Heather's Online Endeavors By Stewy The door swung open and Heather walked in, holding the door for me to enter and closing it shut behind me, locking and bolting the door. As Heather knelt down, leaned over, and began unbuttoning my shirt, I was overwhelmed with a view of her heavy neckline. I couldn't help it, Heather's breasts had always been a major selling point, and now they were swollen way beyond the size they had been. Normally I might have protested and unbuttoned my clothes myself, but I was rather docile around her. I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down as her fingers played down my chest, releasing button after button. Heather's apartment was nice and warm, very cozy. I didn't mind having to take off my clothes. I wasn't shy about my muscular body. "Do you have any clothes that might fit me?" I asked her, speaking to her as if there was a microphone between her breasts as she leaned in closer yet to peal my shirt off of my arms, for a moment I thought her chest might make contact with me. "I donno, we'll have to see." she responded with question. I nodded gently as I stepped out of my pants. "But first lets get you cleaned up, the bathroom is upstairs." she informed me. It felt gross walking around with boxers that were sticky and wet, but I found myself forgetting that the second Heather began up the steps and treated me to another gut wrenching view up her skirt. I couldn't take my eyes off her twin cheeks as they undulated with her steps upward. Her legs were incredible as they sinewed with muscle. Did I feel myself stiffening again? We reached the bathroom and Heather bent over to turn on the water in the large expensive looking tub that looked like it was built for more than one person, once again rising up her skirt and giving me a full view of her lower body. There were bubble jets throughout the tub, with the faucet being a big golden swan. Her apartment had wealth written all over it. I couldn't really see too much of it because it was so tall. I would have to jump a little to grab the top ledge and pull myself in, but there wasn't hardly any water in it yet. Steam began to rise from the tub as the hot water poured out of the faucet. Two large knees appeared in my peripheral vision on both side of my body. As I began to realize that Heather had sat down and I was not standing between her legs, I felt her soft warm hands assault my body sliding up and down my naked chest before tugging at my boxers. I waited for them to reach my ankles before stepping out of them, stepping forward to climb into the tub, but Heather pulled me back into the fold of her soft body, the top of my head brushing underneath the weight of her breasts that settled on top of me. One of her palms slid under my balls, lifting them slightly so that the weight of my testes rested on her palm and not on my sac. The other hand began fondling my penis. I tried to turn around to kiss her, touch or, or do something, but her hands gripped my hips and held me forward. Realizing she wanted to be the one doing the work, I stood there and let her pleasure me. She began exhaling loudly with her high-pitched femenine voice as though she was faking an orgasm. The effect aided to my arousal and my penis began to lengthen in her hands. "Hhhuuhhhhh." she exhaled in a sexual manner. "Hhhuhhhhhh." she exhaled long and drawn out. Heather's hand began to masturbate me expertly. I closed myself and became lost in the feeling of her breasts on my head, her stomach against my back, and her hands working me ever so skillfully. "Huuhhh, Huhhh, Huhhh." She began to exhale louder and more rapidly as she increased the pace on her hand. I felt her stomach conracting with each exagerated breath. Her hand sped up on me faster still. "Huhh, Huhh, Huhh." she breathed sexily. "huh, Huh, Huh... Ohhhhh.... Ohhhhhh..." she began moaning insinuatively. *Sploop* Heather had reached her goal. Her hand instantly slowed down and gave me slow, long, firmly squeezing strokes. She knew exactly how to hit my buttons. I found myself stiffling a moan or two that tried to squeek out as the pleasure coursed through my body. "Wow. That was incredible." I thought to myself. I felt Heather's hands lift me up under my arms. Something I normally protested. She knew I didn't like being helped up unless I really needed it. I was still exhaling from the orgasm I had just had and didn't really fuss about it. The hot water tingled against my skin and felt like a jacuzzi. Heather leaned over the tub and grabbed a sponge, running it under the faucet before turning off the water and squeezing a bottle of some kind of soap into the sponge. Heather bit her lip and looked over at me with wide eyes as I layed against the back of the tub, relaxing in the wonderful water. She squeezed the soapy sponge with an iron grip, milking the soap out onto her chest. The white bubbling water dripped into her cleavage, filtering through it and coating her breasts to cause them to shine. The material of her dress dampened and soaked through. I was really enjoying this last night with Heather. We weren't really talking hardly at all and what was even better is that the sex was entirely free. I knew she was trying to get me to stay with her, but I was as good as gone the next day. Heather's glistening cleavage loomed above me as she leaned