Saff hosted: Story21

THE WET NURSE by Allan Green (1990)

I was sitting on the doctor's table, inspecting a cut on my finger. It was
only a scratch, but my boss had ordered me to have it checked out, in case I
needed a tetanus shot. I guess he didn't want me taking my sick days.

"Awww. . . do we have a boo-boo?" said a sympathetic voice.

I looked up - it was the nurse. Not just a nurse, THE NURSE, the type that
every adolescent boy has ever had a wet-dream about - and here she was,
standing right in front of me! Her amazing figure stretched up from the floor
on long, long legs, swelling into succulent hips and asscheeks, then suddenly
shrinking into a microscopic waist . . .but I was astounded at what came next.

From her waist, the white fabric of her uniform stretched out . . . and out . .
. and out - my God, it seemed to go on forever! The material expanded way out in
front of her, gradually curving up, up . . then swooping all the way back,
towards her shoulders. Her jutting bosom was absolutely tremendous - the largest
I had ever seen. It looked like she had a pair of watermelons stuffed inside
that white uniform. The stretchy fabric was molded so tightly around her
gigantic tits, that the lace trim of her bra showed through. I wondered what
size bra it was . . . an 'X' cup . . a 'ZZ"? Did the alphabet go high enough for
a bra that size? Whatever it was, it must have been industrial strength to
support her mammoth bosom.

"Hi, my name is Donna . . . I can see you've already met the rest of me," she
said.

Her voice shook me back to reality.

"Huh?" It took a couple seconds to realize that she was talking about her tits -
and the way I'd been gawking at them!

"Oh, yeah, I, uh, guess you could say that!" I blustered, my ears burning with
embarrassment. "Hey, listen . . . I'm sorry . . . I. . . uh . . . didn't mean to
stare."

"Are you blushing?" She was grinning, regarding me slyly out of the corners of
her smiling eyes. "Aww! You are blushing! That is sooo adorable! I love it when
boys do that." I was surprised that she thought I was young enough to be called
a boy, especially when I'd recently hit the 'thirty' mark.

"Uhh . . .does this mean you're not pissed off at me?" I asked.

"Oh, of course not! Believe me, I get this all the time, and I'm used to it.
Doesn't bother me one bit. Now c'mon, let's have a look at that finger."

She crouched down in front of me, taking my finger in her hand. From my vantage
point above her, I was treated to an amazing view. The top few buttons of her
uniform had been left undone, revealing a deep, fleshy valley of cleavage, that
extended about ten inches in front of her. Whenever she inhaled, her creamy
boob-flesh swelled and surged in great waves, threatening to slosh out of her
bra at any moment.

I marveled at how gorgeous she was. I had been so busy looking at her tits, that
I hadn't noticed what a beautiful face she had. Her angelic face was framed with
soft curls of blond hair. She had big, blue eyes, which sparkled mischievously
above her tiny nose. Her pink lips were full and pouty; they made her look young
and innocent, yet wantonly sexy at the same time. When she smiled, tiny wrinkles
creased the corners of her eyes, revealing her to be older than she appeared -
but, knowing that she was an 'older woman' only seemed to make me hornier. The
beautiful nurse swabbed my finger, then wrapped a band-aid around it. She
slipped me a smile and a wink.

"I think you'll live! Now, there's just one more thing, before you go . . ." She
turned towards an open cabinet, and pulled out a plastic pill bottle; she shook
out a couple of blue capsules into the palm of her hand.

"Here, take these . . . now, let me get you something to wash those down . . ."
She reached down towards a small refrigerator. She opened it, and pulled out a
metal thermos. She poured something into a paper cup, and handed it to me. The
stuff in the cup was white.

"What's this . . . milk?"

"Yes - It'll coat the inside of your stomach, so the pill's won't irritate the
stomach's lining."

"Okay, but what are these for, anyway? I thought I was supposed to get a tetanus
shot."

"Oh well, you don't really need a tetanus booster for the little finger-cut -
but those pills are an antibiotic, just in case you might get an infection. It's
nothing to worry about - just a precaution. Now, drink up!"

I swallowed the pills, one at a time. The milk was ice-cold, numbing my
tastebuds as it washed over my tongue. Even so, I could tell that there was
something a little funny about the way it tasted. It was sort of thick and sweet
- more like condensed milk, than the kind you get from a carton.

"C'mon now, drink it all . . ." She placed her fingertips gently on on the
bottom of the cup and lifted, raising it to my lips. I drank down the rest of
the milk.

Th-a-a-t's a good boy . . .now, just lie back," she took me by the shoulders,
and began gently pushing me into a horizontal position. I sat up again.

"But I don't even feel tired."

"Oh, but you will - in a few more seconds."

"But . . .I . . . think . . ." I tried to speak, but suddenly my head felt all
mixed-up and dizzy. My eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, and I had to squint
just to keep them open. My whole body began to feel weak, then limp, until I
couldn't even sit up anymore. I no longer had any muscle control, and my body
flopped over like a rag doll. I felt the nurse's hands on my chest, breaking my
fall, once again guiding me gently on to the table.

"There . . . you see? I told you that you were tired . . . now, you just lay
right back . . ." My eyelids had lowered all the way shut; I could only hear the
far-away sound of the nurse's voice, as she lifted my numb legs onto the table.
Soon, even that sound faded away, and I was only aware . . .vaguely, cloudily .
. . of someone undressing me, as my mind drifted off into a vast darkness

- - -

My eyes finally began to open.

"Owwww . . .!" On second thought, I decided to keep them closed a little longer.
My head was throbbing; I grabbed it with both hands. I flet like I had a real,
First-of-January, hangover.

I tried opening my eyes again; this time, it was easier. I took a look around
me; I was lying on my back, in a strange bed, in a strange room.

"What is this place?" I wondered. "How did I get here?" I looked over to the
left side of the bed, and saw a wooden chair, which had my blue work shirt and
jeans neatly draped over it.

"That's what I was wearing in the clinic" I remembered. "so . . . what am I
wearing now ?" I looked down at myself - the only thing I had on was my
underwear.

I looked around to make sure nobody else was watching, then I swung my legs over
the side of the bed, and walked over to the chair where my clothes were hanging.

I put my shirt on first - for some reason, it felt loose on me . . .and the
sleeves seemed a bit too long. I figured that the material must have got
stretched out while I had been working.

