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Melissa's Breakthrough, Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2022-10-25 01:36:03 +0000 UTCHey everyone! Here's the next "Melissa" chapter! I've slightly re-written it so that Steve is an intern at the company that Melissa works for, and she's his boss. But I think you'll find that all the juicy dynamics are much the same. Enjoy! <3
Chapter 6
The next few days passed by quickly for Steve. The unbearable tension that had been building between him and Melissa had finally snapped, and now that the secret was out that they were attracted to each other, Steve didn’t have to agonize through hiding his erections when he was around her. For her part, Melissa really seemed to get a kick out of Steve’s near-constant arousal, and she didn’t waste any opportunity to call attention to his horniness, and to tease him about it.
“I mean, I know you just graduated college,” she said one morning, smirking down at the blatant erection that was tenting his oversized pajamas, “And that young people have a more voracious sexual appetite...butttt, like...geez louise, Steve, it’s like you can’t even help yourself whenever I’m close by. Your penis just goes *boing!* when I walk into the room. Hahaha, I’m not exaggerating, am I?”
“No...I...no, you’re not,” Steve admitted, blushing. Even though the sexual tension had indeed been broken between them, he was still very much getting used to Melissa’s flagrant and unabashed sexual teasing.
“Mmmmm, such a little horndog,” she chuckled, ruffling his hair with her big hand. Having been previously ignorant of sexual lingo, she had started looking up phrases to use to tease him, and “horndog” was one of her favorites.
“You know it’s pretty weird for me to hear you use words like...like “horndog,” right?” Steve said, trying to affect some semblance of protest against her flirty, dominating presence. Of course, this was all just part of the game -- the truth was that he loved her teasing, and the way that she had started to lord her body over him. Even feeling her big hand palming the top of his head was enough to pump his cock fuller, tenting his pajamas even more.
“Well, what else am I supposed to call you?” Melissa laughed. She backed away from him and put her hands on her hips. “You’re the one who’s been walking around with that erection poking out of your pants for the past three days!”
“And whose fault is that?” Steve countered immediately, sticking out his chin as he hopped out of his chair defiantly. As he did so, though, the reality of their size difference became even more palpable, and he wasn’t able to help matching Melissa’s wry and knowing grin with one of his own. He could only pretend to be indignant up until a point. The truth -- that he was helplessly attracted to Melissa’s curvy, growing body -- was undeniable at this point.
“Hey, I’m only responding as a woman to the social stimuli I receive!” declared Melissa loftily, straightening her figure more as she rose up above him even higher.
“Oh here we go with all the science jargon,” Steve groaned, rolling his eyes.
“And you can’t deny,” Melissa continued, talking over him, “That it is only natural for a woman of my age and reproductive disposition to ornament and accentuate herself in response to overt male sexual attention, regardless of whether he belongs to a subordinate socioeconomic group. The more success she has, the more she is driven to impress.”
“Translation: ever since we first had sex you’ve been flirting with me, trying to seduce me over and over again, even though I’m your intern, and now you’re totally shameless, as that see-through dress you’re wearing shows,” Steve responded, putting his own hands on his hips. He was quite pleased with how he was faring in his verbal joust with Melissa, but it was hard for her to take him seriously, with his cock pointed up at her like that. She put her hand to her mouth in an attempt to unsuccessfully stifle a laugh.
“Pssshshshahahha ohhhkay, Steve,” she chuckled, “You’re right.” She bent herself down slowly, luxuriously, at the hip, so that she was now staring down directly into his face. Steve felt the hot color rising in his cheeks; just the way she moved, and the way she looked at him now...it was so hot. And she was just so...huge compared to him. Even bending down like this, she was still a good six inches taller than him.
“But it’s working, isn’t it?” she breathed sexily into his face, glancing down in obvious amusement at his erection before bringing her eyes back up to meet his again. “You can be clever all you want, Steve, but you can’t deny that you’ve got the hots for your boss...and that I’ve got your cute little body wrapped around my finger...or my big, fat ass, as it happens.”
She then made a point of turning around very slowly, curving her back elegantly as she stuck out her large ass, popping her thick hips suggestively as she did so. She proceeded to jiggle and bounce her heavy ass cheeks suggestively, making them gyrate up and down, up and down, in a teasing and intimidating cadence of erotic display. Steve blinked and swallowed. He had no response to this, of course. Standing in front of her as he was, Steve saw that Melissa’s ass spanned all the way up from the middle of his chest to his neck.
