Hopeless Jack - Part 9
By Stewy



I woke up to the sound of a moving car. I found myself buckled into a familiar
carseat wearing a pair of denim overalls and a green and white striped
collared shirt. I looked ahead to see the back of my wife's head in the
driver's seat, driving calmly along roxenburg avenue.

"Ashley?" I asked.

"Rise and shine sweetie." responded my wife.

"Where are we going?" I asked her groggily.

"McRonalds. I had a sudden craving for a double cheeseburger." she informed
me.

I saw my wife was wearing a long sleeved dark navy blue hoody and light blue
jeans that form fitted her legs quite nicely.

"Oh ok. I'm really hungry." I told her.

"I'll bet. You've been asleep for 15 hours." she told me.

"Holy crap." I thought to myself. "No wonder I feel so groggy."

"So you're going to let me eat real food?" I asked her.

"I guess so, but be really careful ok sweetie?" she warned me.

We soon pulled into the parking lot and my wife climbed out of the car,
opening the sliding door and smiling down at me. Her outfit wasn't the
slightest bit revealing, but the swells of her bust could not be hidden in her
baggy hoody. The drawstrings hung loosely from her hood in the middle of her
chest. I swallowed as she bent over to unbuckle me, their heaving mass drawing
ever so close to me. I felt myself begin to salivate and blamed it on the
thought of having real food.

I was lifted out of my seat and set down on the blacktop. I trotted lazily
after my enormous wife's footsteps, still feeling a little out of it as I
treated myself to a view of her thighs. I was attempting to look at her butt,
but her hoody was baggy enough that it covered most of it. My wife held the
door open for me and towered behind me.

"Why don't you go find us a seat honey?" she suggested merrily.

I nodded with agreement and began to search through the eating area. As I
walked by a booth on the side and selected it as our chosen eating place, I
realized climbing up into it would be a chore. I heard the giggling of females
behind me and to the left and I turned my attention toward it.

There at a table were three gorgeous looking college women. Two were turned to
their side and staring at me while the one sitting on the opposite side of the
table was faced towards me wearing a white tank top, crossing her incredibly
sexy legs in what seemed to be a very short sunshine yellow miniskirt. Her
exposed thighs were indeed an amazing sight as she nibbled on her ketchup
dipped fries.

"That face." my mind told me. "I recognize her."

The woman's jaw dropped as she lowered her half eaten fries to her tray.

"Is that Jack? Jack Carter?" said a familiar voice that I recognized as Stacy
Brigmond's.

I began to feel quite uneasy with these women staring at me. I scratched the
back of my head and turned to see my wife ordering our food at the register.

"Uhhh. Yeah. Hi Stacy." I responded meekly.

"I can't believe it's true!" she exclaimed, scanning my body.

"Stan and Larry told me what happened to you that day at the lab, but I had a
hard time believing it." she told me, still holding a look of sincere suprise
on her face.

I didn't really know what she was talking about.

"Who were Stan and Larry? Did she work at the lab too?" I pondered.

"Uhhh... Yeah." I said awkwardly, jumping up to grab the edge of the seat and
tug myself into the booth and sitting myself down. The table was now too tall
to really see Stacy over. But I could still see her legs from underneath as
she crossed them the other way sexily. Stacy and her friends went back to
eating and chatting, glancing over at me from time to time throughout their
conversation. My wife arrived at the booth carrying a tray of food.

"Here we are!" my wife chirped happily, placing the tray on the table in front
of me.

"Oh honey, you're going to need a booster." she informed me.

I cringed inwardly as my wife grabbed a red hunk of plastic off one of the
highchairs set aside the trashcan. She slid it next to me and lifted me up
into it so I could see up and over the table. My wife sat on the other side of
the booth and began unwrapping the burgers. I glanced over and saw Stacy
looking at me as she bit down on a few fries. I turned back to my wife. Even
with several days to have adapted, I couldn't get over my wife's size. I could
stare at her all day. The had an urge to run over and cuddle up into the soft
material of her hoody stretched out over the enormous swells of her chest.

