Chapter 15

The journey to Miami was to be a microcosm of the entire vacation. With Brent watching eagerly from Blaire’s knee, as she bounced him up and down on a thigh that must have been at least ten times his body weight, she reserved a private chartered flight to their vacation destination, using funds that she had apparently been saving up for some time. It had come as a bit of a shock to Brent that Blaire had managed to accumulate such a large amount of money in a private account without his knowledge, but at this point, he was far past the concept of getting upset, or getting his feelings hurt, because of something like finances. There was no question at all who controlled the bank accounts, the plans…everything.

“Now we just need to make sure that this plane has a corridor that’s wide enough for me to fit!” laughed Blaire, before she had actually booked the flight. “I’m well over 8 feet tall at this point, but really, the main thing is that I need to make sure that I’ll actually be able to fit into the actual plane.”

“I…I c-can’t believe that we’re talking about this,” said Brent, turning his head sideways, straight into the fat, prodigious mass of Blaire’s boob flesh, as he tried to angle his head upward, to get a good look at her from far below. Even sitting on her lap like this, he only came up to the middle of her chest.

“Talking about what, sweetie?” asked Blaire amusedly as she continued to thumb through the charter plane’s details on her tablet. “Going on vacation together?”

“Hehe…I, I mean…yes, definitely that,” said Brent, smiling as he nodded. When Blaire had first popped the idea to him, he had actually become choked up with emotional, appreciative tears. “B-But I was, uh…referring to, like…you know…how crazy it is that we’re talking about making sure that we book a plane…that you can fit into.”

“Ooooo, you like that, little one, don’t you?” cooed Blaire, bouncing him a little faster on her knee as she snaked a big, fleshy hand around his shriveled waist, totally overwhelming his naked lap with her gigantic fingers, as she began to play with his genitals with her eyes still on the screen.

“That turns you on, doesn’t itttt?” Blaire continued, determined to keep the erotic drill burrowing deep into his brain. “Thinking about how biiiig I’ve become…thinking about how utterly huge and enormous my body is now. Just look at this, Brent — you see the interior of this plane here? It’s not even a small plane. Do you think I would fit down that alleyway right there?”

“Uhhh….no,” said Brent, smiling at the absurdity of the question. The aisle in the picture was a good deal wider than those of most planes, but it was obvious that it didn’t come anywhere close to being able to accommodate Blaire’s brobdingnagian bulk.

“No,” whispered Blaire, shaking her head back and forth slowly. Brent looked to his right, and then to his left. Aside from the incredible size of the colossal thigh he was sitting on, whichever way he turned, he saw the swells and folds of Blaire’s massive body extending and billowing out beside her. It was almost like, for a moment, he could imagine that his body was simply a part of hers — that’s how small he felt, leaning back in her lap into the fat, fleshy folds of her stomach, feeling the presence of the titanic mammaries on either side of him, monstrous growths hanging down, hammering into his brain the stark reality of his puniness compared to them. Each one of her breasts had to be at least four or five times the weight of his entire body.

“No,” said Blaire softly again, “And this was the biggest private charter I could find…at least as far as the interior goes. You know what we’re gonna have to do, my little love?”

“Wh-what?” asked Brent, feeling a thrilling sense of erotic anticipation.

“We’re gonna have them take the seats out,” said Blaire, continuing to play with Brent’s hardened cock with her huge fingers. “All except one, for my special little man here. And in the place of the rest of them, we’re gonna have them install a special seat…for me.”

“Th-that…” said Brent, panting with arousal at the thought that Blaire was talking about having an entire airplane redone, just to accommodate her big body, “That sounds…expensive.”

“Oh I’m sure it will be,” said Blaire airily, beginning to draft an email explaining her plans to the owner of the airplane, “But nothing we can’t afford. I’ve been saving up much more than you realize, little guy.”

“H-how…how much?” asked Brent breathlessly.

“Mmmmm, let’s just say that I’ve built up quite the internet following these past few weeks,” said Blaire, clucking her tongue happily as she deftly managed to type out the email with a single hand. Brent watched her giant fingers dancing over the tablet screen — how on earth did she move such huge implements so deftly and precisely!?

“Internet…f-f-following?” stammered Brent, not understanding.

“Yes, my sweet little shrimpy,” chuckled Blaire deeply, shaking her immense fat with the vibrations. Brent suddenly felt like he was embedded in a tub of firm, trembling jello. “I’ve been live-streaming lots of the orgies I’ve been having with Luke and Sharon…not to mention Kenzie and our little Chad the Unclad.”

