Just A Dream...Or Something Else?
Your Life.....Smaller 2
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
It’s only natural given Rouge’s nipple was as big as a mountain. By the time she’d arrived home you were, of course, still lost in the vast canyons within her tit. You wondered if she somehow foresaw this outcome the moment you got lost, you wouldn’t put it past her. Or maybe she just used every opportunity she got to be evil to you. Either way, when the two of you arrived at her home her words were as expected. “I told you what would happen if you failed my pet. I guess it’s time for a shower…” The ground quaked with each movement of the Goddess’ body as she rose from her car and entered her home. Loud clicks and clanks that seemed far too loud to just belong to a door or something rang out along your ears. Inside all that could be heard was the sound of Rouge’s shoes moving along the carpeted floor as she hummed a soft tune.
You couldn’t see anything but you imagined the décor hadn’t changed much since you’d last been at her home a year ago. Rouge’s house had a rather high amount of quality to it. It made her seem far wealthier than what her job would allow. In fact, you’d often wondered how she got it in the first place. Rich family? Side business? Or maybe she was just great with finances. Regardless, Rouge’s home looked like it cost about 20,000 more dollars than she could afford. The house was large and tidy with dark violet furniture and a Queen-sized bed in each bedroom. Odd considering she lived alone, but Rouge still had a tendency of having friends stay over. In fact, on occasion Ingrid stayed the night here. You never approved by Rachael insisted she spend time with her “Aunt who loves her so.” You were always paranoid she’d come back like a Rouge Jr. Thankfully that never happened.
CLANK
A lock shifted behind you, Rouge shut a door. While you were busy thinking over how her house looked she must’ve finished readying for her showed. Very faintly came the sound of her placing things on the toilet seat, probably her next set of clothes. Then there was the sound of soft rustles down below, along with the sound of something getting kicked aside. You imagined accurately the demoness just removed the lower portion of her outfit, leaving her legs bare. What came next was pretty much what you expected; light filtered in through the tight bra Rouge wore. Not a lot, but enough for someone of your size to notice. Rouge was shirtless, and soon, bra-less. In the mean time, you noted her bathroom had some new things. It was always large, large like…two people could feel cozy in it. And now there were black curtains along the bathtub and some black decorations on the toilet. Nothing important, but it drew your attention long enough for Rouge to slip off her underwear. She was completely bare, and the sudden influx of light was enough to blind you. Her breasts bounced free from their tight confines as Rouge eyeballed herself in the mirror, no doubt turned on by the idea of her own beauty and the fact she had a small slave worshipping her. In all honesty, you were turned on too. That was how beautiful Rouge was. From the thin view past her nipple you stared into the mirror yourself, and gasped.
It was a rare moment to see Rouge completely naked, so you were thrown completely off. But she was even more stunning than ever: her breasts and butt large, her feet perfectly taken care of, her face flawless. In the full-body mirror she looked about as perfect as a human could get. The sight of her naked, Goddess-form, was enough to make even you, for a moment, feel joy to be around her. It wasn’t a feeling you particularly liked given past experience, but you couldn’t help it. Physical emotion dominated everything right now, and right now your body was telling you to serve Rouge with the utmost joy. You hated being a guy right now…
Rouge giggled, probably having noticed your reaction. “Just think bug, this is what you’ll be serving from now on! But before that…” Her face shifted to a bit of a darker mischievous expression, “…I do believe I need a shower…” You turned ghostly white as Rouge approached her bathtub and turned on the water. She seemed to have moved her breasts with her hand to aim properly, the first spout of water hit her nipple directly.
From your perspective, it was a typhoon of the highest caliber.
The water instantaneously equaled the amount on all of Earth to you, and double that came a second later. All that water rained down upon Rouge’s breasts, and her nipples were quickly flooded with the liquid. You were at least half a mile underwater when the water simply dripped off of the Goddess. The pain of being unable to breathe quickly started to take affect; but being unable to die…you couldn’t do much else but experience the pain. Stuck in a huge pool of falling water, your eyes stung as you looked at Rouge’s body as you fell down. She was smirking directly at you all the way until you made contact with the hard floor of her bathtub. The water began heading towards the drain, and the last thing you would see of Rouge would be her flawless body, dripping wet and hotter than ever…Dammit, why’d she have to be evil? Soon the gigantic hole of the drain surrounded you, and Rouge flew further from view. You coughed in sharp pain as the lack of air really started to take effect. Consciousness began to fade away, and Rouge was soon completely and utterly out of sight past the drain. Faintly you could see the ceiling in the distance. Before you fell unconscious you had one last thought, what would become of you? Rouge wouldn’t simply have you washed away on Day One would she? You fell unconscious with that lingering mystery in mind.
