Heather's Online Endeavors By Stewy So I had been dwarfnapped. I was trapped in the confines of Heather's apartment, at the mercy of her will night and day. Her control over me grew and grew each day that passed, as did her already tremendous body. She made it a point to have me watch every time she swallowed one of her pills. Heather began filming herself dominating me sexually. She told me she was going to start her own porn sight called Heatherz.com. I had no choice in the matter. The rules in Heather's apartment were strict, but I adapted after a while and my protests and struggles weakened as I slipped further and further into Heather's sexual fold. She did not allow me to exercise, so my muscles began melting away. She said it was best that way. I was shaved regularly, every hair on my body was carefully razored off by my giant caretaker. She said it would be good for business. She apparently had lots of plans for her porn sight and was very enthusiastic about it. Heather had taken vacation from work in order to watch me like a hawk. I couldn't so much as fart without her knowing about it. Filming for her porn sight became her life. When she wasn't fillming, she would always insist on cuddling while she watched TV on the couch. This usually ended up being her holding me in her lap and playing with me. She tended to jack me off absent mindedly as she held me pinned to her and watched her favorite programs. After a while, she began doing phone sex to pull in more money. She would masturbate me while she was on the phone with some guy. Her dirty talk was really layed on thick. I would respond to it at the same time the guy on the other line was. I really didn't like this one bit. I hated the thought of nasty guys invading in on my life. What could I do though? I was a prisoner of this gigantic sex godess that grew more and more every day. Interlude: A married man returned from work early one day. With an average sized body, and average sized, house, and an average sized car, everything in his life was average, including his sex life. He had always been into female domination, but was too embaressed to tell his wife. Realizing his wife wouldn't be home for a few hours, he turned on his computer and got on the internet. After scanning a few new pictures on one of his favorite sites, he saw a new link that had never been there before labeled "Heatherz.com". Clicking on the link, he was immediately gripped by a picture of an incredibly attractive blonde woman on the front page, leaning over in a tank top with a sultry facial expression, her huge breasts beckoning the viewer with the word "Enter" written in the thick shadowy cleft of her bulging cleavage. The man's eyes widened and clicked "Enter" to see what this sight contained. The pictures the sight contained were more then interesting. Heather was dressed in various sexual outfits, lingerie, costumes, swimsuits, everything, all posing in sexually suggestive positions. The man was stiffening in his pants already just from looking at her. Then he noticed one of her standing in jean short shorts and a unbuttoned shirt tied together at the waist as she stood next to a road sign. That was when he realized that this woman wasn't just big and curvy, but extremely tall for a woman. He was guessing she was above 6 feet tall. He began to salivate as he surfed through the web page. The man's labido quaked as he saw the words "Sample Clips" printed on a button that he hastily clicked. He saw the first link labeled "Tennis," and clicked to download the movie file with eager anticipation to see more of this incredibly attractive blonde that was swollen out of proportion. At last he was gitty as a school boy when his computer opened the file and began to play it. In the center of the movie stood Heather, dressed in a tennis uniform. It was a white collared shirt with thin blue stripes running across it, and a very short white tennis skirt that revealed most all of her pale peach colored legs. Her hair was done up with a white fluffy scrunchy into a perfect pony tail and she set down a tennis racket on a table in front of a black leather couch. It wasn't apparent whether she had actually just finished a game of tennis or it was just for show. "Holy $hi#!" the man cursed to himself as he stared at her swelling chest through the clothed cotten shirt. "Hi... I'm Heather." began the woman's high pitched femenine voice. "And this is my boyfriend Troy." she said, gesturing to the couch behind her to a small dwarf whose body was half obstructed by Heather's curvy hips as he sat in the background. "Say hello Troy." she asked merrily. "Hi." said the dwarf meekly, his eyes darting from side to side every so often. The dwarf looked rather anxious about something. "Some of the things me and Troy do on this sight may look a little frightening to the viewers at home, but we want you to know that it's all perfectly ok with my boyfriend. Right Troy?" she asked. The Dwarf fidgeted his fingers and looked around the room again before wearily saying "...Right." Heather sauntered her hips over and sat next to the Troy and began petting his hair softly as if he was some kind of pet. "Tell the nice people at home that you consent to everything we do here." she told him, her big soft hands drawing across his head ever so tenderly. "I..." he began looking over at her as if checking for approval, "consent to everything we do on this websight." he said robotically. There was something insincere about his words. It was as if they were practiced. The man seemed rather ancy about his situation. Just seeing the comparison between the large woman and the small dwarf was enough to get the man watching at home hot and bothered. She looked so enormous sitting next to him, the top of his head was level with the bottem halves of her bulging breasts. Heather stood up and bent over, gripping Troy's orange ninja turtles t-shirt by the bottem to tug it up, giving the viewer an eyeful of her white cotten panties beneath her tennis skirt that was now hiked up to the point of easily being able to see her perfect bubbly ass encased in the soft material of her panties. Her hips wobbled gently with her minstrations as Troy lifted his arms up into the air to allow Heather to take off his shirt. Heather looked like a mother fussing over her toddler's clothes. The tennis skirt lifted further yet as Heather bent