And Thomas did. It was incredible, staring at their reflection. Mia’s thick, oiled-up body was so enormous, so magnificently strong and voluptuous, that he actually had to focus his eyes a few moments before he could make out his own body, even though he was tied to her front! Mia was slowly moving her hands up his legs now, kneading and massaging him tenderly the whole time, and even though her touch felt amazing, Thomas knew that the main purpose of this gesture was simply to emphasize how tiny he was compared to her, and how effortlessly she could dominate him. Her fingers tickled all the way up to his thighs, and Thomas started squirming a little from her teasing touch.

“Oooooh a little ticklish, are we?” chuckled Mia, wrapping her hands all the way around his thighs. Thomas could only gape at the ridiculous size comparison – her fingers still had another inch or two of room to spare. Just by this simple action, she was showing him how pitifully miniature his body was compared to her; it was impossible for Thomas not to feel utterly pathetic. And then, Mia drew a sweet, fragrant breath in, and Thomas suddenly felt his entire body – every muscle and ligament – stretching, just in reaction to her breathing. Tighter and tighter she pulled him, not even touching him with her hands. It was all just through the power of her lungs, and the swelling effect of her body as she inhaled a series of long, deep breaths. Every time she exhaled, Thomas felt his body relax, but the relief was only temporary, because the next moment, Mia had inhaled a breath even deeper than before. After just a few of these breaths, Thomas felt like his joints were about to be pulled out of their sockets.

“D-Dommy…Mommy G-Goddess…” he sputtered desperately, his voice barely above a whisper because of how taut his limbs were, “Please…p-please…”

“Please?” Mia cooed out pleasantly, her voice deep and syrupy-sweet. “Please what, little puppy?”

Thomas felt like he was caught in some kind of a quandary. What was he going to do – ask her to stop breathing? He knew that Mia was well aware of what was going on, but he didn’t know how to beg her for some relief.

“I…I…” he mouthed, hardly able to even breathe himself, with his body pulled so tight. Mia stood there, smirking at him in the mirror, and then she extended out a playful finger, laying it on his back before swiftly pressing down and sliding it off his body…and Thomas winced as his entire body vibrated with her touch, still pulled to its tightest point of tension yet. In essence, Mia had “twanged” his entire body like a guitar string, making him bounce up and down in front of her immense body.

“Mhmhmm!” Mia intoned, laughing through her closed lips before parting them in delight. “You’re like my own built-in stringed instrument, Thomas! My own tiny one-man harp!”

And here, she extended her finger once more, acting like she was about to “strum” him again as Thomas gritted his teeth together and shut his eyes, preparing to be stretched past his limits. But then he quickly felt all the tension in his body dissolve away as Mia exhaled, leaving him limp and exhausted as he dangled from her bikini.

“But, of course, we’ve got to treat our musical instruments with care,” Mia sang out, palming Thomas’s head with her huge hand as she gently, lovingly scratched his scalp. “Otherwise they’ll just snap – and that’s no good for anyone, is it, Thomas?”

He shook his head weakly.

“Noooo, no,” Mia laughed, shaking her head along with him, “No good at all.”

She swiftly turned around, so that she and Thomas were both now facing the rest of the Burgundy Suite, with its low light, complete with innumerable candles. But Mia had turned her head back to the mirror, and Thomas felt her huge, thick body pivoting slightly side to side. It quickly became obvious to him that she was admiring her enormous ass in the mirror, and even though Thomas was literally right there, from his vantage point, he simply couldn’t see her ass…not even a little bit. And the longer Mia admired herself, the more Thomas felt himself pining for a look. It didn’t matter that he had seen her ass up close many, many times already. Mia had grown recently, and he knew that she looked even better, even thicker and hotter, if that was even possible. His cock, still being stimulated on the lowest setting in the purple box, was absolutely rock-hard. A tiny whimper escaped his lips, a pathetic little whine…and Thomas found himself desperately hoping that Mia would understand what it meant.

She suddenly turned her head back around, tilting it to the side as she stuck her tongue out slightly in between her teeth. Thomas could feel her eyes on him.

“Say, Thomas,” she asked thoughtfully after a few silent seconds, her head still to the side, so that her gorgeous waterfall of flowing brown hair cascaded straight down through the air, “Can you even SEE my ass from back here?”

“N-No…Dommy Mommy Goddess!” he cried, almost shedding tears of relief from her seeming to read his mind. “I can’t!”

“Mmmmm I bet you wanna see it, huh?” she chuckled, now biting her tongue down at him. “It’s just killing you that I’m admiring my big butt in the mirror, while you’re tied to my front…and you’re so small that you can’t even glance around my torso…my goodness!”

“Y-Yes…yes, I do want to see it, please!” Thomas begged, hating how high-pitched and desperate his voice sounded. But, at this point, what did any of that matter, compared to the prospect of getting to feast his eyes upon Mia’s glorious ass!? She had turned her head back around toward the mirror, and was pivoting slightly again, posing in a variety of different positions. Thomas could feel the muscles of her hips and upper thighs flex as she posed her ass in all these myriad ways, but he couldn’t see the results. It was like torture to him, to have to imagine what was in the mirror.

