Searching For Sparky (remastered) - Chapter 2

My full focus is going into this service and I hope that all are enjoying. I think Chapter 2 of Searching for Sparky (remastered) has had quite a glow up. I put time, effort, and love into this chapter so it would hopefully last forever. I hope you are as happy with it as I am.

We still have one more chapter release for the month of February, probably around the 26th. I do not know what the story/chapter will be yet.

base rhythm with heavy drums kicks in

What's that sound? Oh yeah, that's the sound of success.

puts his hand up to the back of his ear like a pro wrestler

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Chapter 2 – Neighborly Visit

The next day at work I kept running the events of the night before in my mind. Things like that just don't happen to me very often. It was like a movie. Although I was pleased to have such good Christian neighbors, I was scared of Clarissa, and I was scared of Milton too for that matter. They were both a lot bigger than me, seemed to have mental issues, and avoiding them would be tricky seeing as how I was only two doors down from them. Milton seemed to like me a lot, which made contact with him even more likely.

I liked the guy too, he was a nice enough guy, but all that stuff about roughing up anyone that messed with his daughter was a bit unsettling. I was certain he had no idea at all who his daughter really was, and his warped perspective might cause him to think that I had done something to offend his family. If he popped in at the wrong time and saw Clarissa messing with me, he might go into a rage and put me in a hospital. I didn't want to take that chance and I was trying to work out how to navigate this risk without being so overt and socially awkward about it.

As I shelved some books, I thought about Clarissa, that vixen. I found myself getting angry thinking about the position she put me in, but also aroused. Pondering the swells of her ass under that skirt in front of the TV, her feet in my lap, I found myself becoming turned on at the thought of her dominating me. I had to change the subject of my thoughts or I'd be walking around the store sporting major wood. Something about that girl freaked me out though, she seemed unbalanced, maybe even unhinged? I'd have to stay away from her for sure, regardless of how attractive she was.

"Oh crap." I said thinking out loud remembering how I had agreed to let her show me around town today after work.

Looking at my watch I said "2:30" to myself. Half an hour before I was done for the day. I pondered what time Clarissa got home from class. I could probably sneak into my room and just not answer the door. Or maybe I should wait and go home late?

I can't believe how awkward this has become.

 I was irritated and annoyed. I didn't want any drama at all in my living space. I had hoped that everyone living near me would be normal, so I wouldn't have any drama. Now I felt concern about how I would interact with Milton and his family.

Maybe you shouldn't have been so friendly Mitch?

This is all so stupid.

Take a look at yourself, scared to go home because of some 18-year-old in a skirt.

I laughed, realizing my situation and how silly it was to feel this much anxiety. I started losing most all my fear of going home after work, realizing that I was a fully grown man that ran a bookstore, and could certainly handle an awkward social situation.

What is the worst that could happen?

I shrugged to myself.

Three O'clock hit and I clocked out.

"Okay Cheryl, I'm done for the day. Hold the fort down for me." I said on the way out.

"You got it boss." replied my trusty employee Cheryl.

I had been correct to calm myself down and not worry too much about it. Nothing happened.

I went up the elevator of the apartment complex, down the hall, and into my room with no trouble. No Clarissa, no Milton. They probably hadn't taken the silly proposal of taking me on a field trip seriously and left me in peace. I put on some pajama pants and a white t-shirt and lounged around my home, reading my favorite author's latest book.

“Razbar-5: Glory of the Martians” I read aloud, realizing I was only two chapters into the latest science fiction novel written by my favorite author Martin T Smitley. I was smiling so much as I looked at the cool cover with compelling art on it. It made me think of old cartoon stereotypes, with the attractive busty female scantily clad and the muscular heroic male brandishing a ray-gun, both in futuristic attire, adventuring on a far away planet.

I began the third chapter and the two main characters were on their spaceship, traveling on an important mission when...

**knock** **knock** **knock**

It had only been fifteen minutes since I had arrived at home, and there was a knock on my door.

My heart sank into my stomach and my stomach felt like a ton of bricks. It had to be Clarissa. I looked around the room, but then froze and remained perfectly still. Then my stomach's butterflies got even worse as I realized I hadn't locked the door.

**KNOCK** **KNOCK** **KNOCK**

"Should I move? Should I get up and lock the door? I would have to." my mind thought.

I crawled up out of my chair and stealthed across my room slowly and quietly, careful to not make any noise. As I was finally about to reach the door, I saw the doorknob turn and the door swing open, I almost crapped myself at the sight before me. 

Filling most of the doorway was Clarissa's seemingly colossal body in her school's uniform. That same thin white shirt and blue and green plaid skirt that came midway down her thighs. I was eye level with the top of her shoulders and saw first the strap of her black bra and then the rest of its lacy form faintly visible through the material of her button down shirt. Some of the top buttons were undone, causing an eyeful of cleavage to loom just below my vision. I stared straight ahead into the bottom of her smooth neck. The dark brown straps of a mini sized backpack wrapped over her shoulders and under her arms. She had long white socks with two thick blue horizontal stripes near the top. There was one small leather strap clasping her feat into her formal black shoes.