As she mentioned Chad, Blaire raised her voice slightly, looking up briefly from her screen to stare over at the naked 6’8 football player dutifully scrubbing dishes in the kitchen. He winced slightly at Blaire’s mention of her mocking new nickname for him as the new “house boy,” but he knew better than to pause in his task. Luke and Sharon were out shopping for food to stock the plane with, and Kenzie was busy dusting, with a definite spring in her step. An hour before, Blaire had made her cum so hard that she had lost the ability to speak for ten minutes. Chad, as part of his punishment, had not been allowed to cum until Blaire and Brent got back from vacation.

“S…so…so lots of people…all over the world…have b-been…have b-been…” stuttered Brent.

“Have been watching me fuck the daylights out of everyone, yes,” giggled Blaire. “And you included, Brent. Remember when you stood on my stomach and jacked off into my mouth that one time?”

“Y-yeah,” said Brent, feeling like he would need a brain replacement to forget that memory.

“Well that was livestreamed too,” Blaire informed him brightly. “And I have to say, it was one of the most popular shows I’ve ever had. People just lovvvvveeed seeing our bodies compared to each other. They just loved it, Brent! They couldn’t get enough of how totally I dwarfed you, how completely I dominated you, and how overwhelmingly I seemed to just absorb your little legs into my flesh. Remember how far they sunk?! Up to your shins! Imagine how far they would go now!”

Brent’s mouth was dry. Once again, he found himself noticing how he didn’t even care that Blaire had been doing something major without his knowledge. He simply didn’t feel like he had any authority over any aspects of her behavior anymore. An equal partner might have bristled with offense at being secretly livestreamed during a sexual act — but Brent was not an equal partner to Blaire, by any stretch of the imagination. He felt nothing but pride: pride that she had chosen to be with him, pride that her videos had become so successful, and pride that the particular video with him and her had been especially popular.

A couple days later, they were boarding the chartered plane, destined for Miami. Blaire and Brent had been driven to the airport in a special open-air vehicle, which was one of the only terrestrial transportation means available that would fit Blaire’s huge body. Sharon drove them to the airport, with Luke in the passenger seat, just to see them off.

“Now I’m putting you in charge of the website, Sharon,” Blaire reminded her as she got out of the vehicle, stepping onto the runway.

“Yes…yes, I’ll make sure to manage it as best I can,” said Sharon, who, despite her height, now only came up to the bottom of Blaire’s hulking breasts. Even though Sharon and Luke had been fucked by Blaire more times than either of them could count, there was still something about standing next to her, out in public, that made them both weak in the knees. Blaire was squeezed into a tailor-made red dress that hugged her impossible curves, emphasizing every curve and swerve of her ridiculous shape. Her body had already looked totally inhuman and impossible weeks before, but now, her hourglass figure seemed to be even more pronounced, with absurd concentrations of fat squeezed and congested into a shape that actually emphasized the enormous difference between her (relatively) small waist and her monstrously wide and fat hips. Her authoritative beast of an ass protruded outward from behind her figure, connecting to the bulging, powerful pillars of her thighs. And whenever she moved, it was almost surreal to see — there was an impossible lightness to her step, to the way she moved her arms, to the manner in which she turned and inclined her head, that reminded Brent, Luke, Sharon, and anyone else who saw her that her fatty bulk hid huge and powerful muscles. And to top it all off, she was just over 8-and-a-half feet tall. She had literally grown into a veritable goddess.

“And you, Luke…don’t hesitate to be a taskmaster around the house,” added Blaire. “Especially with our new little house boy.”

“Y-yes, yes, absolutely,” Luke said, nodding vigorously.

“And anyone who pledges their servitude, put them to work,” said Blaire to both of them. “You know what to do.”

Luke and Sharon assured Blaire that they would, and that was the end of the conversation — they got into the huge open-air vehicle and drove off, the diesel engine buzzing loudly. Brent hadn’t been sure what all of that was about, but he really just didn’t care. This was the start of his vacation with his Goddess!

From far, far above, Blaire smiled down on him and offered her hand, which simply involved her opening her palm — her hand was already hanging fully down by her side. Brent reached up as far as he could and Blaire closed her fingers around his tiny, skinny hand. They walked like that, hand in hand toward the plane, with Brent’’s arm totally extended upwards and Blaire’s extended completely downwards. The pilot, Captain Russell, was waiting for them. The plane had been stocked with all the food and amenities necessary for the journey; it was only a few hours long, but Blaire was not about to go that long without gorging herself.