“Damn…” Mia murmured to herself in the mirror, “My ass is so…fucking…FAT…like, oh my god, Thomas…I wish you could see it right now. There’s no question that it’s gotten bigger. A WHOLE LOT bigger. Heh, I mean, I know I’ve always had a fat ass, but it’s never been quite like THIS before. Holy shit…”

“I…I want to see!” begged Thomas, trying in vain to twist his little body around. But, try as he might, there was nothing he could do. Mia’s body was simply too huge for him to look around, and he was stuck having to imagine what her poses looked like.

“I’ve always been able to twerk,” Mia chuckled, continuing like she hadn’t even heard him, “But let’s just see what it looks like when I bounce my…OHHHHH GOD...hahaha, that’s ridiculous!”

Thomas’s whole body was gently bouncing in response to what Mia was doing: twerking her left butt cheek in the mirror. Thomas could feel her huge left glutes flexing through her body, and the reverberation was so exaggerated that he actually felt his own head bobbing up and down in reaction to the force she was exerting.

PlapPlapPlapPlapPlapPlap

The sound of Mia’s huge, thick, fat ass cheek slapping into her upper thigh sounded out into the Burgundy Suite. Thomas couldn’t believe it – he knew that lots of girls with fat asses could make their cheeks “clap” by bouncing themselves up and down. But he had never heard of someone being able to make that clapping sound just by twerking a single cheek into their upper thigh! And then, just as he was trying to wrap his mind around what was happening, he felt her left cheek pause, and then –

PlapPlapPlapPlapPlapPlap

From the right side. She was doing the same thing with her right cheek.

“Heheh, I really wish you could see this, Thomas,” Mia giggled, twerking her right cheek. “Since I know how much you worship my big ass…this is on, like…an entirely different level, though. Bigger and better than you’ve ever seen before.”

“Ugghh…I…can’t see!” Thomas grunted, straining in his bonds once more as he tried to catch even a glimpse of the mirror. But he couldn’t get around her body…not even close.

“And then if I really turn it up a notch and twerk them both at the same tiiiiime…!” Mia hummed, clearly building up the suspense as she bent her knees slightly, sticking her giant ass out even more. Thomas felt her pause…as if her whole body was poised on top of a precipice, waiting to tumble down into the abyss below. He knew that she was playing with him, teasing him, titillating him until he broke down and begged even harder.

But suddenly, Thomas wasn’t thinking about that anymore. His mind had been wiped blank, because Mia had swiftly descended into a crouch, putting her hands on her knees as she full-on twerked her massive ass cheeks up and down, up and down, in the mirror.

PlapClapPlapClapPlapClapPlapClapPlapClapPlapClap

The sounds of Mia’s bouncing ass just got crazier and more chaotic, and Thomas felt every twerk and vibration through his body. Giving up on the idea of trying to twist himself around to see the show, he desperately scanned the room in front of him, hoping that there was another mirror somewhere that could actually show him a glimpse of the reverse-reflection. But there wasn’t a mirror anywhere else to be seen, and all Thomas could see was the dark, romantically-lit Burgundy Suite, with all those little candles seeming to flicker teasingly at him, mocking his predicament.

“Honestly, Thomas, it’s really too bad that you can’t see what’s happening right now,” Mia giggled playfully, “Because…I mean…I’ve seen my share of big asses come through this resort, but I’ve never…ever…seen anything quite like THIS.”

“I’m…I’m b-begging you…” Thomas whispered, at his wit’s end, as he felt the tears start to gather in his eyes.

PlapClapPlapClapPlapClapPlapClap

“Who are you talking to?” Mia asked pointedly.

“I’m…begging you, Dommy Mommy Goddess!” Thomas called out. “Please! L-Let me…let me see your ass!”

“Mmmmm there we go,” cooed Mia, still twerking her ass in the mirror as she reached down and playfully petted Thomas’s head. “That’s all you needed to say, little pet! All I’m doing is training you to beg, and you’re obviously making good progress.”

She fished her phone out of her purse, taking the opportunity to turn the dial up a notch on Thomas’s cock in the purple box. He inhaled sharply through his teeth, his turgid erection feeling like it was on the edge of oblivion.

“Oh come on, I barely even turned it up at all,” chuckled Mia as she brought her phone around to her backside. “There’s about twenty more settings on there, Thomas…and eventually, I’m going to train you to go all the way up to twenty without passing out! All in time, little pet…”

Thomas didn’t know what Mia was doing with her phone, but his mind was briefly horrified by the foreboding of what she just said. If this was only “Level 2” on the purple box, what did “Level 10” feel like!? Let alone “Level 20”?? A cold sweat was already beginning to break out across his forehead when Mia brought her phone around for him to see.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Mia purred. “I recorded a video for you.”

Thomas opened his mouth in expectation, and the next moment, he actually let loose an involuntary pant as Mia brought the phone closer to his face.

“Mhmhm,” Mia chuckled deeply, massaging his head with her big hand, “That’s right, little puppy, that’s right…your Dommy Mommy Goddess is gonna give you exactly what you want. Here, feast your eyes.”