over the tob and reached at me with a sponge. I pushed over to the other side of the tub, wagging my finger at her and holding out my hand for her to throw me the sponge. She shook her head at me with a straight determined face. She leaned over further, stretching her arms out over the huge tub, but I once again just scooted to the far end, putting me as far from her as possible. She'd have to go to the other side to get me. In her attempt to reach me, the tips of her breasts dipped into the hot water. The water ran down her dress when she pulled back up. She looked down at herself with slight frustration. I smiled at her with satisfaction. I was curious when I saw her face turn into a frown. She actually looked sort of mad. She stood up to her full height, towering so very far above me. She pealed off her dress with a straight face and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and stepped into the tub, wearing only her white cotten panties. This was the first time I had gotten to see her firm taut stomach and her cute navel. She was by far the most attractive woman I had ever laid eyes on. Heather bit her lip as she sat her incredible legs down into the hot water, adjusting to the heat before wading over to me and assaulting me with her sponge. I laughed at her, finding her antics humorous. She did not laugh though, her face was straight and seemed very serious as she sponged my body. I tried to grab the sponge from her, but she tugged it away before bringing it back to my body. "Fine." I thought, laying back and letting her scrub me clean. "She can do whatever she wants. I'm gone tomorrow." I reminded myself. After she had finished sponging my legs, privates, arms, and chest, she relented and layed down against the back of the tub. I was treated to a show as she began sponging herself off, hefting those huge tits of hers with the sponge and sliding it over them before allowing gravity to drop them back down. They were so perky, but seemed so soft and squishy. I was tempted to swim over to her and try to fondle her, but I stayed right where I was. Shifting her wait, she sat up and scooted towards me. The next thing I knew, her head was underwater and her tongue was lapping at my soft genitals. I was honestly impressed how long she could hold her breath as her tongue batted the underside of my balls. She lifted her head out of the water for a breath before going back down and taking me into her mouth, but my last orgasm had been too recent, I didn't stiffen, though the feeling of her soft mouth and tongue all around me felt really incredible. 4 or 5 breaths later, she seemed to give up, showing me a look of sincere frustration before climbing out of the water and towling her body off. She left the bathroom and left me there. I pulled the stopper of the tub out and climbed out by myself, tugging one of the pink towels off the rag to towel myself off. I wrapped it around me and used it to cover myself up as I went looking for Heather, in search of clothes. Noticing a light creaking out the half open door of Heather's bedroom, I squeezed through and peaked around the corner to see Heather popping a pill into her mouth before setting a bottle down. She took a swig of water and swallowed wearing nothing but an oversized white T-shirt. Noticing me in the doorway, she quickly stowed away the bottle in the drawer of the nightstand that harbored the lamp that was illuminating the room. She patted the bed next to her, gesturing me to come over to her. We climbed in the sheets and spooned with her behind me. I felt enwrapped by her soft warm body as her hands reached around me and fondled me. She waited for my erection to mount me. Her body was a lot heavier then I had remembered it. She didn't really put too much effort into not putting all her weight on me. The result was slightly painful when she began to roll and bounce her hips into me, though the good defenitely outweighed the bad. I was pretty damn strong for a midget, I didn't mind that much. It wasn't like I was fragile or anything. We fucked a couple times and then fell asleep together, our bodies entwined. That night I had a dream where I was forced to work in a candy bar factory by my old boss Francisco Portez. Then I was part chicken, part man as I ran across the sahara desert. As my dream drifted towards its end, it became increasingly real. I found myself having a giant pink popsicle attached to me between my legs where my willy should have been. A gigantic Heather saw it and licked her lips before descending down upon it like it was a wonderful treat. As her head bobbed up and down on it, it made loud slurping and sucking noises as she drew the sugary popsicle's contents into her mouth. The loud slurping sounds were what abruptly woke me up to find Heather gobbling my cock with reckless abandon. She had been blowing me while I was asleep. My tired weary arms pushed down at her head, but one of her hands lifted up and swatted my insincere attempts to stop her away. I reached down again and once again her big arm swatted both my arms away as she bobbed up and down between my legs, her hair surrounding my crotch and dancing across my skin. I felt her stop sliding her lips up and down me as her tongue began dancing up and down across the head of my cock. Her hand wrapped around my dick and squeezed it like