‘Besides,’ she had laughed to Brent before, enjoying the irony of what she was saying, ’It’s a vacation…I can let loose a little, you know?”

“Hello there…” said Captain Russell, who was a middle-aged man of normal height with a kind face and impeccable appearance. “Nice…yo see you all made it out here ok.”

“Thanks!” said Blaire, shaking the stunned captain’s hand as she and Brent boarded the plane. “We’re so happy to be here!”

Both Blaire and Brent were enjoying the captain’s stupefied reaction. Blaire had already informed him by email about the particulars of their journey, but Mr. Russell had not actually expected to see what he was seeing now. His eyes bugged out of his head, and he seemed entirely incapable of speaking. He was a taller-than-average man at 6’2, but he found that, when on equal footing with Blaire, he was staring straight into the vast expanse of her fat stomach. Her huge breasts were actually over his head! His face said it all: this woman was impossible! There was just now way…no way at all that she could be real! Those ridiculous proportions, the absurd contrast between her waist and her massively thick hips…and the fact that her pretty face and elegant neck all seemed relatively untouched by the crazy corpulence of the rest of her body. Almost as an afterthought, the captain glanced down at Brent, who was an absolute stick, under 4 feet tall, and reaching his arm all the way up to cling onto the giant hand of his…mistress? Girlfriend!? Captain Russell had no idea. At this point, all he knew was that he needed to spend the rest of his time concentrating on not crashing the plane because he was distracted.

He stepped aside to let the couple in…and then quickly realized that he needed to retreat to the cockpit to give Blaire enough room to pass through. Even still, though, as Blaire stooped low under the plane entrance, her big hips caught on either side of the plane door and held her fast, impeding her progress. Brent, who had already entered the plane and started walking into the main cabin, felt the entire plane shift slightly as Blaire’s bulk began to board.

“Aw shit,” she cursed, wiggling her body back and forth, trying to fit herself through the entrance. “I’m stuck again!”

“Any…anything I can do to help?” asked Brent eagerly.

“Hehe, uh…not likely,” giggled Blaire good-naturedly, winking down at him from her captive position. “Although I do appreciate the sentiment. I just…need…to…find a way…to get…myself….IN!”

At the word “IN!” Blaire managed to free her hips from the plane entrance, which she managed to do with a good amount of wiggling and gyrating. The plane rocked gently to the side again as Blaire freed herself, but she deftly stepped forward, not allowing her momentum to carry her careening into the opposite plane wall. And it’s a good thing she did too — the wall might not have been able to withstand such force.

“You’ve…uh…so you’ve reviewed everything with our safety experts?” asked Captain Russell uncertainly, as Blaire walked happily over to her custom-made oversize seat, which had been placed next to Brent’s own, normal-sized one.

“Oh yes!” said Blaire, lowering herself down in the seat and smartly snapping on her seatbelt as Brent did the same. “Don’t worry captain — I’m fully aware that, because of safety regulations, that I can’t get up for the duration of the flight. Thankfully, I have a dutiful little servant, right here at my disposal, who just can’t wait to feed this big, fat belly here. Isn’t that right, my sweet, precious little Brent?”

“Yes, Goddess!” cried Brent, not even caring that his voice came out in a bit of a high-pitched squeal. Every second of this trip was a dream come true for him, and he was almost beside himself with ecstasy at the opportunity Blaire was providing him to serve her.

Captain Russell mostly did a good job of hiding his discomfort under an exterior of professionalism — besides, he was getting handsomely paid for this gig. What did he care that these two freaks acted like this? And, in any case, in a strange way, they seemed absolutely perfect for each other. The captain had rarely seen a traveling couple who seemed so happy, and so at ease with each other. He couldn’t pretend to understand any of the weird dynamics that were going on, but that wasn’t for him to worry about. He just had to try and push this gigantic woman out of his mind as he flew the plane. She was just impossible…impossible….

The plane took off, and once they reached a high enough altitude, Brent took off his seatbelt and began to scurry about the cabin, preparing to serve his Goddess all the food and snacks he could. All the while, Blaire watched him bounding about on his little legs, and she ordered him to bring her this snack, then this one, then that one, all the while not wasting any opportunity to make fun of his tiny body.

“Aww, look at those skinny little legs of yours!” she teased, as Brent brought her a big cake on a platter, his legs wobbling beneath him. “I know the rest of you is sooooo skinny, which is probably the only reason you can stand up right now at all, but….Jesus, Brent! Look at you!”

*Ammmmgggtyh* She shoved half of the huge cake into her mouth, chewing as her eyes twinkled down at him, and swallowing seconds later.