He had already lost count of the number of times they had had sex in the past three days, and their sex usually ended with Melissa backing him up into a wall, suspending his entire body, or smushing him hard into the sofa cushions, or imprinting his torso onto her mattress or...whatever it was -- their sex always ended with his body wrapped around her huge ass, with him holding on for dear life, as she rode him hard down the searing highway of multiple orgasms. And her ass, and her height, and her curves, had only increased since they had first fucked, while Steve’s body had gone in the opposite direction.
Melissa slowly turned back around, arching a playful eyebrow down at him, as she allowed him to once again drink in the reality of the size difference between them. Steve’s shrinking had slowed somewhat over the past couple days, but it was still ongoing -- he had shrunk down to 4’5 now, while Melissa had grown to a towering 6’5 in her bare feet, a full two feet taller than him. She was standing in her bare feet right now, but when she was wearing her sexy black platform heels, she rose up to an incredible 6’11. When she was that tall (as he had experienced the night before), Steve found that he was looking slightly up at her belly button, with the top of her ass actually being even with his eyes.
“Hmm, nothing to say, huh?” Melissa teased. She winked down at him, sticking her tongue into the inside of her cheek. “It’s ok Steve -- I understand.”
In these situations, part of Steve couldn’t help but notice how obvious it was that Melissa was “playing sexy” for him. The way she opened her mouth like that, sticking her tongue into her cheek, posing with her hips, winking...it was all a little concocted, a little too obviously performative. But ironically, he was beginning to realize that Melissa’s awkwardness was exactly what made her so sexy...well, that and her knock-out body, of course. Even though she was obviously still a nerdy scientist who didn’t have much sexual experience, the mere fact that she was making the effort to “be sexy” for him made Steve hopelessly hard. It meant that she wanted him...that she enjoyed seeing him get hard...that she loved watching her effect on him. Subconsciously, her behavior was tickling and stroking Steve’s submissive urges more and more every day, and the novelty of her clumsily tenderfooted approach made it all the more arousing for him.
“You know, Steve,” she remarked suddenly, stepping forward and rapidly closing the gap in between them, “I had been meaning to tell you yesterday -- we’re actually pretty close to discovering the shrinking component in that multivitamin I gave you for the trial.”
“What!?” Steve burst out, his head jerking up to look at her. He couldn’t quite see straight up into her face, since he had to look halfway up her stomach and in between the twin behemoths of her breasts, which jutted out high over his head. Even still, he could see Melissa’s entertained expression, chucking down on him. Steve tried to back away from her to get a better view, and to establish a more “normal” setting for this conversation, which had suddenly become quite serious for him. But Melissa didn’t let him; instead, she reached both her arms down, effortlessly seizing both his hands in hers, completely engulfing them as she proceeded to wrap his little arms around her ass cheeks as far as they would go. Steve felt like he was hugging a plush, firm, sweet-smelling tree -- his arms were only able to go two-thirds of the way around her big ass before they were stretched to their limit. In this way, Melissa was “trapping him” around her ass all over again.
“Ohhhh look at how excited you are!” she laughed, staring down at him in between her breasts as she rocked back and forth on her feet, encouraging him to feel the huge slabs of her ass flex and unflex. “But I don’t think you actually heard me, Steve – I said we were close to discovering why you’re shrinking...not how to reverse it.”
“Oh,” Steve replied, his heart sinking a little.
“Hey, now!” Melissa exclaimed, affecting a pouty face as she pretended to be hurt, “I thought you liked being small, Steve!” She forced him to press his hands deeper into the vast, pillowy recesses of her ass flesh, and his hands sunk in even deeper, until they were practically invisible. “I thought you liked being my little shrunken horndog!”
“I…” began Steve, but he stopped for a moment, closing his mouth. The truth was that his feelings were complicated. He did get an unprecedented erotic thrill out of being dwarfed by Melissa, and the way she teased them with her big body, and dominated him during sex was...well, there were just no words for it. It was a sexual dream, a fulfillment of a fantasy that he hadn’t even known about. But he was also very far from accepting his current shrunken position as a permanent thing. If he was being honest with himself, the only way he was actually able to enjoy all of this crazy sexual diversion was by assuming that it was fleeting, and that eventually, Melissa and her lab would discover the secret to the shrinking and grow him back.
“It’s okay Steve,” Melissa breathed down at him, interrupting his thoughts as she softly shook and gyrated her body against his forced embrace. “Here, stand on my feet.”
