Heather's Online Endeavors By Stewy Disclaimer: This is not to be red by anyone under 18 or offended by sexual content. This is unedited. I've been real busy lately so don't expect much. Heather's Online Endeavors By Stewy When you're a dwarf, life is bit different, but you learn to make the best of it. Despite my two and a half foot stature, I was wealthy, self-confident, independent, and generall well-liked. I didn't really have much of a problem scoring with women and spring break was no exception. That was when I met Heather. Me and my dwarven buddy James had been having a fantastic time that entire week. Although not every night had been succesful, we more or less went home with a different woman every other night. Our classic line that seemed to draw attention was, "Have any of you ever been with a dwarf before?" It seemed to make women curious. It also helped that I was hung like a mule, bigger then most fully grown men. One night we met these 3 extremely hot women on the street after we had finished downing a few beers at a pub. One blond and two brunettes were dressed to kill with their faces done up in makeup. Two be honest, they looked rather slutty. One wore a nurses outfit, another was dressed up like a cat, and the blonde like a catholic schoolgirl, her white blouse tied together in the front, not shy about exposing the heavy white lace bra that contained an incredible pair of D-cups. I singled out the blonde, who was defenitely the hottest while James hooked up with the other two. Heather was struck dumb when she saw my size in her hotel room. Her posh face that reeked of ex-highschool valley girl slash cheerleader fame opened wide and grew slack as if injected with novocain. Her already wide blue eyes expanded to be even wider. Seeing women's reactions to my overgrown manhood never got old for me, though Heather was particularly entranced by it. Perhaps she had never seen one so big, or perhaps she couldn't believe that a two and a half foot tall dwarf could possibly be so large. After that, I didn't have to go out looking for women at clubs. Though I would go out with James and watch him spanking women's asses on the dance floor, I lingered at the bar and usually we seperated as the night went on. I found my cell phone getting bombarded by calls from Heather. I would ignore the first couple calls and listen to her eager messages with a smile on my face. "God, some women are so clingy." I thought to myself. I would always answer eventually, I couldn't resist her curvaceous blonde body that was there for the taking. After all, she WAS the hottest girl I had hooked up with the entire break. I fucked her without regret, knowing I was only going to have the next few days to have incredible sex with her gorgeous body before spring break ended and we went back home. Something changed on the last night though. Heather seemed eager to know where I lived. Was she actually thinking about starting a relationship with me? As it turned out, she coincidentally lived 2 hours away from me in a small college town. She said "Maybe I should come visit you sometime?" with hopefullness. Though I wasn't so sure about it. Heather was extremely hot no doubt, but let's just say we didn't exactly have the most stimulating conversations. She seemed to have no sense of humor and I couldn't remember having made her laugh a single time in the 3 nights we were together. It was less than half a week that I had arrived back home when Heather began calling me. She informed me that she would be in my area the weekend after next and that we should get together. Seeing it as a good opportunity to get some baggage free ass, I didn't decline. The sex was fantastic as always, but having to talk to her really sucked. I didn't care for her much and our conversations were empty, boring, and at times, painful for me. Having to make small talk with her was a grueling challange. I didn't care THAT much though, it was all about the sex. Having to put up with her for a little bit in order to fuck her lithe curvy body was worth it. Though she left and we both went back to our lives, Heather kept calling me. I didn't have much to say to her over the phone, but she insisted that she come down to visit me again sometime. A few weeks later, she left a message on my phone telling me that she had gotten a job 15 minutes away from where I lived and would be moving into my area. This made me uncomfortable. I was sure that she wouldn't move that far just for me. I mean, moving closer to the city was the trend these days and everyone was doing it. There were better jobs here even though the cost of living was so much higher. What made me uncomfortable is that I wasn't really interested in having a relationship with her. I didn't really even like her, but my penis sure did. It