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The Landmark Resort, Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2024-02-17 22:40:52 +0000 UTCHey everyone! I hope you're all having a good month so far! It's been so cold for so long where I live, and I think I'm just about ready for spring, lol. Just fyi this coming week I'm planning on posting new chapters of Melissa's Breakthrough, The Abatement of Kyle Trinter, and The Reveries of Aaron Cooper, in addition to two new art-based short stories! And for the $17-and-ups, I'll be posting a couple additional art stories, along with a new chapter of East of Eve later on this month. Can't wait to show ya'll what I've been working on <3
Chapter 14
Thomas was dreading the first interactions he and Mia would have with people walking by – being situated as he was, stashed under Mia’s big arm like a stuffed animal, he knew that they were sure to get plenty of inquiring, curious, and dumbfounded looks from the resort patrons. Well, that and, of course, the fact that he was only 4’7, collared and decked out in a skimpy black leather-strap outfit that underlined his subservient status. But most of all, he knew that people would be staring because of Mia. In her seductive black heels, she stood at a towering 7’10, an insane height that was bolstered by her thick, voluptuous, knockout curves that shook and shimmied with every step she took. Her revealing red bikini called immediate attention to her immaculate proportions, completing the picture of the Landmark Resort owner, who looked every bit the part of someone in charge. Thomas wondered how on earth he was going to get through the constant stimulation and teasing that were sure to ensue, since he knew that Mia, apart from being the definition of a bombshell, loved playing around with him, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy and then keeping him there, just on the edge, driving him mad with lust and desire.
It didn’t take long for them to encounter their first bewildered onlooker. On the way to the elevator, Thomas saw a young couple coming down the hall, going the opposite way. From his vantage point under Mia’s arm, he could see the couple slow their walk, in evident shock, upon seeing this colossal, majestic entity striding towards them.
“Good morning!” Mia said brightly, and Thomas could feel every syllable of her greeting vibrate through her body, directly into his.
“Morning…” the man replied, before Thomas heard him mutter “Holy…shit!” as they passed by.
“Under her arm…look!” whispered the woman. “What’s that!?”
“It’s…a…guy…!” Thomas heard the man whisper back, before their words faded away. Thomas felt his face flush with embarrassment. Surely he expected this kind of a reaction, though, right!? But it was one thing to expect it – it was quite another to actually experience it in real time. As they waited for the elevators, Mia gripped Thomas’s body to her with renewed strength, nuzzling up to him as she breathed down the back of his neck.
“Well…that was a good start, wasn’t it?” she chuckled softly down to him. “Just a little taste of what my little pet is going to be experiencing when we go outside. Mmmm, can you imagine!? Thousands and thousands of people watching us, watching me holding you like this, carrying you like a toy, like the cherished little pet you are. Haha you know, Thomas, I think I did you a favor by putting your cock in that box, don’t you think? I mean, can you imagine if I hadn’t!? Everyone would be ogling your erection! But as it is, your lust is hidden from everyone except me. That’s preferable to you, isn’t it? You’d prefer it that way?”
Right as she asked this question, the elevator opened, and as they stepped in, Mia reached into her purse and pressed a button on her app. Immediately, it felt to Thomas like his cock had become engulfed by a wet, hungry, slurping mouth, sucking and throating his cock over and over, forming a vacuum seal around its base, seeking to drain him of everything he had.
“Aaaaaaa!! Y-Yes…yes, Goddess!” Thomas choked out, “I…p-prefer it this way!”
“Mmmm, lovely,” Mia purred at him, the elevator doors closing. “That’s good to hear, because I prefer it this way too.” She pressed the button again, and the sucking sensations disappeared instantly. She smiled down at him, hitching him farther up under her arm as the elevator began to descend.
“Actually…” Mia said suddenly, “You know what? As much as I LOVE carrying you around like a little teddy bear, Thomas…I think I know a better way of displaying you to the world…a way that I’m SURE you will appreciate.”
Thomas had no idea what to expect, and could do nothing but wait and watch as Mia reached into her purse and fumbled around for a few seconds.
“Hrmm…no string,” she muttered to herself, seemingly disappointed, but then she snapped her fingers. “Aha! No need!” she laughed, and then took Thomas out from under her arm, holding him aloft in front of her with her hands under his arms, gently shaking his body back and forth while she talked to him with his bare feet hovering 3 feet off the floor.
“You like my ass, don’t you?” Mia asked, her eyes going wide in exaggeration as she spoke to him almost like he was a little kid. Thomas swallowed and nodded.
“I mean, you reeeeally like it,” Mia continued, gently shaking his body with her hands. “Actually, you’re in LOVE with it.” Thomas nodded again. Mia didn’t even need to be pressing any buttons on her app right now. Hidden away in the purple box, his cock was as hard as it could be.
“Mhm, I know you are,” Mia cooed at him, “So I think you’re going to love becoming a part of my bikini.”
“B-Becoming…a part of it!?” Thomas stammered, having no idea what she meant. At this point, he wasn’t going to put anything past Mia – for all he knew, she possessed the power to turn him into a piece of clothing.
‘She can steal my size…detach my cock,’ thought Thomas desperately, ‘So what ELSE can she do that seemed impossible before!?’