The pants came nex. At least somebody had the decency to leave me in my own
underwear - but, even so, my briefs were just as loose as my shirt! It seemed
like the only thing that was holding them up was the elastic waistband. I
couldn't understand what was wrong with my clothes; I just shook my head, and
tried on the pants.

I slipped on the pants, and pulled them up to my waist. I felt like I was
wearing a potato sack. I zipped them up, and buttoned the waist - and they
slipped right down to my ankles! This didn't make any sense - why didn't any of
my clothes fit? Maybe they weren't even mine. I quickly checked the pockets. My
keys, my driver's license - everything was right where I'd left it . . .

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. I struggled to pull on my pants, but
they were so baggy that they'd gotten caught beneath my feet! I was still
fumbling with them, when the door swung open. I gave the pants one last yank -
pulling them up to my waist - and pulling myslef over backwards! As I tumbled to
the floor, I heard the sound of feminine laughter.

"My goodness! You certainly are shy, aren't you?" I looked up - it was Donna,
the nurse from the clinic! I blushed because I was nearly naked, while she was
fully dressed in her white uniform. I hurriedly stood up, hoisting the pants up
around my waist.

"Where am I! What is this place?" I demanded.

"Why, this is my apartment, silly. Where else do you think I would take you?"

"You brought me here . . . to your apartment? Why?"

"Why? Don't you know what a woman wants, when she takes a man up to her
apartment?" she said in a low sultry voice. She sashayed towards me, her hips
undulating sexily. As she approached, I noticed that she was a bit taller than I
had remembered her to be . . . quite a bit taller . . . in fact, she was much
taller!

"What's going on here? What did you do to my clothes? And how'd you get so . . .
big?"

"Shhhh!" she placed her finger over my lips. "So many questions!" She bent her
head down towards mine, with her full lips slightly parted. She kissed me
passionately, her tongue slipping wetly into my mouth. Her long, blond hair
brushed against the sides of my face, and I was bathed in the scent of her
perfume. Her huge jugs bumped into my chest, and I could feel just how big and
firm and heavy they were. She pulled her lips away from mine.

"Why don't you sit down, and relax - while I get undressed?" she cooed
seductively.

Suddenly, I'd forgotten just what it was that I'd been so upset about. All I
knew was, that I'd somehow wound up in the apartment of an incredibly sexy woman
- and that she was about to get undressed! Tingling with anticipation, I sat
down on the edge of the bed, my eyes following every movement of her fascinating
figure.

As I watched she gazed at me with flirting eyes. She looked down at her cleavage
filled bodice, and raised her hands to the topmost button there. Then, as she
undid the button, she looked back at me - she seemed to be watching for my
reaction.

The button popped open - and so did my eyes! Her boob-flesh exploded like a
kernel of popcorn, bursting out of the opening in her uniform. The sudden action
shook her breasts, sending little ripples shivering across her exposed
tit-flesh.

She watched me, her eyes sparkling mischievously, as she moved her hands to the
next button. She seemed to be drinking in my awe-struck gaze, reveling in it.

She undid the next button. Several more pounds of tit-meat burst out of her
uniform, the sides of her huge jugs flopping and slapping together on her chest.
Her uniform no longer strained against her massive tits, but dangled from them
impotently. She undid the last button, and the useless uniform slid down her
thrusting torso.

Her bra covered bosom swelled into view. Every inch of her, from her waist to
her collar-bone, was packed with tit flesh. Her giant boobs bulged obscenely
from the confines of her hammock-sized bra. In fact, her breasts were so
massive, and reached so low, that the wide straps of her bra were not wrapped
around her back - but around her waist!

"Well, what do you think?" she purred, motioning towards her huge, haltered
breasts.

"I . . . I . . . I'm speechless!"

She laughed delightedly. "Then, I think you're going to like this part even
better!" She reached into the canyon between her massive boobs, and pulled out a
tiny, gold key; it was attached to a thin, gold, chain, which was looped around
her neck. She held up the key.

"Can you guess what this is for?" she asked?

I shook my head no.

"This is what's its for" she answered, turning around. She brought the key up to
the back of her huge bra. There was a small cloth flap at the juncture where the
mighty breast straps met. She held the little gold key in one hand, while deftly
lifting the flap with the other hand. Beneath the flap was a gold fastener, and
it had a tiny keyhole in it - a lock!

"You see, my tits are sooo big . . . if I didn't keep them locked up, there
would be no holding them back! As a matter of fact, the only way I can manage to
even squeeze them into this bra in the first place, is to lay it on a table, and
swing my tits into it - and then I have to tug and tug on the straps, until the
ends reach all the way around my back, so that I can FINALLY snap them together!
Honestly, sometimes I get so frustrated, I just want to throw this damned bra
out the window!"

"uh . . Huh . . ." I croaked, my mouth being too dry to speak.

She put the key in the fastener, and gave it a twist. The lock snapped open -
its two halves flying in opposite directions - and her enormous breasts exploded
into view, bursting out from under her bra, quaking and quivering in front of
her.

I was dumbfounded! I'd never seen such gigantic tits in my life! They were way
bigger than watermelons. Her giant jugs hung heavily from her chest, and reached
all the way down to her pussy, still bobbing from their sudden release. The skin
of her bulging boobs was stretched tight and shiny, like the skin of an inflated
balloon. The creamy skin was stretched so thin it was translucent, revealing a
network of blue veins just beneath its surface.

And her nipples - they looked more like spigots! They were shaped like the
nipples on baby bottles - except, these nipples were as long and as thick as my
thumbs! They jutted erect from the centers of crinkly, tan haloes, which were
the size of dinner plates. I hungered to run my tongue over the puckered flesh
of those aereolas, to suck on those long, long teats . . . . . . while squeezing
those gigantic jugs!

Yet, at the same time, there was something about the sheer size of her breasts
that was almost . . . frightening! Her monster tits were alarmingly huge, and
now that they'd been released from the confinement of their locking bra, they
expanded even further, as though threatening to fill the entire room with their
bulging girth!

Donna shrugged the now-empty bra from her shoulders, letting it slip down her
arms, and then onto the floor.

"Ahhh! They feel so much better out in the open" she sighed, running her hands
over her outrageously bloated boobs. "But they're so heavy, and full! I think
it's way past my milking time!"

