Dominated by the Excited Blonde
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
azazel8
[This chapter was written in collaboration with Brucasco]
You lost track of how much time you spent beneath Susan’s sweaty breasts, being ground down into the mattress you had once thought of as soft. Her hardened nipples ploughed into you while your body was being stretched and twisted like taffy across an increasingly wide surface area. Hindsight was clawing at your mind as you realised you had missed what could have been your last chance to stop all of this when you had willingly given in to the blonde’s sultry eyes and loving kisses. Whether on purpose or by accident, you should have known better than to believe an enamoured drunk girl would leave you unharmed while having you at her complete mercy. Maybe you should have chosen Ava instead. Whatever risk her family may have posed, it still had to have been better than this.
Heedless of your suffering, Susan moaned deeply as she arched her back and drove more of her weight down on her breasts, loving the feeling of you stretching yourself out to hug and cushion her sore chest, showing what a loving and devoted little guy you were. As her hips were raised, one hand found its way between her thighs and her moans turned into pants as she began to play with herself, allowing her body to indulge in the same pleasure that she knew you were experiencing right now. This only made her push down harder of course, the rhythmic movements of her bulldozing breasts becoming increasingly frenetic as they matched the intensity of her probing fingers. For a moment the blonde almost broke but stopped herself as she remembered that she wanted to share that moment with you, and reluctantly forced herself to lean back as her breathing returned to normal.
As light filtered down on you once more, you did your best to blink away the shadows creeping into your vision, the sky above resolving into the smiling face of your lover-turned-tormentor, whose happy eyes held no hint that she understood what she had done to you. “Aww. Did you spread yourself out so you could touch as much of me as possible? That’s so cute. Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you experience everything this body has to offer.” You wanted desperately to tell her that she was wrong, that you didn’t want this. What you wanted was to go back to the kissing and the gentle embrace of her cleavage, not being steamrolled between and beneath her heavy sweaty breasts and threatened with yet more crushing in your immediate future. Right now though all you could do was try to blink rapidly in distress, and it was clear your message went straight over the blonde’s head as she carefully turned herself over, lifting herself up on all fours as her rear loomed ominously above.
You’d been sat on before of course. Many times. In fact, one of your earliest memories involved being sat on by your Aunt Norah and remaining subsequently stuck between her cheeks for a whole day, and you’d had many other experiences since. Sometimes it was relatively pleasant, particularly when the experience was short-lived and there was a soft and pliant surface to absorb the impact. Other times it was agonising as you were caught between a large rear and a solid wooden, plastic or metal chair, sometimes for hours on end. Most of the time it was an accident. This time, as Susan’s curvy derriere loomed over you, you tried to tell yourself it wouldn’t be so bad. Though you knew it could easily betray you, the bed was still at least somewhat soft, and you held onto the belief that your date was only playing rough and not actually trying to hurt you. It should be okay. You kept telling yourself that, right up until the booty came down with all the subtlety of a jackhammer.
Not for the first time in her life, Susan found herself marvelling at the resilience and strength of her beloved tinies. While she wouldn’t consider herself a particular big girl, she knew she must have weighed several tonnes at least from your perspective. If something that heavy fell on her she would most certainly be dead, regardless of how sexy or soft it was, yet here you were not only enduring it, but actually deriving pleasure from it. It was almost hard to believe. As she bounced her rear again and again against the sheets and you, your misguided lover could feel herself creating a deep divot in the mattress, giggling at the idea of your malleable body greedily filling up that divot so you could embrace every inch of her ass as it came down on you. The time she had taken to build up her core strength specifically for a moment like this seemed so worth it now she was here in this moment.
Objectively, being bombarded over and over again by the blonde’s luscious rear was not the worse pounding you had ever received in your life. You’d spent more than one gym session underfoot, and had even once padded out your sister’s saddle during a horse-riding class on a school camp, not to mention being left behind for use by several additional riders. That said, knowing it could be worse didn’t make it any more pleasant in the here and now, particularly as a certain part of your anatomy had somehow failed to get the message that you were no longer having a good time and refused to soften at all to reduce the force of the colossal blows. The result was an unspeakable mix of pleasure and pain that had you questioning your own sanity and quietly moaning in more ways than one.
The bouncing eventually subsided, but only because Susan herself was becoming exhausted, rivers of sweat rolling down her body before being greedily soaked up by your traitorously absorbent body. Taking deep gulping breaths, your misguided girlfriend allowed her full weight to settle upon you as she squirmed around in obvious pleasure, loving the way you felt against her heated flesh. “Mmm, was that as good for you as it was for me baby? I know it was.” She giggled. “I know I’m doing most of the work here but that’s fine. That’s just how much I love you cutie. And believe me, you haven’t seen anything yet.” You shuddered as her words filtered down to you, wanting to beg her to relent, but of course the minor movement was mistaken for one of pleasure and the massive body above you just grinded down on you in response. “Hehe. Someone’s really excited. Me too baby. Me too.”