"Hi there neighbor. Did you miss me?" said that soft high pitched innocent voice that sent a pang of adrenaline through my body, her torso twisting side to side casually as she slid her thumbs underneath the mini-backpack straps on her shoulders, holding her chest perfectly upright with perky healthy posture.

Her breasts looked big... really big.

I wasn't certain if she was holding her youthful chest so proudly for my benefit, or if that was just her natural confident posture. Her breasts were really large and intimidating, more so with some of her buttons undone as they were, exposing the soft skin of part of her bosom for me to feast my eyes on. She carried herself with the posture of a soldier or a dancer or something. It made her breasts seem even bigger how straight and upright her cheerful healthy posture was.

I craned my neck up slightly to see her pearly white very slightly crooked teeth that looked so natural and next-door-girl-esque as she grinned down at me with a big smile and a joyous look on her eyes. Her torso gently rotated from side to side with her thumbs underneath the brown straps of her mini-backpack, thrusting out her proud heavy chest towards me as she twisted her torso side to side. I heard my saliva slide down my throat as I swallowed and backed up into my apartment.

"H...Hi... Clarissa..." I stuttered, intimidated by this woman's size as she stepped towards me, towering above me.

**thump** **thump** **thump** the sound of black formal dress shoes stepping forward until she stood close to me.

"Wow, you really are tiny." she whispered staring me up and down.

"How did you get so small?" she asked bluntly, half-stepping towards me just once more, drawing ever so close.

**ThumP** the sound of her foot stepping right next to me. 

With her so close to me, it drew her bosom very close to my eyes, face, and head, and it was intimidating me due to the sheer size of it. Her boobs were really big and they wobbled and quivered a bit into place when she stopped moving after taking her step.

"P... please... come in." I stammered, trying to save face as I took a few steps slowly backwards.

She had already entered before I had allowed permission and we both knew that. There was a certain tension in the air. I tried to maintain the facade that this was a willing exchange and that I would have allowed her entry into my home. I didn't want to show the authentic fear that I felt inside.

I heard her girly voice giggle at me as she closed the door behind her.

"Uhhhhh... So..." I began, backing up further away from her as walked slowly into the room.

"You're gonna show me around the... park are you?" I asked meekly, gawking at her chest as her body turned from having closed the door, giving me a gut wrenching side profile of her size as I slowly stepped backwards.

"Nice place you got here Mitch." she announced, ignoring me and looking around the apartment. 

"Yeah. Thanks." I said, scratching the back of my neck, not really sure where to stand, feeling awkward in my own home.

"It's a bit hot in here though." she announced, raising her hands to her blouse as she stepped into the kitchen, walking closely past me, exploring my apartment.

I watched as her heavy breasts bounced naturally in her button down shirt as she walked, taking exploratory steps around my apartment. It was as if Clarissa was settling in, investigating my apartment and situating herself with my private living space so she could grow accustomed to it. I could feel this happening and I really didn't like it. I was hoping to keep her outside of my apartment. I was kicking myself so hard for not locking the door and I was actually astounded that I could have blundered that hard. If I had just kept it locked, I could have pretended to not be home when she came knocking on my front-door. I had really blown it.

 "Is it?" I asked, my knees feeling week.

"So, I guess we should be going right? Before it gets dark." I said weakly, suggesting we get on our way to the park or whatever trip she had planned.

It's safer out there in public around this woman. This private area is not a good place to be.

"Hrmmm?" her voice hummed gently, her body turning back towards me, showing me that she had undone another button on her shirt, exposing the cups of her bra and the material between them as she began to saunter towards me.

The gesture was so overt that my animal brain responded against its will. I found the transition from some of her buttons being undone to so more buttons being undone was quite jarring, as her bra was more or less exposed at this point. She looked hot as hell, and her breasts were really close to my line of sight, making them seem even bigger. The natural motion in her chest as she walked was really hypnotic and was constantly drawing my eyes.

"God she's big." I thought to myself, feeling intimidating by her mass approaching me, her breasts bouncing and shaking with natural motion as she did, drawing my eye.

I was staring at her chest entirely as she walked towards me. I wasn't even thinking straight or acting normally. Normally I would have been worried about being caught, but I felt lost in a trance almost. It was just, I wasn't used to seeing such incredible feminine motion and size like that, right in front of me.

Don't forget about Milton... he'll kick your ass if you so much as touch her...

"Did you say something?" she cooed, bringing her big curvy body close to me.