" . . . milking time?" I uttered.

"Yes, that's right . . . I'm afraid I have a little confession to make. I'm not
really a nurse. I mean, I'm not a real nurse. I'm a WET NURSE . . . oops!"
Suddenly, a spurt of milk squirted from her left teat. It arched high in the
air, and fell on the thick carpet, leaving a wet-spot.

"Oh, darn! Now its going to get all over the rug. I knew this would happen if I
waited too long. Once they start squirting, they're impossible to control! Oh,
no . . . here it comes!" Both nipples started squirting now - squirting hard.
She cupped her hands over them, but the gesture was useless - the milk just
overflowed her palms. She ran into an adjoining bathroom, cupping her bouncing,
spurting boobs as she ran. I ran after her - and stopped dead in my tracks,
gaping with amazement!

She was standing in the bathroom, facing the toilet. She was holding her long
teats - like two little cocks, and squirting milk into the toilet . . . as
casually as if taking a piss. Long, steady streams of milk pissed out of her
nipples and into the toilet bowl, splashing and foaming as they hit the water.
The water clouded-up, turning white, and the water level began rising as she
filled the bowl with milk. Her output was unbelievable! The bowl was filling
rapidly, and seemed in danger of overflowing.

Eventually, the bowl became so full, that it flushed by itself - yet, the
incredible milk-streams continued to gush from her huge, engorged breasts. As
the streams started to slow, she stood in a more relaxed pose, with her hands an
her hips and her big jugs hanging over the bowl. The streams became trickles . .
. and then droplets. She pulled out a tissue from a box on top of the toilet,
and daintily dabbed the last drops of milk off her wet nipples.

"There, that should do it. Now, I'm ready for my milking." She walked back into
the bedroom; I followed her, like a puppy tagging along behind his mistress.

"What do you mean, 'Ready for your milking? You mean . . . that wasn't it?"

"Oh, gracious no" she laughed. "I just did that to relieve the pressure in my
breasts, so that my milk wouldn't squirt all over the rug. HONESTLY, sometimes I
just feel like a big dairy cow! I probably still have about . . . " she hefted
one of her huge boobs, then the other, "about a gallon of milk left in each
breast. Here, see for yourself."

She walked slowly towards me, her bloated breasts swaying with each step that
she took. At first, I instinctively backed away from her, but - what was I
doing? This was the chance of a lifetime!

And yet, even as she approached, even as those miraculous, milk-filled breasts
bounced closer and closer - I became aware of a feeling in my gut . . . a vague,
inexplicable feeling of - foreboding.

Now, Donna stood before me, her huge chest thrust out, her long nipples
invitingly
erect - and now, all that I wanted, more than anything else in the world, was to
suck on those big nipples. I thirsted for them . . . I hungered for them . . .
as though I was under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac.

Without speaking, she guided me onto the bed. She had me lie down, and she
straddled me, sitting her shapely bottom on my belly. Even though she was
sitting up, her immense milkers hung almost all the way down to my chest, her
nipples hovering just a few inches away from my waiting lips.

"Does baby want mommy to nurse him . . . now?" she cooed, tracing my lips with
her fingers. I responded by mouthing on her fingers, sucking them hard between
my lips.

"Oooooo!I can see that you're going to make a gooood baby!" She pulled her
fingers out of my mouth and squeezed my lips, puckering them between her thumb
and forefinger. With her other hand, she grabbed one of her nipples, guiding it
towards me. She leaned forward slightly, and, still holding the swollen teat,
brushed the end of it around and around my puckered lips.

"I hope you're a hungry little baby 'cause mommy's gonna fill you up."

Suddenly, she leaned forward, plunging her long, slippery nipple between my
pursed lips. Her big nipple stuffed my mouth, and her huge, bulbous boob smacked
heavily into my face.

"Ahhh . . . " she sighed, instantly filling my mouth with milk.

Her milk was thick and sweet, like heavy cream; it reminded me of the cold milk
she had given me back at the clinic - only this milk was feverishly hot, warmed
by the body heat of her gigantic breast. I gulped it down, and my mouth was
filled again . . . and again . . . and again! She seemed to be filled with an
endless supply of sweet, creamy milk.

As she poured her milk into me, I explored her enormous breasts, my hands
sinking into their full, firm, pillowy flesh. My hard cock got even harder, as I
ran my hands over her huge, swelling curves. Oh, my God . . . there was soooo
much of her! Her gigantic tits dominated my field of view; I could just barely
see her face, peeking out at me over the vast horizon of her breast.

I could feel Donna fondling my hard cock. I could feel the moist warmth of her
pussy, rubbing back and forth against my swollen cock head. She was positioning
my cock, angling it to fit her pussy; she slid back, enveloping my cock in
luxurious pussy flesh. She drew herself up slowly, sensually, undulating her
hips as she rose up on my cock . . . then, she slid slowly down, down, down,
swallowing my cock again. While her moist, velvety sheath sucked on my cock, my
lips sucked on her long, lactating nipples.

I closed my eyes, savoring the sensations that were welling up in my swollen
genitals. I held onto her hips, slowly guiding her pussy up and down on my cock;
though her breasts were big and heavy, her slim body was relatively light,
making it easy to lift and lower on my erect cock.

But, as I continued to drink from her oversized udders, something strange
started happening. Donna's nipple began to grow. It was swelling, expanding,
inside my mouth; it was growing bigger and longer, pushing its way towards the
back of my throat as it lengthened. As her teat grew, it pumped out more and
more milk, and I found myself fighting to keep up with her steady flow of cream.
Instead of running out of milk, her big boob seemed to be getting fuller; it
pressed against my face with increasing urgency, like an expanding balloon that
was going to burst. All of this was strange enough - but, there was something
else going on that was even stranger.

Donna was getting heavier. She was becoming increasingly difficult for me to
lift; with each thrust of her hips, she seemed to gain another five pounds. Her
hips felt big in my hands; they seemed to be getting wider by the second,
forcing my hands farther and farther apart. Even her petite, shapely ass now
felt big and round, weighing down my thighs. Soon, I couldn't even LIFT her! How
could this possibly be happening?

I opened my eyes - and got the shock of my life!