Honestly this was going better than Susan had even dared to hope. Despite her many attempts to get a date in the past, this was in fact the first time she’d actually managed to bring a tiny guy back to her apartment with the understanding that sexy times were going to occur. Everyone else she had set her eyes on had either disappeared on her before they could get to this point or been taken by someone else. As a result, she’d had a lot of time to plan and practice, learning what she could from her more successful friends, and was pleased that she could finally put all of her skills to use. It was that joy and certainty that motivated her to keep going, even though her body was getting tired. She could feel you shifting beneath her, still raring to go, and was committed to matching your energy.
The return of the light failed to bring you much joy as you braced for another pounding, wondering what body part would be coming for you this time. Was it going to be her breasts? Her butt again? Or would the blonde just start jumping on you and claim the move was ‘sexy’? Surprisingly it was none of those things, and you almost felt relieved as it was instead a hand that descended to peel your crushed and twisted body from the bed, beginning to roll you back into a three-dimensional shape in a manner that was not exactly pleasant, but not explicitly painful either. Compared to what you had been experiencing over the last several minutes it was practically heavenly, and for a single moment you dared to hope that it was all over. Of course, you weren’t so lucky, and you had only been vaguely restored to the shape of a man when you saw your date’s free hand remove her already wet panties and throw them aside, the deep blush on her face telling you what came next.
“It’s time baby. I want you inside of me.” The way Susan said it almost made you want to give in. There was no hint of maliciousness or indifference in her tone. While her lust and desire were obvious you knew from the way she looked at you that she thought she was doing the right thing, that you wanted this as much as she did. Had she gone straight to this from the kisses she probably would have been right too, but with your sore body still recovering from the crushing ‘love’ she had already delivered onto you, you had little confidence that what came next would be as pleasurable as you’d like it to be. But for all that your body was starting to reform your voice continued to fail you, and there was nothing you could do as the hand that held you descended to its goal. The wet hungry maw filled your vision until it was all you could see, and in the next moment consumed you.
This was as much a first for you as it was for Susan. Previously the furthest you’d ever gotten with a girl had been when you were dating Grace in high school, which for several reasons had never gone beyond the kissing stage. The idea of it though was something that had filled both your dreams and nightmares in equal measure depending on your mood, and you were somehow unsurprised to find that it ended up being a strange mix of the two. There was, of course, a degree of pleasure to be derived from your body being surrounded by the hot moist flesh of a woman, throbbing and rubbing all over you, literally surrounding you with the blonde’s lust. At the same time, the fingers that were constricting around your legs were constantly driving you deeper, thrusting you again and again into the muscular tunnel that clenched down around you with each movement, robbing you of breath and helplessly plastering your limbs to your side as you became a prisoner of your girlfriend’s body.
You lost track of how much time you spent beneath Susan’s sweaty breasts, being ground down into the mattress you had once thought of as soft. Her hardened nipples ploughed into you while your body was being stretched and twisted like taffy across an increasingly wide surface area. Hindsight was clawing at your mind as you realised you had missed what could have been your last chance to stop all of this when you had willingly given in to the blonde’s sultry eyes and loving kisses. Whether on purpose or by accident, you should have known better than to believe an enamoured drunk girl would leave you unharmed while having you at her complete mercy. Maybe you should have chosen Ava instead. Whatever risk her family may have posed, it still had to have been better than this.
Heedless of your suffering, Susan moaned deeply as she arched her back and drove more of her weight down on her breasts, loving the feeling of you stretching yourself out to hug and cushion her sore chest, showing what a loving and devoted little guy you were. As her hips were raised, one hand found its way between her thighs and her moans turned into pants as she began to play with herself, allowing her body to indulge in the same pleasure that she knew you were experiencing right now. This only made her push down harder of course, the rhythmic movements of her bulldozing breasts becoming increasingly frenetic as they matched the intensity of her probing fingers. For a moment the blonde almost broke but stopped herself as she remembered that she wanted to share that moment with you, and reluctantly forced herself to lean back as her breathing returned to normal.
As light filtered down on you once more, you did your best to blink away the shadows creeping into your vision, the sky above resolving into the smiling face of your lover-turned-tormentor, whose happy eyes held no hint that she understood what she had done to you. “Aww. Did you spread yourself out so you could touch as much of me as possible? That’s so cute. Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you experience everything this body has to offer.” You wanted desperately to tell her that she was wrong, that you didn’t want this. What you wanted was to go back to the kissing and the gentle embrace of her cleavage, not being steamrolled between and beneath her heavy sweaty breasts and threatened with yet more crushing in your immediate future. Right now though all you could do was try to blink rapidly in distress, and it was clear your message went straight over the blonde’s head as she carefully turned herself over, lifting herself up on all fours as her rear loomed ominously above.
You’d been sat on before of course. Many times. In fact, one of your earliest memories involved being sat on by your Aunt Norah and remaining subsequently stuck between her cheeks for a whole day, and you’d had many other experiences since. Sometimes it was relatively pleasant, particularly when the experience was short-lived and there was a soft and pliant surface to absorb the impact. Other times it was agonising as you were caught between a large rear and a solid wooden, plastic or metal chair, sometimes for hours on end. Most of the time it was an accident. This time, as Susan’s curvy derriere loomed over you, you tried to tell yourself it wouldn’t be so bad. Though you knew it could easily betray you, the bed was still at least somewhat soft, and you held onto the belief that your date was only playing rough and not actually trying to hurt you. It should be okay. You kept telling yourself that, right up until the booty came down with all the subtlety of a jackhammer.