She brought her camera close to Thomas’s face, and he finally saw what he had been straining to see for so long: an HD video of her twerking ass. Of course, nothing could replace seeing the actual thing in person, but at least he could see what had been making all that crazy noise a minute before. Thomas could feel his eyes widening as he stared in awe at what her buttcheeks were doing. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Mia’s ass plenty of times before – he had…and very much up close, at that. But her recent growth, combined with his current size, seemed to have kicked her ass into a completely different gear. Her cheeks were positively bulging…strong, fat, and perfectly-sculpted. They were simply a dream…any man’s dream…but for an ass-man like Thomas, they were like heaven itself had come twerking down to earth.

And twerk they did – his eyes were getting dry just from staring at the screen, but he didn’t blink. He couldn’t. He couldn’t look away, even for a split second. He didn’t even understand which direction her cheeks were bouncing. They were twerking so crazily, so chaotically, and yet, at the same time, so rhythmically, that it was impossible for Thomas to wrap his mind around just how much mass was being effortlessly moved with every tweak of Mia’s hips. And the longer he watched the more he desperately…direly…needed to touch that massive ass, to feel it press up against his body, to be smothered by it.

“You’re drooling, Thomas,” Mia chuckled, and Thomas realized too late that he really had literally drooled onto her screen. A shot of fear went through him, fearing some sort of severe punishment, but Mia only hummed deeply and wiped it off her screen with her thumb.

“No worries little guy,” she cooed down at him, “I know puppies will be puppies, you know. Mmmm, and you know what? I can read your mind, Thomas. I know what you want right now.”

“Y-You…you do?!” he gasped, hardly daring to believe it could be true as he stared up at her face, since the video had finished. Mia nodded slowly down at him meaningfully.

“Ohhhh yes,” she hummed. “You want to feel those cheeks aaaaaall over. I know you do. But first, I want you to take a look at this.”

She indicated down with her head towards her phone once more, and Thomas felt his heart pattering, thinking that he was about to be treated to another video. But instead, he felt his body seize up as he found himself staring at a screen of the purple box app, which Mia had programmed into her phone. There was a semicircular meter on the screen, which read from 1 on the left, to 10 at the top of the semi-circle, all the way down to 20 on the right. The pointer hovered over on the left, pointing at the “2” setting. Thomas instantly knew what all this meant, and grew very afraid of what Mia was about to do.

“Just to remind you, Thomas,” she giggled in his ear, biting his lobe and licking it, “Of the reality of your situation. Mmmm, and before I give you what you want, let’s turn this straight up to a healthy 5, why don’t we?”

Before Thomas could say anything, Mia had adjusted the touch-screen dial with her finger, taking it straight up to the “5” setting. Thomas immediately felt his eyes cross as his crotch flamed up like it was on fire – but really, what initially felt like fire was the searing, crazy intensity of the purple box going to work on his cock in some new, arcane way, stroking its length and sucking its head and fluttering on the underside of his glans in ways that Thomas hadn’t believed possible before. He squealed out like a little pig, but Mia only responded by cooing at him, swiftly untying him from her bikini before laying him down on the hardwood floor and looming over him, standing there with her hands on her hips as she watched him squirm around in tortured arousal. A whole minute went by as she stood there with one leg on either side of his body, staring down at him with an impenetrable expression as she drank in the sight of his helpless, paralyzing pleasure. At this point, Thomas was struggling to form any coherent thoughts at all, and he could feel his sight and hearing beginning to dim as he descended down into unconsciousness.

But Mia didn’t let him pass out. Right as Thomas felt himself slipping away, she switched the app back to the “2” setting, bringing him back from the brink. The warm, dark colors of the Burgundy Suite returned to his vision, and his hearing recovered as well, with Mia’s deep, rich, ringing laugh being the first sound to greet him.

“Hahaha, ohhhhh, Thomas,” she laughed, shaking her head as she shook her phone teasingly at him, “You can’t even handle the “5” setting for more than a minute without passing out? Seems like plenty of future training is in store! But I’ll give you a little break for now. After all, we’ve got more important things to do, and I need you conscious!”

“M-More…important things?” Thomas asked, struggling to his feet as he stared up at Mia’s towering, glorious body. She was nearly 8 feet tall now, and, at a measly 4’5, Thomas’s eyes were even with the middle curve of her hips. He now had to actually look up to see her belly button, and the tight bottom strings of her bikini. He was looking up much higher, though, because Mia had reached behind herself and was untying the top half of her bikini. The next moment, her enormous tits seemed to expand dramatically as they came tumbling out, bouncing and jiggling high above Thomas’s head in all of their naked grandeur. Mia still had her phone in her hand, and she angled it down below her huge ass, waiting to frame it just right before snapping a picture.

“Just a little “before” snapshot,” she chuckled at Thomas, winking at him.

“Before?” he asked, not understanding. Her voice was full of suggestive foreboding, and Thomas felt himself growing more anxious, even as his excitement grew at the same time. What was she planning? He couldn’t dwell too long on this question, however, because Mia had put her phone down and was now holding the full bottle of the jasmine-chamomile massage oil, arching an eyebrow down at Thomas as she popped the top off.

“So Thomas,” Mia began, shaking the bottle of oil down at him playfully, “Like I was saying before…I know you reeeeeally want to feel up my big, fat, jiggly ass. Don’t you?”

He nodded up at her eagerly, thrilled that he seemed to be finally getting his wish. The presence of the special massage oil probably meant that he was going to shrink again, but right now, all Thomas could think about was getting his hands on that magnificent ass.