"I got you chicken nuggets sweetie." she told me, opening up a carton of 4
fried nuggets in front of me.

"I know they're your favorite." she said sweetly. I nodded.

My wife took a huge bite out of her messy burger as she opened up a small
plastic tub of barbeque sauce for me. I picked up a nugget and dipped it into
the sauce, taking a bite.

"Damn, this is really good." I thought to myself, hungrier than hell.

Something caught my eye. I looked over to see Stacy looking at me again, her
eyes gazing at me intently. Her knee rose slowly, sliding her calf sensually
up her leg before she uncrossed her legs. She set her foot on the floor with
her legs spread widely, givinv me a full view of the matching bright yellow
underwear she wore underneath. My eyes opened more widely as I turned my gaze
back to the chicken nuggets taking another bite. I looked up and my wife
smiled merrily at me. She reached across the table and her fingertip wiped
some sauce off the corner of my lip before she took another big bite of her
burger and sipped at the straw of her soda.

I once again turned my head to the left, seeing Stacy sliding her palm up and
down her upper thigh in a slutty manner. She smiled at me as her eyes met
mine. She seemed to be having fun teasing me. It was like a fully grown woman
flashing a little boy to see his reaction.

"How's your food?" my wife asked, snapping me back into reality.

"Oh it's great." I responded in my booster seat, smiling warmly up at my wife.

"I want you to eat it all up honey." she told me, noticing my slow eating.

"Sure thing honey." I responded, stuffing another nugget into my mouth and
chewing.

Stacy continued to stare at me, now taking long draws at her straw, helping
herself to her delicious vanilla milkshake. Her gaze burned into my eyes as
her cheeks concaved time and time again as she sucked out the frothy white
liquid into her mouth while she rubbed her legs dreamily.

Although I found Stacy's display distracting, I found myself constantly
staring at my wife's chest. It was so huge and soft looking. I felt a strong
urge to curl up against her. I wanted her to cuddle me the way she had last
night. I wanted to go to sleep in her big soft lap.

Suddenly, visions began to flash into my mind. I saw my wife petting me while
I rested in her palm, a mere 6 inches tall. I saw Rebecca's giant face looming
above me, licking her lips at me hungrily. I saw a vision of my wife holding
me between her massive naked breasts as she layed in bed. I saw my wife's
giant tongue licking across my body hungrily. The most horrifying vision of
all was my new housing situation. I had been moved into a dollhouse that
rested on a table in our bedroom. All these visions flashed through my minds
eye in just a few seconds. Voices crept through my mind at rapid pace as the
images injected into my brain.

My vision of everything around me began to blur before crisping again. Then it
seemed like my sight zoomed in towards my wife like a video camera before
slowly unzooming back. And as if that wasn't enough to make me sick, my entire
perception began to ripple, undulating the very fabric of matter as if
somebody had thrown a pebble into the pond of water that was my vision. As the
rippling slowed to a halt, I heard an old raspy voice whisper.

"Smaller." the voice sounded snake-like and soft.

*A noise that sounded like the stretching of rubber entered my ears*

My body began to shrink till I could just bairly see over the table in front
of me. All the food on my tray in front of me seemed to grow larger. The booth
around me, my booster seat, it all expanded.

My wife's breasts began to balloon outward against her navy blue hoody, as if
they were being inflated with air. Her head lifted upwards as she grew taller,
her body stretching out and growing bigger all around. I looked under the
table and saw my wife's hoody creeping up her thighs, seeming to shrink around
her as her body expanded. Not having noticed a thing, Ashley continued to
munch away at her burger.

A frown covered my face as I looked around at my new surroundings. My eyes
teared up as I stared down at my shrunken legs.

"What's wrong baby?" asked my Wife, her voice filled with a maternal lilt.