She seemed to really enjoy standing next to me. Did she know how uncomfortable and intimidating she was? It made me feel uncomfortable and scared to have her stand this close to me, but it aroused me in full. I felt myself stiffening as she brought her body so close to me. It was not lost on me at all that I was staring straight into the bottom of her neck, my head barely clearing her shoulders. She really towered over me and her being so close only made it seem worse.

"I said... We should... get... going right?" I said slowly, backing away from her until my legs hit the back of my couch.

I almost lost my balance and fell backwards onto the couch. I felt a bit like Neo from the Matrix bending backwards and dodging bullets for a minute, my hands swinging in the air for a moment as I tried to regain balance without falling. I felt a bit embarrassed by my drastic body motions. It was so obvious that I was nervous and tense and it was a bit embarrassing.

Clarissa stepped towards me slowly and confidently, grinning down at me with a knowing grin. I felt her fingers lifting my chin to look up at her.

"Gosh, you are sooo small. Look at you." she whispered, her chest a short distance away from my neck, approaching me.

Boobs... big boobs...

**gulp** the sound of audible swallowing.

I swallowed and began to sweat. I felt a bead of sweat building on my forehead, threatening to slide downward.

"I must look so big to you, hrmmm?" she asked in her innocent female voice.

"Well uhhh... yeah." I said, stating the obvious.

I was nervous because she was sort of boxing me in. I couldn't really get away without making an embarrassingly obvious withdrawal, showing her how afraid of her I really was. I was standing there motionless with my back to the couch, pondering if I should step or leap over it to escape her physical presence.

"Look at this," she said, stretching her body up to its full height, thrusting her exposed cleavage inches away from the bottom of my chin, "You don't even come up to my chin... haha." she laughed excitedly.

It was not lost on me, how much taller and bigger she was, as she compared her body with mine.

I felt Clarissa's hand slide through my brown hair as if she was gently petting a cat. I felt myself begin to stiffen in my pajama pants. I was trying to fight it and prevent my penis from hardening in my pajamas because it would have been so obvious.

“Chin chin chin... smaller than my chinny chin chin...” she cooed down at me as she pet me, re-asserting how small I was compared to her.

I felt so meek, like I couldn't move. There was something about her presence that was holding me there. I felt her fingers move delightfully through my hair, her fingernails scraping against my scalp, and her fingers weaving through my hair. I felt her fingers drawing circles and then moving back and forth, teasing me with the touch of her fingers on my head. I heard her giggling a bit at my obvious positive response to her touch. 

I wasn't just the fact that she was touching me, her bosom was so close to me and it was honestly intimidating. I was trying not to stare, but it was just so big and my eyes actually couldn't help it. I felt almost as if in a trance as she touched my head with her fingers, holding her bosom so close to my head, intimidating me with her size and sexuality. I started getting nervous because I was losing a battle of willpower between my legs and I was feeling so much stirring.

“Gosh, if you were any smaller than you are now you'd be pretty helpless huh? I've never met a man that was quite as small as you. It's actually so super cute.” her tone of voice was cheerful and cute, like a girl playing with a toy, but she was very much so a fully grown adult, and I was certainly afraid of her size, muscle, shapely body, and her physical power. It did not matter that she was only eighteen years old, because she was so huge and her size intimidated me quite a lot.

I felt her fingers working into my hair even more passionately when she said the word “cute,” as if she was working herself up with her own words. I could tell she was obviously excited by men that were smaller than her. I had no idea why though. I had never encountered this before and it seemed deeply strange to me. I took it as a red flag and I felt uncomfortable with this huge sexy young 18-year-old woman wondering around in my home with her shirt unbuttoned. I was trying to think about how I was going to get her out of my home and diffuse the situation as quickly as possible, but I didn't feel like I was doing a very good job of that thus far. 

**bounce wobble wobble** the large natural motion of big female breasts as they moved along with her shifting posture, bouncing, and wobbling before my eyes.

"Oh WOW! COOL STEREO!" she said like an excited teenager as she ran over to the stereo by my TV, causing a huge wobble, bounce, and shift in her bosom as she suddenly took off.

 I had been staring straight at her chest when she took off, and I was treated to a potently erotic sight of her tits carrying out an abrupt natural motion. The video tape of that was permanently etched into my memory. It made me feel more sensitive to her overall. I realized she was capable of making me feel very primal erotic feelings. The raw motion of her tits stimulated my animal brain so much.

She tossed down her mini backpack and reached into it to pull out a CD (compact disc). She quickly stuffed the CD into my stereo and turned it on.

"Careful with that Clarissa. It's expensive." I cautioned, entirely uncomfortable with her messing around with my stereo.

My stereo had been passed down to me from my grandfather and it was precious to me. It was an older model, but it was very high quality and it was an antique at this point. I kept it highly maintained. I was getting all sorts of feelings from her running over to my stereo and using it without asking. It was like this girl couldn't hear a word I said. It was like I wasn't even there.

**boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** the sound of music supported by heavy base and dance rhythm as Clarissa adjusted the volume knob.

