Hell Hath No Fury: an Eclipse Vignette

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Hell Hath No Fury: an Eclipse VignetteHe has the virus. It had become more common over the past ten years, but thankfully the therapy has grown increasingly effective. He himself has been receiving treatments for the past six months. They make him feel lousy, weak, libidinous almost to the point of priapism – and they’ve withered his body, shrinking him several inches. An improvement, certainly, over treatments of the past which left some men less than a foot tall before fighting off the virus. But still unpleasant. Sherri, his wife, had left him about a year ago, upon discovering his affair with a younger woman. Oh, that one – a teller from the bank – was quite a looker, he recalls now wistfully. Tight little body, big fake tits. But she wanted nothing to do with him after he became sick, lost his job and, soon after, the house. She was gone in a heartbeat.Separation from Sherri was nasty. With his financial troubles, he refused to grant her the divorce. She had put up quite a fight for a while but eventually resigned herself to quietly despising him from afar.And then he got sick. He hadn’t told her anything about the disease. In fact, they hadn’t spoken – except through their attornies – since several weeks after the split, almost a year. Until, out of the blue, she called him. Why don’t we get together for dinner, she asked. What could she want? Sherri must know, Through her friends still at the bank, that the girl had left him, that he was unemployed. She sounded friendly on the phone, but he couldn’t imagine that she wanted to get back together. But, who knows?He had arrived at the restaurant first and was seated at the table waiting for her. He sees her greet the maitre’d, and walk towards the table. She looks great -long, tight black skirt, a well-cut, black wool blazer with black fur trim over a purple chenille sweater. She had always been slim and pleasantly curvy, but she seemed to be in exceptionally good shape. Were her breasts bigger? Did she get implants? She looks, as she’s approaching the table, to be a least a D-cup. He stands, politely as she arrives but swoons, his head swimming in his sickness. She thanks him with a look of concern as she sits. Their greetings are civilized, almost warm.Though he had been nursing a club soda, she orders a bottle of white wine. The conversation quickly becomes friendly and light; she makes no mention of his obviously unhealthy appearance – how pale and shrunken he must look. When the bottle arrives, a glass is poured for him – he doesn’t mount a protest but rather figures hey, what the heck, it’s just one glass of wine.Turning to the side, she removes her jacket. He tries not to stare but is taken aback by her figure in profile. Her breasts look so big, so soft beneath her tight, purple sweater. Her lips curl in a half smile; had she noticed him looking at her chest? His eyes quickly fall to the menu as he takes a nervous gulp of wine.Dinner goes along well – she’s actually become quite flirty after their first glass of wine. And he can’t help but notice how beautiful she is. Her curly hair has grown just past her shoulders, her eyes sparkle, her teeth gleam white. He drinks more than he probably should, several glasses, and is feeling almost giddy. Better than he has in months, but suddenly a bit overtook by the wine. He shouldn’t have anymore, he thinks, as she pours him another glass. She tells him that she’s heard about his sickness. “You seem to be holding up well,” she says encouragingly. As he becomes visibly woozier she asks if he’d like to leave.”Yeah, I guess I should,” he agrees. She doesn’t want him driving; she’ll take him to her new place, right down the street, until he feels better. A bit of coffee might help. “Okay,” he mumbles, as she pays the check. Her arm around his shoulders, she walks him from the restaurant. Funny, he thinks, she’s about my height. True, he had shrunk a couple of inches or so to 5’9″, and he’s stooped over, but she must be wearing heels. She talks comfortingly in his ear as she brings him out to her car. Her ataşehir escort voice is soothing, calm. The smell of her hair is lovely.Sitting in the car as she drives, he confesses to his depression regarding his sickness, to being out of work. She listens with concern. But, he admits, his evening with her has put him in a better mood. His life is so lousy – maybe they can be friends? She smiles but is quiet as they pull into the parking lot of her condo complex. Nice townhouses, he thinks, really nice.Though he claims to be feeling a bit better already, she walks him into her place and sits him down on the couch. Soon she is in with a cup of coffee, setting it in front of him. “I know you take it black…but is this okay?” He nods as he sips at the mug and, eyes wide, approves. It tastes like nothing else, fantastic. “How is it?” she asks.”It’s great, what did you do to it? Is it flavored?””My own secret recipe.” He finishes the cup quickly and, although he’s feeling drowsy rather than more alert, asks for a second. As she leaves the kitchen, he begins to drift off on the couch and is nearly asleep when she returns. He struggles to keep his eyes open as she approaches, brushes the hair from his forehead and whispers with a smile “sweet dreams….”When he drifts back into consciousness, sunlight is streaming through the blinds. Has he been here all night? He