was my smaller head that ended up getting me into trouble. Before I knew it, I was going out with Heather. We were fucking just about every night. It was probably the best sex I had ever had too. She wasn't phenomenal in bed or anything, I mean, she was pretty damn good, but it was more just the fact that she was so hot that made the sex great. After a few weeks though, I began to see Heather's true colors. She wasn't a very good person. You know how when you first meet people you're meeting their representative? Well, Heather turned out to be a bit less nice then I thought she was. She began talking negatively about other people for accidents, like when they bumped into her, when they were in her way. She was really impatient and high-chinned. She really liked to feed her ego too. It was at that time that she stopped letting me be on top. She decided she wanted to be the one doing the fucking, despite the fact that she was so heavy to me. When you're 2'5", a 5'7" woman seems pretty damn big. Though it never really got to the point of being painful, I would have called it off if the sex hurt after all. No, it ended up still being really good, though I liked being the one in control, I didn't mind a little change of pace every once and a while, but she began refusing to let me be on top all together. As the weeks went by, things just got worse and worse. Heather began to speak her mind entirely, and I found her materialistic view of life to be kind of pathetic. She actually began telling me the kind of clothes she thought I should be wearing. She even suggested that she dress me. Who the hell did she think she was? I began thinking that maybe my dwarfdom was causing her to think I wasn't a fully grown man or something. She grew bossier each day that passed. Still, I couldn't complain about the sex. Rather then fucking me, she began blowing me, tit-fucking me and jerking me off more and more often. She loved my dick. Maybe a little too much. But the worst part about going out with her was just how damn clingy she was. Her constant phone calls were really bothersome. To make matters worse when I ignored her calls she would ask me why in an annoyed tone whenever we got together. Thoughts of breaking up with her began dominating my mind, but every time I thought of getting rid of her, I thought of the fantastic sex. The war between my two heads waged on for the next month. My brain wanted desperately to break up with her, but my dick kept saying "No, No, No." I just couldn't take it anymore, the agony of listening to her talk became too much. My dick actually began to agree that we should move on and find somebody else, despite her hotness. The night that we went to Culiano's, one of the finest most expensive restaurants around, I decided I was going to tell her. I was through with her. "Troy... Troy?" Heather's voice asked, sounding annoyed. "Wuh? Oh yeah. Yeah I agree." I responded, having snapped out of a daydream. "I KNOW right? So I like told him, oh my god, get out of my way." she said with a valley girl accent. "Heh." I pretended to be amused, feigning a half smile. Really I was just staring at the neckline of her dress. Her red gown exposed a healthy amount of cleavage between her hefty healthy breasts that wobbled slightly with her exagerated hand motions as she spoke. Her shoulder length bright blonde hair was pulled back into some beautiful looking hairstyle with a black spike of some sort poking through it to hold it together. "This place is like SO great Troy." she told me, her eyes narrowing on me as she nibbled at her salad. I smiled silently at her as I felt her hose covered foot brush against the inside of my calf before trailing upward against my leg under the tablecloth. "Do I tell her now?" I thought to myself. "But wait," my dick began to argue, "Think of the sex we'll get for taking her here." "No no," my brain retorted, "We'll have to talk to her afterwards." "Grrrr, yeah. You have a point." My dick agreed. "Let's get this over with so we can find somebody else quicker." Finally, with my dick and brain in unison, there was no time to waste. I pushed her foot off of my leg and she looked at me curiously, smiling wider and bringing her foot back up against me, sliding agressively up my thigh. "Heather," I began to protest as he her toes scrunched their way up my thigh. I grabbed her foot again and pushed it off. "Heather." I repeated, seeming to have somewhat caught her attention. It was difficult to get her horney mind of sex once she started getting randy. She tilted her head inquisitively at me. "This isn't working for me Heather." I said plain and outright. "What isn't?" she asked, forking a piece of lettuce into her mouth. I was sure the thought that somebody would want to break up with her hadn't even occured