“Huh?” asked Steve, puzzled. “What?”
“My feet,” Melissa repeated, and here Steve felt her much larger toes tickling the undersides of his soles. “Stand on them.”
“L-Look, Melissa, I…” Steve tried to begin. Being reminded of the lack of a “cure” for his shrunken condition had put him a little out of humor, even if his cock was still semi-hard. He didn’t really want to be playing any more of Melissa’s little games at the moment.
“No, no, come on,” she urged down at him softly, as she continued to pry his soles up off the kitchen floor using the force of her bare toes. After a few moments, accepting that there was nothing else for him to do, Steve sighed and stepped up on the tops of Melissa’s bare feet. With him still pulled around her ass in a forced embrace, she then proceeded to “walk him” around the kitchen, making sure to take slow, short steps that didn’t overstretch his little legs. Even in the midst of his sour mood, this show of power was enough to make Steve hard again. He felt like a little boy being taught how to walk.
“I know you’re still conflicted about being such a little munchkin now,” Melissa said, continuing to walk him around the kitchen as she talked, “And I know that you’d be lying to me if you said that you didn’t want to get back to your “normal” size. But we have to work with what we have, Steve. That’s how research works. And right now, we’re close to isolating the compound in the multivitamin that caused your shrinking....and my growth! Now isn’t that exciting!? You’re at the forefront of some of the most cutting-edge research of the century!”
“What a thrill,” remarked Steve dryly.
“It’s amazing that you even think you can pretend you aren’t enjoying yourself,” shot back Melissa, surprising Steve by suddenly stopping her walk and pushing him off her. He went reeling back, thumping gently into the refrigerator, and looked up at her in surprise. She actually did look a little...what was it? Hurt? Or was it just annoyed? He couldn’t be sure.
“I...it’s been good a-and bad,” he stammered, in the awkward position of trying to agree that the sex had been good, while also saying that he didn’t want it to go on like this forever.
“Hmmm, well,” Melissa retorted, swiveling her hip to the side as she copped another “sexy” pose (made all the more alluring by the fact that she was quite clearly irritated now), “I’m sorry to break it to you, Steve, but that’s just the way life is. It’s good, and it’s bad. But it’s up to you to enjoy the good parts.”
And she turned on her heel and stomped out of the kitchen, leaving Steve staring after her huge, billowing ass that was gyrating up and down after her. She made a beeline straight for her office and shut the door. Steve blinked and just stood there for a while, trying to wrap his mind around the exchange they had just had. So he had just pissed Melissa off by...what? Implying that he didn’t want to be 4’5 forever!? Her reaction seemed unfair and extreme, but the more he thought about it, the more the answer was obvious.
‘She’s been having such a good time during sex,’ he thought to himself. ‘You have too...but you’re not acknowledging it enough. She thinks you’re taking her for granted.’
For the rest of the day, Steve put himself through the emotional wringer, vacillating between regret and irritation. On the one hand, he didn’t want Melissa to feel like he was taking all her sexual attention for granted, but on the other hand, he felt like she was being unfair to him. What did she expect, after all!? He had literally shrunk down, and was still shrinking, even though it had started to slow down. Surely it was unfair on her part to expect him not to want to reverse it!?
That night, Steve was nervous at dinner. Melissa was a bit standoffish and stiff at first, still evidently feeling put-off from their morning exchange, but gradually she sank back into her laughing, confident, nerdy self, even going so far as to tease Steve a few times by drawing her long finger across his little arm, marveling at how she could now wrap her finger all the way around his tiny wrist.
But when it came time for bed, Steve found himself in a pickle. The past three nights, he and Melissa had slept in the same bed – her bed – after having sex. He couldn’t pretend that he didn’t want the same thing to happen tonight, but after offending her earlier, he felt awkward bringing it up. Melissa made a point of lounging out sexily on the sofa in her see-through, gossamer nightgown as she read over some biology journals. Steve was trying to focus on aimlessly surfing the web across the room, but every time Melissa arched her legs up, rubbing them against each other as she sighed out, or readjusted her big ass into a more “comfortable” position, he had to fight the urge to instigate a sexual exchange. They ended up going to bed without anything happening.
