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Madeleine eased her weight on top of him, and Derek felt his chest being compressed tighter and tighter as it was forced into the hard mattress. The overwhelming mass of Maddie's soft breast completely covered his upper body, and as it rolled over his collarbone and up his neck, Derek began to feel a familiar panic setting in. She had been getting more and more forceful these past few weeks--less afraid of letting him feel her full weight. At first, Derek had found it thrilling. Finally, Maddie was the woman of his fantasies, unapologetically and unselfconsciously massive. But now, it was becoming frightening. He knew she would never hurt him, not intentionally. But she seemed to relish in pushing him to his limits with casual demonstrations of her size.

"Am I big enough for you now, baby," Maddie asked, softly.

Derek opened his mouth to warn Maddie that he could hardly breath, that she was literally crushing him, but all that came out was a hoarse gasp.

"That's right, baby, I'm so, so big for you, now. Bigger than any of the other girls. So big that you almost just disappear beneath me, don't you?"

Madeleine eased her body forward, allowing more of her gigantic breast to roll over his chest and arm.

"I can barely even see you, baby," Madeleine whispered. "You're just a tiny little face peeking out from under my big, soft, boobs. Do you like that? Does it feel nice to be so small beneath your big, strong girlfriend?"

Derek was quickly growing dizzy. The heat from Maddie's body soaked into him, making him feel half-delirious. He felt as though he could, at any moment, be completely subsumed into her, sacrificed to her already magnificent size, becoming nothing more than a few extra inches on the softest parts of her figure.

"Is it too much, baby? Am I too much for you," she asked with a smirk. "Can you believe I'm still getting bigger," Madeleine asked, her eyes twinkling gently in the soft light. "What will I do with you then? How will I keep my sweet little man safe then? When these big, huge boobs are even bigger? They might just cover you completely, honey. I might just lose sight of you, or forget you were ever there," she teased.

Madeleine stared down at Derek's strained expression, studying his labored breaths, and felt a warm thrill coarse through her. So, she thought, I wasn't good enough for him before, as 'only' beautiful. Her five foot, eleven inch, and one hundred and sixty pound figure was simply too mundane. Her striking good looks, her perfect, D cup breasts, her 31 inch waist, her toned, rounded butt and long, athletic legs--none of that was good enough for Derek. No, he had to become obsessed with them--the unnervingly gigantic HERS women being fine-tuned and enhanced by Derek's employer.

Of course, it was only in hind-sight that Madeleine developed resentment. At the time, Madeleine took Derek's efforts to get her into the trial as a sign of his love and commitment to her, as a sign that he wanted her to be something more. And she mistook his enthusiasm for her relentless growth as a sign of his self-confidence and a selfless ability to happy for her.

Now, Madeleine knew better. She knew that he was hopelessly obsessed, perversely aroused by the idea of her being so enormous that he was made to feel small and worthless by comparison. She saw his eyes grow wide in excitement when she would accidentally bump into him, with him being inevitably thrown completely off his feet. She saw his expression subtly shift as she lowered her enormous frame above his own, her hips wide enough to completely blot out his tiny little body. When she saw how positively Derek responded to her more brusque, dominant behaviors, the more frequently she allowed herself to fall into the role. It was like roleplaying, except the roles were becoming more and more real. Madeleine really was powerful enough to do anything with him that she liked, and as her understanding of Derek's fetish grew, her resentment gave her plenty of motive to treat him as the small, weak little man that he was. The fact that she was feeding into his desire no longer bothered her, since she suspected that she was enjoying herself at least as much as he was. In fact, she had started to fantasize about things progressing even further. Madeleine often wondered why there couldn't have been a virus for men; one that would shrink them down to almost nothing, make them so small that they would be the perfect little playthings of women like her. How amazing it would be, she frequently thought, to hold Derek's entire body in her hand, to feel his entire being under her complete control.

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Madeleine eased her weight on top of him, and Derek felt his chest being compressed tighter and tighter as it was forced into the hard mattress. The overwhelming mass of Maddie's soft breast completely covered his upper body, and as it rolled over his collarbone and up his neck, Derek began to feel a familiar panic setting in. She had been getting more and more forceful these past few weeks--less afraid of letting him feel her full weight. At first, Derek had found it thrilling. Finally, Maddie was the woman of his fantasies, unapologetically and unselfconsciously massive. But now, it was becoming frightening. He knew she would never hurt him, not intentionally. But she seemed to relish in pushing him to his limits with casual demonstrations of her size.

"Am I big enough for you now, baby," Maddie asked, softly.

Derek opened his mouth to warn Maddie that he could hardly breath, that she was literally crushing him, but all that came out was a hoarse gasp.

"That's right, baby, I'm so, so big for you, now. Bigger than any of the other girls. So big that you almost just disappear beneath me, don't you?"

Madeleine eased her body forward, allowing more of her gigantic breast to roll over his chest and arm.

"I can barely even see you, baby," Madeleine whispered. "You're just a tiny little face peeking out from under my big, soft, boobs. Do you like that? Does it feel nice to be so small beneath your big, strong girlfriend?"

Derek was quickly growing dizzy. The heat from Maddie's body soaked into him, making him feel half-delirious. He felt as though he could, at any moment, be completely subsumed into her, sacrificed to her already magnificent size, becoming nothing more than a few extra inches on the softest parts of her figure.

"Is it too much, baby? Am I too much for you," she asked with a smirk. "Can you believe I'm still getting bigger," Madeleine asked, her eyes twinkling gently in the soft light. "What will I do with you then? How will I keep my sweet little man safe then? When these big, huge boobs are even bigger? They might just cover you completely, honey. I might just lose sight of you, or forget you were ever there," she teased.

Madeleine stared down at Derek's strained expression, studying his labored breaths, and felt a warm thrill coarse through her. So, she thought, I wasn't good enough for him before, as 'only' beautiful. Her five foot, eleven inch, and one hundred and sixty pound figure was simply too mundane. Her striking good looks, her perfect, D cup breasts, her 31 inch waist, her toned, rounded butt and long, athletic legs--none of that was good enough for Derek. No, he had to become obsessed with them--the unnervingly gigantic HERS women being fine-tuned and enhanced by Derek's employer.

Of course, it was only in hind-sight that Madeleine developed resentment. At the time, Madeleine took Derek's efforts to get her into the trial as a sign of his love and commitment to her, as a sign that he wanted her to be something more. And she mistook his enthusiasm for her relentless growth as a sign of his self-confidence and a selfless ability to happy for her.

Now, Madeleine knew better. She knew that he was hopelessly obsessed, perversely aroused by the idea of her being so enormous that he was made to feel small and worthless by comparison. She saw his eyes grow wide in excitement when she would accidentally bump into him, with him being inevitably thrown completely off his feet. She saw his expression subtly shift as she lowered her enormous frame above his own, her hips wide enough to completely blot out his tiny little body. When she saw how positively Derek responded to her more brusque, dominant behaviors, the more frequently she allowed herself to fall into the role. It was like roleplaying, except the roles were becoming more and more real. Madeleine really was powerful enough to do anything with him that she liked, and as her understanding of Derek's fetish grew, her resentment gave her plenty of motive to treat him as the small, weak little man that he was. The fact that she was feeding into his desire no longer bothered her, since she suspected that she was enjoying herself at least as much as he was. In fact, she had started to fantasize about things progressing even further. Madeleine often wondered why there couldn't have been a virus for men; one that would shrink them down to almost nothing, make them so small that they would be the perfect little playthings of women like her. How amazing it would be, she frequently thought, to hold Derek's entire body in her hand, to feel his entire being under her complete control.