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The Interrogation 4 (Chapter 16)
🕑 Added 2024-11-21 14:00:06 +0000 UTCThen Logan’s fist ceased its hammering. His lower jaw detached. He blinked several times to convince himself he hadn’t simply passed out in the shower and walked into a fever dream now, because when at last the upper veil of Angelina’s sequined dress was drawn away, he didn’t see her grooved areolas and tumid teats. Instead, he saw a brassiere, the cups of which were made not from silk, but the writhing shrunken homunculi of Kyle and Chad, chained spread-eagle by twine with their naked backsides pressed into the doughy uppermost crest of each mammoth udder.
“Do you like my outfit?” Angelina cooed at Logan, once she’d frozen the handsome masturbator into gob-smacked petrification for the first time today, if not his whole life. She pinched the stringy shoulder-straps of her custom bra and tugged from both sides, causing the decorative six-inch moaners strapped across her breasts to squirm harder, their bodies briefly morphing deeper into the outer puff, while her jugs themselves merrily danced. “I decided to take your suggestion and wear something a little less… obvious. There’s something to be said for keeping your secrets close to the chest, I have to say.”
“W-Wha… how…” the fratster peeped.
“Yes, that’s more the reaction I was hoping for,” Angelina victoriously purred.
“LOGAN! HELP!” Chad screamed.
“GET US OFF HERE!” Kyle chimed, just as shrill.
At last without an uppity smirk or a smarmy comeback for use in retaliation at this insanity, nor even his clothes as armor, Logan let go of his hard-on, whiplashing his view between Angelina’s languid smugness and his probably-imaginary miniature naked friends serving as paltry support for her hefty bags; the fabric cups of her red bikini top earlier were hardly sufficient for this payload, though, which meant the weak half-foot frames of these two boys were liable to stretch and give out within a couple hours of use.
In this mind-shattering interim of Logan’s disturbia, while he pondered exactly what kind of pill he’d let that club girl stick on his tongue, the top dog found himself the recipient of a far more unpleasant and tactile surprise when an urgent stabbing pain shot through his erection. Looking down, he found this sensation was apt, given that Angelina had plunged the pointy end of a hidden syringe full of white liquid straight into his cockhead, and emptied it entirely before he leapt backward to safety.
“OW! Goddamn it, what the fuck did you just DO to me, you crazy CUNT?” Logan growled. No longer able to keep up suave and condescending appearances after getting a penis-full of whatever was in that needle, he staggered to the ground like a wounded animal, nursing his panged full-chub, then looked up at a perky-titted oddly-serene Angelina.
“Sorry if you felt a little prick there,” Angelina shrugged, tossing the empty milk syringe over her shoulder. “I did give you the chance to take your medicine by mouth, you’ll remember. I’m sure it would’ve gone done much smoother. And, really, I’d wager I could’ve convinced you now to have sucked it dry from a sippy cup like the good little boy you’re about to be, but… and feel free to take this as personally as you like… but I much preferred the idea of sticking something sharp into your teeny weenie instead.”
“I d-don’t know what you just put in me, or why it’s m-making me see shit, and I don’t really give a fuck either. Do you have any IDEA what I’m gonna do to you? You’re gonna have to pray you meet some blind nymphos out on the street from now on, because I promise you that face isn’t even gonna get the freaks hard after I’m done with it.” Logan arose and balled his fists until his knuckles popped, with obvious intent to rain them on his bed invader’s face.
“Lovely. Only, you may want to be quick about it.”
“What the hell does that-”
In a physics-breaking flash, the high-and-mighty big man on campus shrunk toward the floor. It happened so fast, even the siren herself thought for a moment she’d popped the lad out of existence, which was disappointing, before she looked down and found him sprawled on the ground, perfectly proportionate, at four inches tall.
“Amazing,” Angelina said, ascending from the bed and towering above her pathetic aggressor: the thorn in her side who was finally closer to the size of a literal thorn. “I admit, I’ve never tried feeding someone that way before - most boys haven’t pissed me off enough to deserve a dick needle - so for all I knew, you were just going to keel over on the spot and turn inside-out after that. But this is very useful to know.”
“Stop tripping. Stop tripping. Stop tripping,” Logan chanted like a mantra to himself. Though he tremored now just as much as any of his previously-shrunken peers, he held tightly to whatever semblance of coherency he could find, just trying to awaken from a drug-addled nightmare.
As Angelina’s ample citadel of a figure padded closer to him on the carpet, however, making him feel the seismic thump in his bones with each stride, his repetitions quieted to nothing. She hunkered low and laid flat on her stomach, naturally propped up on her chesticle mounds, with the nipple-hugged Chad and Kyle just barely kept from getting squashed under the weight of her forward-pointed funbags. Twirling her fingers through sleek black tresses, the smoky-eyed giantess observed her miniaturized target with a well-earned air of haughtiness.
“I don’t know what it is about you,” Angelina said. “Your looks, your libido, the way you seem to think everyone around you is either your employee or just a thing to wipe your ass with… but whatever it is, you got my attention today. Twice over. And I really can’t express in words to you how much I’ve been looking forward to this. So maybe I don’t have to use any for now.”
Logan looked up the tight-skinned milkbag colossi, all the way to the face of the haunting murderess while she grinned at him like a dragon on its gold heap, then down to his two friends strapped painfully across the bottom swells, and took a step backward. It was a retreat made far too late, though in reality, his fate was sealed from the moment he first laid a finger on a drunken Angelina’s bosom in the tiki bar. This narrow distance between them was immediately closed when the giantess lurched forward, rolling on her pliable maternal cushions like tank treads, and in the process of chasing after the four-incher, both Kyle and Chad were buried under the unbearably heavy pudge which took on the semi-flattened dimensions of dropped ice cream scoops. The half-foot bra boys squealed for mercy, but were muted during the short rampage of those boobs destined to overtake Logan with one squishy push. Sure enough, the little head honcho fell to the tidal wave, pinned by encroaching megaton curves from the waist-down. Just inches away, his friends were compressed under baking mushy-fleshed hell, without a sliver of light or air able to penetrate the compacted overhang of those boobs. But Logan only had eyes for Angelina, as usual.