“Aww look at you,” Mia teased, reading his mind as she brought him close to her face and nuzzled his nose with hers. “Panicking already, thinking that I can turn you into a pair of panties! Haha noooo, no that’s not what i’m talking about, Thomas. THIs is what I mean.”
She lowered him down, wrapping one big hand gently but firmly around his neck (going all the way around so that her fingers touched), and brought him around behind her, so that he was staring straight into the middle of her gigantic ass cheeks.
“Now bring your arms around me, baby,” Mia ordered softly, “As faaaaar as you can go. Give my ass the biggest hug you can. Mmm, there we go…heheh is that it? Is that as far around as you can go?”
“Yes it…it is, I can’t go any farther,” answered Thomas, his voice muffled by Mia’s ass as his face squished up against her cheeks. He could almost get his arms all the way around her…almost. But, amazingly, her hips were so thick and wide, and her ass was so enormous, that, try as he might, he wasn’t able to get his arms all the way around. He felt the deep vibrations of Mia’s soft chuckling as she gently transferred her hand from his neck to his hands in front, grasping them both in one hand so that she was holding him up in midair, his feet dangling 6 inches off the floor, with the entire upper half of his body draped around her ass in a wide-armed embrace.
“This is perfect!” Mia laughed. “Just as I planned – I didn’t make you too big or too small…I made you juuuust right.” A few seconds later, she had tied Thomas’s hands around her front with the strings on her bikini, so that he was bound around her ass in a permanent hug. As the elevator reached the ground floor, Mia bounced her ass against him, flexing it and letting it go soft again.
“Speaking of which,” she mused aloud, “I think I’m gonna start calling you “Goldilocks,” Thomas, as my new pet name for you. Wanna know why? Because I’m still trying to decide whether little Goldilocks likes my ass when it’s too hard…” – here she flexed it against his face – “when it’s too soft…” – she relaxed her glutes, letting her cheeks go soft again – “Or when it’s juuuuust right!” The elevator doors opened and Mia strode out, her cheeks flexing and unflexing as they bounced against his face, his little feet dangling in midair as he clung helplessly to Mia’s midsection. She may not have literally turned him into a pair of panties, but, tied this way around her ass, the effect was more or less the same…more humiliating, even. Because now, everyone was staring at them – staring at this 7’10 voluptuous behemoth of a woman, strolling confidently away, with this short, skinny little man tied around her waist, his face smushed up against her colossal ass, his entire body bouncing and caroming about with each step she took.
The walk to the beach was one of the most humiliating, and at the same time one of the most erotic experiences that Thomas had ever endured. Because of his position, he could only partially see what was going on, since he had to turn his head either right or left to get a proper view of anything. Mia’s ass was simply too huge, and it blocked almost all of his forward line of sight. But it was difficult for Thomas to feel anything but awe and gratitude for this view; those amazing, enthralling, oiled-up, jiggling cheeks, bouncing and gyrating into his face over and over, were the sexiest things he had ever seen, that anyone at the resort had ever seen…and he, Thomas, lowly, shrunken, 4’7 Thomas, had the best view of them. With every long, confident stride Mia took, Thomas felt his entire torso pushed – shoved, really – by each alternating ass cheek. Back and forth, over and over, his little body was manhandled by her ass, shoved left by her left cheek as he felt the crescendoing wave of her muscle movement bounce and vibrate his entire body…only to be then lightly tossed to the right by her right ass cheek to receive the exact same treatment on the other side. It was a humiliating, mesmerizing, and thrillingly sensual experience for Thomas, and throughout the walk he found that he could barely contain himself. By this point he had encountered Mia’s magnificent ass up close many times, but this time he was literally tied to it, with its immense, fleshy glory pushing and shocking and bouncing up into his face with every step she took. Never before had he truly been able to appreciate the staggering weight of it…the sheer muscle…the raw strength. There was now absolutely no doubt in his mind that a single one of Mia’s ass cheeks was more powerful than his entire body; and her muscle wasn’t even the whole story. The thick layer of firm yet pillowy-soft feminine flesh that covered her ass and hips, and gave her those insane curves, made each one of those cheeks a marvelously megalithic monstrosity that effortlessly tossed his little body back and forth, left and right, like it was nothing more than a little ragdoll.
Shortly into the walk, Thomas became so overwhelmed by the size humiliation he was enduring that it felt like his mind was beginning to crack. In many ways, his mind had already “cracked,” but one thing that Mia had taught him was that, as deep as he already felt his humiliation was, as far down as he felt he had already gone, there was always somewhere deeper she could take him to…there was no bottom to the depths of his servitude to her superior mind and body, her superior being. He heard the app on Mia’s phone pinging over and over as his captive cock was pushed to the edge of orgasm over and over again…and yet, he couldn’t cum. Partially in despair, and partially from the practicality of wanting to stifle his helpless moans, Thomas buried his face in her gyrating cheeks, completely hiding away from the rest of the world as he fought to retain the last bits of his sanity. That warm, dark, jiggling nothingness surrounding him…it calmed his nerves, even as it paradoxically drove him to even more intense heights of lust.