“Well I’ve put you through a lot already today, little puppy,” Mia chuckled, bending down and handing him the bottle of oil, “So I figure that it’s only right to reward my little pet by letting him oil up my bigggggg butt.”

“Oh th-thank you…thank you so much, Dommy Mommy Goddess!” sputtered Thomas, eagerly accepting the bottle of oil with both hands. The next moment, Mia had slowly turned around, and Thomas found himself staring straight into the juiciest, most immense, jiggly ass cheeks that he could have ever imagined. The pictures and video Mia had taken didn’t do them justice…not even close. Thomas could feel his hands beginning to tremble as he oiled them up with the fragrant jasmine-chamomile oil, and when he first put his hands on those gigantic cheeks, it felt absurd how small they looked in comparison. After a minute of smearing the oil around, Thomas could see that he had only oiled up a tiny portion of a single cheek.

“Hmmm…” Mia grinned down at him, turning her head behind her as she inspected Thomas’s work so far, “You’ve got such little hands…heh, I think this is gonna take you a while. I want it ALL oiled up, little man…every bit of it…I want it so shiny that you can see your reflection in my ass.”

Thomas nodded obediently, absolutely reveling in his task as he continued to oil up Mia’s huge cheeks. She was so tall compared to him that, standing up, he didn’t even need to stoop or bend down. Her ass was right there, even with his entire upper torso, the perfect height to service. The minutes dropped off in huge chunks, with Thomas hardly noticing that any time had passed at all. He was just so engrossed in his task, so enthusiastic and happy to be serving Mia in this way, that nothing else mattered. All that was important was that soft, pillowy, yet somehow still firm and substantial ass flesh, that jiggled and quivered with every touch he made. He was shaking it, caressing it, kneading it, and losing himself in it completely as he oiled every square inch up, and then went over each spot again and again until it shined. All around in the room, the flickering candles burned a little lower, darkening the low, deep red light, making it seem even more romantic and sexy.

After how much time, Thomas had no idea, it suddenly occurred to him that something strange was happening…or rather, he realized that it was strange that something WASN’T happening. He was using the very same, familiar massage oil that had caused him to shrink and Mia to grow in the past, but even though he had been oiling up her ass for a long time now, he hadn’t gotten smaller, and Mia hadn’t grown any bigger. In the meantime, in between deep, pleasant hums, Mia had been applying more of the oil to her torso and upper body, all the places Thomas couldn’t reach…though she wasn’t using nearly as much oil as Thomas was using on her ass, per her command.

As he continued to work on her cheeks, enjoying himself, something pricked in the back of Thomas’s mind, something that told him there was going to be a catch somewhere…that if he wasn’t going to shrink, or Mia wasn’t going to grow, something else would happen. But really, in the midst of this enormous ass, what did any of that matter, anyway? His cock in the purple box was still being steadily stroked and prodded at the “2” setting, keeping Thomas permanently aroused, but he could actually begin to feel his body getting accustomed to the constant stimulation. Maybe Mia would turn up the intensity again, or maybe she had some other surprise in store for him…but right now, he just couldn’t focus too hard on what wasn’t immediately in front of him. Thomas took in a deep breath, clearing distracting thoughts from his mind, and kneaded his little hands even harder into the middle of her left cheek, barely making a dent in the jiggling flesh as he continued to oil it up. Mia had taken the top of her bikini off, but she was still wearing her black thong, which stretched out wide on either side of Thomas, the perfect skimpy frame to those huge cheeks.

“Mmmmm, more oil, Thomas,” Mia purred encouragingly down to him, “Morrrrre…”

He was only too happy to oblige, and a minute later the oil was streaming down his entire front, dotting in little pools at his bare feet, as he slathered it all around Mia’s ass, making it even shinier. Those massive cheeks shook and jiggled even more noticeably, now that they were completely lathered in oil, and Thomas finally began to see his own dark, indistinct reflection in the gently gyrating ass flesh.

“More…” breathed Mia, her voice barely above a whisper, which still somehow managed to shake the air in the low-lit suite, “More…”

The oil was streaming down Mia’s ass now in slow, cascading rivulets, and Thomas’s reflection began to get clearer. Harder and harder he worked, kneading his hands deeper into the quivering ass flesh, and the more he worked, the more Thomas started to feel that he was becoming mesmerized by the colossal ass in front of him. Vaguely, after even more time had passed, he registered that he hadn’t blinked in a long time, and that he hadn’t even stopped or paused to take a breath or look anywhere except those glorious cheeks. But the moment he became cognizant of this thought, it was gone, and he was back to using entire brain for the task at hand. A few times Mia hummed deeply, chuckling, as she bounced her left cheek once, or her right, and each time she did this, Thomas felt like he was being pulled deeper and deeper into the shiny, quivering kaleidoscope of her ass, where he didn’t know where her ass ended and where his reflection began.

“Stop.”

Mia’s one-word command shook the air, penetrating Thomas like a rapier through his heart. Despite the softness of her voice, her tone carried unquestionable authority. Thomas immediately obeyed, pulling his hands away from the gently gyrating wonderland of her oily ass cheeks in front of him. Staring straight forward, still very much enraptured by the sight, he couldn’t see anything else. The silent seconds passed by, with Mia occasionally flexing one of her cheeks ever so slightly, causing the immense flesh around the muscle to jump and shake…the aftershocks of a single flex lasted more than ten seconds.