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If dreams were meant to help you rest, this wasn’t one you wanted to rest in. The world seemed fuzzy, unfocused, you were aware it was a dream. That just made it feel worse when you saw Rouge in the bathtub, taking a bath this time instead of a shower. You were there too, floating in the water before her two planetary boobs. Well, to be more accurate, her cleavage was holding a small pool of water, that’s where you were. Rouge was being the evil Goddess she was and teasing you with her wet body as she cupped her breasts and moved them around. She said some words too, but they weren’t really that audible in dream land. Probably evil taunts or orders.
The dream wasn’t actually all that bad oddly enough, being surrounded by Rouge’s beauty was actually…sort of nice. She was more beautiful than any other woman right now, and you were hers. Wait…why was that a good thing…? As you logically tried to think that out, the dream you began to do something you never considered possible. You began to willingly worship Rouge from the pool in her cleavage and were happy to do so.
What the hell…? You wondered, weirded out by the scenario. Dreams were the mind’s way of working something out…what did this mean…? The dream started to get a lot fuzzier as you asked yourself that…
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The first thing you did while wake up was start coughing, a lot. You were wheezing for air, the water was…well it wasn’t gone, there were still huge drops/pools everywhere, but there was more air than water now. Rouge’s must’ve been done with her shower and you…you probably washed up somewhere. Wherever it was, it was dark-colored and kind of tangled. You were inside of something, that’s why it was so dark. You wondered what you washed up in, some seaweed or something? You took a breath and smelled beauty products, this wasn’t any seaweed.
Then came a voice you weren’t expecting, “Why look at that, there was some hair stuck in the drain. I wonder…”
A monolithic finger brushed aside some of the darkness, some of the hair, and pulled the clump of it you were in out. You were still in the drain; this hair clump stopped you from getting too far. Looming over you was the nearly-dry, clothed, Rouge, smiling. “Well what do you know? It looks like some old hair got stuck down there and stopped you from getting too far eh tiny? It’s almost like a God or Goddess wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get away.” All you could do was cough out a little bit more water. Of course Rouge played you again…of freaking course.
“Well, now you’ve been properly punished for disobeying me. But I just need one last thing before you’re off the hook.”
What is it now?
Rouge didn’t waste a second to say it, or to be exact, do it. Her big toe was over you. “I need to crush you so you understand what it means to disobey your owner.” The logic was flimsy at best, but when Rouge’s toe got on top of you the last thing you thought of was logic. Just imagine, a girl the size of a universe, all that weight focused into one toe, and that toe was on top of you. Unable to die, but able to feel pain, that was your situation. The pain was indescribable, literally. No words could approach the dimension of pain you were in. And Rouge was probably getting off on that feeling. It seemed to last an eternity before subsiding, Rouge removed her toe just enough so it still brushed against your face. “Now kiss and make up…” She teased. After what you had just went through…you threw yourself at the damn toe and did a lot more than kiss. That was how much of a relief it was to be free of that immense pain Rouge could inflict.
Rouge chuckled at how you reacted, “Glad you’re so enthusiastic. Cause it’s time for you to start getting to work!”
You couldn’t see anything but you imagined the décor hadn’t changed much since you’d last been at her home a year ago. Rouge’s house had a rather high amount of quality to it. It made her seem far wealthier than what her job would allow. In fact, you’d often wondered how she got it in the first place. Rich family? Side business? Or maybe she was just great with finances. Regardless, Rouge’s home looked like it cost about 20,000 more dollars than she could afford. The house was large and tidy with dark violet furniture and a Queen-sized bed in each bedroom. Odd considering she lived alone, but Rouge still had a tendency of having friends stay over. In fact, on occasion Ingrid stayed the night here. You never approved by Rachael insisted she spend time with her “Aunt who loves her so.” You were always paranoid she’d come back like a Rouge Jr. Thankfully that never happened.
CLANK
A lock shifted behind you, Rouge shut a door. While you were busy thinking over how her house looked she must’ve finished readying for her showed. Very faintly came the sound of her placing things on the toilet seat, probably her next set of clothes. Then there was the sound of soft rustles down below, along with the sound of something getting kicked aside. You imagined accurately the demoness just removed the lower portion of her outfit, leaving her legs bare. What came next was pretty much what you expected; light filtered in through the tight bra Rouge wore. Not a lot, but enough for someone of your size to notice. Rouge was shirtless, and soon, bra-less. In the mean time, you noted her bathroom had some new things. It was always large, large like…two people could feel cozy in it. And now there were black curtains along the bathtub and some black decorations on the toilet. Nothing important, but it drew your attention long enough for Rouge to slip off her underwear. She was completely bare, and the sudden influx of light was enough to blind you. Her breasts bounced free from their tight confines as Rouge eyeballed herself in the mirror, no doubt turned on by the idea of her own beauty and the fact she had a small slave worshipping her. In all honesty, you were turned on too. That was how beautiful Rouge was. From the thin view past her nipple you stared into the mirror yourself, and gasped.