He suddenly felt the wet trickle of something against his forehead, which then started running down in little beads down his cheek. Her sweat! Some remote part of the far recesses of his brain, his former self, felt a stab of disgust, but that instinct was quickly quashed almost as soon as it fought to rise up in his mind. The next moment, he had actually started debating with himself about whether or not he should lick the sweat up. No, he couldn’t do something like that – wasn’t he already being humiliated enough, getting paraded around like this in front of the entire resort!? But on the flipside, if he was already scouring the depths of humiliation, why try and resist now? Strangely, it made him feel even more ridiculous to resist licking it up – what was he trying to prove, anyway? That he was “strong” enough to resist lapping up his Mistress’s ass sweat!? The mere fact that he was contemplating it, and going back and forth in his mind, was evidence enough that any attempt to resist was yet another pathetic and fruitless attempt to somehow show that he still retained some autonomy, some independence, from his gigantic, bombshell captor.
‘What am I even thinking?’ he scolded himself, puckering his lips as he stuck out his tongue. ‘Trying to debate something like this…just give in…give in…she’ll love it! If she can even feel it, that is…so I should make sure to really slurp it up!’
He proceeded to do just that, making loud sipping and sucking sounds as he buried his face even deeper between her cheeks, drinking down as much of Mia’s ass sweat as he possibly could. It was incredible – he already knew that she had the most insane, captivating body of anyone he had ever seen…immaculate skin, perfect curves, insane proportions, the sexiest hands and feet, and a delicious, sweet, aromatic body scent that was almost like some sort of heavenly fruit…but now he was learning that even her sweat was sweet. It smelled sweet, and it tasted even sweeter, with the slightest hint of salt that gave it a pleasant, intoxicating bite. Thomas couldn’t get enough. He wanted more; he wanted so much more. And as Mia continued strolling down to the beach lounge, Thomas felt the deep, gladdening quivers of her chuckling laughter vibrate through his entire body through those perfect, meaty ass cheeks. She was laughing…at him…at his utter abjection…at her continuous, dominating victory over every last shred of his resistance.
Everyone they passed stared, many of them open-mouthed, at the towering majesty of Mia. She alone would have been more than enough to elicit these reactions, and, when he finally had to come up for air, Thoms got the impression that most people were staring first and foremost at HER…and that them noticing him was secondary. He was just icing on the cake at that point, so to speak. Icing on HER cake. Whenever his head wasn’t completely buried in between Mia’s cheeks, Thomas absorbed all the reactions: everyone stared, and some men literally looked like they were drooling. Girls were getting mad at their boyfriends for staring so unabashedly, and yet, many of the women were awestruck, just like the men. Whispers blended with whispers…people jealous, envious, thunderstruck…people wondering if she was real, and whether or not she was even human…whether she was a goddess…the occasional rogue comment about Thomas, some amused, some shocked, some disgusted…and all the while, time seemed to slow down, as Mia’s ass appeared to jiggle and bounce in slow motion, drawing out the insanity of what was happening, and sharpening it, intensifying it with every gluteal gyration that shook through Thomas’s body.
Once they finally made it to the beach lounge, to a particularly gigantic lounge chair, Thomas noticed that it fit Mia exactly at her current size. His mind shot back to weeks previously (it felt like years and years), before he shrank – he had noticed how huge this lounge chair was even then, when he was 6’5. Only now did he understand that it was there especially for Mia, whenever she grew this big. He found himself wondering how many times she had gone through this cycle before, and he actually began to get a little jealous at the thought of Mia having had “other pets” in the past.
‘What am I thinking!?’ he chastised himself, staring directly into Mia’s ass as she turned to survey all the people partying and having fun at the lounge. ‘I have the best view in the entire resort, and here I am getting jealous!? Get it together!’
“All right, little Miss Goldilocks,” Mia laughed down at him, turning back to glance down at him as she shimmied her ass from side to side. “Here we are! Did you enjoy the ride?”
With his feet still dangling off the ground, and his arms already burning from the “journey,” Thomas managed something of a nod.
“Good!” Mia laughed. “Because now you’re gonna go from my personal ass-ornament and sweat-licker to –”
*WHOOOM*
She promptly turned and sat down on him, squashing his body under her ass as his face went even deeper in between her cheek.
“My personal seat-cushion!” Mia finished, the delight in her voice still evident to Thomas dispute the fact that it had become quite muffled. She shook and shuffled her giant butt back and forth on his face, pushing it deeper still between her cheeks, as she proceeded to get comfortable in her chair. Thomas had no idea how she hadn’t just crushed the life out of him straight away. Even though it FELT like that was happening, he was still somewhat able to breathe. He quickly realized that this was because Mia’s ass was so gigantic that there was actually a sizable air pocket in between her cheeks, so that Thomas could breathe the oxygen at least for a time. But after a couple more shuffles of her ass, that last remaining air pocket was snuffed out in a squish of fragrant flesh. For the first time, Thomas truly had no air to breathe.
Mia just sat on him like that for a while, smirking down at the fruitless shakes and spasms of Thomas’s limbs that, after 30 seconds, became increasingly more frantic. Most of the patrons of the beach lounge evidently found humor in the picture…and the employees shot knowing glances at each other, indicating that they had seen this kind of thing many times before. Finally, Mia relented, smiling broadly at his flailing little hands in her lap as she reached across and undid the bikini bonds.
“Let’s just get you untied here real quick,” Mia cooed down at him, “Ah, there we go! Mmm, that’s it Thomas, deep breaths, deeeep breaths…you’re okay…I’ve got you.”