‘That’s how huge her ass is,’ Thomas thought, transfixed. ‘Even long after she stops flexing, her ass keeps moving on its own.’

He began to get nervous, a feeling born of his desperation to keep kneading his little hands deep into those cheeks. But the silence deepened above him, and Thomas began to wonder what was going on. He finally managed to wrench his eyes away from Mia’s ass and venture an inquiring glance up at her face, hoping for some indication as to when he could resume his worship. His heart squirmed anxiously in his chest when he saw that, from the vantage point of her slightly turned head, she was staring straight down at him, a deadpan, dominating look on her face that oozed total confidence and authority.

Silently, Mia reached slightly behind herself, as her huge hand descended down towards Thomas’s head. The next moment he felt her massive, warm palm completely envelop the top of his head as her long, strong fingers gripped his skull, going all the way down to his eyebrows. Her sharp black fingernails extended down even farther, nearly obscuring his vision. Thomas stumbled in place a bit, just from the sheer weight of Mia’s hand; she wasn’t even pressing down.

And then, suddenly, Mia was pressing down…not too hard or painfully on his head, but the effortless force and pressure she was exerting was unmistakable. Thomas blinked up at her, his eyes briefly meeting hers before having to look away, overcome with her power. She still had that deadpan expression on her face as she continued to push down on his head, and, unable to meet her eyes, Thomas looked down at his knees, expecting them to be buckling under the pressure. But they weren’t buckling…at all. Confused, Thomas looked back up at Mia’s body, and saw, to his astonishment, that her huge ass was slowly, steadily rising up in the panorama of his vision. His eyes shot back down to his knees, which remained unbent, and then darted back up to her body, where the middle of her ass was now slightly above his eyeline. There was no question now – he was shrinking…dwindling slowly down with every second that passed by as Mia literally pushed him down into a smaller, punier little man.

Thomas could feel his breath coming in shorter, gasping spurts the smaller he got, and not only because he was getting smaller and smaller – that wasn’t all that was happening. As he stared up at Mia’s ass, in a helpless gesture of supplication (as if her butt cheeks could somehow intervene to stop him shrinking), Thomas realized that he wasn’t just shrinking; Mia was growing too. More specifically, she was growing ever-so-slightly in height, but her ass was expanding at a faster rate. In every direction it was growing…her cheeks were getting taller and wider and juicer, so that Thomas now felt the bottom right cheek beginning to tease his face, then touch it, then press up hard against it so that, if Mia’s hand hadn't been holding him in place as she pushed him down, Thomas would have stumbled backwards from the force of her growing ass. His mind was awash in contradictions – he was desperate not to get smaller, but at the same time, his face was pressed up against the vast, oily cushion of Mia’s glorious ass cheek…how could he wish for anything else?

Much to Thomas’s dismay, however, he soon felt his face sliding down off the ass cheek, leaving it quivering playfully down at him, glistening in the candlelight, like it was mocking the fact that it was now taller than his face. Thomas quickly tried to reach up with his hands to touch it and grasp it again.

“No hands,” Mia commanded, her voice just as quiet and dominant as it had been before…if anything, now that she was bigger and Thomas was smaller, it seemed to shake the air even more. Of course Thomas obeyed her, and his hands hung limply by his sides as Mia continued to press down on his head, making him smaller, and smaller, and smaller. Her magnificent ass grew higher and higher up above him, continuing to expand and grow as he shrank, until it was well out of his reach. Thomas watched in hopeless, despairing arousal as Mia’s expanding ass made an intense V-shape out of her already-stretched bikini thong, the “V” appearing to grin more and more down at him as her ass grew to astounding proportions. A minute later, when Mia finally stopped pressing down on his head, Thomas had shrunk down all the way to 3’6, with Mia now having reached a towering height of 8’2. Her ass stood far out of his reach now, gently wobbling high above his head, an oiled-up idol in the flesh. Thomas felt himself starting to panic, since there was now no way that he could worship Mia’s ass, and his next words came tumbling out of his mouth in a pathetic, high-pitched squeak:

“P-Please! Please, Dommy Mommy Goddess! I…d-don’t want to be this small! I can’t reach your ass anymore! Please! Please grow me back!!”

A deep, feminine chuckle sounded out high above, and Thomas was only able to see Mia’s gorgeous, smirking face when she turned her head back toward him and arched it out, so that she could see him down below her ass.

“Oh but I lovvvve how puny and helpless you look down there,” she cooed at him, pursing her lips and blowing him a sweet, mocking kiss. “And anyway, you still have something more to do for me. Here, wipe off your hands and take my phone…good…now take another picture of my ass. Mmmm this is the “after” shot…Brian’s going to lose his mind, haha.”

Thomas did as he was told, angling up the phone (which was now as big as both of his hands put together) to take a picture of Mia’s oiled ass from below, but her last words echoed through his mind.

‘Brian!?’ he thought hotly, already feeling corrosively jealous, ‘Why is she sending pictures to Brian??

But of course he kept his mouth shut as he handed the phone back up to Mia, who accepted it with a wink down at him.