to her egotistical brain. "This. Us." I said simply. *Clang* she dropped her fork into her plate as she looked over at me with a look of shock and mirth. "What are you saying Troy?" she asked, already knowing the answer. I scanned the room and looked around at all the people eating at their own tables. My face cringed at the possible scene Heather could make. Knowing it was best to get it overwith I continued. "I think we should break up." I informed her. Heather clucked out a short exhale of disbelief, her jaw hanging low. "You're breaking up with ME?" she asked thickly. "I think it's for the best Heather." I insisted. "Woh woh, like, SLOW down for a minute. WHAT exactly is the problem?" she asked, a look of serious concern on her face. "Well, for one, we have nothing in common." I stated firmly. "That is sooo not true." she replied defiantly. "Ok, name two things we have in common." I challanged her. "We both love sex and we both think I'm hot." she said as if it was a great answer, sitting up straighter to emphasize the size of her chest. "She's got a point." my dick blurted out, "Listen to her." "She tried to dress us!" my brain retorted. "Shit, the bitch has got to go!" my penis suddenly changed it's attitude. I rolled my eyes. Finding her comment both telling and humorous. "Yeah well, there are other things in life besides sex." I told her, attempting to find some kind of grip on this conversation while not really believing my own words. "Like what?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "Was she serious?" I wondered. "Look..." I began before being interrupted. "No, wait Troy. Why don't we just take a month off? Give you some time to think about it?" she suggested. I could tell she was trying her damndest to keep us from breaking up. "She must really like us or something." my brain spoke. "It's ME she really likes." said my penis. "I know." responded my brain agreeingly. "We should agree. It'll be even easier to dump her after a month of not being in contact." my brain reasoned. "Ok Heather. After tonight we'll take a month off." I agreed. We finished our dinner, but the night seemed to take an eternity. An awkward energy was in the air. Heather was obviously upset. Not that I could do anything about it. When she drove me home she insisted on giving me a goodbye blowjob to give me something to think about over the next month. Believing it to be harmless I agreed. Probably not a smart thing to do. In retrospect, a very bad decision. That blowjob was epic. It defenitely stained my memory. As the days ticked by, I found myself thinking of her swollen lips passing up and down my length. Her big face in my lap licking and lapping at my balls before swallowing me in full. It was one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. Her words when she was done swallowing me echoed in my head. "When we get back together, I'll do that for you... every... day. I promise." I thought Heather was a little too confident that we would get back together. I didn't think there was anything that could make me change my mind. I hated how bossy she was and I had the feeling that there was even more too her than she was letting on. What if I had kept going out with her and things had gotten even worse? I shuddered at the thought of her trying to dress me on regular occasion. Then I laughed at the ridiculous thought of her even suggesting it. Half expecting her to have called right away, I was suprised when she didn't call me until two weeks later, halfway through our supposed month break. The James Bond theme began playing in my pocket at home as I typed on my computer, working on my latest novel. I pulled it out and pressed the "SEND" button. "Hello." I said apathetically. "Hellooooo." a woman's soft sexy high pitched voice said, sounding gitty. "Uh... Hi. Who is this?" I asked, not knowing who this incredible sexy femenine voice belonged to. Just having heard one word already had me thinking about sex. "It's me silly. Heather." said the high pitched voice perkily. "Heather?!?!" I said in disbelief. "You sound... uh... different." I commented. "Really? I do?" she asked. "Yeah. Is this really Heather?" I asked, honestly thinking it was somebody else messing with me. Heather's voice was much deeper than this. Heather sighed on the other side of the line. "Of COURSE it's me." her ultra-femenine voice ensured. "God damn." my penis exclaimed to my brain, stirring in my pants. The mere sound of her voice was getting me hot and bothered. Despite her voice, her words hinted to the fact that it actually was her. "What happened to your voice?" I asked her. "Hrmmm?" her soft voice lilted, "I donno, maybe it was something I swallowed." she informed me. My penis heavily responded to her incredibly sexy voice as it uttered her last word. "Right." I agreed sarcastically. Something told me she was up to something. I tried to keep my tone and my words as straight as possible, though I was defenitely aroused. "Have you been thinking about what I told you?" she asked me. Her question felt like an iron prod poking at me. I was confident I knew what she was referring to, though I wish she hadn't brought it up. I sensed that she somehow knew my plight and was playing to her advantages as best as she could. "What do you mean?