[Optional Suggestion: Try putting on your headphones and turning on your own heavy base dance music of your liking before reading this]

Some kind of music I wasn't familiar with filled the air. It was an up-tempo dance type music with some kind of heavy drums giving a solid rhythm. I sat down on the couch to hide my hardening member and watched in horror as Clarissa began dancing in a way I had no clue was possible. She was a very seasoned dancer and gave off professional dancer vibes, as if she practiced on her own all the time. Her school uniform skirt began to sway to the music sashaying left and right with her hips as she spun around every so often, shaking her thing in a way that was overtly confident, powerful, and sexual.

**boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** the base was pounding, in perfect timing to the sideways thrusting of her hips.

Clarissa's body began undulating skillfully and sexily as she used her body to move to the music, turning over to look at me with an overly confident smile, her inviting gaze encouraging me to watch her as she danced. I fidgeted on the couch as she whipped those sexy hips around with a snapping motion causing her skirt to lift up occasionally, flashing me with her thick upper thighs that were so loaded with youthful feminine muscle and flesh. A few times it whipped high enough to show me the briefest glimpse of her black panties that matched her bra. Her skirt couldn't hide the fact that she had so much meat on her butt and hips, and Clarissa obviously knew how to use her body to get a guy's attention. Her chest heaved and bounced with her sexy undulations as she continued putting on a show for me.

**boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** the music kept thumping and thumping into my ears.

My grandfather's stereo was definitely doing justice to whatever she was playing. The music filling the room only seemed to enhance the intensity of Clarissa's awesome presence, that would be filling up the room with it's imposing energy even without the music and dancing. Seeing her moving her very attractive body, entirely in her element like this was daunting. She was so confident, so strong, and her kinetic intelligence was obviously through the roof. It made me realize she likely had a lot more power and strength hidden within the muscles of her body than I realized. I realized she could likely overpower me easily if she wanted to. I just sat on the couch, watching this amazing display as the music thumped into my ears wonderfully.

**boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** the pounding of the base. 

I was nearly drooling in my seat, my jaw hanging a bit, holding a blank slightly stupified expression on my face, and she seemed to really enjoy having me watch her like this. Having this voluptuous beauty dancing in my living room in a catholic school girl's uniform was more than erotic, it was a memory that I feared might be permanently etched into my skull, this whole meeting might be. I had only had two other memories like this my entire life, where I felt this excited by a woman. The intensity of having someone so big, so unhinged, so confident, and so sexy, dancing like this in my living room when she wasn't even invited? I was feeling a mixture of fear and excitement, not knowing what would happen, feeling plenty of anxiety. I felt myself beginning to really tent in my pants, so I turned and looked away, adjusting in my seat to hide my erection.

**boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** the music kept thumping on and on.

Clarissa turned her back towards me, wriggling her body and slithering like a snake with her arms in the air twisted and coiled around one another. Holding her arms in the air, her hips moved side to side, again and again, thrusting with so much power when they popped to the right and then to the left. Her hips moved around and around in a circle, parallel with the floor, showing off the girth, size, and roundness of her big ass. Her arms began sliding downward, slithering over her voluptuous curvy body as she danced, shaking her hips and undulating her belly with her movements so skillfully. Her whole body was moving in harmony and unison and there was so much to watch as she danced.

This is one of the best shows I've ever seen.

I realized that Clarissa's dancing in the current moment was one of the best live performances I had ever seen. Getting a private show like this was intense. She was so close. There were no barriers. There was no telling what could happen and my penis knew it. My penis was angry, it was getting so excited, like a dog smelling food. I definitely couldn't keep it from inflating in my pants and twitching a bit at random. Her dancing was so powerful, confident, and erotic. She was like a power dancer, whatever that is. 

**The second chorus of the song kicking in with a glorious melody**

Clarissa's motions became even more passionate and fired up as she started dancing sexily towards me without ever skipping a beat, moving like a practiced cheerleader that had performed in front of an audience enough to lose all fear. The three hundred sixty degree twirl move she did was impressive and showed so much dexterity, the grace of a ballet dancer, and I was shocked with the abrupt ending of it. At the end of her twirling towards me, causing her skirt to twirl and lift up, showing off her sexy thighs, she positioned herself so that her thick heavy rump would fall right into my lap.

**Thud** a loud sound that sounded like a rump roast falling into my lap with a dull heavy thud. 

I groaned and exhaled at the sudden feeling of her hips and ass in my lap. It really had caught me entirely off-guard. Her ass was filling up my lap entirely and it kept moving, undulating, and shaking along with her dance, having never broken her flow. She was using my body as a prop to continue her skillful entertainment and fun. I wasn't sure that she was dancing for me anymore. She was dancing for herself. I was just the prop that she was using to rub, grind, and slide her thick heavy rear-end into. I was lost in the feeling of it as it moved against me to the ryhthm of the music.

**boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** the music pounded onward.

Clarissa's skirt covered ass was rolling, squishing, pressing, and undulating in my crotch area as she sat on me, her heavy body pressing me down into my couch and preventing my escape. There was nothing I could do really, other than start using potent violence, and that seemed entirely out of place. There was a young woman dancing on my body and I wasn't about to start punching her kidneys. All I could do was let it happen as she continued her power dancing in the form of a lap dance on my much smaller body. Every now and again she would lift her buns up and then drop them back down onto me with a soft thud. Feeling her hips and ass drive itself into me caused me so much direct physical pleasure, as her ass was thick, heavy, but also so soft and full of sexy cushioned female flesh.

**boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** the base drove on.

I could see her arms up in the air again as she wriggled her body with the skill and grace of a belly-dancer, with her big butt in my lap, swirling away. The way it churned and rotated against my genitals through my pajamas was so skillfully sexual. One of the sexiest parts about it was just how much space her body took up, and how much bigger it was than mine. I felt my jaw drop further, my mouth opening in pleasure as I got lost in the bliss of her big rolling her hips in my crotch. Her wide thick hips were swirling, undulating, and grinding so perfectly in my lap as she churned and churned her body against me using her hips.

 **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** the music kept pounding and pounding as the final chorus began.

I'm going to bust. I'm going to bust right here in my pajamas with her ass dominating the shit out of my helpless little body. I can't believe I'm this weak.

I felt humiliation welling up inside of me realizing that she was going to finish me off right here and now. She was going to hump me with her big ass and make me bust like a helpless little thing in these cute pajamas of mine. For some reason that aroused me, knowing that she was going to dominate me without my permission, without asking. She was so confident and sexy and she was just doing whatever she wanted. I wasn't even entirely sure what was going on in her head, but I was certain that she was having a really great time. She was dancing for herself and her own thrill.

Just before I lay waste to the inside of my pajama bottoms, Clarissa leaned forward and crawled off of me, crawling across the room in an overtly sexual display of practiced female performance. Must have been years of jazz dancing, because she was like a practiced vixen, making her stomach and torso curve upward and then downward as she crawled, thrusting her hips and butt up and outwards back at me, filling my eyes with hips and ass, drawing out my lust. She was swirling her torso around in a circle somehow and doing all sorts of exciting dance moves as she moved like a cat in a crawling motion.

**boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** **boof** the music was climaxing before the outro and Clarissa did it full justice.

Finally, she stood up again, gazing straight at me again as she danced, sashaying and rotating her hips so confidently. Clarrisa was staring at me now, having turned her body straight towards me, her hips sashaying left and right, her breasts bouncing up and down in her black bra with her buttons still undone. It was so sexy to see her staring at me so confidently as she moved with all those power dancing moves, thrusting her hips around, slithering like a snake, and popping her hips at an angle with practiced powerful motion. She glared at me, a confident subtle smile on her face as she began dancing towards me again, her sexy legs carrying her as they stepped towards me with intention.

**boof** **boof** the music pounded one last time, coming to a total and complete halt.

 The music had ended just as I had felt a huge weight settle on the couch next to me. Clarissa had dropped her body onto the couch in time with the last drum beat, her blonde pigtails falling into my lap along with her head, her pretty dangerous eyes looking up at me, glaring at me seductively. I squirmed in my seat, pressing myself into the corner up against the armrest, unable to hide my raging boner with her head so close to it. I was sure she could either feel it on the back of her head, or was so close that she could easily see it.

Her chest was rising and falling, rising and falling. She had really gotten her blood pumping with all that dancing. When I looked down at her body, I saw her chest heaving from all the wonderful exercise, which caused her breasts to move in such a way. It was intense having this big sexy woman in my lap breathing heavily. She couldn't slow down her breathing instantly after all that dancing, so her chest just heaved and heaved as she lay with her head in my lap.

Sliding her body to lay down more on her back, her head slid across my lap as it had the night before, her body getting more comfortable and settling in. I quivered and looked down at her big gorgeous head as it brushed across my crotch, resting to lay on my thighs. Clarissa looked up at me with a playful smile biting her lower lip with her very slightly crooked teeth that looked so natural and fitting on her. She reached up and pulled out her pigtails, letting her hair down as it spilled into my lap.

"So..." she breathed sexily, "Wattaya wanna do now Mitch?" she cooed in that innocent high pitched voice.

"Clarissa... You shouldn't be doing this." I said while breathing heavily, her head turning in my lap.

I looked down at Clarissa who had turned inwardly towards me, her lips faced into my crotch a few inches away from my stiff member.

"Let me... up Clarissa." I said, feeling very weak in the knees, not wanting to shove her head away by force.

I can't get her off of me.

It was not proper to hurt a lady, and if I shoved her too hard by accident, it wouldn't be a good look. All I could do was ask her politely to stop doing what she was going, but she just ignored me.