I sniffled before answering. "Nothing." I responded.

"It's alright sweetie. Mommy's here for you. I know what's wrong." she told
me, brushing the back of her huge hand across my cheek.

"You... You do?" I stuttered, absolutely shocked that my wife realized my
situation.

"I'll finish this up real quick and you can spend the rest of my day off at
home with mommy." she informed me, finishing off the rest of her burger more
hastily.

"What did she mean her day off? Was she working now?" I pondered, trying to
make sense out of any information I received about my new life.

"And what did she mean she knew what was wrong? Could she honestly know I was
shrinking?" I wondered.

I looked over to see Stacy still crossing and uncrossing her legs purposefully
at me, trying to get my attention, but I did well to ignore her. It was easy
with my wife sitting across the table to look at. Her newly inflated chest was
awe inspiring.

My wife stood up from the booth and lifted me off my booster seat, propping my
tiny body up against her hip. I was guessing a was a few more inches more than
a foot tall. Ashley picked up our tray, slid its contents into the trash and
rested the tray on top of the trash receptical. She lifted me from her hip and
held me to her oversized chest as she pushed her way out of the restaurant.

When I was carried back into the parking lot, I was suprised to see my wife
clicking a button on her keychain to light up a brand new, suped up BMW. She
drove us to a glorious house in the richest neighborhood I've ever seen. The
house was incredible. The yard of well trimmed lawn stretched on and on and
on. We winded up a curving paved pathway to a garage. Ashley pushed a button
on a device resting on the flap above her seat and the garage door began to
lift upward automatically.

"Here we are!" she chirped.

I couldn't believe the gradeur of this house. It was too much. When we walked
in, classical music began playing automatically at low volume. The fireplace
lit up at the same time. I was carried to a large, soft, expensive looking
chair in the den by the fireplace.

"I'm really sorry." said Ashley with a nod as she knealed before me in the
chair.

"She wasn't honestly going to console me about the curse was she?" I wondered.

"I know I haven't been milking you enough lately." she concluded as she pealed
off her navy blue hoody.

I didn't know whether to frown or smile.

My wife's enormous breasts were smushed into the T-shirt she had worn when she
had first asked me out in the library. The words "Got Milk?" were stretched
and warped so much they were hardly legible. The shirt was so small that it
seemed to almost tear. It lifted out where her belly was and struggled to
contain her bust, displaying reverse cleavage from underneath.

"Mommy's so sorry." she apologized, leaning in towards me and sliding her
hands up my little legs.

My penis stiffened as her hands passed my crotch and slid up my chest to undo
my overalls. She unvelcroed my shoes and threw them off before tugged my
overalls off completely. Soon my underwear was off too and I was sitting in
the chair wearing just my white and green shirt.

Ashley's huge face seemed to be pretty close to being as big as my whole body.
Her chin fell between my legs and slid towards me so it rest against the chair
between my legs.

"I'm gonna make it up to you." she whispered, her breath washing over my
crotch. Her lips moved sensually before she licked them with her tongue,
causing them to glisten with saliva.

"I'm gonna milk you..." she began giving me quick lash with her tongue,
"All..." a long slow lick, "Day..." another slow lick, "Long..." she
concluded, dropping her lips onto me.

"Oh god!" I cried loudly as I felt my wife begin to hum her lips loudly like
she was playing a trumpet. My entire package began to vibrate like I was being
assaulted by an electronic sexual device. Orgasmic sensations began to pump
into my loins and I lost myself as my wife seemed to swallow my entire
miniature sized package. Her lips hummed and hummed, causing my body to begin
to twitch and spasm. I braced myself for what I thought would be another
tremendous load of semen, but it never came. My seed was normal sized again.
My wife swallowed it like it was nothing. I didn't even hear her swallow.

"MMmmmmmmmmm." her mouth echoed around my privates.

Her mouth lifted off of me.