“I just can’t believe how small you’ve gotten! There’s no question about it, sweetheart — you’re definitely smaller! I can tell!”

“I…I th-think you’re bigger, too,” said Brent, feeling himself get harder than he already was.

“Oooo, I know I’m bigger,” breathed Blaire, nodding her head slowly.

*Aaaaaammmmgggllllth* She swallowed the entire rest of the cake, and two seconds later, her mouth was ready for more. Even as she sat down in her custom airplane seat, which was as big as six or seven normal-sized seats, Blaire couldn’t help but notice how little seemed to change, as far as height comparison between her and her dutiful slave, between when she was sitting and when she was standing. Either way, he was SO far down below her; sitting as she was, he barely even came up to her knees, which were taller than his shoulders, and right about even with his neck. He had become so small, and she had become so big, that it didn’t matter if she was reclining or not. He was miniature to her.

“You know,” said Blaire, after she had swallowed down another couple platters of rich food that Brent had served up, “I was just thinking back, Brent…to a time long ago…when I was smaller than you. Remember that?”

“Uhh…l-less and less every day,” said Brent, obeying her last command and struggling to crawl up her leg, with a huge bunch of grapes dangling from his grasp.

“Mmmm I guess I can understand that,” mused Blaire. “Here, little one, let me help you — there’s no way you’re getting up on your own.” She reached her hand down, fastened it around his skinny waist, and hoisted him up, placing him, standing, on her breast.

“Here, I’ll steady your body here,” she said soothingly, putting a massive hand behind his back for support as he grasped the bunch of grapes with two hands, dangling it above Blaire’s mouth. Even standing on her breast like this, Brent wasn’t that much taller than Blaire…he was just tall enough to hold the grapes over her mouth, which she wasted no time in hungrily snatching from the vine one by one, using her teeth and tongue to nab them off. As she did so, she growled sexily, winking up at her worshipful slave, who was beyond thrilled that he could be feeding such a magnificent entity in this way.

“But you know,” Blaire continued, chewing the grapes, “It’s funny. Even though everything is as it is now, with more power and size and strength in one of my arms than there is in your entire body…five times over…I still remember it all.”

“Y-you…you do?” asked Brent, finding it hard to conceive of such a thing at this point.

“Clear as day,” said Blaire, slurping up the rest of the grapes and swallowing them loudly. She looked up at Brent, perched on her breast, and for a moment, her eyes seemed to travel back in time. It was a strange moment for Brent — he saw a flicker of Blaire’s old self…her shyness, her almost-apologetic intelligence…staring back at him. The thing was, even though she seemed to momentarily be able to access this past self in her eyes, Brent could do no such thing. The changes he had undergone were too deep, too intense, and too fundamental to be able to access what he had been before. His spirit had undergone a chemical reaction, and it could not be undone by going back to what existed before. It was startling to see that Blaire was able to do this, if only just for a moment…and it increased Brent’s ever-burgeoning estimation of her power. The fact that, in this moment, in this position, in this BODY, after all they had been through, Blaire could still think back to when she had been a short, skinny, shy, and unassuming graduate student, was, for Brent, more of a testament to her mental and emotional powers than anything he had encountered from her before.

Many snacks and feasts and stuffings later, their plane landed in Miami. Blaire had managed to eat all of the stocked food in the cabin, a fact that did not surprise Brent in the least. They bade farewell to the still-astonished Captain Russell, got into another open-air vehicle, and were driven by a shocked caddy to their hotel room, which was in a luxury suite right on the beach. As they walked into the lobby, hand-in-hand like they had been before, the other guests all stopped what they were doing and turned to gawk at the unprecedented couple. Any conversation that had been going on, no matter how interesting or urgent, abruptly ceased. The lobby became dead-silent, except for the deep, resonating sound of Blaire’s footsteps against the marble. Even the children stopped what they were doing — they fully appreciated the insanity of what they were seeing.

Blaire strode up confidently to the concierge’s desk, towering over it mightily — the desk, which, like most concierge’s, was rather high, only came up to the middle of Blaire’s gigantic thighs. Brent felt them jiggling and vibrating, even seconds after she had stopped in front of the desk. The elderly attendant at the luxury resort, who had seen plenty of things in his time, had become struck with a dumbness that was unique in his career. Never in his life had she seen anything like this woman…how could it even be true. He blinked and rubbed his eyes.

“Hello!” said Blaire pleasantly, her rich voice echoing off the marble as everyone continued to stare in stunned silence. “I’m Blaire and I reserved the queen’s luxury suite A for me and my husband here.”