All I could see, was HER TREMENDOUSLY IMMENSE BREAST! Her breast was so huge,
that I couldn't see around it - I couldn't even see her other breast! My mouth
dropped open in awe, her nipple falling from between my lips. I glanced at the
nipple - and I did a double-take! Her nipple had grown to twice its pervious
size!

Suddenly, her massive breast began to rise above my head, as if hoisted by a
crane.

Donna sat up, her long torso rising like a drawbridge. She drew herself up to
her full height, towering over me. I could see both of her breasts now - they
were unbelievable. Her tits were the size of duffel bags, hanging precariously
from the cliff of her wide chest. Her kneeling thighs extended and rose on
either side of me, like the haunches of a colossal, Egyptian sphinx. Her thighs
were too high for me too see over, and too long for me to see past; they
eclipsed everything from view - I couldn't even see the rest of the bed! All I
could see was Donna . . . and more Donna . . . And STILL more Donna, rising
above me like a mountain.

"DONNA! But how - what - oh my God! What happened to you!" I yelped, springing
bolt upright in the bed.

She threw her head back and laughed.

"You should be asking what happened to you!" she giggled. "But, never mind about
that, for now. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride, honey!"

She poked a six inch long index finger into the middle of my chest, and - with
just that one finger - pressed me back down on the bed. I still didn't
understand what was going on, but one thing was clear; Donna was twice my size,
and twice as strong. I wasn't about to argue with her.

She settled her big ass down on my thighs, forcing my cock deeper into her
pussy.

"Owwww! Donna, you're cr-crushing me!"

"Oops, sorry lover," she raised up slightly, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "I
forgot how heavy I must seem to you - I'm awfully large, aren't I?" she said,
smiling confidently as she towered over me.

"That's the understatement of the year." I joked, and she laughed again, harder
than I would have expected someone to laugh at such a small joke. I was begining
to get the feeling that I was the small joke - and the joke was on me.

Donna began raising and lowering her hips again, only this time she leaned
forward slightly, keeping most of her crushing weight off me. Even with her
weight forward, her huge thighs and buttocks smacked mightily against me. I
tried thrusting my cock upwards to match the pulse of her pounding pussy, but
the effort was futile. I felt like a tiny boat caught in a vast, stormy sea; I
could barely hold still against the pounding waves of flesh that rocked me from
all sides- much less pound back at them. Any illusions of sexual prowess that I
might have had about myself were suddenly shattered; before, I had been fucking
her - but now, Donna was bigger, stronger, heavier - she was fucking me!

Donna bucked her hips with increasing urgency; as I gave in to the rhythm of her
pounding pussy, my ass was bounced up and down on the bed like a basketball.
With each thrust of her hips, Donna moaned louder.

"ah . . .AH! . . .AH!" she cried - and then she froze, as though paralyzed. Her
big cunt closed around my cock like a squeezing fist, pulsating, spasming -
milking me to the brink of orgasm. I could feel the semen welling up from my
balls, and I came - my cock thrust deep inside her, spewing spurt after spurt of
hot cum into her moist, velvety sheath.

Donna sighed, and slumped over on top of me. Her huge tits came crashing down,
dropping heavily on either side of my face. Her enormous bosom engulfed me,
cloaking me in darkness; her huge, soft breasts swelled abundantly over my face,
smothering me in flesh. As we rested together, I explored her gigantic tits with
my hands, caressing and squeezing as much of her bountiful breast flesh as I
possibly could - but her boobs were so big, that I could only reach halfway
around each one. After a while, Donna slowly sat up, raising her luscious globes
up and away from my hands. She stared at me, her crystal-blue eyes suddenly
serious.

"There's something I have to show you, now . . and it may come as quite a shock.
Do you think you're up to it?"

"Uh . . . yeah, I guess so" I said - but I had a feeling that I wasn't going to
like this.

Donna got up from her kneeling position, and as she did so, my cock slipped out
of her cum-drenched pussy. She extended her long legs over the side of the bed,
towering over me.

My view was no longer obstructed by her enormous body - and the first thing I
saw, was that the bed was huge! It stretched at least twelve feet long, and
twelve feet wide. I crawled to the side of the bed, and looked over the edge -
the floor was six feet down!

"No - this can't be happening" I said.

I scrambled desperately over the side of the bed, and dropped to the floor,
landing on my feet. I looked all around the room, and I saw that EVERYTHING was
bigger; the room had expanded spaciously before me, filled with chairs that were
as tall as I was, and floor lamps that stood as tall as trees. It seemed
impossible, but it was true: I turned into a midget! I didn't know how or why it
had happened, but I'd seemed to have shrunk to half my normal height! I was now
less than three feet tall.

Then, I remembered the pills. "You did this to me!" I said, pointing an accusing
finger at Donna. "Back at the clinic, you gave me those pills!"

The smile faded from Donna's face. She walked slowly towards me . . . closer . .
.closer . . . until she was standing right in front of me, with her hands on her
hips - and her huge, thick-lipped cunt staring me in the face!

I looked up, past the swell of her wide hips, past the twin mountains of her
enormous breasts, to her face. She peered down at me with eyes that looked as
cold as ice; I gulped nervously under her piercing gaze.

"I think you're forgetting who you're talking to!" she said in a hard-edged
voice. "In case you haven't figured it out by now, you are in no position to be
going around making accusations. Besides, I may not have been totally honest
with you up until now, but I will honestly tell you this: the pills I gave you
at the clinic did not cause you to be this size."

"They . . . they didn't?"

"No, they did not."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"I guess you're just going to have to trust me - but the way I see it, you have
no other choice."

Her words hit me like a punch in the gut. She was right. At my present size, I
had no choice - no choice in anything. How could I ever go back to my job - and
without a job, how was I going to survive? How was I going to get around on my
own? How could I possibly drive anywhere, when my feet wouldn't even reach the
pedals?

As I contemplated my fate, I could feel tears begining to well up in my eyes. I
fought hard to hold back the tears - but despite my best efforts, I felt a
single droplet flow out of the corner of my eye. The tear rolled down my cheek,
and as it did, the hard expression on Donna's face began to soften. Her lips
slackened,, and her eyes glistened sympathetically, as though she too were on
the verge of tears.