"That tasted SO good Jack." she informed me with a big grin. "Do you have
anymore?" she asked mischivously, giving my shaft a big lick and causing it to
twitch. "Any more in there?" she laughed, raising her eyebrows and lapping at
my penis.

"No more for mommy? Hrmmm?" she cooed, flicking her tongue up and down me.
Though it felt beyond amazing, I was spent.

I felt her face descend upon me and nuzzle into my body. Her nose slid across
my body as her sensually soft cheeks slid back and forth across my skin. I was
in heaven. My wife stood to her full height and towered above me, running her
hands through her hair and fixing it. I gawked up at the mighty dark shadowy
reverse cleavage she sported underneath. Seeing me staring, my wife glanced
down at me as she finished fixing her hair. Her arms braced on both sides of
the chair's armrests before she lowered herself downward, presenting her full
chest towards me. Her breasts seemed to grow and grow as they approached my
small spent body.

"Hey Jack. Got Milk?" she laughed from above, quaking her breasts above me.

"All your milk belongs to Mommy." she informed me as she cooed at me like I
was a small child.

"She wants all your little milk. Yes she does." she coddled.

I began to stir in my chair, squirming in a pathetic struggle that lead to
nowhere. I felt so helpless and pathetic. My wife was turning me on so much.
Seeing my reaction she continued, fully conforming to her baby talk tone of
voice.

"Mommy's gonna milk baby all day long. Yes she is. She's gonna make baby feel
so good isn't she? She likes making baby squirt. Yes she does. Then mommy's
going to let you curl up against these." she said, squashing her breasts
together with her hands.

My body felt like it was being cooked in a firey couldren. My erection rose
upward and pointed at the boobs that were hovering above me.

"Look who's ready again!" she announced, lowering her face back down between
my legs. Her plush lips brushed up against my turgid manhood and began to move
against them.

"Baa ba ba ba ba ba." she toyed, turning her head from side to side like she
was teasing a baby, her lips played sensually against my dick with her words.

"Bbbbaaa ba ba ba ba." she repeated, scrunching her face and turning it so I
slid up and down her huge soft cheek.

It was already over. My dick spasmed and erupted while it was sliding against
the cheek of her scrunched face. My wife squealed with delight and continued
to move her head up and down, smearing me into her smooth skin. My load seemed
so pathetic and small in comparison to my titanic wife. A huge finger lowered
down and wiped my load off her cheek before sliding it between her lips.

"MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." she moaned with deep satisfaction as she tasted me.
Her plush lips pursed and kissed at my miniature sized genitals, covering me
with short little wet kisses. My penis twitched and spasmed as she kissed me
again and again. She didn't relent for several minutes. I was lost in a sea of
pleasure.

"GOD!" my wife exclaimed with a heavy breath. "You are SO cute Jack. I adore
you." she announced.

"I'm so sorry I've been so busy with work lately." she apologized, lifting my
body off the chair and cradling me against her in the crook of her arm like I
was a little baby. She rocked me gently in her arms as she walked around the
house. The flesh of her giant bosom felt incredible against me. I purposefully
rutted my head into her. This was a terribly intense session of pleasure my
wife was giving me. As my wife's arm bounced me against her breast, her chest
wobbled and shook gently. I was happy to discover that I was no longer
incredibly sleepy after every orgasm, which was a defenite perk.

Ashley carried me into the living room and set me on a black leather couch.
She backed away from me and slid onto the carpet on her back. She smiled at me
mischivously as she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Her breasts rested
dreamily against her chest as they were squashed by her far too tiny T-shirt.
Her tits wobbled as she arched her hips upwards and began tugging down her
tight jeans, revealing a pair of white cotten panties underneath. She grinned
at me the entire time as she pealed her pants off.

"Wow sweetie. Look at mommy!" she chirped as she turned onto her stomach,
presenting her huge perfectly round butt that was swelled to cartoonish
proportion. I felt myself drool.