As soon as Mia had pulled Thomas out from underneath her butt and set him on his feet in front of her, he had started staggering in place for a few seconds, needing a little time to gulp huge breaths of fresh air and adjust his balance as he came back to the “real world.” But Mia, ever-attentive to her little pet, reached out a big arm and snaked her hand behind his upper back, steadying him and gently, lovingly massaging the back of his neck as he got his bearings.
“God, my hand is so massive compared to you,” she murmured, almost to herself. Then the next moment she brightened up and said aloud: “Actually, you know something Thomas? I think I’ve thought of an even BETTER name that you can call me. What is your name for me right now? Remind me.”
“I-It’s…it’s Goddess,” Thomas answered, finally getting some of his breath back. He vaguely registered that there were tons of people around them, all drinking and talking loudly and having a good time, but at the moment, he had tunnel vision for Mia.
“Mhm, yes it is,” she purred down at him, now reaching her other hand out and massaging the other side of his neck, so that, together, her huge hands were absolutely dominating his neck, shoulder, and collarbone area. And now, still seated, she bent forward, bringing her face very close to Thomas as she loomed over him, her strong hands working his upper body and keeping him in place.
“But that doesn’t seem quite enough, now does it?” she asked him, shaking her head. “Noooo, no, I think the size difference between us now is SO extreme that we’ve got to come up with something ELSE for you to call me. You agree, of course.”
Thomas nodded. The truth was he DID agree, even though he knew it didn’t matter in the least whether he did or didn’t.
“And so,” Mia declared softly down to him, “From now on, you are to refer to me ONLY as “Dommy Mommy Goddess.” That’s it – no “Mia,” no “Goddess.” ONLY “Dommy Mommy Goddess.” Is that understood?”
Thomas nodded, and Mia’s app pinged again. Her eyebrows went up and she laughed in his face:
“Hahaha WOW, you really are easy, aren’t you? All right now, come on, Goldilocks…I want to hear you say it. And say it LOUD. Is that understood?”
“Y-Yes, Dommy Mommy Goddess!” Thoms cried out, feeling his face burn with embarrassment as the ridiculous words sounded out among the crowd. The nearest people turned and stared, snickering to themselves, with some looking on in perplexity, and others (a few of the older patrons) with evident disapproval. But Mia clearly couldn’t have cared less about any censurious or disapproving reactions to her spectacle – she simply oozed power and confidence. No one would have doubted, their judgements aside, who was in charge at the Landmark Resort.
“There you go!” Mia clapped, reclining back in her lounge chair as she crossed the thick, creamy pillars of her legs. “So now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, it’s time for my little pet to go order me a drink. And in honor of my new title, I want you to get me a Bahama Mama. You know the drill, don’t you Thomas. Haha, I mean, you DID used to work here, before I adopted you as my new pet.”
“Y-Yes…Dommy Mommy Goddess,” answered Thomas.
“Mmmm, yes…and you will use my new name when ordering it,” Mia chuckled at him. He nodded, already beginning to shuffle away into the crowd, even as his stomach dropped a little. God, this would definitely be awkward. He prayed that Luna wasn’t the bartender on duty.
“Oh, and of course make it a quadruple,” Mia added. “Since, you know…THIS.” She indicated to her enormous body, and Thomas nodded again, understanding that she was so big that she needed to drink a LOT of alcohol to even feel it. He pushed his way through the crowd, a very difficult task, given his skinny 4’7 stature, and when he finally fought his way up to the bar, he had to stand on tiptoes to see fully above the bar itself. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the bartender wasn’t Luna, but someone he didn’t recognize…some young man…probably a new hire.
“What’ll you be getting her?” the bartender asked, grinning down at him. “I’m just assuming that’s who you’re ordering for.”
“Y-yeah,” Thomas replied, “Uh…uhm…I’ll…I’ll have a quadruple Bahama Mama…f-for…for my Dommy Mommy Goddess.”
The bartender stopped dead in his tracks and blinked at Thomas, his eyes going wide. Clearly, he knew that some power dynamic thing was going on, but it was also clear that he had not expected to hear THAT. But the shocked expression quickly dissipated into laughter.
“Aha…ahahahahaha! Wowwwwww…!!” the bartender exclaimed, shaking his head. “Oooookay man, whatever you say!”
A few other people had evidently heard Thomas utter his embarrassing phrase, and they joined in with the bartender in chuckling at this ridiculous, skinny short little guy who was obviously in over his head in one of those “dom-sub” relationships. A couple people looked a bit sorry for him, and a couple more looked nothing short of disgusted. Thomas was peripherally aware of all of this, and it certainly made his cheeks blush even redder than before, but strangely, despite the intense public humiliation aspect of what he was doing, he had a kind of tunnel vision, a single-purposeness, that actually relaxed him. The only thing that mattered was Mia…was Dommy Mommy Goddess. She wanted a quadruple Bahama Mama. It was his job to get her one…simple as that. As long as he was able to do that, he had nothing whatsoever to worry about.