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "I'm talking about what I told you after I gave you a blowjob in my car." she informed me. "God!" my dick screamed. "HER VOICE IS SO SEXY!" "Shutup!" my brain scolded. "Maintain yourself!" "Oh." I replied, not really caring to answer her. Hearing me pause she spoke again. "I meant it Troy. I'll do it every day, I promise." she said, sounding almost desperate. "Can we talk about something else?" I asked, trying desperately the change the subject. Thinking sexual thoughts about Heather was a terrible idea. "Suuuure." she replied. "God damnit!" my dick yelped as it rose to full attention. It didn't seem to matter what she said, her voice was so damned hot. "I was thinking we should meet at Culiano's again in a couple weeks." she suggested. "Why?" I asked, ruthlessly negative towards her attempt to get back together. "So we can talk." she informed me. "Well..." I began. "You wouldn't break up with me over the phone would you?" she asked in a sweet Shirley Temple voice. I wanted to just say "OF COURSE! IT'S OVER!" but it would have made me feel like shit. "No, of course not. How about 8 o'clock." I suggested. I wasn't a coward. I had the balls to break up with her to her face. "Sure, but I can't give you a ride. You'll have to take a cab and I'll meet you there." she informed me. At this point my hand was drifting to my swollen rod while my brain mustered the willpower to keep me from jerking it right then and there. "Oh... ok." I replied. "So... Troy..." she began, her voice dropping to a mischivous tone. "Yeah." I said, sounding annoyed. "You haven't been thinking about me at ALL in the past couple weeks?" she asked. I sighed purposefully into the phone. "Heather..." I began before being interupted. "Because I've been thinking of YOU Troy. I can't stop thinking about how good you tasted the last time I swallowed you." her femenine voice lilted with seduction. "Look, I've gotta go." I said plainly. "Nooooooo." he soft sexy voice pleaded. "You should stay... and... talk..." her words rolled off her tongue and I my dick was harder than cement. "Bye Heather." *Beep* my cell phone uttered as I pressed the "END" button. "FFFUUUUUU@@@@@@@##########!!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs with my arms outword, clenching my hands into fists as I stared up at the ceiling. Thank god my neighbors were so far away. I got up and dashed into the bathroom with my pants tenting ridiculously outward. I grabbed 4 tissues off the back of the toilet as I unzipped my pants to set free my oversized penis. I jerked off with reckless abandon, replaying the sounds of Heather's voice and imagining her incredible body. I cursed out a long string of obsenaties as I spanked myself without restraint. ______________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________ The next few days, I tried to work and finish my book, but found myself constantly distracted with sexual thoughts of Heather. I couldn't help it. Whatever had happened to her voice really changed things for me. I was having trouble getting over how sexy it sounded. My imagination made her say dirty things to me as I masturbated. This was major trouble, if I couldn't learn to control myself, I would dig this hole deeper and end up having to put up with Heather's annoying, clingy, boring, bossy, bitchy ass to get the sex I longed for. "NO!" My brain cried, no longer in unison with my penis, who was entranced by her voice. When she called the next time 3 days later, I found myself interested in talking to her a little longer. Despite the sour conversation, I didn't mind listening to her talk quite as much. I wasn't sure, but it sounded like her voice had changed again, growing slightly higher pitched. There was no way to be sure. "What the hell would change somebody's voice like that?" I wondered. It was more than obvious that she had done SOMETHING. But my mind couldn't come up with anything. I had never heard of any kind of voice surgery. Unless it was some kind of bizarre female thing, like a late developement or 2nd puberty or something. I had no idea, I was making up ridiculous scenarios to try and explain it. A week away from our "date," she called me again. This time I couldn't control myself and I stroked myself while we spoke. I figured it was