"Do you think my clothes are too small?" she asked, struggling to run her
pinky finger underneath the material of her panty clad ass. It was stretched
rather tightly, but she managed to poke her finger into the flesh of her butt
and run it up and down her panty line as she looked at me teasingly.

It was good to see it was still my wife. Though her teasing that had worked
when I was a fully grown man was now increased 100 fold as I stared at her
tremendous body. All of my sensory organs were overloaded.

Ashley sat up and gripped the shirt at the start of her reverse cleavage,
eyeing me inquisitively. Her head tilted as it analyzed my face, sliding her
shirt up just bairly.

"Hrmmmmm..." she thought out loud as she had stopped tugging up her shirt
after it had only risen an inch.

Ashley's head tilted to the other side as she tugged her shirt up another
inch. She giggled and smiled at me as she saw my manhood stiffen. The ripped
off the rest of her shirt, lifting her arms into the air and struggling to
squeeze out of it.

*Riiiip* a ripping noise uttered as she forced it off her body, allowing her
full naked breasts to fall against her chest, wobbling in place.

The pace of my breath had increased to that of a fast walk just from staring
at her. Her hands hefted her boobs up and played with them, palming them and
squeezing them as she eyed me with a straight faced look of curiosity. God my
wife was so huge.

"Look at mommy." she said in a warm playful voice as she began bouncing her
chest up and down, pushing upward with her butt in short bursts.

My wife's chest began to bounce and bounce and wobble all over the place. It
was hypnotic. It was impossible to tear my eyes away. I was lost in a trance
as she smiled at me, bouncing herself up and down again and again. Then she
stopped and stood up, walking over to me. She knealed down in front of me and
lowered her breasts right above my miniature sized body.

"Mommy's so BIG isn't she baby?" she cooed.

"Y... Yeah." I said weakly, my face turning red.

"Mmmmmmmm." she moaned as she dropped a huge naked tit into my lap.

It was so heavy and huge, my arms wrapped around it and hugged it, but it was
no use fighting its weight. I was pressed backwards onto my back as her boob
slid and rutted down onto me. She lifted herself up and then let her boob
settle back down, as if testing its weight. My wife twisted her torso and slid
her breast across me, passing me to the other breast. Soon I was settled
between them. I looked up and saw my wife grinning down at me like the Chesire
Cat.

"It feels so good with you snuggling between them Jack. We're going to have to
do this more often." she announced before lifting her chest off of me.

"But for now I think you're ready for mommy to milk you again." she cooed like
she was talking to a baby.

"Wait, I have an idea." she announced.

I groaned as she lifted me up into the air. She sat down into the couch and
stood my body in her lap, staring up at her looming breasts. My shirt was
tugged over my head, forcing me to raise my arms as I stood now completely
naked. Her hands gripped me with a gentle ease and lifted me up to her naked
breast.

"I wanna make you squirt with my breasts." she announced in a cooing whisper.

I felt my body getting slid up and down with an insistant rythem against the
swells of her naked breasts. Though my wife was a tease, I never feared that
she wouldn't deliver. I felt my orgasm swelling as she squashed her breasts
firmly onto my body, sliding them up and down as she lifted and lowered my
body against her. I was positively engulfed in tit flesh and it didn't take
long for me to erupt. My dick spasmed and spewed for it's milky treasure,
splattering a tiny pearl necklace against Ashley's tremendous boobs. She
passed me to the other breast and continued to rub me against it as she
scooped up my seed from her tit to devour it.

"MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." she moaned. "GOD that's good." she announced.

"Does it feel good cuddling into mommy's boobs? Hrmmm?" she pried with a baby
doll voice.

"Yes." I answered weakly. Speaking wasn't really an issue at this point. My
wife was so dominant I really didn't have to say or do anything.

Ashley never seemed to tire of coddling me to her chest. For the next half and
hour she cuddled and bounced me to her bosom, coddling me with sweet words of
comfort that were both extremely soothing and belittling.

