Icing Sugar
By Wembley
An old flame surprises her ex with her unusual skills and easily cuts him down to size.


The last time I saw Jana must have been shortly before I went to university. A
shapely brunette with large brown eyes, she was also tall and graceful of
movement, the product of her training as a dancer. Twenty five years later, in
a hotel bar in London, we met again purely coincidentally - I was attending a
conference, she was visiting friends in town.

It was late. We sat at the bar and had a couple of drinks. She was confident,
radiant and charming. She dressed elegantly, a figure hugging top which showed
off her ample, straining bosom, and a tight fitting skirt which clung
desperately to her curvy hips and generous thighs. I also noted she was quite
broad shouldered and the veins in her neck and hands were unusually prominent,
like an athlete's.

There was definitely an aura about her. She radiated confidence. She drew
herself closer to me and put her hand on mine. She looked into my eyes, her
gaze locked onto me and disconcerting me, and smiled. She slid off her chair
and leant towards me, whispering in my ear "Fancy a night cap ?". A bit lost
for words, I simply nodded. She turned on her heels and walked towards the
elevator.

As we climbed to the fifteenth floor, I was surprised to find our eyes were
level. I knew she was tall but not the same height, surely ? We were in her
room now, and she took off her coat. As she did so I was aghast at how
muscular her shoulders and upper arms were. Her veiny neck and hands were now
explained - she was clearly a weightlifter. I remember she had just started
working out when I last saw her. She had definitely upped her game.

She walked up to me seductively, slid her arms behind my waist and pulled me
towards her. She whispered in my ear "Try to escape". I felt confused. What
was this mind game ? What were her intentions? What if I couldn't break her
grip ? My heart was now pounding, as she tightened her hold on me. She looked
into my eyes and I felt a burst of adrenalin as I inhaled her perfume, the
room spinning, feeling slightly faint as her grip tightened once more,
squeezing my lungs now, not painfully but constricting my breathing slightly.

Her eye level was above me now as she leaned down to whisper again "You're so
weak, little one". I was now in utter panic. I reached up and placed my hands
on her biceps, with the idea of forcing them apart. As soon as my fingers
gripped her mounds of muscle I realised I had no chance. They were pulsating
rocks of solid state muscle, immovable by a much weaker male. I didn't work
out, I didn't play sports, I knew I was out of my depth now.

"Come on, tiny little man - try harder" My hands moved up to her shoulders to
see if they would budge. Thick, cords of muscle greeted my feeble fingers, too
big to grip onto. I dropped my hands to her forearms which were as hard as
baseball bats. I felt around her back which was hard as bronze and oh so wide.
Completely locked in her grip, there was no way out. Another surge of
adrenalin and her mouth was now level with my nose. How could she be growing?

"Weakling man, try harder my little pet". Her breath was hot on my face as she
looked down on me triumphantly. I felt helpless yet angry about this bodily
confinement and with a huge effort dug my nails into her biceps, hoping to
inflict pain. Nothing, not even a flinch. She smiled again and whispered "Try
harder my tiny weak thing".

"Let me give you some help". She released her right arm, which now hung by her
side, continuing to grip me with her left arm. This was my chance. I pulled
myself away from her for a moment but then felt the force of her left arm
pulling me tight to her chest and I was pinned again like a butterfly. I
couldn't believe the power she exerted from just one arm alone.

"You're not trying tiny boy" She raised her right arm so it was extended to
the side and slowly brought her fist up and a bicep the size I have never seen
exploded under the fabric of her top before my eyes. The contours of her
armpit was like a deep cavern, her shoulder a rock formation, her bicep a
boulder of enormous proportions. I let out an involuntary whimper.

"Is my little baby a bit scared?" I knew now that my best strategy was to go
along with her plan. No point resisting, she was in complete control and every
time she whispered into my ear I felt slightly smaller, weaker, becoming
somehow dependent on her. What was happening? How did she get so strong? Was
this really an accidental meeting or had she been planning it? Hundreds of
questions zinging around my mind as I melted into her cavernous armpit
overpowered by a mix of sweat and perfume so strong now, filling my nostrils
and throat, burying my face deep into it, I felt out of control, submitting to
this insanely stronger, taller, superior woman from my past.

When I pulled my face away again I realised my eyes were now level with her
chin. Was she growing or was I shrinking? Her left hand now planted itself
flat to my spine and I was lifted off my feet as she started walking towards
the bed. She let go and I tumbled back onto the bed. She pulled me by the
ankle and put her right arm under my legs, lifting me off the bed and then
swung me around, cradling me in her arms, then lowered herself onto the bed as
I came to rest on her lap.

"That's better isn't it ? Now let mummy inspect you" With that she pulled off
my trousers in one swift motion, and unbuttoned my boxer shorts. I looked at
her anxiously but she just put her finger to my mouth and pressed it gently.
"Ssssshhh. That's a good boy". She felt around inside my boxers and then
pulled out my now erect member. I looked into her eyes, and she smiled again.
"Now let's see how small we can get you" I was totally perplexed by this
comment, and watched with confusion and trepidation as she reached over to an
ice bucket on the bedside table.