But, as it turned out, Thomas wasn’t at all prepared for what he saw when he returned to Mia, tottering carefully with both hands holding the large, heavy drink, to make sure none of it spilled. He had been looking forward to her smirking smile, to her bright, dominant eyes, to her full, red lips telling him that he had done a good job. But when he came back to where Mia was sitting, he stopped dead in his tracks. A huge, tall lounge employee…a man…was standing behind Mia, applying sunscreen to her back. “Huge,” of course, was a relative term. To Thomas he was huge…but the employee was actually the same height – 6’5 – that Thomas used to be. But next to Mia, even though she was sitting, the man still looked tiny. Thomas’s mouth dropped open on its own accord, and his cheeks blushed an even more intense shade of crimson. This…this guy…this hunk…had taken his position! He was touching his Goddess…enjoying the privilege of applying sunscreen to her back…while he, Thomas, slaved away getting this drink, without getting to touch her at all!
“Ah yes, little pet!” Mia called out happily, raising her hand and gesturing to the table next to her. “Just put that right here. I’m having Sam rub up my back…enjoying the view, Sam?”
“I absolutely am,” Sam replied unapologetically, staring down at Mia’s gigantic tits as he continued to apply the lotion.
“Of course you are,” Mia chuckled, before turning to Thomas and making a mock pout with those gorgeous lips. “Awwww, baby, you’re upset that I got someone else to put sunscreen on my back…aren’t you?”
Thomas sighed and shrugged, feeling suddenly that he might start crying. This realization made him feel utterly pathetic, on top of how pathetic he already felt, being far shorter than Mia even though she was lounging in her giant chair.
“Sweetheart,” Mia cooed at him, reaching out a huge hand and palming his head, petting him like an animal, “Don’t be upset. I’m not replacing you, you know…no one could! You’re my little doggie, my precious tiny pet! My little Goldilocks! But baby…come on…look at how tiny your hands are!”
She held up her hand, indicating that Thomas should compare with her, and he put his hand up to her palm, blinking blankly at the result. It was absolutely ridiculous – Thomas’s entire hand, fingers included, barely managed to cover Mia’s palm. Her pinkie finger was much longer and thicker than his middle finger. In every conceivable way, it was an absurd comparison.
“Just think how long it would’ve taken you to cover my biiiiig back…with those teeeeeny tiiiiiny hands!” Mia laughed, bringing her fingers down and completely engulfing Thomas’s hand in her own, shaking it playfully so that his entire arm vibrated.
“Nooo, no,” Mia continued, “As much as I’d enjoy feeling those little hands struggle to cover me, we don’t have all day! I’ve got lots of fun things planned for later…mmmm, very good, Sam, I think you got all of me. That’ll be all.”
“It was my pleasure, Ms. Campbell,” Sam said respectfully. That name rang oddly in Thomas’s ear. He had completely forgotten Mia’s last name…the name he used to know her by. It was at this moment that Thomas also remembered that he had known Sam in passing, since they had both worked close together at the same resort. Up until this moment, Thomas hadn’t even registered this…and, apparently, neither had Sam. But as he left, Sam gave Thomas a second glance and almost paused, before walking away, muttering, “Huh…dude looks like a tiny version of that other guy who works here…uh…Thomas…”
Mia smiled knowingly at Thomas, and after Sam walked away, Thomas was just standing there by Mia’s gigantic lounge chair, taking in just how huge she was compared to everyone else. Sam was 6’5, and yet Mia dwarfed him; all the other “ordinary people” looked even tinier compared to her. In every way…height, stature, the size of her limbs, hands, and feet…everything…Mia was the runaway superior to everyone. It was really something, just to stand there next to her, and absorb how MASSIVE she truly was as his eyes scanned the panorama of everyone else at the beach lounge.
“Well?” Mia asked, startling Thomas out of his size-reverie.
“Y-Yes…Dommy Mommy Goddess?” asked Thomas. He knew he didn’t need to say it just then, but…he had just wanted to. Mia shook the bottle of sunscreen at him playfully.
“Aren’t you gonna watch the show?” Mia grinned, popping it open and squirting a long, thick rope of lotion onto her giant tits. “I figured I’d just go ahead and do the front myself. Here – ” and she shifted herself on the lounge chair, clearing a tiny spot that was perfect for Thomas to sit down. “Front row seats!”
Thomas didn’t need to be asked twice – he knew this was the “best seat in the house,” so to speak, and he scurried over and plopped his little butt down on the chair, directly next to Mia’s colossal thigh. It was so big, so voluptuous, juicy, and meaty, that it rose all the way up to the middle of Thomas’s chest. But Thomas was even more focused on Mia’s megalithic breasts, which were now smeared and shining with the sunscreen lotion…lotion that of course reminded him of his own ropey white cum. Mia giggled down at him and started playing with her tits, shaking her hands underneath them so that they bounced and jiggled crazily, high over Thomas’s head. His loins clenched up, and if things had been normal, he would’ve cum all over the inside of his skimpy leather outfit. But, of course, things were anything but “normal,” and Thomas could feel the nefarious contraptions inside the purple box working overtime, clenching and squeezing his cock, preventing him from reaching orgasm.
Mia didn’t stop there. She continued to put on a show for Thomas, sighing and moaning out in exaggeration as she lotioned up the rest of her front, going in long, slow strokes down her smooth, perfect stomach, teasing around her belly button as she winked down at him. Thomas was nearly panting from arousal at this point, and the telltale pinging sound kept sounding out of Mia’s phone, indicating that Thomas was hovering on the precipice of orgasm almost consistently at this point. By the time Mia finished lotioning up her front, Thomas’s face was beet-red, and he was covered in sweat.