is aware of her in the room and calls her name groggily. She crouches next to him and raises a glass to his mouth. “Here, drink this,” she implores as a milky fluid passes through his lips. It has tasted similar to the coffee, yet more intense in its thick, florid sweetness. Though he is so tired, he gulps at it, taking in as much as he can before he falls once again to slumber.His craving for the creamy fluid rouses him every several times throughout the day. At some point in the early evening, he finds himself on a bed rather than the sofa. The pillow, the linens, all appear too large. She is sitting next to him on the mattress, seems huge. “Have you…called my doctor..?” he manages to ask before she fills his mouth again with the milk, easing it into his throat from an enormous glass. He is overtaken by calm and, confident that she will care for him, fall back to sleep.He awakes next full of apprehension. She is not here. She is not in the room. He needs his milk. He begins to call, to cry out her name. His voice sounds so weak, will she ever hear him? As the minute’s pass, he comes more fully around into consciousness and looks around the room. Everything is on a huge scale as if the world has grown around him. He is confused, frightened. And then she enters.Oh, she is so beautiful, he thinks. She is here to take care of me. She walks slowly into the room, cooing sweetly to him. Her hourglass profile approaches, and leans over his tiny body, displaying her firm, milky cleavage to his hungry eyes. She is dressed in a thin, black satin chemise. He raises his arms up to her and gurgles incoherently as she purrs to him. “ooooh baby…don’t cry…I’m here…I’m here…”She takes his naked body in her hands, as if picking up an infant, and cradles him to her soft breast as she sits. Lowering a strap from her shoulder, she tenderly peels the silky fabric of her negligee from her bosom and presses his head to her. Guiding his mouth to her nipple, she whispers sweet encouragements to him as she sees him sniff her skin, smelling the milk about her. He takes her in and begins to suck. The same rich milk flows into his mouth and down his throat, comforting him. At the same time, the world is dropping away from him, he feels himself becoming less. Smaller. Shrinking?Soon, his small stomach is full and he draws back from her breast. “Good boy…was that nice?” she cooed, as she holds him in her arms. She seems even larger than before, he thinks. “Now, little one, I don’t want you to fall to sleep…I have a surprise for you.”She lowers him onto the bed, tiny feet near the mattress’ edge, and kneels on the kartal escort floor aside him. Looking down at him, and he up at her, she inhales a deep breath and draws back her shoulders, showing him her big, lovely breasts. She smiles thinly and, tossing her hair over her shoulder, descends down on him. He gasps as she takes his small, stiff member fully into his mouth. “Mmmmmm…” she growls as her tongue draws itself roughly under his entire manhood. Soon she is running her full, moist lips up and down his tiny shaft, sucking and mouthing him expertly. His moans of pleasure are weak and sibilant, but bring a further smile to her face. His climax comes quickly, and she feels him pulse and throb as his tense body withers, relaxing underneath her. She sucks from him every last drop of his warm, briny fluid.She draws back from him and raises herself up on her knees. Placing one hand on either side of his shrunken body, she leans over him, placing her firm breasts to hover over his head. “You like that, honey?” she asks, “Now watch this…” And with that she begins to grow, her breasts swelling luridly above him. They become heavy and swollen and massive, filling the space between the two until they threaten to eclipse him. He watches, wide-eyed, as a fear of smothering below her weight begins to overtake him.”How do I look from down there, sweetie? Hmm?” She asks mischievously, swaying her big breasts slightly before his eyes, so close to his delicate little face. “You see, I have it, too. The virus. I’ve been taking the treatments for a few weeks now…and when I heard you had it also, well…it was too good an opportunity to pass up.”She lowers her breast a fraction of an inch, rubbing it gently over his tiny head. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, honey. To get you out of my life. Not just leave you. Not just hurt you.” She rubs the smooth, taut skin of her her breasts more firmly across him. “I’ve wanted to show you how little you really are. I want to smother you, sweetie.” She presses gently down on him. “I want to crush you. I want to crush you with my tits. I want to squash you like a g****. Like a little bug. With my breasts. I want to crush your little body with my big, soft breasts.”A pause as she waits, enjoying the moment, hoping he will start to squirm, to scream below her. But no, he is silent. Rather, she feels him stir underneath her weight and, incredibly – as if in fealty – start to lick, to kiss, to suck at the skin of her huge breast. Begging for mercy. “Oh, honey, what’s this? What’s this your doing? Ooooh…Here, let me help…” she repositions her breast, dragging her nipple down to his pleading mouth. Immediately her milk begins to flow again “What is it? Do you want to shrink some more? Do you think I’ll let you live if you do that? If you get smaller, hmm? You think that…what? I’ll start to pity you? If you get smaller? Or