Anomalies in female growth

whenwomenarebigger:

“Isn’t that nice sweetie? It have been such a long time since we went to the beach like this, together…”

“U-uh, y-yes…” He answered timidly, trying to hide his obvious erection from me and the other people that went for a walk.

I watched him slowly degenerating into a sub-human while i turned into a goddess. Everyday i woke up a bit bigger, a bit stronger, a bit smarter… I never felt tired anymore, always bursting with energy, ready to take on the entire world by myself. Him on the other hand… So small, so weak, so fragile… Getting more susceptible to my ever-growing charms. His shrunken body was cursed with a constant erection whenever he was in my presence. Of course i could relieve him from his urges regularly, which i did. But even then he couldn’t perform a simple task anymore without an image of my outrageous body haunting his mind, bringing his erection hard once more.

Honey was hit hard by the Great Growth, he couldn’t live by himself now. He can’t read anymore, he can’t cook, nothing, he sometimes even need my help to put his clothes on! He was entirely dependent on me, without any alternative, he was mine. 

I watched him trying to clumsily follow me around, stumbling in the sand. With his little legs he couldn’t quite keep up with me, i slowed down the pace but even then every steps required infinitely more efforts for him than for me. I could tell he was nervous, being outside, other people could see him, the things they would say about him, how small, how frail he is… And his erection, so hard, so hard… Despite awkwardly trying to cover it, i could see it in his pleading eyes , he couldn’t help himself, he needed me, my presence was already too much for him.

I stood on my tip toes next to him, looking over my shoulder at my tiny husband. It made me feel big, so powerful.

“Is something wrong, sweetie?” I didn’t even needed his answer, i knew, i knew everything about him. From the way he breath, move, his fleeing eyes, he was such a simple little thing, so easy to decipher. 

“H-honey i-i…” I know sweetie, i know… I am so big, so beautiful… It drive you crazy. Your little dick… You can’t control it anymore, you can’t control anything… You just want to cum, you need to cum and only me can help you with it. Yet you are so scared, so afraid to ask, you feel so worthless, so pathetic. You think you don’t deserve it, you think you deserve to suffer, guilty of being weak. Poor little, little man…

“You can tell me, honey, you can tell me everything.” I feel bad for what i am doing. I know it is so hard for him, everything is so hard. I know what he want, what he need. I could so easily help him, hug him tightly, his little head snuggled between my giant breasts, warm and safe. And i would make him cum and cum and cum… He want it, he want it so badly and i want it too… But no, not like this, i want to see him beg, i want to see him… Suffer?

“H-honey… Ho-o… H-honey…” His little voice was just a whimper. I was crushing him, breaking him just by standing in front of him, a giantess in front of a little man.

“Yes?” I feigned ignorance again. I could end it, i could end it now but i didn’t, it was my cruel, guilty pleasure of knowing i was so much superior to him. 

“H-help… Hel-l…” He was shaking now, he was close, so close.

“Hmmm?” The evil bitch in me decided to pursue his torment. I took a deep breath and trusted my chest as far as i could, my bra protested as the straps dug in my flesh. I didn’t cared anymore, just look at me honey, look at how big i am, look at how much better i am than you, look at the goddess you just created… Now cum little thing, cum for your goddess, make me big, make me bigger.

Unsurprisingly, he immediately grabbed my leg, humping it like a dog, helplessly emptying his little balls in his pants. I watched him whimper as each spurts of cum made his shrunken body convulse. So little, so weak, weak, weak… What was left of his strength left him as his orgasm subsided, i caught him before he fell on the sand, exhausted. I picked up his tiny body in my arms and cuddled him against my breasts. God he was so small, my tits must have looked so humongous next to him. I felt bad about it, tormenting him like that, i could have made it much easier, much more pleasurable… But i didn’t, i wanted to watch him struggle, i wanted to watch him being helpless and desperate.

“My poor, little baby. It’s okay, i’m proud of you, mommy’s proud of her little boy… Just cuddle against my breast, honey, it’s so soft, so warm, so safe here… My little boy…”

A wave a sadness flooded me. I knew it wouldn’t stop here, he would keep shrinking, smaller, weaker… And i would grow, so much bigger, so much powerful. I was afraid, afraid of losing control over myself, afraid that the… Thing i became would consume him. I will resist, i will fight myself to protect him… But deep inside me, i knew, it’s only a matter of time.