"He likes to talk a lot doesn't he?" she cooed in a baby doll voice, talking to my penis, raising a fingernail to softly tickle it's underside with one gentle stroke.

"But we'll just ignore him won't we?" she cooed, pressing her cheek and lips gently against my shaft through my pants so that her plush lips moved against me when she spoke. "Yes we will. Yes we will." turning her head from side to side, rubbing her face and cheeks against me. It felt like she was Eskimo-kissing my penis with her nose, turning her face to face side to side and nuzzling her nose into my hard penis. I felt her nose brushing side to side at the base of my hard penis and it was so stimulating because it was followed by her soft cheeks and face squashing into it. She was just totally fooling around and doing whever she felt like. Her face was turning this way and that, smothering my penis with her smooth face flesh as she rubbed her pretty face into my hard penis that was twitching every now and then.

"Cus I know, you're the one that's really in charge here. Aren't you?" she continued speaking to my dick in that baby doll tone of voice, her lips brushing over my man parts as her mouth moved gently against my penis through my pajamas, causing me to stir.

I was scared and shaking in my seat, but my dick was throbbing and pulsing with utmost intensity as I felt Clarissa's soft well manicured hands unbutton the fly on my pajama pants and fish through my pants, releasing my male member from it's clothed prison. It twanged up into the air at full attention, this caused Clarissa to give an "OoooOoooo" at it, her lips inches away from it pursed sexily towards it, as if admiring it. Her plush lips pursed even more and blew a jet of cool air at my penis, causing it to twitch. I felt the strong gust of air blown from her plush lips waft and dance against the upper part of my dick, near the tip, giving me a strong physical sensation to experience.

Clarissa watched happily as my penis twitched due to her words and her gust of wind. It was almost like she was watching a cute little pet that she was playing with. It was like I wasn't in the room. It was Clarissa and my penis. The two of them were best of friends all of a sudden. They had a rapport with one another that Clarissa and I didn't have.

"That's right little one. I knew I could trust you." she said to my throbbing cock in that innocent baby doll tone, her lips so close to touching it.

Holy shit this is arousing. Milton is going to break every bone in my body for this.

"Clarissa... Please, stop." I uttered, ashamed at myself for letting this girl half my age torment and tease me to the point of nearly erupting. 

Being thirty seven years old did nothing at all to help me defend myself from this eighteen year old sexpot that was apparently super fascinated by what I had in between my legs. Never had I ever had a woman half as interested in my penis as this one was in mine. It seemed like my penis was the greatest thing in the universe to her, better than sliced bread, better than a luxury car, better than anything. I couldn't imagine any luxury items exciting her half as much as she was right now by the sight of my penis. She was completely enraptured by my penis, talking to it, playing with it like it was a pet. I could tell this was a very happy and exciting moment for her.

"Are you ready little guy? Yeah... I know you are. The lap dance must have made you so angry for sure. My big ass must have felt so good huh?" she cooed in that baby doll voice, her lips close to my penis as she spoke to it.

 I felt her fingers very slightly poking my penis from time to time, ever so gently, ever so casually. It was more like she was addressing a friend, or just grabbing its attention, like she was chatting it up as a friend. It was like she was having a tea party with my dick. On and on she went, blowing at it, talking to it, and gently shifting the position of my penis with her fingers, or rubbing her cheek or nose into it briefly, showing deep caring tender affection to my penis with her cheeks and face. 

“I'm quite the dancer huh? Aren't I little guy? Did you like seeing that? Hrmmmm?” she breathed at my penis, never changing her baby doll tone of voice, as if speaking to a cute little pet.

She had no fear, reservation, or hesitation. This woman knew exactly what she wanted. Clarissa just stared at my penis in awe as her long tongue stretched out from her lips and gave my shaft a long, slow, LICK, giggling at the way it twitched and shook, trembling against her tongue. She was smiling at my penis with a huge happy grin after seeing its reaction to being licked. She could tell the way it trembled and vibrated meant that it was very happy. She either had experience or natural instinct to understand the mind of the male penis as she did. It was easy for her to understand that I was feeling pleasure. Her face lit up realizing how much pleasure she was making me feel and it made her eyes even more crazy with excitement.

 There was a sort of somewhat crazed look in her face. I could tell that she was enjoying my reaction so much. It was as if she loved the power she had over me. She loved that she was the one that could cause me such a strong reaction. This whole situation was obviously something that was in line with her own fantasies and passions. It felt like things were escalating even further as she got more and more excited by what was unfolding.

"OooOHhhhH, look at you shake like that. You like that don't you?" she continued relentlessly with her teasing words before sticking out her tongue again and giving my shaft another big slow lick, this one even slower then the first.