down lower to begin pealing off Troy's miniature sized sweatpants. Troy was left in a pair of white boxers with a plaid green pattern on them. The bulge between his legs was readily apparent, though he did not have an erection. It was evident that this dwarf had some serious equipment. Heather sat back down next to Troy and crossed her legs sexily. "Maybe you can guess what it is about Troy that I love so much." she mused, her large warm palm gripped Troy's knee before slowly sliding up his legs. Troy looked up at the camera with a half frown as Heather's hand approached his manhood. She extended on of her fingers and traced his length with a long fingernail, causing it to twitch in his boxers. Troy squirmed slightly in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "Hrmmmm, no. Maybe I'll just leave them on." Heather thought out loud. Heather leaned her lips over to whisper into Troy's ear, though it was almost impossible to make out what she was saying. ".......lick it..... then............. big........ between....... suck........ long......... licking....." were the only words the viewer could make out. Heather turned her head and looked down between his legs as she talked dirty to him, his penis began to stiffen and throb in his boxers, tenting out the material upward towards the ceiling. "Ok watch this. This is so funny." Heather informed the audience as she as she lifted Troy effortlessly off his ass and turned him to his side, placing his body against the armrest of the couch before sitting herself down across from him on the other side. Heather's foot snaked between Troy's legs and planted itself into his crotch, squashing his shaft into his body. Troy began to either whine or moan, it was difficult to tell, though his vocal chords were definitely uttering some kind of protesting sound. His hands lowered to Heather's foot between his legs and began to try to push it away. Heather's other large foot joined in and pushed back at his weak arms, fighting him back effortlessly as her toes squirmed gently against his penis. She was hardly even moving her foot against his penis, simply squirming her toes every so often and adjusting it slightly from time to time. Troy's protests grew louder and louder as his body writhed in pathetic attempt to escape Heather's large foot pressing his manhood into him. His chest began to rise and fall quicker as Heather stared with interest. "Isn't this great?" exclaimed Heather. "Watch. Here he goes." she declared, squirming her toes against him. Troy's body began bucking and heaving violently as his whines apexed. "OOOoooooHHHhhhh! NYyyyyyyuuuuuuuuhhhhH!" he cried as his boxers began to dampen and soak through. Heather watched with a straight face and a seductively opened mouth as she writhed her toes against him, pressing her foot into him without mercy. Troy's body began to buck and spasm slower and slower. The man watching at home was nearly bursting out of his pants at this point. He unzipped himself and began stroking his member as he clicked on the next clip labeled "Demo." After downloading the clip, it began playing a trailer for Heather's sight. Techno music began playing with moans of sexual pleasure in the background. The first shot was Heather in a bikini, displayed from the belly up as she licked her lips slowly in front of the camera. The next was of Troy cringing and running away. This was followed by a shot from above with 2 enormous breasts swallowing a long thick cock whose tip was only visible when she let up. Everytime she squeezed her breasts inward, the penis disappeared between her soft mounds. The man watching at home grabbed a few tissues off of the desk and began to beat himself furiously. In the next shot, Heather was covering Troy's erection with whipcream with a wry grin. A bottle of chocolate syrup sat upright on the table next to them. The next shot was ridiculous. Heather was holding Troy up into the air by his ankles, dangling him above her as she lowered his turgid member into his mouth and sucked on him. She lifted and raised his ankles in a steady rythem that matched the beat of the music playing as she mouthed at him. In the next shot, Heather was dressed up as a strict looking teacher, she had Troy across her lap and held a stern look of seriousness. She caressed his naked ass before raising her hand in the air. As her arm came whipping back down, the shot changed when her hand made contact with his ass. In the next shot, there was a roll reversal. Heather was dressed in a catholic schoolgirl's uniform, with a white tied together blouse and a blue and green plaid skirt. She was laying across his lap on the couch with her skirt hiked up. She looked to be beckoning Troy to spank her while her black, panty clad ass wiggled in his lap. In the next shot, Heather was back in the blue bikini she had worn in the opening shot, only she held a carton of milk in her hand. She tipped it upward and spilled the milk all over her chest. It's white creamy contents poured over her skin and ran down between her breasts and over the mounds of her chest, coating her bikini with white. She poured and poured and poured it all out until the carton was empty and she stood there dripping. Finally the last shot came. The movie had gone back to show more of the majestic tit fuck it had displayed earlier. Heather squeezed her breasts together and swallowed Troy's penis between the heavy bulges of her tits. When she relinquished, the tip of his swollen red cock became visible. It disappeared again as she squeezed herself with her hands against him, working him in her flesh. At last she relinquished and stopped squeezing as the cock wedged between her breasts ejected its fluid, squirting it's gooey gift towards the camera lends. When his load splattered against the camera, it turned into computer graphics that morphed into the words "Heatherz.com". The man at home was at the edge of orgasm when he heard his door slam. His wife had returned home from work. He quickly closed all the windows as he cursed to himself silently. He knew exactly what he would be doing with the next chunk of freetime he got. He would sign up for Heatherz.com and see the full clips she had available. He didn't care what the price was. He had to have them. That night, the man greeted his wife and fucked her with bursting enthusiasm. All the while imagining her face as Heather's.