“Awww, you’re jealous, baby,” she purred down at him, looking at the picture, then bringing her phone closer and squinting at it. Her smile fell a little as she started shaking her head. “Hmmmm…nope, this isn’t going to work.”

“D-did…did I not do a good job, Dommy Mommy Goddess?” Thomas asked urgently.

“You captured my ass quite nicely, little puppy,” Mia replied, reaching down for a towel, “But unfortunately you can see the reflection of your tiny face in the bottom of my right cheek…it’s because it’s all oiled up, haha! No, no, we’ve got to do it again.”

Handing the phone back down to Thomas, Mia used the towel to swiftly wipe away the oil from her giant ass, making it bob and jiggle crazily above his head as she worked the towel up, down, and sideways until all the oil was gone. Thomas couldn’t help but feel a little sad, since Mia had rejected the first photo because he was in it…but even more than that, he felt sad that those cheeks weren’t oiled-up anymore. The oil made them look so perfect, so goddess-like…but staring up at her ass now, he couldn’t really complain. Swallowing his sadness and hurt pride, he took another picture, and Mia nodded approvingly after inspecting it this time.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way,” Mia said brightly, “I have a question for you, Thomas.”

She opened her purse, and then, much to Thomas’s amazement, he felt her shut off his cock stimulation. It was almost jarring not to feel any intense sensation down there, despite the fact that his entire groin area still felt like it was buzzing from the stimulation.

“Y-Yes?” Thomas asked, excited by whatever she was about to ask next. He was eager to try his hardest to give the correct answer, whatever it may be. But he felt a warm, familiar touch suddenly engulf his cock, chasing all other thoughts from his mind, and the next moment he saw Mia pull his cock up out of the purple box, holding it in her hand as she stroked it lovingly, then brought it up to her lips and tenderly kissed the tip of his head. Thomas staggered in place, nearly collapsing on the floor from the stimulation, even as he managed to keep his feet.

“I want to know,” Mia asked pleasantly, waving his cock around as she talked, “Which part of my body you like the best?”

Thomas just stood there gaping up at her, gobsmacked by how huge she looked now (he was looking UP at her pussy), distracted and stimulated by the feel of her hand wrapped around his cock as she waved it around, and totally thrown for a loop about how to answer.

“Do you like my leggggs, Thomas?” Mia asked, pointing his cock directly at her huge, thick, full thighs. He nodded his head, unable to say anything.

“Mmmmm, how about my bicepssss?” she hissed out, putting his cock in the crook of her arm and flexing her bicep into it over and over, squeezing his length in between her forearm and flexing muscle. “You like them too?”

“Y-Yeah…” Thomas whined out, doubling over in arousal as she laughed down at him, clearly enjoying her playful torments.

“What about my abs, though?” she cooed, flexing her stomach as she ran his cock in a figure-eight shape through her muscles. “We can’t forget about them, now, can we?”

“N-No…we…can’t!” panted Thomas, his entire body now red from how turned-on he was. This cock-teasing was even more intense than “Level 2” in the purple box…maybe even on par with “Level 5.”

“Haha you’re not doing a very good job of narrowing it down, Thomas,” laughed Mia. “How do my tits measure up, hrmmm?” She slid his cock up in between her huge breasts, jerking it in and out over and over as Thomas finally collapsed down on the floor, clutching his groin, overcome by the stimulation.

“Hey! Focus!” Mia snapped, abruptly yanking Thomas’s cock out from between her tits and smacking it hard into her right hip, then her left, over and over, making Thomas cry out in a mixture of pain and arousal as her gigantic hips jiggled and danced from the impact.

“Stand up!” she ordered, continuing to slap his cock on her hips until he obeyed her, perched on shaky little legs. She then switched to rubbing his cock on her hips, smirking down as she enjoyed watching his disembodied, erect length jiggle and gyrate her flesh.

“I know you appreciate my biggg, thick hips,” Mia nodded slowly, “So let’s see…what does that leave us with? Huh, I guess that’s everything…”

Thomas felt himself actually starting to go a little soft in Mia’s hand, not because he didn’t love every part of her body, but rather because of the sudden disappointment that she was purposefully leaving out her ass…unquestionably his favorite part of her body. Still, though, he didn’t know how to answer without giving the impression that he was insulting any other part of her. His worries all coalesced in his brain, and his cock started to go even limper.

“Hmm, this thing seems to be getting a little soft,” Mia hummed out, bringing his cock up to her face and examining it closely. The next moment, she was grinning back down at him as she suddenly started shaking his cock back and forth in midair, like someone might shake a torch that was running out of batteries. That was all Thomas needed to harden again instantly in her hand.

“There we go!” Mia chuckled. She took a step toward Thomas and bent down, jabbing him directly in the chest with his own erect cock. Even though Thomas had shrunk down considerably, his cock was still the same size as it had been before ( a thick 9 inches!), now just about as thick as his leg. Mia laughed again as she watched him stumble backwards, and she followed him, continuing to jab him in the chest with it, or slap him in the face, or press it teasingly into his groin. She followed him all the way into the wall next to the 4-poster bed at the far end of the Burgundy Suite, where she had him cornered.

