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Part 3 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…

Art done by the wonderful and talented Marmotap. You can check them out here: www.deviantart.com/marmotap

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“Tell me, you remember my bra size don’t you?” I ask. His brain is absolutely fried right now, but it’s important that I push him. “Tell Mommy her bra size honey.”

“D-d-duh…” He struggles. Oh my Gosh, so cute! He’s stuttering so much! And shaking like a leaf… “D-Double G.”

“That’s right!” I praise, “38 Double G. That’s so big isn’t it? Do you know of any other woman with boobies that big?”

He shakes his head, pathetically, his little face rubbing into my breast.

“That’s right, Mommy is very, very big... And just think... after tomorrow she’s just going to get even bigger…” He lets out a loud moan at that, and he bucks his hips in my grasp. God he’s so close I can feel it. I keep up my stroking, speeding up ever so slightly in order to drive him even closer.

“How big do you think I’ll get? A J-cup? K? Bigger than that? Gosh, and I’m going to get even taller too, so big… How long do you think it’ll take me to break 7 feet? I don’t think long, considering I’m so close already… and my hips, my thighs... they’re getting thicker too aren’t they?” I ask rhetorically, knowing he’s far too gone to reply.

“Yes, they are…” I answer for him, “So big and so soft, just like the rest of me… So much bigger than my little man. And just think, when I get even bigger, and you get even smaller, you’ll be able to just bury your little face in between them.” He moans pathetically at that, his body jerking and writhing weakly. I’ve struck a chord, I realize, he must have thought of this before...

“Yes Honey, you’d be nice and safe there… safe with Mommy… tucked nice and deep when the world gets to be too much for you… and… oh, oh!”

There he goes! Squirt squirt, Haha! Letting out the most pitiable little cries and moans. I milk him through his climax - Goodness, it’s a big one!

“There we go Honey, That’s it… get all that nasty cum out, Mommy doesn’t mind one bit.” I keep stroking and cooing, making sure it’s so nice for him as he humps and bucks and thrashes. Rope after rope of thick, sticky cum shoots out of his little penis, splattering against me, the sofa and the wall behind us. For a little guy he sure has a lot of cum! He’s making an absolute mess of things but that’s okay, I know he can’t help it.
“Shh, shh, shh…” I hush him, his little cries lessen in volume and his body starts to go slack. “There honey, that’s better…”

All the tension in his body leaves, and I can tell he’s getting sleepy now. That’s okay, perfect actually… I think it’s time for bedtime.

“Up we go baby…” I stand with him in my arms. I’m carrying him no problem, just like I said I could. He’s just a tiny little thing to me now, after all, and I’ve gotten so strong. I carry my sleepy boy over into our bedroom, and I peel the rest of his clothes off before setting him down gently - so, so gently - down on our extra soft, king-sized bed. I love how big it is, large enough for a big girl like me to cuddle up nice and tight with her little man.

I crawl in next to him, wrapping my arms around his little body and pulling him in close. He’s already asleep, out cold in fact, and I can feel his steady breathing tickle my bare skin. I pull him up onto me, shushing his sleepy little whines as I settle him into me, right where he belongs, his face buried in my chest.
“There we go…” I whisper softly, “Snug like a bug in a rug.” I hope he dreams about me. I want to be there for him always.

“Isn’t that nice honey? It can be like this every day when you get smaller…” I promise, looking forward to keeping it. I just sit like this for a while, too excited to sleep. I just stare at him, draw circles in his little mop of hair with my fingers while his penis throbs against my thigh. Even when he’s sleeping, even after cumming less than ten minutes ago he’s still so hard, moaning my name in his sleep. It’s so funny, so cute… He’s such a little fibber…

It’s times like these that reaffirm my decision, make me sure that what I’m doing is right. He loves it so much - being smaller, weaker than me. Despite how much he whines and protests he likes it when I take control and boss him around. He likes it when I lord my size over him. It turns him on, and he’s absolutely helpless to resist. Even when he’s awake it’s easy to tell, but when he’s asleep like this he’s a completely open book. Feeling his little hand bury itself in my breast, hearing him whisper my name, hearing him call me - Oh God - Mommy...

He wants this. He wants it so bad and so do I. I want to get bigger for him, I want to be all that he ever thinks about, and when he resists I want to be the one that forces him. He’s much too small, too weak to stop me. I’ve grown too big, too strong. Mommy Lisa is in charge of everything now.

My mind drifts, thinking about the future, what our life together will be like in just a few short weeks as the procedure takes effect yet again. How small will he get this time, I wonder. The size of a toddler? A baby? A deep yearning stirs in me as I think about holding him in my arms, the size of a newborn infant. Other, stranger thoughts well up in me at the thought of that, needs that I’ve never felt before. Is this instinct? This deep, primal feeling... I want to hold him like this forever, but at the same time I can’t wait for what’s to come.

Eventually though my thoughts slow along with my heartbeat, and with my tiny little husband in my arms I join him in the blissful void of sleep.