Not for the first time in her life, Susan found herself marvelling at the resilience and strength of her beloved tinies. While she wouldn’t consider herself a particular big girl, she knew she must have weighed several tonnes at least from your perspective. If something that heavy fell on her she would most certainly be dead, regardless of how sexy or soft it was, yet here you were not only enduring it, but actually deriving pleasure from it. It was almost hard to believe. As she bounced her rear again and again against the sheets and you, your misguided lover could feel herself creating a deep divot in the mattress, giggling at the idea of your malleable body greedily filling up that divot so you could embrace every inch of her ass as it came down on you. The time she had taken to build up her core strength specifically for a moment like this seemed so worth it now she was here in this moment.
Objectively, being bombarded over and over again by the blonde’s luscious rear was not the worse pounding you had ever received in your life. You’d spent more than one gym session underfoot, and had even once padded out your sister’s saddle during a horse-riding class on a school camp, not to mention being left behind for use by several additional riders. That said, knowing it could be worse didn’t make it any more pleasant in the here and now, particularly as a certain part of your anatomy had somehow failed to get the message that you were no longer having a good time and refused to soften at all to reduce the force of the colossal blows. The result was an unspeakable mix of pleasure and pain that had you questioning your own sanity and quietly moaning in more ways than one.
The bouncing eventually subsided, but only because Susan herself was becoming exhausted, rivers of sweat rolling down her body before being greedily soaked up by your traitorously absorbent body. Taking deep gulping breaths, your misguided girlfriend allowed her full weight to settle upon you as she squirmed around in obvious pleasure, loving the way you felt against her heated flesh. “Mmm, was that as good for you as it was for me baby? I know it was.” She giggled. “I know I’m doing most of the work here but that’s fine. That’s just how much I love you cutie. And believe me, you haven’t seen anything yet.” You shuddered as her words filtered down to you, wanting to beg her to relent, but of course the minor movement was mistaken for one of pleasure and the massive body above you just grinded down on you in response. “Hehe. Someone’s really excited. Me too baby. Me too.”
Honestly this was going better than Susan had even dared to hope. Despite her many attempts to get a date in the past, this was in fact the first time she’d actually managed to bring a tiny guy back to her apartment with the understanding that sexy times were going to occur. Everyone else she had set her eyes on had either disappeared on her before they could get to this point or been taken by someone else. As a result, she’d had a lot of time to plan and practice, learning what she could from her more successful friends, and was pleased that she could finally put all of her skills to use. It was that joy and certainty that motivated her to keep going, even though her body was getting tired. She could feel you shifting beneath her, still raring to go, and was committed to matching your energy.
The return of the light failed to bring you much joy as you braced for another pounding, wondering what body part would be coming for you this time. Was it going to be her breasts? Her butt again? Or would the blonde just start jumping on you and claim the move was ‘sexy’? Surprisingly it was none of those things, and you almost felt relieved as it was instead a hand that descended to peel your crushed and twisted body from the bed, beginning to roll you back into a three-dimensional shape in a manner that was not exactly pleasant, but not explicitly painful either. Compared to what you had been experiencing over the last several minutes it was practically heavenly, and for a single moment you dared to hope that it was all over. Of course, you weren’t so lucky, and you had only been vaguely restored to the shape of a man when you saw your date’s free hand remove her already wet panties and throw them aside, the deep blush on her face telling you what came next.
“It’s time baby. I want you inside of me.” The way Susan said it almost made you want to give in. There was no hint of maliciousness or indifference in her tone. While her lust and desire were obvious you knew from the way she looked at you that she thought she was doing the right thing, that you wanted this as much as she did. Had she gone straight to this from the kisses she probably would have been right too, but with your sore body still recovering from the crushing ‘love’ she had already delivered onto you, you had little confidence that what came next would be as pleasurable as you’d like it to be. But for all that your body was starting to reform your voice continued to fail you, and there was nothing you could do as the hand that held you descended to its goal. The wet hungry maw filled your vision until it was all you could see, and in the next moment consumed you.
This was as much a first for you as it was for Susan. Previously the furthest you’d ever gotten with a girl had been when you were dating Grace in high school, which for several reasons had never gone beyond the kissing stage. The idea of it though was something that had filled both your dreams and nightmares in equal measure depending on your mood, and you were somehow unsurprised to find that it ended up being a strange mix of the two. There was, of course, a degree of pleasure to be derived from your body being surrounded by the hot moist flesh of a woman, throbbing and rubbing all over you, literally surrounding you with the blonde’s lust. At the same time, the fingers that were constricting around your legs were constantly driving you deeper, thrusting you again and again into the muscular tunnel that clenched down around you with each movement, robbing you of breath and helplessly plastering your limbs to your side as you became a prisoner of your girlfriend’s body.
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