The same thing happened the next night, and then the night after. At this point, Steve just knew that Melissa was toying with him. With each passing day, she had worn more revealing clothing, until finally, on the third night, she didn’t wear anything at all. There she was, lounging her huge, sexy body on the sofa, with her tits out, totally naked, and her giant ass looking even bigger as it smushed and splayed itself out against the sofa cushions. Steve was again sitting across the room from her, gritting his teeth as he tried to control himself. He had shrunk down to 4’4 now, and Melissa had burgeoned up another inch, to 6’6. He felt smaller than ever, but more than anything else, it was the effort that Melissa was putting into teasing him, toying with him. Her smooth skin glistened in the low light, and it took Steve a little while to realize what was going on -- Melissa had actually oiled herself up, so that she would look even more tempting and tantalizing to him.
And it worked. After half an hour of silent sexual torment, Steve finally swallowed his dignity and spoke up:
“So...uhm...do you, uhh...do you want to…?”
Melissa casually looked up from her biology journals. She had a pencil in her mouth, and another red-colored one behind her ear. It made for a strange and arresting contrast -- she looked so studious and academic on one hand, but...her huge, naked, oiled-up body couldn’t have contrasted more starkly with the erudite aura she couldn’t help but give off.
“Hmm?” she asked sweetly, blinking at him.
Steve felt himself sinking a little lower in his chair. She knew. She knew exactly what he was asking, but she wasn’t going to let him have it easy. She was going to make him say it out loud.
“Y-you know…” he said deliberately, closing his laptop screen and gesturing pitifully with his hands.
“I know...what, Steve?” she asked, feigning ignorance. “Do I want to what?”
Steve sighed and slumped his shoulders. ‘Fine,’ he thought quickly, ‘She wants to hear me say it – I’ll say it.’ He was becoming increasingly desperate; it had been three days since they had last had sex, and his cock was rock-hard just from looking at her.
“Have...sex,” he said out loud, almost apologetically.
Melissa blinked at him slowly and took the pencil out of her mouth, tucking it behind her other ear. She arched her eyebrow at him, and a little smirk appeared at the corners of her closed mouth.
“Oh,” she said, the softness in her voice belying the naughty sparkle in her eyes, “I thought you were tired of being soooo small, Steve...living the tiny life...being dwarfed by everything around you. Because, see, if we have sex, it’s just gonna, you know...reinforce those things.”
She stretched her legs out and slapped the undersides of her thick thighs with her hands. Steve watched in awe as the solid flesh jiggled and quivered erotically, their movement accentuated by the oily glisten of her skin.
“Not even sure if you can handle these big thighs,” she continued, with an airy chuckle. She felt up her big boobs, bouncing them up and down. “Or these…” And then she moved her hands down her elegant, curved torso, finally having them come to rest in fists at her hips, right at the top of her ass. “Or these…” She shook her fists against the twin monoliths of flesh, jiggling her hips and causing her excess ass to shake and tremble. One of the sofa cushions fell off, just from this simple action; Steve could tell that, in fact, the whole sofa was moving. He was fully hard now.
“I...I can!” he exclaimed, feeling ridiculous in his response. “I’m...look, Melissa, I’m sorry I, like...offended you a few days ago, but...I didn’t mean to give you the impression that I --”
“That you what?” she cut in, leaning forward with an uncharacteristically hard expression chiseling her jaw. “That you wanted to stop fucking me?”
Steve felt his heart stop. Was she really that mad at him!? But it resumed beating again a moment later when her face softened back into a playful grin.
“Heh...I’m just playing around Steve – you weren’t really the one fucking me, were you? Haha, aaaanyway…” She had taken the red pencil from her ear and was apparently doodling something down on a piece of paper. “I know you’d love for us to resume our...previous habits, Steve, but something’s changed.”
“Uhm...what?” he asked, a little desperately. “What’s changed?”
“Well,” continued Melissa casually, not looking up from whatever she was writing, “We found out why you’re shrinking.”
“Y-You did!?” cried Steve, bolting upright in his chair. Melissa glanced up at him and laughed.
“Well yeah...I told you we would.”
“But I...I didn’t know it would be, uh, so soon!” was all Steve could manage to say. He had to remind himself that they hadn’t discovered the cure for his shrinking...just why it was happening. Melissa didn’t say anything; she was still just writing on the same piece of paper.
“So, um...what’s uh...what’s causing the shrinking, then?” ventured Steve.
“I’m so glad you asked!” Melissa chuckled, looking up again, and she proceeded to fold up the sheet of paper she had been writing on into a paper airplane. Very deliberately, she aimed it in his direction and threw it, only to have it immediately nosedive into the floor.