“Ooops!” Mia exclaimed, putting her hand up to her mouth. “I almost forgot to do my thighs! Here, Thomas! Why don’t you give it a shot?”
She leaned forward with the sunscreen bottle and dropped a dollop into Thomas’s awaiting hands. He was eager to do something – anything – to distract himself from his arousal, but putting sunscreen on Mia’s giant, juicy thigh was likely not the best distraction. He turned with trembling hands to start, but after he put both hands on her thigh, Mia started laughing.
“Wait, stop, stop,” she giggled, unable to contain her mirth. “I wanna see your little handprints…ooooooooh god look at how tiny they are on my thigh!”
It was true – the sunscreen handprints were cartoonishly small compared to Mia’s leg. Thomas figured that it would probably take him about ten minutes to finish applying the lotion, and was, in a way, grateful when Mia lotioned up her own hand and brought it slapping down on her thigh, sending crazy flesh waves in every direction.
‘There’s no way I could make her leg do that,’ thought Thomas. ‘No…way…’
“Mmmmm, now THAT’S a handprint,” Mia chuckled, pointing to the print she had just left. “Haha it’s like four times the size of BOTH of yours! Heh, I think I’d better take it from here, Thomas.”
A few seconds later, she had finished applying the sunscreen to both of her thighs, and then she just laid back in her chair, wordlessly indicating for Thomas to scoot up next to her magnificent ass, like a pet waiting on its master. For a long while, that’s how they remained, with Mia lounging and sipping her drink, and Thomas sitting there, admiring her insane body, trying to come up with strategies to help himself back from the near-imminent orgasm that was boiling in his loins. At some point he remembered that, if he managed to go completely soft, then he’d be free – Mia would re-attach his cock, and he could resume his old life. But this thought only flashed by in passing…Thomas couldn’t take it seriously. For one thing, he no longer believed that he would be able to go soft with Mia anywhere close by (especially THIS close), and for another…well, there was just no other way around it. He didn’t WANT to go back to his former life. The longer he sat there with Mia at the beach lounge, the more proud and privileged he felt to be HERS. All these other people could stare at him and whisper about him and giggle about him all they wanted. He knew, deep down, that all the men were jealous of him…and a lot of the women probably were too. He would never presume to “have” Mia to himself, of course, but it was enough to say that she HAD him. And, despite his torturous arousal, and despite his inability to find relief, Thomas felt himself warming to his position…and he even started smiling to himself.
A different kind of ping sounded out on Mia’s phone, and she put her drink down and opened her purse, making sure to scratch the purple box a few times with her long fingernails and send extra shivers down Thomas’s spine, before retrieving her phone.
“Heheh, you’ve been on the edge for a while, haven’t you?” she murmured amusedly down at him, nudging her huge thigh into him playfully so that he had to grab onto it to keep from falling. “Hold on a sec…this is important.”
Thomas watched as she read the text she had just received, and he saw her eyes light up as she reached for her drink and promptly downed the rest of it. Thomas couldn’t help but think that, if he drank that much alcohol at his size, he might die…but he was listening to Mia now.
“Mmmm you’re gonna enjoy this,” she said, sitting up straight on the lounge chair as she wrapped her giant hand around his shoulders, pulling him into her even closer, so that he squished up against the splayed expanse of her titanic ass. “That was a message from a verrrry important man…a business associate of mine, in fact…and he’s scheduled to meet me in the main hotel lobby in ten minutes to discuss something…special.”
“S-Special?” Thomas asked, wondering what on earth Mia was talking about
“Mhm,” she nodded down at him. “Special. You’ll see what I mean soon enough…but…” And here, Mia suddenly looked almost upset, as her eyes scanned her body.
“What!?” Thomas asked, alarmed. “What is it!?”
“I just…” Mia answered, looking at him with concern. “I forgot how, well…FORMAL this meeting is going to be. I mean, I understand that my associate’s personal assistant will be there as well, to take down the minutes of the meeting. And…Thomas…it was so silly of me…look how UNDERDRESSED I am right now!” She gestured down to her skimpy bikini, which of course left very little of her body to the imagination.
“I don’t have time to go and change into new clothes,” Mia was musing aloud. “If ONLY I had some way to turn this two-piece bikini…into a one-piece. Yeah, a one-piece would do just fine for the meeting…if only, if onlyyyyyy…”
Her gaze traveled down and settled on Thomas. He felt like panicking – was she expecting him to come up with some kind of idea?! At this point, he could barely string two coherent, non-sexual thoughts together, let alone come up with some fashion idea for Mia on the fly. But now Mia’s mouth was curling up into that familiar smirking smile, and Thomas began to understand that she had never actually been concerned – she had just been toying with him.
“Oh,” she grinned as her eyes went over his little body. “I think I’ve got JUST the idea.”