"Please . . . don't cry" she said softly. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
She knelt down to my level, and pulled me towards her. She wrapped her arms
around me, hugging me to her huge, milk-heavy bosom. Her gigantic tits engulfed
almost my whole body, sinking me deep into the valley of her soft, warm
cleavage. She clasped one hand over the back of my head, and started gently
rocking me in the cradle of her enormous breasts.

"It's okay . . . it's okay . . . I'm here for you" she cooed. I couldn't hold
back any longer, I burst into tears, sobbing heavily against her huge, soft
bosom.

"It's alright - please don't cry . . . you'll make me let down my milk again."
No sooner had she said this than her huge bosom began to swell.

I'd heard it said that the sound of a baby crying could make a nursing mother
produce milk on the spot - but not like this. Her enormous boobs were blowing up
like balloons, the soft flesh swelling up all around me. Her tits were growing
gigantic - incredibly, even bigger than they had been before, stretched taut and
shiny by their bursting load of milk. Soon her bosom was so big, that it pushed
all the way up to my chin, and I was trapped in her squeezing cleavage, with
only my head sticking out from between her tremendous tits.

Donna gently pulled away from me, releasing me from the fleshy grip of her
cleavage. She wiped the tears from my wet, tear-streaked face, and stood once
more to her awesome height. She held her long hand out to me.

"C'mon, it's alright . . . I'll take care of you." I reached up and held onto
her hand. Donna led me into another room; she led me over to the sofa, and then
she sat down in the middle of it. Donna's breast's were so big and swollen, they
rested heavily in her lap.

"Come here, next to me," she said, patting a spot beside her. I walked up to the
sofa; the tops of the cushions came up to my belly. I climbed up and onto the
cushions.

"That's a good boy . . . now, lie down with your head in my lap, here . . ." she
leaned back, lifting her heavy breasts off her lap, to make room for me. I lay
down, resting the back of my head on her large, nude thighs. As I looked up, I
saw the bulging bottoms of her lovely engorged tits; her long, swollen nipples
looked like they were ready to burst. I saw her hands, stroking the sides of her
swollen breasts. She slowly stroked all over her breasts, bringing her hands to
rest on her long, erect teats.

"Don't feel bad, little one . . . mommy's going to feed you now."

Donna leaned forward, dropping her tremendous breasts in my face; her hand
guided a long teat to my lips, and slipped it into my mouth. Immediately, my
mouth was flooded with thick, sweet milk; as I swallowed it all down, I found
that it really was comforting to suck on her long nipples, and to drink her
rich, warm milk.

"You see? Everything is alright" she said, stroking my hair soothingly. "Mommy
has milk for you . . . lots and lots of milk."

As she nursed me on her bloated breast, I lost all track of time. I seemed to
have entered a state of timelessness, where a minute, an hour, and a day were
all one and the same thing - and I didn't even care. All that I wanted to do,
was to keep on suckling at her endlessly gushing milk-fountains.

It seemed like the longer I sucked on her breast, the larger it loomed over my
face - could it be that her tits were still growing?!

'My God' I thought, 'soon she'll be so top-heavy, she won't be able to stand
up!' Her nipples were expanding and lengthening, pushing their way out of my
mouth, as they grew too large to be contained; soon, only their swollen tips
remained inside my mouth. And her breasts - they had grown to monstrous
proportions! I couldn't believe it - each one was bigger than my entire body! I
couldn't fathom how they could possibly had grown to such size, unless . . .

I turned my head, and looked at her hand, resting next to me - IT LOOKED LIKE IT
WAS TWO FEET LONG! HER TITS WEREN'T GROWING! I WAS SHRINKING!

"Oh no! Oh my God, no!" I pushed myself away from her giant breast, and I leapt
to the floor - only to find myself falling through the air!

"Oooof!" I landed hard on the floor, tumbling over and over and collapsing in a
heap.

"Are you all right?"

I looked up at Donna - she looked twice as big as before! Her seated form
towered over me like a giant statue, her legs rising from the floor like a pair
of smooth, white marble pillars. I got up, and staggered towards her.

I was staring at her legs, just below the kneecaps - I didn't even come up to
her knees. I realized in horror that I now stood only a foot and a half tall!"

"Ooooo! Aren't you the cutest little thing?" Donna trilled; she was leaning
forward, her hands clasped together in excited glee.

"Donna! For God's sakes, what's happening to me?"

"Why don't you come up here on the sofa, and I'll tell you" she said, beaming
with enthusiasm.

I approached the sofa, and found that I could no longer see over the tops of the
cushions. The sofa rose before me like an eight foot high wall; I stood in front
of it, not knowing what to do.

"Here . . . let me help you." Without warning, Donna swooped down on me, grabbed
me by the waist, and whisked me up onto the sofa. I felt dizzy, as though I had
just ridden an amusement park ride. Before I could regain my composure, her left
arm wrapped itself around me, catching my small body in the crook of her elbow.

"Look at you! You're just soooo adorable" she squealed, hugging me to her
mammoth breast, "you look just like a little doll. I knew you'd be perfect."

"Perfect? What do you mean?"

"Let me show you . . . " with her free arm, she reached over to the end table,
and picked up a book that looked like a photo album. "I'm going to read you a
little story now - and it's a true story as well."

She laid the book across her lap, where I could see it, and opened the cover. On
the first page, there was a photograph; it looked like a wedding portrait of
Donna as a bride, holding hands with her bridegroom - but the strange thing
about the picture was the size of Donna's breasts; they were no bigger than
average.

"Once upon a time," Donna began, "a man and a lady got married, and were very
happy together - and when they found they were going to have a baby, they were
even happier!" I didn't understand why she was talking to me this way, as if I
were a child, but I didn't dare interrupt her - she was four times my size!

Donna turned the page - and my eyes popped open. There was a series of photos
with Donna, dressed in different outfits - and in each picture, her boobs and
her belly swelled even larger.

"And when the lady became a mommy, she got bigger . . . and bigger . . . and
BIGGER! Her tummy got big, because there was a baby inside of it . . . an her
breasts got bigger, because they were full of milk for the baby." She turned the
page - there was a picture of an infant, bundled in a blanket.

"But after the baby was born, something very strange began to happen . . .
instead of growing up big and strong, the way babies are supposed to, the baby
got smaller . . . and smaller . . . and smaller." Donna turned the page - I was
shocked to see the same baby, so small it fit snugly in the palm of her hand!