Taking a handful of ice cubes in her hand she then proceeded to caress my
shaft with them. I gasped at the impact of ice on flesh, and felt stunned as
she reach further down and encircled my scrotum with ice. Then she took
another cube in her other hand and rubbed the tip of my shocked member around
and around. She was pressing the ice tightly but not painfully, the meltwater
soaking my boxers. The effect of the icy circlings was also affecting my girth
which seemed to be reducing before my eyes. I had to endure this for another
five or was it ten minutes until I was completely numb and had lost all
feeling.

I looked down at my sack which was now shrivelled and hard. My member was
laying on its side, half its erect length. Then, somewhat unexpectedly, she
put her thumb over the tip of my twinky and pressed it down and held it there,
continuing to rub the surrounding skin with ice. It had now disappeared into
my flesh ! Completely emasculated now I looked into her eyes, and she smiled
down at me. "Lost something, my little one?" she teased. She pressed harder
downwards now, but I felt nothing, completely numb and completely helpless on
her lap. She started jigging me up and down gently, and then rocking from side
to side as her thumb pushed further on down. I felt tears welling up but kept
them from falling.

A few minutes later she closed the flaps of skin over where my shaft used to
be and laid an ice pack ontop of it all. "There, now would you like a drink?"
I was thirsty, so I nodded. At this, she pulled her top over her head to
reveal her spectacular breasts supported in a mega-size black lace bra. She
slid a hand into one of the cups and produced a perfectly round bosom, which
she started to caress with another ice cube. When she reached her nipple she
held the ice there and moments later removed it to reveal a thick fat nipple
which must have been over an inch long and wide. "I think it's bigger than
yours now" she laughed as she lifted the ice pack lying on my groin. "Ooh yes.
Much bigger!"

She pulled my head to her nipple and filled my mouth with her voluminous
flesh. My instinct was to suck hard and as I did I felt something warm trickle
down my throat. Oh my god! I was suckling on her! How shaming, yet so
arousing!

She took out her other breast, repeating the nipple erection trick and plunged
my face deep into it. Gorging on her I felt dizzy, weak but elated. When she
released my head she leant down to kiss me on my lips, looking into my eyes,
holding me tightly to her.

"Feel me, touch me little one" she purred. I couldn't help myself, running my
hands feverishly over her shoulders, biceps, back, lats, thighs and neck, in
awe of her sheer size and athleticism. A goddess. Power oozing from every inch
of her body. Dominant. Superior in physique and intellect, there was no doubt.
I was the weaker by far.

"You've been a good boy, my weakling. So now I'd like to reward you". I felt
myself being lifted again with such ease and dropped gently on the bed. She
removed all her clothing, slid onto the bed and was now above me, gently
pressing her body to mine, pulling herself up so my face was between her
breasts again, then pulling herself further up so I was kissing her belly. Now
she shifted up again and I came face to face with her.....I....I...don't know
how to describe it....it was...impossible...so...I...i...it was just huge,
hanging there between her legs - the biggest cherry I had seen and will ever
see. I had to taste it, have it, like a magic fruit dangling in front of my
mouth.

She drove it into my gaping mouth before I could do anything, deeper and
deeper into the back of my mouth it went, filling completely my oral cavity,
almost choking me as I drank at her salty altar. Towering above me she looked
down at her weak prey, now completely consumed and absorbed in her gigantic
womanhood. She started to ride back and forth now, enjoying seeing the red
faced, wide eyed weakling between her legs which were slowly tightening with
each grind. Delirious with passion, short of air, I felt a darkness close in
on me.

I don't know when I actually passed out but I awoke to see her by my side
caressing my cheek with her hand. "I need to give you something now my tiny
baby". And with that she lifted my legs up so they were draped over each of
her shoulders. I was upside down now, looking up at her smiling face which
hovered above the ice pack which was still in its place. She removed it to
reveal a flat mound of skin. She pulled the skin flaps away gently and took
out between her thumb and index finger my thin, tiny little cocklet and
started to rub it slowly up and down. The mixture of pain, shame and pleasure
I was feeling was indescribable. She must have squeezed it thinner as well as
pressing it shorter, and so it was several times smaller and thinner than
before. A hardening miniature replica of what I had before!

To my astonishment she then took another ice cube and inserted it carefully
and slowly into my ...my...my...posterior. Then another. And another. The
feeling was unreal. She now had complete control of my sexual organs and was
slowly bringing me to climax between her two fingers while prodding the ice
further into my rear. "How do you feel?" she asked. I found my voice.
"Completely destroyed but insanely aroused' I replied. "Oh my poor little
weakling - I'm having so much fun making you mine again. You're so cute and
your tiny little shrimp is just divine".

She started to rub a bit faster now, bringing me to the verge of climaxing.
Then she stopped. Smiling again she put her lips to my tiny shaft enveloping
it with her thick long tongue, which must have been at least five times it's
volume. It was her turn to suck on me now as her lascivious tongue explored
every millimetre of my pathetic pole. A few seconds more and I experienced the
most intense climax ever.

"Shall we do this again tomorrow ?" she said casually as she draped me into
the bed. "It's ok, you'll almost be back to normal size by then". I could only
nod, bathed in sweat, quivering in frightened adoration of my new owner.