**lllliiiiiiiccccccckkkkkkkk** the very subtle and soft audible sound of tongue on flesh.

The pleasure ran all the way up from the root to the tip of my cock. Her tongue had very slightly slithered left to right as it maintained its straight intentional upward trajectory, fully intending on allowing my penis to drown in the pleasure of her tongue. She wasn't holding back at all and wanted my penis to feel the pleasure of her tongue, and it slid up my penis so slowly, intently, and perfectly. That somewhat crazed, excited, passionate look never left Clarissa's face as she hungrily assaulted my penis with her skillful tongue that felt so natural, soft, and warm as it slid up my penis.

It's too much...

I heard her giggling and laughing to herself with an open mouth, her beautiful sexy tongue sliding side to side against my penis, bathing it in total pleasure. She could tell that I was going over the edge for sure. My weakness was making her laugh at me. I sensed a certain amount of condescension in her mocking laughter, as she seemed to find my plight and vulnerability towards her more amusing than anything else. She found it hilarious that she was pushing me over the edge and was encouraging it as much as possible. I looked down at this crazed beautiful sexy big lady with blonde hair that had been let loose from her pigtails, staring up at me with a somewhat crazed and enraptured look, lost in the heat of lust like an animal, sliding her big tongue left to right, left to right, obliterating my penis with tactile pleasure. My dick couldn't handle this at all.

**Sploooop** the sound of liquid releasing from my fully erect penis as it twitched with heavy pleasure.

I could hold on no longer, I let go of everything. Sensing my orgasm with proficiency, Clarissa's wet moist lips wrapped around just my head and her tongue lashed out at the sensitive underside of it as she sucked on my dick like a straw, encouraging my orgasm. Her tongue kept gently sliding against the head of my penis and then sliding back into her mouth, tickling me gently beyond any orgasm I've ever had as her big lips never let go of my penis-head. I unloaded shot after shot into her mouth which she happily and eagerly swallowed with sighs and moans. My seed was squirting out of my penis and into her happy and excited mouth.

"MMmMm... MMmMmm... MMmmmM..." She moaned as she drank my seed like it was the tastiest milkshake she had ever sampled, sliding her lips ever so slightly up and down on the sensitive top part of my dick. I was amazed at the amount of stimulation she caused with her lips only working my head and just less than a half an inch underneath it.

It was almost like she was drinking me like a creamy tube snack recently freed from its plastic confines. She was using her fingers to squeeze my penis from the base upwards, allowing for the flow of all my semen to push itself up and outwards into her eagerly awaiting lips that were so hungry for what I had inside my balls. Her lips sucked and sucked, never allowing the seal to break on the tip of my penis as she worked all of the cream upwards and out of my penis so she could devour it.

The change was rapid and unexpected, I felt her lips growing around me, expanding around the head of my penis. Her head grew in my lap, slowly expanding as she continued to wrench the yogurt out of my nuts with her sucking lips and squeezing fingers. I began to panic with her head in my lap as I saw the couch grow around me, my environment slowly expanding, the armrests of the couch rising higher as I felt her lips continue to suckle on my penis like it was a big nutrient providing nipple.

**the rustling sound of fingers in beautiful blonde hair**

I grabbed her head with my hands and tried to push it off but her hands grabbed mine and forced them back onto the couch immediately. I was surprised at how fast she had thwarted my attempt to get her off of me, almost as if she had expected my to attempt to throw her off. Her tongue continued coax my orgasm as it gently teased the head of my penis, dancing side to side, slithering against it to encourage it to release as much as possible, allowing me so much intense pleasure. I thought I might have been going to pass out as she tempted my dick beyond the point of a regular orgasm. It was the most pleasure any woman had ever made me feel. I was unaware that my dick could spew so much goo in a single orgasm. Even more daunting that she had swallowed every last drop.

I continue to feel her head expand, my lap seeming to shrink and shrink in comparison to her head with all that long beautiful blonde hair on it. I looked down at her body as it expanded, filling more and more of the couch as her flesh seemed to swell and swell with size, girth, and thickness. Her skirt was sliding further up her legs as they lengthened and filled out, the back of her skirt lifting up even more due to the newly inflated perkiness of her ass, having gained new size and plumpness. Her shoulders seemed to stretch and expand as well, her arms lengthening and thickening to match the proportions of her new hips, ass, and legs. Her button down shirt appeared to shrink smaller and smaller as her body bloated outwards with newly expanded size, her tits looking even bigger than they had before, having swollen quite a lot in size along with her growth. The already tight material of Clarissa's shirt pulled taut against her body, putting heavy strain on her shirt, causing more skin to show. Her cleavage had swollen up so much and her bra was no longer the right size to contain her ample bosom, pushing the bra up and out, attempting to break themselves free from their prison that was now too small. 