harmless since there was no way she could see what I was doing. She seemed to be interested in putting sexual thoughts in my mind. I was sure she could hear the arousal coursing through my voice when she teased me on the phone. I was almost done with my book, but I couldn't quite come up with an ending. I was so enrapt in my work that I almost forgot it was D-day. Realizing I only had an hour before my presence was required at Culiano's, I took a quick shower and slapped on some formal attire and phoned a cab. On the way over there I practiced honing my will-power. "She's not right for you." my brain told me. "She doesn't even see you as a real man." it emphasized. "Boobs. Big boobs." my penis retorted. "Fu@# you, she's a shallow slut." my brain barked. "Biiiiig boobs. That ASS. And... that voice..." said my penis. "Yeah, that ass, that's going to be telling you what to eat and slapping firetruck undies on your sorry dwarf ass if you're not careful. Let's find ourselves a nice woman whose personality isn't quite as potent eh?" reasoned my brain. "Hrmmmmmm." my penis debated. "Ok, but only if you're quick about it. I'm hungry." "Right." my brain agreed right as the cab pulled up to the restaurant. I tipped the cabby heavily and stepped out up to the hostess. She peered down over her podium and tried her damndest to not react to the dwarf standing down below her. "Your name?" asked the short aubern-haired hostess asked sweetly. "Lispon." I said officially, causing her to scan her list with her finger. "Right this way please." the hostess said warmly. I followed the attractive sway of her butt in her short black skirt as she walked me to a small 2 person table all the way in the corner. "Great." I told her, looking up at her face with a smile as she waited for me to pull myself up into the the chair. "What a nice little corner table." my mind thought. "Nice and tucked off into the corner." For me it would be much easier without being closely surrounded by a bunch of people. The hostess placed a menu on the red tableclothed table in front of me before setting down to glasses of ice water. "I..." I began. "I'll see her to your table as soon as she arrives." the hostess interjected, obviously on top of her job. I smiled and nodded with a chuckle as she gave me a warm smile and sauntered off. I helped myself to the view of her backside as she left. "Ok Troy. Stay on target." my brain reminded me, calling my focus. I scanned the room and looked at all the different couples eating their intimate expensive dinners. All of them were high rollers. Succesful businesmen, stock brokers, CEO's of company's, and even the occasional celebrity. Being a well known author, I didn't feel the slightest bit out of place in this classy joint. My peripheral vision caught a light baby blue blur of movement to my left and I turned my head as I sipped at my glass of water. My head quickly jutted downward and the water and my mouth slid back out into my glass as I absorbed the sight that approached me. Heather was wearing a revealing light baby blue dress that was tight on the top around her chest, dipping downward to show off her ample charms as it pressed them upward and out, but loose on the bottem, the material loosely falling around her legs, stopping halfway down her thighs. Her hair was let down and her face was done up with subtle make-up. Thought her outfit, hair, and make-up was very elegant, that wasn't what had made me spit out my drink. In the distance a man in a tux's date grew frustrated with him as his eyes drifted to Heather's body as she passed by on her way to my table. The reason my eyes were as wide as possible, the reason I sat completely stunned in my chair was that Heather had grown. Not just slightly, Heather had grown a lot. At first I had spilled my water because I thought she had gotten breast implants, but now I had realized that all of her was bigger. She must have been at least 3 or 4 inches taller. Heather's chest had grown well beyond the healthy D-cups I remembered her having. Those breasts quaked and shook with her footsteps as her matching light blue heels clicked softly across the floor, her expanded hips bouncing side to side as she stared at me with an excited smile. Her peach colored thighs had thickened, her arms were larger, her face even looked more striking. She was entirely radiant, and an aura of confidence eminated off of her. My hypnotic daze was broken as she lifted up her arms in a "hug me" gesture. My face grew nervous and paved itself with angst as I stood up onto my chair. Heather bent down and down and gently draped her arms around me, pushing her comparitively huge head over my shoulder. I gasped inwardly as I felt her enormous breast press gently into my torso. Her alluring perfume wafted into my nostrils. I