“Well nowhere to hide now!” she intoned meaningfully. She stood up to her full height, lifting his cock up to her lips, arching an eyebrow down at him as she spoke into the tip of the head like it was a microphone. “And since you don’t have the courage to admit what I already know…that my ASS is your favorite part of me…then your cock doesn’t get to touch it.”

“N-No…no please!” Thomas begged desperately. “I…I neeeed to touch it!”

“Sorry little pet!” Mia laughed into his cock, licking it in between words, “Those are the rules of the game! Not that I can’t stimulate you…other ways, of course!”

Mia’s eyes suddenly went wide, and she opened her mouth and abruptly inhaled half of Thomas’s cock, starting to suck on it as she stared down at him. Thomas would have collapsed again in helpless arousal, but he had his back to the wall, so he was at least able to lean against it and stay upright. But the next moment, as Mia continued to suck him, he noticed that he was shrinking again, this time in short half-inch bursts that corresponded to each suck she gave.

“Uh-oh!” she laughed, momentarily putting his cock into the side of her cheek so she could talk, albeit in a voice slurred by his cock, “Whatthhhhs haaaaaaappening, Thhhhhomathsss??”

GLLLOOORRM

She inhaled even more of him this time, leaving only a couple inches outside her mouth, and Thomas abruptly shrank down another inch. Mia chuckled into his dick, pulling it all the way out before –

GLLLUUURRRRKK

– thrusting it back in, deepthroating it completely as her strong throat muscles swallowed against it, massaging every bit of his length. Thomas shrank down a whole inch at once.

Laughing, Mia pulled his cock back out of her throat and just put the head in her mouth, sucking on it hard over and over and over again like it was the tastiest lollipop in the world. Thomas shrank down to 3’4, then 3’3.5, 3’3…3’2.5…3’2…it went on and on and on. With her plush lips still wrapped around his cockhead, Mia got down on her knees, and even then, Thomas’s head didn’t even come up to her tits anymore. She bent down even farther toward him, until her face was directly poised over his, her eyes wide with passion and strength as she relished her domination over him, staring deeply down into his eyes as she continued to suck and suck and suck, making him smaller and smaller with each pull of her lips. When she finally finished, Thomas was 2’9, cowering in the corner, shaking like a leaf, his eyes staring up in a silent plea to be allowed to cum.

“I really do own you completely, don’t I, little pet?” breathed Mia softly down at him, lowering his cock from her lips at last. “Look at your face…you’re about to explode. Mmmmm, just how Dommy Mommy Goddess likes you…on the edge.”

She swiftly stood up, leaving Thomas in the corner, as she sauntered over to one of her big wooden wardrobes, twirling Thomas’s cock around like a baton in her hand as she walked. When she returned a few moments later, Thomas finally had enough energy to look up at her again, and was shocked to see her decked out in a hot-pink cowboy hat that glittered with sparkles in the candlelight. For a second, Thomas panicked, not seeing his cock anywhere, but he realized that Mia had stuck it into the tight elastic waist of her bikini strap, like she was holstering a gun.

“Howdy there, partner!” Mia giggled down at him, putting on a thick “cowboy accent” as she posed there in front of him, gyrating her thick hips from side to side. “I was jus passin’ here through town and was wonderin’ if you had any idea where the nearest waterin’ hole was?”

Thomas gaped at her, having no idea how to respond to this sudden cosplay. She was literally using his own cock as a prop for her fun.

“No answer, huh?” she chuckled, sticking her tongue into the inside of her mouth. “Seems to me like you need a lesson in manners, lil’ man!”

She suddenly “un-holstered” her “gun” from her bikini straps and pointed it directly down at Thomas, with her big thumb cocked above it like she was pulling back the trigger.

“Stick em’ up!” she ordered, and Thomas, without even realizing what he was doing, threw his hands up in the air. Mia immediately burst out laughing, pretending to “shoot” Thomas a few times with her “gun.”

“Not fast enough, partner! Pew pew! Gotcha, hahaha! No match for the fastest hand in the West!”

Mia then held up her “gun” to the ceiling, pretending to blow the smoke away from the tip. Thomas grunted and shivered as he felt the rush of cool air against his cockhead, and Mia bounced her eyebrows up and down at him playfully, flicking her tongue quickly under his head a few times before swiftly “holstering” his cock back into her bikini straps, walking around the Burgundy Suite, still laughing, as she blew out almost all of the candles…except the ones surrounding the big 4-poster bed. Thomas was still getting over the mindfuck of watching “cowgirl Mia” shoot him with his own cock, so it came as a sudden shock to him when, after blowing out the candles, Mia went over to her purse, put Thomas’s cock back into the purple box, and turned the app to an unprecedented “6.” When she came back over to Thomas, bringing the purple box with her, he had slid down into the fetal position on the floor, his eyes crossing from the intense overstimulation.

“There we are,” Mia cooed down at him, gathering him up in her arms as she kissed him tenderly on the cheek, “My little puppy’s gone cross-eyed!”

The next moment, Thomas felt a great whooshing of air underneath him, before landing on something huge and soft. Mia had lifted him up with one hand and tossed him down on his back, right in the middle of a huge, soft king-sized mattress…the elegant, fancy 4-poster bed in the corner of the suite. And then, with his cock still engulfed in searing, merciless stimulation, Thomas managed to un-cross his eyes long enough to see the huge, colossal heart-shape of Mia’s ass beginning to descend down towards him from above. He was finally getting to touch it again, in all its glory, and, by the light of the candles, it looked bigger and more glorious than he had ever seen it.