she was working out some toothpaste from a mostly empty bottle, working me with slow undulating squeezes as her tongue flicked across me again and again. Her tongue continued to flick and bat against me, unphased by the hot semen that was now coursing out of the tip. Her other hand had little trouble stifling my hips as they involuntarily began bucking upwards at her. "Nyyyuuhhhhh." I wined. "What are you... hhhhuhh... doing?" I panted, having been shocked by the way I was woken up. Heather simply moaned with approval in response, her lips began sliding up and down my shaft again, swallowing every last bit of my fluids that she could. She certainly was hungry for sex these days. After I was spent, she crawled up and laid beside me, petting my penis with her fingertips. "Ok Heather. I should get going." I told her. "Whhhhyyyyy? I have the day off work, you could stay just one more day." she said with her high pitched voice, sliding a little further up the bed to bring her chest close to my head. I couldn't help but glance at her hard nipples poking through the white t-shirt. "I... Donno Heather... It's prolly not..." I began, feeling my willpower being put to the test. "Puuuhhh-leeeaaasssseeee." she said with a pout, gripping her shirt at her belly button and tugging it downward as she squeezed her arms inward, causing her cleavage to expose and bulge. She leaned in and brushed my face with the flesh of her tits, rubbing them gently against me. "God they're huge." I thought to myself, reveling in the sensations of her soft skin sliding across my cheeks and face. "I... I guess I could stay a little while longer." I gave in, thinking of nothing but sex. My penis couldn't seem to get enough of Heather. My brain's protests were fading. A little while longer turned into several days. Everytime I thought of leaving, Heather used her body to convince me to stay. She had refrained from talking and annoying me the whole time, focusing on nothing but pleasing me. I knew it was a facade, but I couldn't help it. It wasn't like I was marrying her, I could still leave whenever I wanted. At the time though, I had very little inclination to leave. I couldn't help but feel like I was falling into some kind of trap. So we had gotten back together. Sue me. I couldn't help it, it was the best sex I had ever had. Heather was true to her word and gave me at the very least, one mind blowing blowjob a day, though apparently that was just the minimum, cus Heather seemed to thoroughly enjoy giving me more than just that. She was lending me her smallest t-shirts that looked sort of like nightgowns on me, though I didn't care too much cus I hadn't once left her apartment. The shirt and pants I had worn when I came in with were waiting for me whenver I needed them. The strangest part about the whole thing is that I could tell she was slowly growing overtime. You couldn't notice it day to day, but it was blatently obvious over the span of a week. I knew it was those hormones she was taking. In a few weeks, she had grown another couple inches, and stood about 6 feet tall. Her breasts were noticebly larger, her butt had swollen to be rounder and more bulbous, while her stomach seemed to grow slower in proportion to the rest of her. Her proportions would make any guy blatently stare at her. Not only that, but she could now arouse me much more easily. The more she grew, the more her body seemed to turn me on. Our relationship had begun to slowly change, she was becoming more and more dominant around me. She knew the effect her body had on me, and seemed to take great pleasure in exploiting my weakness. One day I was helping myself to a turkey sandwhich when I saw she had falled asleep on the couch in her green and purple collared shirt and denim overalls that exposed the sides of her waist. As I wondered if she was wearing panties on underneath, the though occured to me that I should flush her pills down the toilet. I stepped softly up the steps and entered her bedroom, stalking through it to silently open the drawer of her nightstand. Nothing was in there. I crept into her bathroom and climbed up on the counter, standing on it to open the mirror of her medicine cabinet. There they were. "Demosital Triciclin." I sounded out slowly as I reached for the bottle on my tip toes. I had to swipe my fingers at it several times to push it far enough towards me to grab. Being a dwarf did have its disadvantages. I grabbed the bottle and analyzed it on the counter when suddenly the light around me darkened into a shadow. "Whatayou think your doing?" said her feminine voice in a cold tone. Dread and fear washed over my body. I had been caught redhanded. As I turned around the bottle of hormones was snatched out of my hands like lightning. I stared at Heather face to face on the counter, a look of stern unwavering seriousness gazed down at me. It felt like she was burning holes through my skull with that look. My knees began to wobble slightly. She was so huge. I admit I was scared of her at that moment. "You want these pills?" she asked me. I remained still. "Go ahead and take them." she told me, while raising her hand up and up and up above her head, thrusting her chest outwards proudly in her tight collared shirt. "Go ahead." she offered, knowing full well I had no chance of getting them from her. I remained