nodded nervously when she pulled back and sat down across from me. "How ARE you?" she asked me. I noticed that her lips had inflated and grown more fat and plush as her words danced through them. Her voice had changed even more from our last conversation, and was even more intoxicating in person. "Uhhhh... Good, Good." I nodded awkwardly. Her presence was so powerful, I found myself stealing glance after glance at her plunging neckline. "You uhhh..." I began, my voice cracking as I spoke, "Ahem. You look great." I told her honestly. "I know right?" she answered excitedly, her eyelids opening wide as she agreed without the slightest hint of modesty. "So. What's with the uhhh... the uhhh... You know." I stuttered. Heather bit her lower lip and her eyes bore down into mine with glee, like a little girl with a secret. "I've been taking hormones." she said outright, her lips cracking into a wide grin. "What? Why?" I asked, confused as to why somebody would do such a thing. She shrugged her beautifully rounded shoulders, drawing attention to the thick light blue straps of her dress that held up the impressive top heavy weight she now sported. "I dunno. I just felt like it." she said, not sounding very convincing. "That's got to be illegal." I said in obvious disapproval, though I my eyes betrayed my words, stealing another glance at the huge swells of her cleavage. I simply couldn't believe how big they were. "Yeah but I managed to... persuade... my doctor." she said, dipping a finger into her icewater and bringing it slowly up to her lips. She eyed me suggestively as she slid her lips sensuously around her finger, sliding it in and then slowly back out. My penis stiffened against my pant leg. "Hello, my name is Fran-swa." a young man dressed as a server said as he approached our table. "May I get eizah of you a drink. O perhaps you are ready to order?" he said in a thick french accent. "I'll have a Red Marlot, the 83 and a this salad right here." Heather blurted out, pointing to her menu. "A fine choice." agreed the french server. "And for you?" he asked, looking at me. "Uhhhh. I'll have..." I hadn't even really looked at the menu. "That." I said, pointing to a random dish that was mildly expensive. "Ahhh, ze Je Com Plont Bon Jiox. An excellent choice, it is very tastey." the water said nodding his head. "If you ever need anything remember my name Fran-swa. I will be back with ze wine shortly." he said, nodding again before leaving us. Fran-swa hadn't even occured in my mind. The whole time I was thinking about Heather. "What the hell was she doing? Taking some kind of prescription medication illegally? A girl like her did NOT need to be doing that." I pondered. "Look at the SIZE of those hooters." My dick yelled as it thickened further. "Oh my GOD. So fu@#ing huge!" "Shutup! This woman is crazy. Remember?" my brain countered. "I DON'T CARE! This is the hottest hunk of female flesh I have ever witnessed." my penis screamed, going crazy. "You're staring Troy." said Heather coyly, her grin letting me know she enjoyed the attention. "I uhh... well, it's just you've changed quite a bit since I... uhh.." I stammered as I felt heather's naked foot slid up my calf as it had the last time we were here, only this time I was already stiff as a board, having scooted my chair forward to hide the evidence under the table cloth. "Mmmmm hrmmm." she said apathetically, her foot passing my knee and sliding between my thighs. "MAY DAY! MAY DAY!" My brain yelled. I slid my hands under the table cloth and began wrestling with her foot. It was a lot stronger then I expected as it insisted on reaching its target between my legs. Finally I managed to push it away as the server came back with our wine. He poured us both glasses and then left the bottle on the table. Heather's foot assaulted my legs again, I once again had to fight it off with my small hands. "Cut it out Heather." I demanded. She pouted at me, her plush lips thick, wet, and covered with lipstick. The meal seemed to stretch on and on for a small eternity. My mind constantly debated my plight. Mustering the strength to dump her felt like quitting a drug habit. I knew what was best for me, but the temptation was greater then ever. Heather was constantly stretching her arms behind her head and thrusting her chest out, our eating her salad slowly and seductively, nibbling on her lettuce suggestively. It was obvious she was incredibly horney. I wonder if the hormones had anything to do with it. When Heather finished her salad and I was nearing the end of my dish, she stood up and stretched tall before kneeling down at my side, presenting me with a full view down her dress as she leaned towards me. "Can I borrow your cell phone?" she asked, her hand had already snaked into my pocket, fishing for my phone. Her