“Damn it!” she muttered, “It would’ve been so sexy if that’d worked!” She reached down, swiped the paper airplane off the floor, balled it up, and threw it to him. Steve caught it and opened it up. She had written a series of long, complicated formulas down, with all of them eventually coalescing to a final “equals” sign, followed by the phrase: “Steve Shrinks.”
“Uhhh…” he said uncertainly, but Melissa was already talking.
“So the sparknotes version, or whatever you college kids call “the gist” nowadays, is basically just this: K+ channel inhibition is caused by the inevitable apoptotic stimulation ,and the cells struggle through a truncated life cycle, including orchestrating a transfer of ions, specifically potassium. You remember? “K” is the atomic sign for potassium? Anyway, inherent volume regulatory mechanisms, intervention by high external potassium, or inhibition of a specific potassium pathway...all of this helps cells recover. But once the specialized sodium ions in the multivitamin kickstart the apoptotic process to eliminate these cells once they’re activated, the inhibition, or overriding the protective volume regulatory response, goes into freefall at a specific critical point, after which the shrinking begins. The higher concentrations of testosterone in your body accelerate the process, because remember, all testosterone really is is C19H28O2 of course, and the activation of multiple potassium efflux pathways –”
“Woah woah, hold on a sec,” interrupted Steve. “This...this is the “easy” version!? You really expect me to understand all that!?”
“I...well no, but it’s interesting!” replied Melissa, looking puzzled. Her face brightened after a few moments. “And anyway, it’s a research triumph! We figured it out!”
Melissa raised her arms and stood up from the sofa, and once again, Steve could do nothing but gawk. It certainly was impressive that they had discovered why he was shrinking, but right now, what was even more impressive to him was Melissa’s 6’6, goddess-like body looming over him, and with her arms spread out like that, she looked even bigger.
“Oh...right,” she chuckled, lowering her arms as she reverted from “scientist” back into “temptress.” “You reeeeally wanna have me again, don’t you Steve?”
“Yes,” he said quietly, nodding his head.
“Well we could just do that,” Melissa mused out loud, striking a variety of sexy poses as she spoke, “OR...we could have a bit of fun with it.”
“What do you mean?” Steve blurted out. He didn’t even care that he sounded desperate anymore.
Melissa grinned at him from behind her shoulder, shaking her big ass up and down at him. “You know how I have that pool table down in the basement?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well...how about I challenge you to a little game of 8-ball?” Melissa asked cheerfully. “If YOU win, I’ll let you do aaaaanything you want to me.”
Steve blinked and had to force his mouth to stay shut. Her body...her curves...she looked absolutely delicious.
“But if I win,” Melissa continued, producing a little clear bottle from behind one of the sofa cushions, “Then I get to make you drink this specialized potassium-ion compound, and shrink you down EVEN MORE.”
“Wh-What!?” cried Steve blankly, his eyes going wide.
“That’s it, Steve,” replied Melissa simply, shrugging her shoulders, “That’s the deal...no deal...no sex.”
“H-How...how much more...would you shrink me down?” asked Steve, trying to keep his voice from trembling.
Melissa shrugged again nonchalantly. “As much as I want.”
Steve fought in his mind, staring forward at his delectable, 6’6 boss. He felt ashamed; he wanted there to be more of a conflict in his head, but he already knew what he was going to say.
Ten minutes later they were downstairs, chalking up their pool cues in preparation for their game. Steve was still wearing his baggy pajamas, and Melissa was still completely naked, undoubtedly to increase the erotic pressure on her opponent. Whenever they made eye contact, she kept licking her lips and winking at him, throwing her thick hips from side to side, and showing him the full contours of her big ass. Steve was already having difficulty with the pool cue, and Melissa’s lascivious displays caused him to drop it not once, not twice, but three times.
“Heheh, you suuuure you’re up to this?” she teased, looking unbelievably sensuous and powerful as she bent herself down, poising her huge body to break the triangle of balls on the other end of the pool table. The table itself only came up to the middle of her big ass, whereas for Steve, it came all the way up to his shoulders.
“Just...break, ok?” he said, looking down at the floor. He had been previously pretty good at pool, but he had no idea how he was going to fare now that he could barely even reach the table. But right when Melissa hit the cue ball, he remembered that she wasn’t very good at pool to begin with. The ball spun wildly away, only ricocheting off the triangle of balls at a glancing angle -- in fact, she very nearly scratched, which would have given Steve the immediate victory.