still. Heather lowered the bottle back down and opened it, taking out one of the red capsules and holding it in her hand out in front of me before popping it into her mouth, swallowing it with a moan of satisfaction. "Mmmmmmm." she approved, licking her lips. "You shouldn't be taking those." I told her, regaining my confidence. "Why not Troy?" she asked, her hands sliding up under her overalls to cup the enormous swells of her breasts that sat level with my crotch. "You're just upset cus I'm going to get bigger," she said, squeezing her breasts with her palms as she said the word bigger, "and bigger," she repeated, squeezing them again, "and bigger," squeezing them in her hands, "and BIGGER." she finished, hefting them upwards with a half grin on her face. "Bigger, Bigger, Bigger, Bigger, Bigger..." she chanted while she squeezed her breasts again and again. I turned to climb donw off the counter but her hands gripped my arm firmly, holding me in place. "But you, little man, have been a very naughty little boy." she scolded me with a blank facial expression. "What?" I said, having been a little suprised by her strange words. "Oh yes. I'm going to have to punish you." she said simply. "You've got to be kidding m..." my words were interrupted as Heather's arms wrapped around me and squashed me against her, mashing my crotch against her titanic bosom. She stared at me eye to eye as her face lingered so close it touched just slightly. Her big hazel eyes bore down onto mine. Her lips cracked a grin. I knew she was just playing, but I was still a little uneasy about her behavior. I wondered if the hormones were having some kind of mental side-effect on her. Regardless I felt myself stirring against her chest. "Oh yes." she whispered. "I think a spanking will suffice." she rasped. My eyes widened with disbelief. Was she just teasing me? I prayed she was. My body jostled along with hers as she carried me into the bedroom, sitting down at the edge of her bed that was covered in silvery silk sheets. My body slid down her as she relinquished her hug, manipulating my small form easily so that I was strewn across her lap, my semi-erection pressing into her massive thigh as my butt stuck up into the air. Thinking this was some kind of kinky sex game, I waited patiently. I knew I had been right, her large hand began fondling my butt softly, causing my dick to stir against her thigh. I knew she wasn't going to actually... *WHACK* her hand lifted back and smacked against my dwarven cheeks, though she didn't spank me all that hard, it was enough to sting slightly. "Hehe, ok. Very funny Heather. Let's let Troy up now." I told her, pushing myself up. Her palm pressed into my back and squashed me back down across her meaty thighs. "Not until the naughty little boy learns his lesson." she said in a serious tone. *Whack* *Whack* *Whack* she began full on spanking me. I couldn't believe it. I pushed and struggled against her body, but she had no problem holding me down. She was so huge comparitively, and since she had been taking those pills, she was even bigger. I began to realize how strong she really was as she held me in place against my will. This was humiliating. She had gone to far. I was gone after this. I knew the bitch was psycho. *Whack* *whack* *whack* she playfully spanked me, my butt began to turn red, though I was stiff as a board as my erection surged into the expanse of her thigh with every hit. It was actually quite stimulating. I would have been enjoying it if not for the stinging pain on my ass and the sheer embaressment of the situation. Finally she stopped spanking me and began caressing my ass again. Her palm turned and her fingers brushed downward between my cheeks, playing with the underside of my ass as her fingers tickled my balls between my legs. It felt like I was being assaulted. "Alright Heather, let me up." I demanded, pushing myself up to once again be forced back down. "This isn't funny Heather." I told her, though my naked cock was stiff as a board as it pressed into her thigh. "Hrmmmmmm." I heard Heather ponder out loud with curiosity. Her palm began pushing down on my ass as her thigh lifted upward and pressed into me. She was squashing me into her thigh. As if experimenting, she played around with my body, shifting me forwards a little and trying the same technique, rolling me side to side, squashing me hard into her, bouncing her leg fast, then slow. Just about everything she tried was working. I began flailing to get loose from her grasp. "What are you doing?" I cried. "Stop it." Heather ignored my protests and began bouncing her thigh with a fast rythem, squashing my ass into it and forcing me to hump it. "Don't! Don't!" I yelled, struggling to push myself away from her. She was just too strong. I was about to be raped for the first time in my life. I felt like I was being abused. *Splurt* I heard myself explode against her thigh, pouring load after load of goo into the cleft of her huge meaty thighs. She continued to squash me into her with strong force, milking me out onto her with enthusiasm. My inner voice told me that she was getting some kind of thrill from this. I was suddenly lifted into the air. My suspicions were confirmed by a smiling face I had never seen before. Heather's face was more lit up then I had ever witnessed. She held me upwards and