hand brushed my member slightly before gripping it and pulling it out, standing back to full height and walking off, treating me to a dancing view of her backside, that lifted the material of her dress up and out. Her dress dangled about her thighs with her stride as she held the phone up to her ear. "Who was she calling?" I wondered. "You still haven't done it Troy." My brain reminded me. "He's not going to." My penis said. "Sure he will. He's not stupid." my brain assured my penis. "You'd be stupid NOT to fuck her." my penis argued. Fran-swa came to our table with the bill, leaving it on the table. He thanked me for my patronage and walked off busily. I payed the check with cash, treating him to a hefty tip as Heather came back. I couldn't help but stare as he stride sent ripples through the flesh of her breasts that bobbed up and down with each step. Her sensuous legs carried her with a confident ease. She knelt down aside me again and began to reach for my pocket, but I grabbed the phone from her hand. "Thanks." I told her quickly. She stood up and sat back down in her chair. "Ready to go? I'll call a..." I began. "No need." she told me. "I've already got us a ride." she told me. "What did she mean us?" I thought. "Ok, grab your balls and do it Troy." My brain told me. "Heather... I still..." I began before being interrupted. "Let's just talk about it on the way home. There are too many people here." she informed me with her interruption as she grabbed the bottle of wine that we had hardly touched. Her suggestion seemed to make logical sense to me. I would rather break up with her in private anyway. I sort of felt awkward walking out beside this woman on the way out. Heads turned left and right. I wasn't sure if they were looking at me or her. I decided the latter was probably the most likely. As we walked past the hostess's podium and out into the cool night air, a long, black, stretch limo was waiting for us. A black man with a driver's hat and a black suit was waiting to open the door. I looked back at Heather with a look of confusion as to why she had gotten a limo, but I couldn't really see her face too well over the swells of her breasts. The black man opened the door and ushered me in. Being that I was no stranger to limos, I climbed in. The limo was the essence of luxery. The fuzzy soft seats felt wonderful beneath my pants. I looked over to see Heather bending over to climb into the car, giving me the perfect view of her heavy cleavage as she stepped inward. "Thank you Willard." she said politely on her way in. Heather walked in and sat on the other side of the seats, her body facing mine as she slowly crossed her legs. The loose material of her blue dress crawled inward toward her, revealing most all of her shapely thighs as she lifted her knee up and down, rubbing her calf against her leg just aside her knee. She took a big swig of the bottle of wine before the limo began to move. She reached over and pushed a button, the window behind her began to move upward, blocking off Willard's view of us in the back of the limo. Heather took another swig of the wine as she slowly uncrossed and crossed her legs, treating me to a view of the white cotten panties she sported underneath. "Now," she began, getting up from her seat to sit next to me. I was eye-level with the bottems of her breasts that were now more than a handful for a man of full size, let alone a dwarf like me. "You wanted to talk?" she said, lifting the bottle of wine to my lips and lifting it upward, encouraging me to drink. Drink I did, but it didn't stop me from doing what I had to do. "Yeah Heather. I'm sorry to tell you this but..." I began, but was distracted as her body slid closer and closer to mine until she lifted one of her huge sexy legs up and draped it across mine. I was suprised at how heavy it felt. When I looked up at her, I couldn't see much of her face as her heavy chest obstructed my view. Her size was intimidating me, but I trudged on. "I still want to break up." I told her solidly as she seemed to sip apathetically at her bottle of wine, as if she was hardly paying attention to me. "Oh that's ok Troy." I was shocked to hear from her lips. "Uuhhhh... ok." I said, not knowing what else to say. "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun tonight." she said as her fingers walked their way up my thigh above where her leg rested. The closeness of her body caused my manhood to wake up. "Ok... Heather..." I mentioned, my arousal fussing with my words, "but this is the last night we spend together." Heather's fingers draped below my heavy sac as the butt of her palm rutted into my shaft through my pants. "GOD your dick is so BIG." she breathed down at me, her high-pitched femenine voice assaulting me with arousal. "Especially for such