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Part 3 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…

Description

Part 3 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…

Art done by the wonderful and talented Marmotap. You can check them out here: www.deviantart.com/marmotap

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“Tell me, you remember my bra size don’t you?” I ask. His brain is absolutely fried right now, but it’s important that I push him. “Tell Mommy her bra size honey.”

“D-d-duh…” He struggles. Oh my Gosh, so cute! He’s stuttering so much! And shaking like a leaf… “D-Double G.”

“That’s right!” I praise, “38 Double G. That’s so big isn’t it? Do you know of any other woman with boobies that big?”

He shakes his head, pathetically, his little face rubbing into my breast.

“That’s right, Mommy is very, very big... And just think... after tomorrow she’s just going to get even bigger…” He lets out a loud moan at that, and he bucks his hips in my grasp. God he’s so close I can feel it. I keep up my stroking, speeding up ever so slightly in order to drive him even closer.

“How big do you think I’ll get? A J-cup? K? Bigger than that? Gosh, and I’m going to get even taller too, so big… How long do you think it’ll take me to break 7 feet? I don’t think long, considering I’m so close already… and my hips, my thighs... they’re getting thicker too aren’t they?” I ask rhetorically, knowing he’s far too gone to reply.

“Yes, they are…” I answer for him, “So big and so soft, just like the rest of me… So much bigger than my little man. And just think, when I get even bigger, and you get even smaller, you’ll be able to just bury your little face in between them.” He moans pathetically at that, his body jerking and writhing weakly. I’ve struck a chord, I realize, he must have thought of this before...

“Yes Honey, you’d be nice and safe there… safe with Mommy… tucked nice and deep when the world gets to be too much for you… and… oh, oh!”

There he goes! Squirt squirt, Haha! Letting out the most pitiable little cries and moans. I milk him through his climax - Goodness, it’s a big one!

“There we go Honey, That’s it… get all that nasty cum out, Mommy doesn’t mind one bit.” I keep stroking and cooing, making sure it’s so nice for him as he humps and bucks and thrashes. Rope after rope of thick, sticky cum shoots out of his little penis, splattering against me, the sofa and the wall behind us. For a little guy he sure has a lot of cum! He’s making an absolute mess of things but that’s okay, I know he can’t help it.
“Shh, shh, shh…” I hush him, his little cries lessen in volume and his body starts to go slack. “There honey, that’s better…”

All the tension in his body leaves, and I can tell he’s getting sleepy now. That’s okay, perfect actually… I think it’s time for bedtime.

“Up we go baby…” I stand with him in my arms. I’m carrying him no problem, just like I said I could. He’s just a tiny little thing to me now, after all, and I’ve gotten so strong. I carry my sleepy boy over into our bedroom, and I peel the rest of his clothes off before setting him down gently - so, so gently - down on our extra soft, king-sized bed. I love how big it is, large enough for a big girl like me to cuddle up nice and tight with her little man.

I crawl in next to him, wrapping my arms around his little body and pulling him in close. He’s already asleep, out cold in fact, and I can feel his steady breathing tickle my bare skin. I pull him up onto me, shushing his sleepy little whines as I settle him into me, right where he belongs, his face buried in my chest.
“There we go…” I whisper softly, “Snug like a bug in a rug.” I hope he dreams about me. I want to be there for him always.

“Isn’t that nice honey? It can be like this every day when you get smaller…” I promise, looking forward to keeping it. I just sit like this for a while, too excited to sleep. I just stare at him, draw circles in his little mop of hair with my fingers while his penis throbs against my thigh. Even when he’s sleeping, even after cumming less than ten minutes ago he’s still so hard, moaning my name in his sleep. It’s so funny, so cute… He’s such a little fibber…

It’s times like these that reaffirm my decision, make me sure that what I’m doing is right. He loves it so much - being smaller, weaker than me. Despite how much he whines and protests he likes it when I take control and boss him around. He likes it when I lord my size over him. It turns him on, and he’s absolutely helpless to resist. Even when he’s awake it’s easy to tell, but when he’s asleep like this he’s a completely open book. Feeling his little hand bury itself in my breast, hearing him whisper my name, hearing him call me - Oh God - Mommy...

He wants this. He wants it so bad and so do I. I want to get bigger for him, I want to be all that he ever thinks about, and when he resists I want to be the one that forces him. He’s much too small, too weak to stop me. I’ve grown too big, too strong. Mommy Lisa is in charge of everything now.

My mind drifts, thinking about the future, what our life together will be like in just a few short weeks as the procedure takes effect yet again. How small will he get this time, I wonder. The size of a toddler? A baby? A deep yearning stirs in me as I think about holding him in my arms, the size of a newborn infant. Other, stranger thoughts well up in me at the thought of that, needs that I’ve never felt before. Is this instinct? This deep, primal feeling... I want to hold him like this forever, but at the same time I can’t wait for what’s to come.

Eventually though my thoughts slow along with my heartbeat, and with my tiny little husband in my arms I join him in the blissful void of sleep.

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Part 3 - www.deviantart.com/doubleburge…