Clarissa's hair seemed to lengthen all around my lap, extending and falling all around me, brushing me ever so lightly as it slid over my unclothed arms. Her socks seemed to struggle badly, digging into her calves a lot more than before. As she moved her body, the swells of her pert ass cheeks moved so much more under her skirt, her tanned creamy upper thighs tempting me even more than before with a new curvy thickness previously unobserved. She had grown curvier and sexier all over. It was so unnatural how much size, girth, shape, and beauty she had gained in such a short time. It was something right out of a dark science horror film of some sort. I started thinking of her something like the Incredible She-Hulk, someone that could grow bigger and hurt me badly with her newly expanded size. It was very erotic seeing her grow so big and sexy like that, but it was also provoking a lot of fear inside of me.

I'm not sure I need to fear Milton anymore. This woman is even more dangerous. 

Was I just shrinking? Or was she growing? Or what the fuck? 

My brain frantically panicked as my orgasm finally began to wane. Clarissa's lips slid all the way down my shaft, wrapping around the base of my penis, displaying full ownership of my cock. She just stayed like that, forcing me to remain in the warm wet smooth interior of her mouth for a few minutes while it felt like her tongue was cleaning me of all my semen. She kept me in her mouth so long I was getting nervous. It felt intense to have a woman simply demand that your penis remain in her mouth for so long, holding you there as her prisoner for a length of time unknown. Finally, my shrinking seemed to slow to a stop and her lips slipped off my dick with an audible smacking noise.

**pop** the popping sound of suctioned lips being released.

Clarissa's head turned on its back in my lap and she stared up at me with a crooked smile, flashing her slightly imperfect teeth at me like an animal, raising a finger to her wet shiny plush lips coyly. She had not spilled a single drop.

 My body felt so damned weak. I felt entirely depleted, like I had been drained of all nutrients.

"What... Have... You... Done?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

 "What's going on here?" I gasped, my eyes bulging out of my sockets as I took in my enlarged surroundings that were very real indeed.

I heard Clarissa's voice giggling her high pitched giggle and I looked down to stare at her. Her clothes were definitely smaller on her, her breasts were bursting out of her bra that was too small for her now. Everything she was wearing looked at least a size too small now.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" I cursed, pushing her heavy body as far off of me as I could, which wasn't very far as I experienced a new and strange sensation of weakness coursing through my body.

I only managed to move her a few inches, but it was enough for me to squeeze between her head and the side of the couch to stand up.

I turned around and backed away from her, in a state of utter horror looking down at her oversized body strewn across the couch just smiling up at the ceiling and changing to a more comfortable position on the couch apathetically, her thighs crossing over one another sexily, causing her skirt to slide down and expose them a bit more. It was a dreamy erotic sight that was so potent in my mind. I was lucky that I had just been ridiculously drained of all my juices. I could think a bit more clearly though I still felt bewildered, having just been reduced in physical size somehow. The experience was a bit jarring to my senses and psyche. The sight of her recently size enhanced body in that school uniform strewn out sexily across the couch after fully engorging and satisfying herself was a sight to behold. She was stretching out her arms and legs in satisfied glee, not caring about her outfit and how much of her body she was showing off. 

My head panned left and right as I continued to back up, my head spinning frantically looking left and then right, then left, then right. Everything was noticeably bigger and my feet backed into a stack of books, tripping me and making me fall back.

**ka-thwump** the sound of me falling onto my ass.

I gazed up at the ceiling as everything seemed to move in slow motion. I felt my body lose all balance and go crashing into the floor. My head narrowly missed the wall and I landed on the carpet in the corner of the room, staring up at the painted ceiling in a great deal of pain. I could not get back up quickly at all because the impact was painful and caused a slow recovery.

"Ooohhh shittttt." I cursed in my daze.

As I lay there for a long while, I felt a shadow crawl across me as a looming presence blocked the light. Clarissa stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips at the end of my feet, smiling down at me. I drank in her presence with awe. Her huge proportions seemed even more incredible from my perspective on the ground. She said nothing, she just looked down at me with a playful smile, seeming to enjoy herself. She looked like a giantess from this perspective as she towered over me with a powerful pose, hands on hips.

"Ugghh." I moaned, feeling myself slowly recover from my fall, still feeling weak.

"Same time tomorrow, k?" I heard her chirp, before turning around, her now much shorter skirt fluttering up to give me another healthy glimpse of her black panties and sexy upper thighs as she twisted.

From my view that was low to the floor, it was much easier to see the swells of her ass under her skirt. I noticed that her panties were definitely smaller and tighter on her now, stretched more tautly and exposing more of the flesh of her perfect heart shaped bottom that was much bigger than just a short while ago.

 **thump** **thump** **thump** **thump** **thump** the sound of heavy footsteps.

I felt the vibrations of her heavy footsteps on the carpet as she thumped across the floor, walking towards my front-door.

**ka-thunk** the sound of my front-door closing.

 I heard my front-door open and close.

Clarissa had simply excused herself. There was complete silence.

I lay there on the floor for another five or ten minutes, my mind feeling traumatized.