“W-Well that’s…uhh, that’s…great!” Thomas answered nervously. Squished against her huge leg and gigantic ass, with Mia’s big hand weighing his shoulders down, he already felt, in a way, like he was slowly being slowly absorbed into her body. And he couldn’t help but think that this had actually already happened, in a very real sense; she had literally taken so much of his size from him, and absorbed it into herself, that he wondered how much more of himself she could take before he truly became a useless, hollow husk of a man. Was that her end goal!? Certainly not…Mia undoubtedly was the most dominant person he had ever met, but she wasn’t like that, surely…she would never go that far! As much as she had already reduced him, Thomas knew, deep down, that she really meant it when she called him her “pet.” And she was not the type to permanently harm her pets – oh sure, she enjoyed teasing him, even tormenting him, with all varieties of sexual mind games, gadgets, and magic (he didn’t know what else to call it), but even though he might worry at times about her ultimate designs on him, these particularly intense concerns didn’t last for long. When it came right down to it, he trusted Mia…completely. It was an aspect of his submission to her that he was continuing to learn.
“Aww sweetie,” Mia cooed at him, snapping him out of his thoughts as she lovingly massaged his neck. “I know I’ve been taking you on a bit of a roller coaster recently. It’s only natural that your little brain will freeze up every once in a while!”
“I’m…s-sorry,” Thomas said, quickly adding “Dommy Mommy Goddess” at the end. Mia chuckled and rubbed him some more, using both hands this time to loosen up his shoulders, his neck, and then the rest of his back and his arms as well. The impromptu massage felt amazing, first because it was so unexpected, and second because Mia’s huge hands knew exactly how to manipulate and tease out every knot in his little muscles. Then she teased his bare groin, rubbing and kneading her hand into it, not caring an iota for the impropriety of such a gesture in public. Thomas moaned out in pleasure and leaned into her harder, feeling the soft, feminine flesh of her ass and thigh pressing into him. Within a minute, he was completely loose and relaxed.
“There,” Mia smiled down at him, “shaking out” his limbs with her hand, one by one, “Now you’re all ready to complete my wardrobe!”
“T-To complete your wha – !?” Thomas started to say, but he didn’t even have time to finish his question before Mia had whisked him up off his butt with her big hands, standing him up in between her spread legs and she sat up straight on the lounge chair. It was incredible – even though he was standing and she was sitting, she was still a couple inches taller than him! But Thomas hardly had time to notice that, because Mia had swiveled him around, so that they were facing the same way, and wrapped her hand around both of his ankles, her fingers easily going all the way around as she pulled them together. Thomas quickly fell backwards, but he didn’t have far to fall, and he “landed” mostly upright with his head directly in between her massive, squishy tits.
“A perfect fit!” Mia sang out happily, “Just like I thought you were going to be!” Thomas could feel activity around his ankles, and he suddenly realized that Mia was once again tying him to her bikini bottom, except this time, she was tying his ankles to its front. A few seconds later, she pried his arms open, so they were spread eagle, and deftly tied them to her bikini top, so that he was effectively the missing link between her two-piece.
“Lovely!” Mia breathed, standing up and striking a couple poses for the amused onlookers. “And that’s how you turn a two-piece…into a one-piece!”
The app on Mia’s phone was pinging again, since Thomas had immediately become aroused by being used this way. He could feel his cock throbbing and pulsating, and his face blushed crimson as he fought to regain his composure…which was difficult, considering his head was squeezed directly in between Mia’s glorious breasts. They smelled so sweet, so divine, even as he had to remind himself to breathe deeply so that he wouldn’t pass out from sheer arousal.
“See, I take care of you, baby,” Mia whispered down to him, affectionately tousling his hair. “We had to get those little arms and legs aaaaall stretched out and warmed-up before we turned my bikini into something much more professional.”
Thomas couldn’t see Mia’s face from his current position, but he could tell by the tone of her voice that she was grinning…and getting a real kick out of turning him into an article of clothing. He was already starting to get around to enjoying the pure, submissive exhibitionism of the whole stunt, when he felt something soft by his feet. A white cotton shirt…a button-up shirt! Wait…was she…going to hide him!? He twisted himself around to try and get a better look, and saw that Mia had indeed threaded her big arms into a long-sleeve, button-up white dress shirt…which she was beginning to button up as he gaped.
“W-Wait…!” he exclaimed. “But I…I thought…”
“This is a business meeting, Thomas,” Mia chuckled, slowly continuing to button up her shirt in front of Thomas as he hung there helplessly. “As much as you were looking forward to being displayed by your Dommy Mommy Goddess, we have to tuck you away, so me and my associates can focus on the business at hand. Otherwise you’d be a hilarious distraction! No, no, I’ve gotta wear you underneath this shirt. But just remember, Thomas…you really help me feel confident.”
With that last joke, Mia buttoned up the white shirt in front of Thomas’s head, shrouding his vision of the outside world. All he could see now were indistinct shapes and colors – his world had suddenly become exclusively dominated by Mia’s big breasts on either side of his head, and by her long, fleshy stomach that undulated softly behind his body. Thomas found that if he looked straight up, he could see the underside of Mia’s chin…but that was about it. In every other sense, he was essentially her undershirt now. And when Mia stood up and began walking, his captive legs bounced and moved with each swivel of her mighty thighs. He knew that Mia was walking straight towards the main hotel lobby, and he wondered who exactly these “business associates” were, and what they would be talking about. Somehow, he knew that it would all be something that Mia had been planning for quite some time…perhaps even before she reached out to him that first time.