As it was, though, no balls went in, and now it was his turn. He approached the table, standing on his tiptoes to try and get a good shot off. He was fortunate that the “2” ball was already isolated and very close to an open pocket, and he managed to knock it in. He was ecstatic -- he had drawn “first blood,” and now all he had to do was keep making balls, and he would win! But his reach was so pathetically short that he ended up flubbing the next shot.
“Oh well!” laughed Melissa, coming up behind him and hip-checking him to the side, making him stagger sideways a number of paces before he finally righted himself up against the wall. “My turn!”
“Hey!” Steve exclaimed indignantly.
“Oh please, I barely touched you,” she scoffed. “And anyway, it’s not my fault your shoulders are the same height as my hips!”
“It...IS, actually!” retorted Steve.
“Oh, well, whatever,” she laughed, and bent down, concentrating again on her shot, giving Steve a shoulder-high view of her immaculate ass. She knocked the “15” ball in on the next shot, and did a celebratory little dance, causing her flesh to jiggle and quiver sexily.
“Yeeeeah! All right!” she laughed. “I’m “stripes” and you’re “solids – it’s game on, baby!”
Melissa then somehow managed to make two more balls in a row, much to Steve’s dismay. Her size and height gave her an obvious advantage, as she didn’t have to reach at all to pull off her shots. Steve couldn’t believe how tiny the pool table looked next to her, and he could feel himself starting to sweat. Wasn’t it always cold down here in the basement? But at that moment he understood: Melissa had turned up the thermostat. She had planned all of this -- she had planned to be naked down here. He could see the little beads of sweat dripping down her gloriously nude body, and that, combined with the oils she had already applied to her skin, made her look all the more ravishing. Steve couldn’t concentrate, and missed his next four shots.
Slowly but surely, Melissa kept knocking the “striped” balls into the pockets. Her progress was slow, since she wasn’t a very good player, but it was still much faster than Steve’s. He was simply too short to be able to have the leverage and angles to make good shots. Once, he even asked if he could use a step stool, but Melissa shot him down, laughing.
“That wasn’t part of the agreement!” she trilled cheerfully, making yet another ball. “No outside help allowed!”
Finally, after fifteen more minutes, the game had finally come down to the critical point: Melissa had made all her balls, and now only needed to knock in the “8” ball to win. Steve was far behind, having only made three of his own balls. But Melissa had to deal with the final conundrum: if she scratched while trying to make the “8” ball, Steve automatically would win. Fortunately for her, Steve’s last shot was a catastrophe. He actually ended up slipping against the table as he labored to get the right angle, and ended up serving Melissa up the absolute perfect shot, one that she couldn’t miss, even being the amateur she was.
And she didn’t miss. Steve’s heart sank as he watched the black “8” ball drop into the pocket, and Melissa threw her arms up, doing another celebratory twerk, this time right in his face, backing him up all the way to the wall, and pinning him against it.
“Oh yeeeeaahh, Steve!” she laughed, her hulking ass completely dominating his torso as she pressed him up against the wall. “This ass is about to get a LOT bigger from your perspective, hahaha!”
Even though he felt the sting of the loss, a crazy spark of hope rose up in Steve’s mind. Melissa was going to shrink him...he was going to be a lot smaller...which meant that she was going to seem sooooo much bigger to him. How small would she make him!? 4 feet? 3 feet?? 1 foot!!? Or maybe even smaller!?!? She would be a giantess compared to him! And he couldn’t pretend that the thought itself wasn’t more intriguing than any promise of “normal” sex.
Melissa twirled around, facing him again. There she was, her hungry eyes sparkling down at him, as she flashed the little vial of clear liquid down at him. She licked her lips sexily, and in her erotic display, the vial slipped from her fingers and she reached out in a panic and caught it before it hit the floor. She chuckled, shaking her head down at him as she made a “whew, that was close!” face.
“Now…” she mused aloud, pivoting her hips side to side as she faced him down, “How smalllll...how small to make you…”
Comments
stevebasic
Omg Melissa continues to have just the right amount of dorkiness in her to keep her one of my fave characters of yours ever. The little details and asides you throw in to keep her rich in her goofiness are noticed and appreciated. Thanks for a great story so far :)
Joyce Julep
Yes, I'll be attaching a re-worked pdf of the story when I post Chapter 7 in November :)
Dan C.
Will the other reworked chapters be released later?