a little guy." she added. "Hey!" I whined, feeling offended by her comment. I was very self-concious about my size, though when I turned to look at her and found myself staring inches away from the bottems of her heavy breasts, I found my protests being numbed. "Would you look at this thing?" she said, drawing my attention to the soft hand that was palming my crotch, as if I had never seen my own dick before. *ziiiiiip* my fly slowly dropped as heather pulled it down with her delicate fingers before fishing out my rather large erection. Her large hands were soft and warm as they wrapped around my member and gave it a gentle squeeze. To be honest, I was pretty embaressed at how aroused I was by my soon to be ex-girlfriend. Her body's developement over the last month was causing a very potent effect on me. The reason I was embaressed was that I was already close to orgasm and she wasn't really even trying. I defenitely was trying my best to hide my heightened arousal. "Do you like my dress Troy?" she asked, flicking her hair over her shoulders. "It's ok." I responded calmly. "Oh ok, you won't mind if I take it off then." she responded sluttily in her high pitched voice, pealing away at the straps with the hand that wasn't holding my shaft in a gentle grip. The light blue straps fell over her shoulders and her bust fell out in all its glory. I swallowed silently as I stared at them. "Do you want to touch them Troy?" she asked seductively. "N... No... That's ok." I stuttered slightly as she leaned forward, drawing her naked breasts inches away from my face. "Ok." she said playfully. "Can I suck your dick then?" "Uhhhh..." I said stupidly, my arousal was clouding my mind. Her gentle squeezes were stimulating me in full. Heather's gorgeous plump tits lowered and brushed against my arm as she leaned down to whisper into my ear. "I wanna suck your dick." she whispered, her lips brushing my ear before her tongue danced out and played across my lobe gently. "I wanna suck your dick." she repeated in her seductive femenine whisper, giving my dick a firm squeeze. "I wanna suuuuuuuck, your DICK." she said, sounding more horny then I had ever heard her. "Shit!" my brain cursed as I prematurely ejaculated. "What?" asked Heather quizically out loud as she felt my hot sticky seed run down her fist. "Oh my gawd!" she exclaimed with suprise as she realized what had happened and began to squeeze me fervently, milking my oversized dick and encouraging it to spew forth it's messy contents. My face turned into a cross between a frown and a cringe though it felt incredible. Intense pleasure coursing through my body, Heather looked down at me with devilishly serious face. That look was almost intimidating. "What was she thinking? What was that look supposed to mean?" I thought. For some reason, things had just changed between me and her. Although I don't like to admit it, something about her scared me. As her gaze locked into mine, she read my uncomfortableness, her straight lips cracked into a half grin as her fist continued to work at me. "How come you came so quickly Troy?" her lilting voice asked me outright, twisting the knife if embaressment in my side. "I... It's just been a while for me. It was an... accident." I attempted to say defensively, though in retrospect I probably should have just remained silent. "Oohhh." she responded with mock agreement, her high pitched voice still turning me on immensly as I twitched my last few pangs of pleasure before my dick began to soften in her grip. She let me go and began to pet my softening member like a cherished hamster. My head scanned my attire. My nasty filth was all over my body. Heather tucked my messy dick back into my shorts and zipped me up. "Ewwww." I thought to myself as I felt my nastyness in my pants. I was suddenly overeager to find a change of clothes. Heather pulled her dress back up over her breasts. The limo rolled to a stop and the door opened shortly after. Willard gestured for us to get out. Heather grabbed my hand and tugged me outward. We were on the street outside Heather's apartment. I was rather embaressed and turned my back to Willard as best as I could. "Thank you Willard. That will be all for tonight." said Heather in a snooty upperclass tone. I followed the sway of Heather's ass up the stone staircase. From my vantage point, it was rather easy to see the white cotten encased swells of her thick swollen buttcheeks under her dress on the way up. She bent over and reached under the doormatt to grab her key, refusing to bend her knees as she did, thrusting her butt up into the air and causing the material of the skirt to lift up and up and up. She unlocked the door and opened it. The whole time I had been scanning my head around to check if any people could see me my messy clothes.