"Does baby like it when his mommy takes care of him? Hrmmm?" she cooed in a
babying tone.

"Yes." I said, my voice filled more with air then any kind of projecting
voice.

"Yes he does. He needs his mommy to keep him warm. Yeah." she coddled.

"She's so warm and soft. Isn't she?"

"Yes." I repeated, just as weakly.

"And Mommy LOVES taking care of her little baby. Yes she does. She never ever
wants to let him go. Yeah." she coddled, rocking me in her arms.

"Ashley..." I breathed.

"Shhhhhhhhh. Baby's don't talk." My wife insisted raising me to her face. Her
lips pursed in front of my waiting erection.

"A... Ashley." I whined.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." she silenced, her lips brushing up against me and
blowing warm air onto them, causing me to stiffen further.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh." she repeated, causing my penis to twitch.

Then I was swallowed between her lips like before as I felt her lips humming
loudly against me. My balls shook and tingled as her voice shook and vibrated
my body.

"HHhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." she moaned loudly.

"HHHHHHHhhhhhMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm." she moaned louder, causing my orgasm to push
forward.

"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" she hummed as
loudly as possible, causing me to burst with a violent orgasm.

"MmMmmmmmmmmmmmmm." she moaned as she tasted me.

"Hhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm." she continued to hum.

"HHHHHrrrrrmmmmmmMmmmmmm." she said once again, but stopped when she broke out
with laughter.

Though I felt her body's laughter shake my body, she didn't release me from
the wet soft prison of her lips and her tongue extended to bath me with it's
soft, saliva coated wetness.

My wife carried me upstairs into the bedroom and took a shower with me. She
lathered and cleaned my tiny body with her soapy hands before setting me down
and soaping herself down above me. I watched with intentness as she shampooed
her hair. The flowery aroma was very pleasing to my nose.

Ashley was true to her promise. She spent the rest of the night getting me off
again and again and again. She squeezed me out with her fingers, gave me
several more blowjobs, and slid me against her breasts to make me cum all
night long. Only I didn't cum all night long because my last 3 orgasms of the
night were entirely empty. She had milked me to the point of being entirely
dry. My dick was just getting sore when we fell asleep in her soft silky bed.
I was tucked against her bosom as I drifted off, feeling ever so warm, safe,
and comfortable.

My dreams were plagued that night with visions of the haggard old lady that
had cursed me what seemed like years ago. I was sitting at the edge of an old
pond. The staggering woman seemed to walk across the water on a giant lily pad
that seemed to follow her footsetps. She approached me and glared at me.

"Smaller." her ugly face whispered at me.

"Smaller." she rasped, her tone growing more angry.

"SMALLER!" she yelled with a cackle.

"Nooo! I'm sorry! It's not my fault!" I pleaded with her. She only cackled in
response.

I woke up in the cleft of Ashley's breasts. She was lying on her side and my
head poked out from the top of her cleavage. I had shrunk, and Ashley had
grown. I must have been 6 inches tall.

I placed my hands on the flesh of her breasts and tried to push myself out,
but unwedging myself proved to be rather difficult. I cringed as my attempts
to escape were sliding me across and press into the flesh of her boobs,
causing my erection to stir.

"ooooo." I winced as I pushed and pushed with all my might to no avail.

"Ashley!" I yelled. "Ashley!" I screamed.

There was no waking my slumbering wife. Her breasts inflated and deflated with
the loud snores of her breath. I beat my fists onto her giant tits.

"Hehehe. That tickles Jack." she whispered with pleasure, stirring in the bed.

"Wake UP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!" I repeated, still nothing.

"Wait a minute. Why is the shower running?" I thought to myself, listening to
the sound of running water in the distance.

"Who else is here?" I wondered with fear.

A few minutes later, the water stopped. A minute after, Rebecca walked out of
the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her muscular body.