Even though Thomas felt some anxiety around the meeting, he reminded himself how much more anxiety he’d be having if Mia hadn’t put that shirt on. It was so strange – even though he had felt a little let down that she wasn’t going to proudly display him like that, he certainly felt relieved that he could at least relax and enjoy the coziness of her warm, voluptuous, sexy body. Even just a few minutes into their walk, Thomas was already beginning to feel like a part of her body. He moved exactly in tandem with her movements, and behind his head, he could hear her big heart beating steadily, hardly speeding up in the midst of their walk.
Thomas had almost been lulled into a kind of cozy, trance-like stupor when he suddenly heard Mia’s pleasant, confident voice speaking up, rattling every atom of his body as the soundwaves went straight through him:
“Ah, Brian! So nice to see you again!”
“Well…! Mia!” said a middle-aged man who was presumably “Brian.” “You look…I’m sorry if this is untoward…absolutely stunning. I…I don’t even…I don’t even know where to begin!”
Thomas felt a staccato vibration, and perceived that the two of them were shaking hands. He could see a vague outline of this man through the shirt, and his head looked to be right around where Thomas’s was currently…namely, right smack in the middle of Mia’s breasts.
“You’ve been working out!” Brain laughed, the awe more than evident in his voice.
“Oh yesss, yes, here and there,” Mia chuckled, her hand suddenly ticking Thomas’s foot under her shirt, causing him to squirm. “Along with a few other things…”
“Well…god, whatever you’re doing…is working,” Brian declared. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was so distracted that I forgot – this is Mitzy, my personal assistant.”
“Nice to meet you, Mitzy!” Mia intoned pleasantly, and Thomas felt her body suddenly dip down, until he was almost parallel to the floor. It took him a few seconds to realize that this was because Mitzy was much, much shorter than Mia…perhaps even close to his own height.
“Hello!” he heard Mitzy chirp out. “We really do appreciate you hosting us here, Mia…and if I may say, absolutely first class establishment you’ve got here!” Her voice was girlish and high-pitched, clearly the voice of someone diminutive, yet Thomas didn’t detect the least amount of intimidation in her tone. If anything, she sounded more on-top of it than Brian.
“Oh well, you know we do everything we can to make it enjoyable,” Mia said warmly, still leaning down, presumably shaking Mitzy’s hand (even though it was so small that Thomas couldn’t even perceive it). “I’m just happy to finally meet you, Mitzy, since, I mean…you’ve been the one who’s been organizing the whole enterprise, doing all the heavy lifting, making all the calls…I wonder why you don’t just can Brian and take over the whole foundation yourself!”
“She’s not wrong, you know,” Brian laughed. “Gotta watch my back!”
“It’s been very refreshing to be working with someone who always answers their phone, I can tell you that!” Mitzy smiled. “And their email…and provides all the account info without me even having to ask. You’re a PA’s dream, Mia – I didn’t even have to ask for routing numbers!”
“Just trying to make your job as easy as possible,” Mia smirked, turning her head over to Brian, “Since you’ve gotta deal with this guy!”
“Woah now, take it easy!” Brian exclaimed, putting his hands up. “I’ve got feelings, you know!”
“Sometimes too MANY feelings,” Mitzy cut in, smiling up at Mia. “That’s why he has me to make sure he doesn’t manage his money with his emotions…sometimes I wonder how on earth he managed to make the fortune he has!”
“Savvy investing, young lady,” Brian replied, obviously enjoying the exchange. “I was ahead of the curve in IT tech, and I’ll be ahead of the curve in nuclear fusion, just you wait!”
“With bated breath,” Mitzy chuckled. “So Mia…perhaps we should all three find somewhere comfortable to sit? There are some key figures I just wanted to go over with you, before we can finally give the a-okay on the yacht docking here next week.”
“Oh, absolutely,” Mia nodded, still bent down toward Mitzy. “I have a private room in the lounge reserved just for us. If you’ll just follow me.” But before Mia started walking, Thomas noticed that she had adjusted her posture, ever so slightly, so that his head was poking just outside of her shirt. It was only visible when she was bent down like this, and Thomas quickly understood that this was all by Mia’s design. As she pivoted, Thomas’s head was directly in the line of Mitzy’s vision, and as she turned to follow Mia, she caught sight of him. Thomas saw that Mitzy was a short, petite young woman, no taller or bigger than himself, but who nonetheless looked professional, confident and put-together in her woman’s suit and the briefcase she carried. Her blond hair was short in a stylish pixie cut, and her pretty face was accentuated by two very blue, piercing eyes that were now staring directly at Thomas. He froze. He didn’t have the slightest idea how she would react, and then…
Mitzy put her small, manicured hand up to her mouth, and Thomas could see, quite clearly, that she was stifling a laugh. That was all Mia needed, apparently, because the next moment she had risen up to her full height and was leading the group to the lounge.
“I trust you’ll be coming along with us on the trip, yes, Mitzy?” Mia asked. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, you know.”
“Oh…I’m coming all right,” Mitzy replied, and Thomas could hear the ironic humor in her voice. “I was excited before, Mia, but now…I can’t wait.”
Comments
stevebasic
You totally should. Absolutely killer writing, and fits "Landmark" vibe really well.
Joyce Julep
Thanks Steve! Lol maybe I should give that show a shot, since I've heard good things about it <3
stevebasic
Great great great chapter. You continue to devil us with your creativity - Mia wearing him is a wonderful new angle in domination. And if the writers of White Lotus haven’t reached out to you yet they’re making a huge mistake :)
