Pulverized by Pamela (Part 1)
A Shrunken Roommate (Re-upload)
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
jay72
(special thanks to Azazel-8 for helping me write this chapter)
Unfortunately for you, Pamela was either unaware of how close she had brought you, or was honestly convinced that you would like nothing more than to express your pleasure in this moment. Your futile squirming continued to be perceived as shivers of pleasure which, to be fair, wasn’t entirely inaccurate either despite your attempts to fight such reaction down. And though blood continued to rush to your ears you could still hear the flirtatious giggling of your host as dexterous fingers continued to assault your manhood in a maddening rhythm of flicks and languid strokes. “Hehe, I must stay you’re standing quite proud there aren’t you? Such a little trooper you are.”
It had been awhile for her, but Pamela did have some experience with this kind of thing, if not exactly with someone of your particular scale. That said, she was the kind of person who thought she was a lot better at reading her partner’s then she actually was, her forceful personality generally overriding any gentle attempts to correct any misunderstandings. Part of those misunderstandings was that she had convinced herself that all men liked to be teased with the potential for release, which for once went in your favour as she stopped her ministrations just short of what would surely have tipped you over. You weren’t out of the woods yet, but at least you could catch your breath.
For a moment there was stillness, then a tight pressure around your ankles and a sudden surge of movement as you were ripped into the light, your upper body emerging from its fleshy prison with a wet slurp. The glare of the sun had you blinking momentarily, as you felt your body invert and then slap down onto a solid surface, belatedly realising you were now in the palm of Pamela’s left hand. Her joyful face looming above your prone body as she eyed the rapid rise and fall of your partially squished chest as you fought to regain your composure. Fighting to regain your breath so that you might try to talk some sense into your captor, you watched in silent horror as those eyes shifted to your still prominent erection, and a single manicured eyebrow raised together with a teasing pout.
Pamela giggled again as she confirmed that her little man was still raring to go. “Hmm… if I recall correctly, I was going to help you out with your CPR, yes? So, prepare yourself for some kissy kissy cutie!” She smacked her lips audibly and kissed the air a couple of times, savouring the anticipation which she was sure was now building in them both. For a moment it looked like her tiny companion wanted to say something, likely an encouragement to get things moving, but she cut him off as her deft fingers descended to play across the small ridges of his ribs, still dragging out the moment as she teased you with tickles and kissy faces.
Pulling in a breath, you experienced a brief hope that you would be able to call out a protest, only for that hope to be dashed as the southern belle’s fingers descended and the words on your lips were cut off by an involuntary laugh. You tried to hold the sounds in, but there was little you could do as the assault continued, your squishy flesh as vulnerable as anyone’s to such ministrations. Though you would generally prefer such treatment over what you had just experienced, you knew that right now it was robbing you of what could have been your one chance to escape this fate.
Regrettably, your uncontainable laughter just convinced the oblivious Pamela that you were enjoying this experience every bit as much as she was, if not more so. Though you had been shy at first, it seemed now that you were finally starting to let loose. Ceasing her assault, she puckered her lips once more, finally bringing her mouth down fully upon you, the first strike nearly burying your whole body beneath her glossy lips as she pressed you hard against the palm of her hand. The heat and the pressure was overwhelming as she pushed you deep before separating with a loud ‘muah’ and a wet popping sound. You were left slightly delirious from the blow, not to mention red-tinged from the blonde’s lipstick, moaning and twisting feebly as you regathered your senses.
To Pamela it looked like you were shifting around in pleasure and basking in the euphoria of such a wonderous kiss, which perhaps you would have been if it had been with someone more within your… target demographic. Such moments can, however, be vastly affected by who you experience them with. Case in point, as those full lips descended once more, you felt not the excitement of another kiss with a person dear to you, but rather the fear that this would never end. As it was, those lips would descend upon you again... and again... and again. You groaned in pleasure and moaned in frustration as the blonde peppered you with a mix of prolonged smooches and light pecks accompanied with exaggerated noises, and a near ceaseless undercurrent of mirth.