Donna suddenly fell silent. She stared vacantly at the photograph; her face
appeared emotionless, except for one small tear, forming in the corner of her
eye.

"None of the doctors could understand why the baby was shrinking," she
continued, "and since there was nothing anyone could do, the baby just got
smaller . . .and smaller, until one day . . . " she shrugged and shook her head.

"What? What happened then?" I asked, anxious to know my own fate.

"Poof."

"Poof? You mean it just - disappeared?"

"Poof!" she said, throwing her hands up into the air - and suddenly, two streams
of milk shot out of her nipples. Her milk sprayed across the photo album, a big
puddle of it landing on the picture of the baby. The picture got saturated with
milk, and the sides of it began to warp and curl. It pulled away from the page,
shriveling up and shriveling up into a ball.

I saw the shriveled photograph, and I suddenly remembered what happened to me;
it was her breast milk that had shrunk me. As I remembered the image of the tiny
baby, so small it fit in the palm of her hand, I felt the blood drain from my
face - this couldn't be what lay in store for me - it just couldn't!

"Oops, look what you made me do, you silly boy! Now, I have to clean up this
mess." Donna hurriedly reached for a box on the end table, pulled out a bunch of
tissues, and started to blot up the puddle of milk.

I was still trapped in the crook of her other arm, pressed firmly up against the
taut flesh of her enormous, milk-swollen tits. I gazed in awe at the sheer
immensity of her gigantic, bulging boobs - now that I realized the horrific
power they held, I saw them not as comforting pillows, but as a pair of giant
monsters! Her swollen nipples - now longer and thicker than my cock - looked
threateningly erect, protruding from her tits like a pair of artillery cannons.
I could feel a thick vein throbbing powerfully beneath her breast flesh, pumping
more and more strength into her massively potent tits.

"Uh, Donna . . . I hope you don't mind my asking this, but . . . whatever became
of your husband?" I asked, but was afraid to find out.

"What happened to the daddy? Oh, he got very sad, when the little baby went away
- so I had to comfort him."

"c - c - comfort him?"

"Oh, yes! He was so sad after the baby went away, that I had to comfort him at
my breast, several times a day! And, you know, its a funny thing, but he started
to get smaller and smaller, just like the baby! He must've been embarrassed to
be so dependent on me, because he started telling me not to comfort him,
anymore. Can you imagine? Well, of course I didn't listen to him - I just kept
right on feeding him, because that's what a good mommy does - a good mommy knows
that all men are really just little babies, who need to be taken care of - and
comforted."

"And the more I comforted him, the smaller he got . . . he just got smaller, and
smaller, until one day - poof! Just like the baby."

She looked at me, and an eerie grin spread across her face, her eyes opening
unusually wide.

"But now I have you - I knew you would be perfect, from the moment I first saw
you! Now, you can be my perfect, little baby!"

"No! No, I can't be your baby! I won't!"

"Why not? You're just the PERFECT SIZE, you little cutie!" she squealed, poking
me in the belly. She momentarily loosened her hold on me - I immediately
struggled free of her grasp, and ran to the far end of the couch.

"Hey you! Come back here" she chuckled, reaching a long, long arm towards me.

I jumped to the floor - I rolled with the force of the impact, and then I sprang
to my feet.

"Stay away from me!" I shouted, "You're crazy. I'm not your baby!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Is that any way to talk to your mommy? Besides, its time for
your feeding . . ." she said, cupping her humongous breasts. She started to get
up, and I ran away from her. I ran into the bedroom, and hid under the bed; I
could hear her voice, coming from the other room.

"Oh, so you want to play hide-and-seek. Ready or not, here I come!" I was
huddled under the bed; I heard her footsteps, and with each footstep, I felt the
floor shake beneath me.

I watched anxiously, as her giant feet walked onto the carpet in front of me - I
held my breath, hoping that she couldn't hear me. Then, the yard-long feet
turned, facing away from me; the mattress above me bulged heavily, and her feet
lifted clear out of view. I breathed a sigh of relief - she was only getting
into bed.

But suddenly, the bed shook - and her gigantic tits swung into view, bobbing and
swaying as they hung over the side of the bed!

"Peek-a-boob!" she sang.

I ran out from under the bed, leaving Donna's laughter behind me; I raced into
the living room - I saw a round table that had a floor-length tablecloth draped
over it, and I ran towards it. I couldn't believe how difficult it was, just
running across the room! It was like running across the floor of a gymnasium, or
an aircraft hangar - except, this floor was covered with shag carpeting, which
to me was 4 inches deep. Stumbling through the rope-like carpet fibers, I
finally reached the long tablecloth, and scrambled for cover beneath it.

My heart pounded as I hid under the table. I couldn't see anything, because the
tablecloth came all the way down to the floor - but I could hear the sound of
Donna's footsteps, approaching me at a leisurely pace. As if she had given me a
headstart.

"I know you're innn theeeere!" I heard her sing.

Suddenly, the tablecloth flew up, and her giant tits burst into view.

"Peek-a-boob!"

I scrambled out from under the tablecloth, and ran, stumbling, across the thick
carpet - I had to find someplace to hide, and fast!

I ran into another room, which looked like some sort of office. The room was
mostly bare, except for a big wooden desk - it wasn't the best hiding place, but
it would just have to do. I got on my hands and knees, and crawled underneath
the desk.

"Where arrre yoooou?" I heard Donna sing. I could hear her walking around,
looking for me.

"Peek-a bo - oh, you're not in there . . . well, how about - here! Hmmm, not
there either, eh? Well, you can't hide from me forever, you little devil!"

I peeked out from behind one of the desk's thick, wooden legs, and saw Donna's
feet, walking towards me. Her feet stopped, hesitating for a moment - and then,
suddenly, she crouched down, looking under the desk. I quickly pulled my head
back behind the desk leg.

"Ah-ha! So, there you are!" 'Oh no, she had seen me.'

Her huge hand thrust into view, feeling around beneath the desk. the giant hand
brushed up against me, then grabbed me, her long fingers wrapping around me like
boa constrictors.

"Now I've got you!" She pulled me out from under the desk, holding me captive on
the floor in front of her.

"Oh, really now . . . am I all that bad, that you want to run away from me?"
Donna pouted. "I'm not going to bite you. All I want to do, is hold you, and
cuddle you, . . . and feed you!" She was kneeling down, now alternately cupping
each of her giant tits with her free hand.