But he didn’t get to enjoy its touch for very long, because the next moment, Mia had brought her ass squishing down directly on top of Thomas’s face. He cried out, trying to fight it with his arms and legs…but Mia’s ass was so enormous now that, even when she was sitting straight in his face, his arms and legs were all pinned by the outsplayed, dominant cheeks. Her ass was far wider than Thomas was tall now. As Thomas’s cock was tormented with constant, excruciating pleasure, Mia ground her ass down on his face, riding it up and down, twerking mighty…and, with no end in sight, Thomas screamed out into her ass to cum.

“You want to cum!?” she called out to him, her voice still clear and powerful through the enormous muffle of her ass. “You want to??”

“YESSSSSS!!!” screamed Thomas, trying to flail his entire body by hardly being able to move a muscle as she continued to crush her weight down on top of him. Although he couldn’t see it, Mia had quickly taken Thomas’s cock back out of the purple box and was now sucking it hard again, growling into it sexily in between her aggressive sucks:

“Glloorrrrgghhh….mmmmmm alright then Thomas….mmrrrrgghhhhh…you’ve got it. I give you permission….GGGGLLLLARRRRGGHHHH…CUUMMMMMM!!!”

Thomas’s body seized up and he felt himself spew in hot rockets. Over and over and over again he came, feeling his big cock pump and shoot harder than he had ever shot before. The next moment, though, he felt something hot and sticky trickling down against his forehead, then covering his face, making him cough and sputter. He tasted the saltiness…and it suddenly hit him what it was: his own cum. Mia had pumped out his load right in between her huge ass cheeks, so that Thomas was now covered in his own seed…and he was STILL cumming…and cumming…and cumming. She hadn’t stopped pumping his cock in between her ass cheeks, and, if anything, she was pumping it harder, and faster.

SCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICK

The wet sounds of her pumping action got louder and louder, and Thomas was now saturated, many times over, with his own cum. The stimulation was becoming unbearable. Nothing felt like this. He couldn’t take it anymore…he just couldn’t.

“P-Please…pleeeeeeeease, Dommy Mommy G-Goddess!” he yelled out into her ass. “I b-beg…I BEG you!! Pleeeeeease…make it stop…making it s-staaaawwwwwwwp!”

“Uh-uh, little pet,” Mia replied, her voice firm despite her obvious enjoyment in what she had reduced him to. “You’ve been waiting to cum for hourrrrrrs, and you’re already begging me to stop!? No…no, I’m not going to stop. Not until you’re completely empty. Not until you’ve given me evvvvvvverything your balls have to offer. Give it to me, Thomas. Give it AAAAALLLL to your dommy Mommy Goddess.”

Thomas had broken down completely now. He was crying, weeping into her ass, his cries coming forth in heaving sobs, as Mia just kept it up, going harder and harder and harder, not letting up for an instant as she milked him dry, for all he was worth.

SCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICKSCHLICK

It wasn’t until Thomas had nearly passed out completely that Mia finally let up, gripping his cock hard in between her ass cheeks as she held it there in place with no hands. Thomas felt like his lungs…his entire body…were on fire.

“You know what to do, little pet,” came Mia’s deep, amused voice, and the next moment Thomas was licking his own cum up off Mia’s ass. She had lifted it just enough to give him a little room to breathe, and Thomas didn’t need any more explicit instructions. He was so humiliated and ashamed that it had come to this, that he had been reduced down to this…but…at the same time…in a feeling that quickly eclipsed all others as the oxygen came flooding back into his lungs, he felt PROUD…proud that Mia had chosen him to be her little ass-slave, to be the one whose cock she imprisoned, to be the one whose cum she controlled. No one else had such a privilege. And here he was, underneath the biggest, juiciest, most gorgeous ass in the entire world, servicing it exactly as Mia wanted him to. How much time went by, he had no idea. It just didn’t matter…as Thomas lost himself to serving her.

ClickClickClick

A series of flashing lights disturbed his ass-cleaning reverie, and Thomas blinked up into the bright lights, not understanding what was going on. As his vision came back into focus, he saw that Mia was holding her phone up, taking pictures of him.

“Awwww look at that cum-smeared puppy-dog faaaaace!” Mia laughed, snapping more pictures for good measure as she turned her phone around into different positions, making sure to capture every angle of his humiliation. “And THAT…will be your final look for tonight!”

THHHHHWUMP

Thomas only had time to open his mouth to cry out, but the cry never came. This time, Mia had sat down on top of his face with her full, complete weight, thrusting herself down directly on top of him with a totally different kind of suffocating energy. Thomas couldn’t see; he couldn’t move; he couldn’t breathe; he couldn’t even make a sound. This was it…he could feel it swiftly coming now…he was going to pass out. And just then, Mia clenched her ass cheeks hard again, squeezing his cock even more intensely between them than she had before, and Thomas came one more time, an arcing spurt that oozed down into her ass crack. He felt the hot incoming trickle of his own cum against his forehead.

The next moment he had passed out in a dead faint, with the memory of Mia’s gargantuan, suffocating ass stamped into his mind as his last image of the night.