Attempts to struggle just pushed you more into the hungry lips as your exposed flesh was further covered with Pamela’s dark red lipstick, mostly obscuring your embarrassed flush. You quickly felt blood pumping back to your privates with each kiss she gave you, so you tried to curl into a fetal position to shield yourself from this barrage as much as possible. Unfortunately, the rapid consistency of Pamela’s kissing denied you of any defenses.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get much worse, Pamela’s mouth parted and a warm burst of air washed across you, before being followed by the wet mass of her tongue as you ran across you from your feet to your head. The wet stickiness was bad enough, but to make things worse you could tell that she was deliberately flicking her tongue across your member with each pass, ensuring you had no chance to calm your raging hormones. Her incessant teasing certainly didn’t help, pouring out between every lick and kiss, giving you no chance to get a word in edge wise. Right now you didn’t care to know how good you ‘tasted’ or whether or not you were the cutest little thing she had ever seen. You just wanted to get away from her and, if at all possible, get back to someone who might actually take care of you.
By the time the rain of kisses finally petered out you found yourself once again on the very edge of being lost to pleasure, and your ragged breathing gave you no chance to speak as a broad smile spread across your captor’s lips, sparkling eyes once again drifting to your throbbing manhood. You wanted to correct any suggestion that you were ‘happy’ right now, but there was little you could do as another joyful giggle heralded the parting of those lips. You clenched up, expecting the tongue to come again, but what followed was so many times worse as the open mouth came down on you and started to suck like some kind of human vacuum cleaner. Desperate, you clasped at the nearest finger for purchase, only to ripped away from the hand altogether as your legs and lower body were pulled into the waiting maw, the rest of you saved only by the lips closing once again, pinning your chest between their sticky masses and leaving you stuck with half your body within and half without.
The inside of Pamela’s mouth was a moist and humid cavern, and your feet struck the undulating mass of her tongue as you kicked feebly within. With what little strength you could muster, you tried to part her lips with your arms, but your hands were simply sucked in as well, leaving you trapped as her mouth tightened around you and a pleased ‘mmmmm’ boomed out. From this vantage point you could look up almost directly into your tormentor’s eyes, but you were blurred to her from so close and the terror in your gaze went unseen as she began to suck on you like a human lollipop. The lips around you shifted as they began to rub against your upper body, pushing the air from your lungs as your chest began to compact from the force, and sticking your hands to their glossy surface.
Half within and half outside of Pamela’s mouth, you wonder what fate has in store for you next...
Unfortunately for you, Pamela was either unaware of how close she had brought you, or was honestly convinced that you would like nothing more than to express your pleasure in this moment. Your futile squirming continued to be perceived as shivers of pleasure which, to be fair, wasn’t entirely inaccurate either despite your attempts to fight such reaction down. And though blood continued to rush to your ears you could still hear the flirtatious giggling of your host as dexterous fingers continued to assault your manhood in a maddening rhythm of flicks and languid strokes. “Hehe, I must stay you’re standing quite proud there aren’t you? Such a little trooper you are.”
It had been awhile for her, but Pamela did have some experience with this kind of thing, if not exactly with someone of your particular scale. That said, she was the kind of person who thought she was a lot better at reading her partner’s then she actually was, her forceful personality generally overriding any gentle attempts to correct any misunderstandings. Part of those misunderstandings was that she had convinced herself that all men liked to be teased with the potential for release, which for once went in your favour as she stopped her ministrations just short of what would surely have tipped you over. You weren’t out of the woods yet, but at least you could catch your breath.
For a moment there was stillness, then a tight pressure around your ankles and a sudden surge of movement as you were ripped into the light, your upper body emerging from its fleshy prison with a wet slurp. The glare of the sun had you blinking momentarily, as you felt your body invert and then slap down onto a solid surface, belatedly realising you were now in the palm of Pamela’s left hand. Her joyful face looming above your prone body as she eyed the rapid rise and fall of your partially squished chest as you fought to regain your composure. Fighting to regain your breath so that you might try to talk some sense into your captor, you watched in silent horror as those eyes shifted to your still prominent erection, and a single manicured eyebrow raised together with a teasing pout.
Pamela giggled again as she confirmed that her little man was still raring to go. “Hmm… if I recall correctly, I was going to help you out with your CPR, yes? So, prepare yourself for some kissy kissy cutie!” She smacked her lips audibly and kissed the air a couple of times, savouring the anticipation which she was sure was now building in them both. For a moment it looked like her tiny companion wanted to say something, likely an encouragement to get things moving, but she cut him off as her deft fingers descended to play across the small ridges of his ribs, still dragging out the moment as she teased you with tickles and kissy faces.