that I’ll want you as my little pet? Is that what you want to be? My little pet? A little pet that I keep in my bra? Where I’ll keep you warm and safe? Where you can snuggle in, under my breast? Do you want to do that, sweetie? Do you? Do you want to live in your wife’s big bra? Under her big, heavy breast, where she can keep you close?””Well, sweetie, maybe….maybe you can. Just keep sucking. That’s right, that’s a good boy. Look at you. You’re shrinking again already. What does it feel like, getting smaller like that, under your wife’s huge tit, where she could crush you so easy? Hmm?” She presses down on him, emphasizing her point. Demonstrating her weight, her power over him. “Does it make you feel safer, shrinking like that? Make you feel like, maybe, if you got small enough, I won’t hurt you? That I’ll be gentle? That I’ll show you some mercy?” She pauses, musing over him. “Or maybe you’re hoping that you’ll get small enough to just disappear. That you’ll disappear, like a speck, between my breasts. Is that what you want? To keep on shrinking? Maybe honey, just maybe. Keep sucking, keep nursing, pendik escort and maybe you’ll shrink away to nothing. Look how small you are already…I can barely see you.” It was true; he was trapped completely below her breast, obscured from view. “Here, sweetie, let’s have a look at you,” she purrs as she raises herself up slowly, her nipple slipping from his distended mouth. She peers down at him with a pleased smirk. “Oh, honey, you’re so tiny! And…I can see you getting smaller.” She giggles. “Ooooh, and look, look at you squirm, look at you reach up for me, look at you reach up for my breast. You want it back, baby? You want it back on top of you? You like the way it feels, hmm? Or the way it tastes? Maybe that’s it. Maybe you like my milk. Is that what it is? Do you like my warm, sweet milk? And my soft, heavy breasts, against your little face? Just like mommy, hmm? Ooooh…that’s it, isn’t it, honey? Yes. Yes, it is. Okay, sweetie, okay. I know. Come here, come back to me. Come back to Sherri. Come back to Sherri and her big, new boobs. You can pretend I’m your mommy. Pretend I’m your mommy as you nurse at my nipple, as you feed on my breast. Pretend I’m your big, pretty mommy while I crush you, while I smother you. Would you like that? I promise I’ll be gentle. I’ll be so gentle as I just snuff you out. I’ll make it feel oh so nice.”She descends on him again as she continues, “Now, here we go, let me settle myself back down, back on top of you. There we are, there we go, back again. All better. That’s right, there’s my nipple. Open up, open up nice and wide. There we go…good boy. Now, suck. Suck on mommy. Drink mommy’s milk like a good baby. Can you feel it again? Can you feel yourself getting smaller, shrinking away to nothing? How does it feel to be under my heavy, massive breast? You can feel me overwhelming you, can’t you? Pressing down on you, crushing you. And you can’t believe that this is how it’s going to end. Crushed, like a bug. A speck. Crushed under her heavy tit. Her big, soft, heavy tit. Your wife’s tit.”She settles down on him more heavily. “Mommy’s tit. I know honey, what you’ve always wanted. A mommy. You didn’t want a wife, you wanted a mommy. To feed you, to clean you, to take care of you. To keep you warm, safe. Well, mommy’s here, sweetie. Let her take care of you.” She rubs her breast firmly into the mattress. “Oooh, honey, I can barely feel you anymore. Are you still there. Here, let me see..where..? Oh! Look at you! You’re stuck with me. And look how big your mouth is! Here, here, let me peel you off. Oooh, come now, let go. That’s right, sweetie, there we go.””Now, baby, look at me,” she says firmly as she raises his tiny, shrunken body before her. He is so small, almost weightless, in her palm. “You should never have left me, you know,” she says with condescension as if speaking to a c***d. He can only gaze up at her dumbly. “You should never, ever have left mommy,” she continues, smiling. “But I knew you’d be back. I knew you’d come back to me. Back from that little whore with her big tits. That is why you left me, isn’t it? Her breasts?” She peers down at him unpleasantly, derisively. “You like big breasts, honey? I’ll show you big breasts…” At that she lowers him, curled fetally in her cupped hand at barely two inches tall, down towards her chest. He gasps, awestruck, as she displays her massive, overwhelming bosom. He is completely, utterly dwarfed by her huge breasts. “Here, baby,” she coos, “let’s get you in there. Good, good. I’ll just press them together a bit, so you can slip right in. Right between my breasts. Right in my cleavage. So I can see your little face. That’s good. Now, how does that feel? Nice a soft? Here, let me squeeze you a little tighter. Good, baby, good. Keep looking up at me. Just like that. I want to be the last thing you see. I want you to know that it was me that did this to you. I want you to see me smiling. I want to look into your eyes as I end you. As I end you by just squeezing you between these big, big breasts. Tighter. And tighter. Just like that. Oh, look at you, are you screaming? I can’t even hear you…Does it hurt? It does, doesn’t it? Mmmm…Your ribs are cracking, I can feel them – can you? Can you feel me breaking you? Can you feel your wife breaking you with her tits? Tighter…and tighter and…tighter…goodbye, baby…”

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