It was a rare moment to see Rouge completely naked, so you were thrown completely off. But she was even more stunning than ever: her breasts and butt large, her feet perfectly taken care of, her face flawless. In the full-body mirror she looked about as perfect as a human could get. The sight of her naked, Goddess-form, was enough to make even you, for a moment, feel joy to be around her. It wasn’t a feeling you particularly liked given past experience, but you couldn’t help it. Physical emotion dominated everything right now, and right now your body was telling you to serve Rouge with the utmost joy. You hated being a guy right now…
Rouge giggled, probably having noticed your reaction. “Just think bug, this is what you’ll be serving from now on! But before that…” Her face shifted to a bit of a darker mischievous expression, “…I do believe I need a shower…” You turned ghostly white as Rouge approached her bathtub and turned on the water. She seemed to have moved her breasts with her hand to aim properly, the first spout of water hit her nipple directly.
From your perspective, it was a typhoon of the highest caliber.
The water instantaneously equaled the amount on all of Earth to you, and double that came a second later. All that water rained down upon Rouge’s breasts, and her nipples were quickly flooded with the liquid. You were at least half a mile underwater when the water simply dripped off of the Goddess. The pain of being unable to breathe quickly started to take affect; but being unable to die…you couldn’t do much else but experience the pain. Stuck in a huge pool of falling water, your eyes stung as you looked at Rouge’s body as you fell down. She was smirking directly at you all the way until you made contact with the hard floor of her bathtub. The water began heading towards the drain, and the last thing you would see of Rouge would be her flawless body, dripping wet and hotter than ever…Dammit, why’d she have to be evil? Soon the gigantic hole of the drain surrounded you, and Rouge flew further from view. You coughed in sharp pain as the lack of air really started to take effect. Consciousness began to fade away, and Rouge was soon completely and utterly out of sight past the drain. Faintly you could see the ceiling in the distance. Before you fell unconscious you had one last thought, what would become of you? Rouge wouldn’t simply have you washed away on Day One would she? You fell unconscious with that lingering mystery in mind.
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If dreams were meant to help you rest, this wasn’t one you wanted to rest in. The world seemed fuzzy, unfocused, you were aware it was a dream. That just made it feel worse when you saw Rouge in the bathtub, taking a bath this time instead of a shower. You were there too, floating in the water before her two planetary boobs. Well, to be more accurate, her cleavage was holding a small pool of water, that’s where you were. Rouge was being the evil Goddess she was and teasing you with her wet body as she cupped her breasts and moved them around. She said some words too, but they weren’t really that audible in dream land. Probably evil taunts or orders.
The dream wasn’t actually all that bad oddly enough, being surrounded by Rouge’s beauty was actually…sort of nice. She was more beautiful than any other woman right now, and you were hers. Wait…why was that a good thing…? As you logically tried to think that out, the dream you began to do something you never considered possible. You began to willingly worship Rouge from the pool in her cleavage and were happy to do so.
What the hell…? You wondered, weirded out by the scenario. Dreams were the mind’s way of working something out…what did this mean…? The dream started to get a lot fuzzier as you asked yourself that…
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The first thing you did while wake up was start coughing, a lot. You were wheezing for air, the water was…well it wasn’t gone, there were still huge drops/pools everywhere, but there was more air than water now. Rouge’s must’ve been done with her shower and you…you probably washed up somewhere. Wherever it was, it was dark-colored and kind of tangled. You were inside of something, that’s why it was so dark. You wondered what you washed up in, some seaweed or something? You took a breath and smelled beauty products, this wasn’t any seaweed.
Then came a voice you weren’t expecting, “Why look at that, there was some hair stuck in the drain. I wonder…”
A monolithic finger brushed aside some of the darkness, some of the hair, and pulled the clump of it you were in out. You were still in the drain; this hair clump stopped you from getting too far. Looming over you was the nearly-dry, clothed, Rouge, smiling. “Well what do you know? It looks like some old hair got stuck down there and stopped you from getting too far eh tiny? It’s almost like a God or Goddess wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get away.” All you could do was cough out a little bit more water. Of course Rouge played you again…of freaking course.
“Well, now you’ve been properly punished for disobeying me. But I just need one last thing before you’re off the hook.”
What is it now?
Rouge didn’t waste a second to say it, or to be exact, do it. Her big toe was over you. “I need to crush you so you understand what it means to disobey your owner.” The logic was flimsy at best, but when Rouge’s toe got on top of you the last thing you thought of was logic. Just imagine, a girl the size of a universe, all that weight focused into one toe, and that toe was on top of you. Unable to die, but able to feel pain, that was your situation. The pain was indescribable, literally. No words could approach the dimension of pain you were in. And Rouge was probably getting off on that feeling. It seemed to last an eternity before subsiding, Rouge removed her toe just enough so it still brushed against your face. “Now kiss and make up…” She teased. After what you had just went through…you threw yourself at the damn toe and did a lot more than kiss. That was how much of a relief it was to be free of that immense pain Rouge could inflict.
Rouge chuckled at how you reacted, “Glad you’re so enthusiastic. Cause it’s time for you to start getting to work!”
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