Pulling in a breath, you experienced a brief hope that you would be able to call out a protest, only for that hope to be dashed as the southern belle’s fingers descended and the words on your lips were cut off by an involuntary laugh. You tried to hold the sounds in, but there was little you could do as the assault continued, your squishy flesh as vulnerable as anyone’s to such ministrations. Though you would generally prefer such treatment over what you had just experienced, you knew that right now it was robbing you of what could have been your one chance to escape this fate.
Regrettably, your uncontainable laughter just convinced the oblivious Pamela that you were enjoying this experience every bit as much as she was, if not more so. Though you had been shy at first, it seemed now that you were finally starting to let loose. Ceasing her assault, she puckered her lips once more, finally bringing her mouth down fully upon you, the first strike nearly burying your whole body beneath her glossy lips as she pressed you hard against the palm of her hand. The heat and the pressure was overwhelming as she pushed you deep before separating with a loud ‘muah’ and a wet popping sound. You were left slightly delirious from the blow, not to mention red-tinged from the blonde’s lipstick, moaning and twisting feebly as you regathered your senses.
To Pamela it looked like you were shifting around in pleasure and basking in the euphoria of such a wonderous kiss, which perhaps you would have been if it had been with someone more within your… target demographic. Such moments can, however, be vastly affected by who you experience them with. Case in point, as those full lips descended once more, you felt not the excitement of another kiss with a person dear to you, but rather the fear that this would never end. As it was, those lips would descend upon you again... and again... and again. You groaned in pleasure and moaned in frustration as the blonde peppered you with a mix of prolonged smooches and light pecks accompanied with exaggerated noises, and a near ceaseless undercurrent of mirth.
Attempts to struggle just pushed you more into the hungry lips as your exposed flesh was further covered with Pamela’s dark red lipstick, mostly obscuring your embarrassed flush. You quickly felt blood pumping back to your privates with each kiss she gave you, so you tried to curl into a fetal position to shield yourself from this barrage as much as possible. Unfortunately, the rapid consistency of Pamela’s kissing denied you of any defenses.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get much worse, Pamela’s mouth parted and a warm burst of air washed across you, before being followed by the wet mass of her tongue as you ran across you from your feet to your head. The wet stickiness was bad enough, but to make things worse you could tell that she was deliberately flicking her tongue across your member with each pass, ensuring you had no chance to calm your raging hormones. Her incessant teasing certainly didn’t help, pouring out between every lick and kiss, giving you no chance to get a word in edge wise. Right now you didn’t care to know how good you ‘tasted’ or whether or not you were the cutest little thing she had ever seen. You just wanted to get away from her and, if at all possible, get back to someone who might actually take care of you.
By the time the rain of kisses finally petered out you found yourself once again on the very edge of being lost to pleasure, and your ragged breathing gave you no chance to speak as a broad smile spread across your captor’s lips, sparkling eyes once again drifting to your throbbing manhood. You wanted to correct any suggestion that you were ‘happy’ right now, but there was little you could do as another joyful giggle heralded the parting of those lips. You clenched up, expecting the tongue to come again, but what followed was so many times worse as the open mouth came down on you and started to suck like some kind of human vacuum cleaner. Desperate, you clasped at the nearest finger for purchase, only to ripped away from the hand altogether as your legs and lower body were pulled into the waiting maw, the rest of you saved only by the lips closing once again, pinning your chest between their sticky masses and leaving you stuck with half your body within and half without.
The inside of Pamela’s mouth was a moist and humid cavern, and your feet struck the undulating mass of her tongue as you kicked feebly within. With what little strength you could muster, you tried to part her lips with your arms, but your hands were simply sucked in as well, leaving you trapped as her mouth tightened around you and a pleased ‘mmmmm’ boomed out. From this vantage point you could look up almost directly into your tormentor’s eyes, but you were blurred to her from so close and the terror in your gaze went unseen as she began to suck on you like a human lollipop. The lips around you shifted as they began to rub against your upper body, pushing the air from your lungs as your chest began to compact from the force, and sticking your hands to their glossy surface.
Half within and half outside of Pamela’s mouth, you wonder what fate has in store for you next...
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