lowered me to her face so that her tongue could lash at my gooey member, devouring it like some kind of candy treat. "MMmMmmmmm!" she exclaimed with great exageration in her high pitched voice. I flailed and squirmed in the air as she licked and lapped at my member, cleaning it off with her mouth and lips. "Put me down! Put me down!" I yelled, my face bright red. Then, she did put me down. "FUCK YOU HEATHER!" I screamed as I sprinted out of her room, tears rolling down my face. I thought I might have heard her getting up to run after me, though I didn't turn and look. I ran at top speed towards the steps. I flung myself up on the railing and slid at a rocket speed all the way down, though my landing was horrid, spilling my tiny body about the floor though I quickly climbed back up. I went for the door. The door handle turned but I couldn't pull the door open. I looked up to see the deadbolt, far too high for me to turn. "FUCK!" I yelled, before hearing noises stirring upstairs. I sprinted away from the door and into the living room, sliding under the tall couch and cramming my body back down into it. Loud footsteps approached. "Troooooyyyyyyy, Whhheeeerrreee aaaarrrreeeee yooouuuuu?" Heather's high pitched voice called out. Contemplating my situation, I knew I had entirely screwed up. This girl was bat-shit crazy and I now knew it, though I couldn't be sure if it was entirely her, or the medication, or both. I was kicking myself for not leaving when I had the chance. "Look what you've done." my brain scolded my penis. "Yeah yeah, blame it all on me." my penis responded. As the footsteps grew louder, I grew more and more scared. What was I going to do? How was I going to escape? "I have to get to the phone." I thought to myself. "I'll have to dial 911." "Trrroooyyyyy!" Heather's high pitched voice called. *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *THUMP* *THUMP* Two large feet walked swiftly across the carpet in front of my vision. "Come out Come out wherever you are!" she called loudly as her feet passed by. Heather's voice trailed off into the distance. "Come on out Troy, Mommy wants to play with you." she called. I shuddered. And her I had thought it was bad when she had tried to dress me. I had no idea she would rape me. Honestly, I never thought it would have happened. "Shutup." my mind barked, "stay on task. Focus." it reminded me. I crawled out from under the couch and quietly snatched the phone off the stand by the couch. I pulled the phone under the couch and dialed 911. *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* Footsteps rapidly approached as I listened to the phone ring once, then twice. "Oh god, please pick up. Please pick up." I chanted inwardly. *Click* the line went dead. The phone began to slide along the ground toward the direction of where the phone jack was on the wall. "My my, what have we here?" a high pitched voice uttered. *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* Feet stepped in front of the couch as I crept further and further backwards, pinning myself against the wall as a pair of knees womped into the ground before a large head pressed its side against the carpet. Heather grinned at me a crooked grin before sliding her body under the couch after me. Though it was difficult for her to fit, she managed it, pancaking her breasts into the ground and creating a mindnumbing display of cleavage through her collared shirt her breasts slid along the shadowy surface and approached me. I began to shake visibly as I realized there was nowhere to go. Her arms were too long and they surrounded me. Heather bit her lip as her hand grasped my ankle, tugging it towards her. My hands gripped the back of the couch and held onto it like I was dangling from a cliffside as Heather tugged and tugged at my ankle. Her other arm wrapped around my other ankle and she now pulled me with an undeniable force. My fingers pried loose and I began to slide along the carpet. Once out she held me pinned to the ground and lowered her torso down onto me, squashing those enormous udders into my crotch and torso. As she squirmed on top of me, my penis lengthened against my will into the expanse of her clothed cleavage. "NOoooo!" I yelled at her. "Don't pretend you don't like it Troy." she said playfully as she lifted her torso off of me and pealed off her shirt, revealing her titanic breasts momentarily before the shirt dropped onto my, engulfing my torso and face. I couldn't see a thing as Heather used her arms to hold me still. Though I was more or less blinded, it was easy to feel what she was doing. My stiffening manhood was thrust between her gargantuan breasts, swallowing my length entirely as she began to fuck me with her tits. "NYuuuuuhhhh! Rrawwwrr!" I whined through the material of the shirt, but it was no use. I couldn't stop this gigantic woman from easing me between the bulging flesh of her soft naked tits. Faster and faster she went, engulfing me in her mass of tit flesh. Faster and Faster and Faster she moved against me, increasing her pace to a majestically violent tit fuck. Holding on was not an option. I erupted between her breasts, spilling my hot goo in the cleft of her breasts, though that did not cause Heather to slow down or relent. She continued to squash her breasts together and hump me with her healthy bosom. I fainted.