"Just look at mommy's titties . . . see how big they are? They're big with milk
- and it's all for you, baby . . . mommy's titties are so big, and round, and
full of milk for you . . . "

She leaned closer, one of her long, swollen teats jutting just inches away from
my mouth - at my present size, her nipple looked like it was eight inches long,
and two inches thick!

"C'mon now - be a darling, and nurse on mommy's big titty."

"No! Donna, please . . . you can't make me do that."

"Oh, can't I?" she said, arching an eyebrow. "We'll see about that." She
straightened up, lifting her breast away, and extended her long arm towards me.
Her huge hand closed around my waist, and she lifted my entire body,
effortlessly.

Donna lifted me on top of the desk, and positioned me so that I was lying on my
back; she held me down with one hand.

"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do, little one" she said, lowering her
mighty bosom towards me. She suddenly lifted her hand off my chest - quickly
replacing it with one of her bulging boobs. Damn! Her huge breast weighed a ton!
I gasped for air under the weight of her mammoth milker.

"What's the matter, little one?" she pouted, "is mommy's titty too big and heavy
for you? Perhaps now you can feel just how big and full of milk they are. You
see? I have to do something with all this milk, don't I?" She placed a fingertip
on her erect nipple, and pushed the swollen teat towards my face.

"NO! NO!" I shouted, twisting my head from side to side.

"Now c'mon, don't make such a fuss. This is for your own good." I closed my
mouth, clasping my lips tight. In response, Donna lifted her tons of tit from my
body, only to replace it with her enormous left hand.

"I can see that you're going to make this difficult," she said, tapping her
fingers impatiently against my chest.

"Well, I'm going to have to get this milk into you somehow . . . I can't let you
go without proper nourishment, now can I?"

She reached for the top drawer of the desk with her free hand, pulled the drawer
open, and removed a big white tube of - something - I don't know what - and I
didn't want to find out!

She unscrewed the cap of the tube with one hand, still holding me down with the
other. She squeezed out a glob of clear gel on her finger, brought her finger up
to her giant breast, and smeared the gel all over her long nipple.

"This will make things go a lot smoother" she said casually, rubbing the long
teat between her fingers. She finished applying the gel, and then grabbed one of
my legs in each of her huge hands. She picked me up again - only this time, I
was upside down!

"Hey! Hey, what are you doing?! Put me down." Donna just giggled as she lifted
me - literally, ass-backwards - through the air.

"Now, just relax, my little darling . . . mommy has something special for you!"
She pulled my legs far apart from each other, opening them wider and wider,
until I was scared she was planning to crack me like a wishbone!

Suddenly, I felt something hard and wet, nudging in between my buttocks - the
muscles in my ass contracted involuntarily, as she continued her forward attack.

"Don't try to resist me, little one. You know how much stronger I am than you."
She pulled my legs further apart, and pushed her stiff nipple more forcefully
against my tightly clenched asshole. She pushed harder and harder . . . and I
could feel my ass muscles begining to give out under the onslaught of the weight
of her giant breast.

"no . . .no!" I protested - but it was no use; my muscles were weakening, and my
ass was starting to spread open. She was shoving her nipple up my ass - and I
was powerless to stop her!

All of a sudden, Donna surged forward, and I felt her huge nipple enter me; her
giant teat pushed into my ass, stretching my rectum into a widened 'O'. Inch
after inch of her long, slippery nipple slid into my ass, filling my bowels to
bursting with swollen tit-meat. I felt her gigantic breast bump up against my
ass - she was all the way inside of me! With all eight inches of her swollen
nipple up my ass, I felt stuffed like a turkey.

"Mmmm!" Donna purred, "What a perfect little ass you have - just the right size
for milking!"

She pulled her long nipple halfway out of my ass - and I felt a hot jet of milk
stream into me, bathing the insides of my bowels. She shoved the teat back in,
then pulled it out again - and another stream of milk shot into me. Slowly,
steadily, she milked her long teat inside my ass, filling me with stream after
stream of hot breast milk.

Soon, she was gushing inside of me, filling me up with what felt like gallons of
her breast milk. I looked down at my belly, and saw that it was expanding,
becoming bloated as she pumped me full of milk.

Goddamn, she was huge! Her nipple felt big and bulky inside me, and it seemed to
be growing bigger by the minute - which meant I was shrinking again! As my body
contracted, her milky teat felt as though it was growing, swelling, and
lengthening inside of me, forcing the soft, inner walls of my ass wide open.

"Donna, please . . . no more" I gasped, "you're . . . you're too BIG!"

"My goodness, but you are getting tight, aren't you? Well, I suppose you've had
enough milk . . . for now, that is."

She grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me away from her gigantic tit. Her long
nipple pulled out of my ass with a slow, squishing sound; finally, it popped
out, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Donna put me on the floor, just in front of her feet. I gasped - her foot was
bigger than my entire body! I looked up at Donna, tilting my head back further
and further to take in the full height of her tremendous figure.

My God! Donna was GARGANTUAN! She towered over me, as big as a six-story
building, her legs stretching skyward like massive, marble columns. Her hands
were resting on her hips, which looked like they were fifteen feet wide - and
her tits! They were floating high above me,, like a pair of pink hot-air
balloons. Donna was so huge, that I got dizzy, just from looking up at her - I
lost my balance, and stumbled backwards a few steps. Donna laughed at my
clumsiness, her voice booming in my tiny ears.

"Mmmm, doesn't mommy look BIG?" she growled huskily.

I froze, stunned by the sight of this immense, sexy giantess looming above me. I
wondered what it would be like to explore every inch of that huge, luscious body
. . . those long, lovely legs . . . those wide hips . . . those enormous tits -
her tits! Suddenly, I snapped back to reality, remembering what had happened to
her husband - which was going to happen to me, if I didn't escape from her!

I took off, running through the inverted vee of her outstretched, giant legs.

"Come back here, you little rascal!" Donna boomed.

I ran into the bedroom, searching desperately for someplace to hide; I saw a
lamp, a table, a wastebasket - that was it! I ran towards the wastebasket, as
fast as my shrunken legs could carry me; I had to get there before Donna could
discover my new hiding place.