"No... No... What is she doing here?" my mind panicked.

Eyeing me up almost instantly, Rebecca sauntered over towards my place between
Ashley's breasts on the bed.

"NOOO!" I screamed out loud. "WAKE UP ASHLEY!" I screamed, beating my fists
against her as violentely as I could.

"Hehe. It tickles when you squirm." said Ashley in her sleep.

Rebecca leaned over and rose her index finger to her lips in a gesture of
silence. Her fingers plucked my squirming body out from between Ashley's
breasts and cupped me in her palms, carrying me out of the bedroom's open
door.

The world was dark, with dim creases of light peaking in between Rebecca's
giant fingers. I wasn't familiar with my new house. I didn't know why Rebecca
was here, and I had entirely no clue what was going on.

I felt Rebecca's body lower and sit down somewhere. Her palm that formed the
roof lifted off of me and I saw we were sitting in the den with the flickering
fire illuminating the room with a dancing dim light. Rebecca's face looked
psychotic and twisted. The flames of the fire were reflected in her eyes.

"Remember all the good times we had Jack?" she uttered in a cold tone.

I was too scared to respond as she prodded me with the index finger of her
other hand. It traced gently up my legs and rubbed my tiny penis between my
legs.

"Remember all the blowjobs I gave you?" she asked as though not expecting a
response.

My penis began to stiffen as Rebecca's soft padded finger rubbed against it.

"Rebecca... Please... Stop." I said weakly, having no clue what my crazy
obsessed ex-girlfriend was capable of.

"Remember when I told you I loved you?" she asked, tears welling up in her
eyes as her pace increased against me. Her thumb and pointer finger gripped me
firmly and began sliding back and forth, coaxing my orgasm between her
fingers.

A feeling of dread washed over me. Rebecca did not look happy.

"And remember when you told me you loved me too?" she asked, a teardrop
falling from her eye.

"I JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU HAPPY." she whined loudly as I burst between her
fingers. Her pointer finger smushed my erection into my belly and slid up and
down it.

"But you left me." she cried, another teardrop falling from her face.

"Rebecca. I couldn't..."

"SHUTUP!" she screamed.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she erupted, a psychotic fire in her eyes.

At this point my body was shaking, and not from the orgasmic pleasure she was
giving me. I was terrified, scared for my life. I hoped to god that she would
rouse Ashley from her sleep. I prayed Ashley would save me.

"YOU'RE the reason that I'm unhappy. I can't live with myself as long as you
exist." she told me, her finger slid up into my chest and pressed into me with
a great force. I was scared my ribs would crack.

"And if I can't have you Jack Carter. Nobody can." she announced.

"Rebecca! You..." I started up but her finger smushed into my face, forcing my
silence. It was defenitely painful.

"Nobody will find you. There won't be any evidence." she informed me, raising
me up to her lips and licking them slowly and hungrily.

My whole body quivered with a fear I didn't know possible. I was more
terrified then I had ever been in my life.

"You're hopeless Jack!" she told me.

I felt Rebecca's lips slid over my feet slowly. Almost as if enjoying it, her
lips slid painfully slowly up my legs. Suddenly, I was pulled out of Rebecca's
lips and thrust violently downward into the side of her left hip, smushing
into the flesh beside her upper thigh and left asscheek. A finger pressed into
my face to silence me.

"Good Morning Rebecca!" chirped a cheerfull voice I recognized as my wife's

"Have you seen Jack?" she asked.

"Nope." replied Rebecca simply.

"I think he's hiding again." announced Ashley. "That silly little Raskal.
Hehe." she giggled.

My mind was crying out loudly for my wife to come, but she couldn't hear my
thoughts. I couldn't scream, yell, talk, or do anything as Rebecca squashed me
against her. Despair filled my heart as my wife's footsteps distanced
themselves from me. Rebecca held me out in front of her face once again and
licked her lips with a psychotic possessed look on her face.

THE END