I reached the wastebasket - but now, how could I get inside it? The tall, metal
walls were much too smooth to climb upon. I caught sight of a lamp cord, hanging
off the side of the table; I grabbed it, and shimmied myself up the cord,
towards the rim of the metal container. I caught the edge of the wastebasket
with one hand, and then swung myself over it - I hit the bottom with a loud
'Thump'.

Shit! That was too loud! I looked around - the wastebasket was empty. Damn! If
there had only been some papers, I could have hidden beneath them.

Suddenly, Donna's face floated into view, high above me.

"Ah-ha, caught you again!"

I turned to run - but all I could see were tall, smooth metal walls, closing in
on me on all sides! I was trapped!

"There, you see? You can't get away from mommy!"

She knelt down, her humongous tits dangling from her chest like gigantic water
balloons, 16 feet high. She cupped them, then slid her hands up to grab hold of
her giant nipples. She bent over, lowering her immense milkers until they were
directly over my head. Her aereolas were bumpy, tan haloes, each one stretching
six feet in diameter across the smooth, vast globes. Her two-foot long teats
were poised above me, pointing at me like a pair of giant milk-cannons.

"You naughty boy!" she said. "You didn't finish your milk!"

Donna squeezed her enormous nipples, and two tremendous milk geysers came
gushing out - they pounded against the metal walls of the wastebasket, making a
sound like thunder. She squeezed stream after stream from her humongous boobs,
milking them with a steady rhythm, their alternating streams thumping against
the metal with a bizarre drumbeat.

The metal trashcan was filling up rapidly, her swirling torrents of milk rising
up to my knees. The foaming milk rose higher and higher, past my waist . . . my
chest . . . my chin . . . until I realized with irony that I might very well
drown in this churning ocean of milk - an ocean which, in reality, was only a
few inches deep!

I was treading in the deep sea of her milk, trying to stay afloat - but a
gushing wave suddenly washed up over my head, all at once filling my eyes and
nose and my mouth with milk. I gasped for air, bubbles gurgling out of my open
mouth.

The white sea turned grey, then black, as I drifted into a deep, dark, sleep . .
.

- - -

I slowly drifted back to consciousness. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt
like they were glued shut. I blinked a couple of times, until my eyes finally
opened just wide enough to squint through. My vision was murky; everything
looked fuzzy to me. Even so, I looked around, and saw that I was in some
unfamiliar surroundings; I was lying on my back, somewhere outdoors; I seemed to
be in the middle of some sort of vast, expansive plains. My body was swathed in
a fluffy white blanket, which I pulled towards my chin. I looked up at the sky,
and - even though it was an unnatural shade of blue - it made me feel free.

As I gazed up at that sky, I realized that I must have dreamed the whole thing -
about Donna, about drowning in a sea of her milk - it must all have been some
terrible nightmare! A sea of milk - how ridiculous! I laughed out loud, at the
sheer lunacy of it.

But my laughter was cut short - suddenly, the ground was shaking! Oh, my God! It
was an earthquake! I jumped up, and ran across the vast, empty plains, looking
for a tree, a building - anyplace where I might take refuge.

I spied a fisherman's net, some fifty yards away - it looked like it was draped
around a pair of boats. I sprinted for the boats, the ground shaking violently
beneath my feet.

I finally reached the boats; the net that covered them was tightly woven, and
higher than my head, so I couldn't see the boats - yet, I could clearly see the
shapes of their hulls, pushing through the heavy, nylon mesh. I reached up,
grabbed the net, and tried to pull it down - but it wouldn't budge! It must have
been tied to the boat.

I panicked - the tremors were coming one after another, increasing in intensity
- I didn't have time to mess with this shit! Still holding onto the net, I
started climbing up towards the deck of the boat. Using the last of my strength,
I pulled myself over the top . . .

I landed with a thud - not on a boat, but in the middle of a huge, boat shaped
net! What the hell was this - somebody's idea of a joke? Well, I wasn't laughing
- my life was at stake.

Suddenly, the ground stopped shaking. I breathed a deep sigh of relief, allowing
my body to slump down inside of the net. As I slid down, I felt something on my
back - it felt like fabric, bunching up behind me. Out of curiosity, I reached
back, and pulled out a handful of the coarse, white cloth. I turned it around,
and grabbed the material with both hands, spreading it out like a bedsheet. It
was at least six-feet long, and seemed to be some kind of a banner - there were
large, blue letters printed on it, but they were so faded, that they were
difficult to read.

The banner had three lines printed on it, one above the other. I could just make
out the first line, which read "U.S. Patent #2,476,505". I could also read the
last line: "Cincinati, Ohio, 45320." Even though the center line was printed in
larger letters, these were extremely faded, and very difficult to read:
"C...S....T...M..." . . . "costume"? The next group of letters looked like the
word "brass". It didn't make any sense . . .

All of a sudden, the letters seemed to shift into place, I saw what they spelled
out - and a chill went up my spine! It wasn't "Costume Brass" - it was "CUSTOM
BRAS"!

I looked up, and saw Donna's immense, female torso, towering above me like a
skyscraper! Hundreds of feet above me, her breasts ballooned out from her torso,
floating and bobbing in front of her like a pair of blimps - completely
eclipsing her head, neck, and shoulders from view.

Suddenly, I rememebered something she'd said earlier, the words blaring in my
brain like a warning siren: " . . .the only way I can squeeze them into this
bra, is to lay it on a table, and swing my tits into it . . ." I scrambled to
escape from the giant bra cup - but Donna had already lurched forward, and her
humongous breasts came plummeting towards me!

Tons of flesh slammed into me, knocking me flat on my back! Her gigantic boob
was weighing me down, its vast curve looming over me like the surface of a
colossal planet. My head was turned sideways, and my arms were spread out,
squashed against the giant wall of breast-flesh. I felt Donna begin to move;
with every step she took, her giant mass of breast-flesh bounced and thumped
against me. I had to find a way out of this - if I didn't think of something
soon, I would be squashed like a bug beneath Donna's giant tits!

Her huge nipple was sticking out, just next to me; it was the size of a tree
trunk, even though it was not erect - and that gave me an idea! I reached over
to the massive teat, and started massaging it with my hand; the giant stump of
flesh began to respond, swelling and stretching forth from the surface of her
breast.

I kept on rubbing, and her giant nipple kept on growing - and growing! It grew
four, five, six feet long .