“Y-your…your husband!?” choked the attendant, finding his voice after several dry seconds of trying.

“Oh right! You can’t see him,” chuckled Blaire. She suddenly lifted Brent up in the air, as easily as if she had just been lifting her arm by itself. Up, up, up, she raised him, until he was completely visible to the attendant, from head to toe.

“Here he is!” she giggled. “Say hi, Brent!” Brent waved awkwardly, smiling at the man, until Blaire lowered him back down and out of sight.

After a few minutes or so of logistics (which took longer than usual because of the attendant’s shock), the couple finally arrived at their room. As they had left the lobby, they had heard people beginning to whisper about them. The attention turned Blaire on — she was already feeling almost uncontrollably horny by the time they got to their room. For his part, Brent was always horny, whenever he was anywhere near his Goddess.

Brent unlocked the door to their suite and started to go inside.

“Better run, little man,” moaned Blaire. “Cause I'm gonna GETCHA!”

Brent let out a surprised yell, smiling as he ran into the room, looking for somewhere to hide. He couldn't wait for Blaire to find him, pull him out by one leg, and dangle him upside down. But as he ran to hide, he literally saw the walls of the suite move and shift as a loud squeezing sound stretched out into the air. He turned around and saw that Blaire had gotten stuck in yet another doorway.

“Oh of course!” she exclaimed in playful exasperation. “Of course I get stuck again!”

She started to push and wiggle her body again, striving and straining to free her mammoth hips from the too-narrow confines of the door frame (which wasn’t small by any means). As she did so, Brent saw the walls moving slightly. He started to worry that Blaire was going to destroy the room before she even got fully inside, but her voice called him back to the moment.

“Better not waste your time gawking there, little guy!” she warned. “I’m gonna get in this room eventually, and when I do, you better watch out!”

Brent sprang into action and looked around for places to hide in the fancy suite, eventually settling on the lame spot of under the bed. But of course, he wasn’t really trying to hide — he wanted to be found. A few minutes later, with a mighty roar, Blaire managed to free herself from the door frame, somehow managing not to reduce it to rubble. She strode into the room, bent down, and calmly fished Brent out from under the bed. She hadn’t seen him hiding there, but she knew that it was where he would go.

“Nooooo!” he squealed, hanging upside down in front of her hungry face as she held him up with one hand by a single leg.

“Oh yesssss!” she replied, licking her lips as she smacked them loudly in front of his engorged member. “Your Goddess has had a full meal today…but she hasn’t had her dessert!”

She lowered Brent down and smothered his body upside down with her massive tits. Brent felt his world go dark and hot as he was instantly lost in the endless folds and swells and weight of his Goddess’s breasts. He suddenly felt the searingly hot, syrupy vice of impossibly rippling flesh and suction against his hard cock, and he knew that Blaire had swallowed him up in between her lips, balls and all. He gritted his teeth hard in the dank darkness of her fat tit flesh, tensing up his body and squirming a little, trying to hold his load long enough to enjoy the divine pleasure of her mouth for more than a few seconds. Blaire seemed to understand, and she allowed him a full two minutes in her mouth, slowly, sexily teasing him with her tongue, as she kept his orgasm at bay. She was holding him upside down, each hand fastened completely around one of his ankles, her huge hands right about even with the top of her head. After two minutes, she got too hungry, and inhaled sharply as she suckled down powerfully on his cock and balls. Brent shook and trembled against her tit flesh, his struggles sending ripples out across the fat of her breasts, as he squealed out like a little pig in orgasm, his cries muffled by fat as he came in torrents into her awaiting mouth.

“Ommmm!!! Ooommmmmm!!! OOmmmmmmm!!!!” she moaned, swallowing him instantly. After she was done, she laid him out on the bed, petting his body lovingly with her hands as she cooed and whispered to him. Then, a few minutes later…

“BEACH!” she announced.

“What?” asked Brent weakly, looking up at her as she peeled out of her dress.

“Let’s go to the beach!” she repeated, turning around and shaking her otherworldly ass at him. “Just gotta get into my custom bikini first!”

Brent, who already had his swimsuit on under his clothes, proceeded to watch Blaire squeeze her big, fat body into a sexy black bikini, which she had somehow convinced someone to make. It was almost surreal, seeing such a huge entity stretch a bikini over itself — Brent began to have the strange feeling that he was watching something…more than human…put on human clothes. But it was more than strange…it was just plain HOT. Somehow, the bikini fit her mammoth form perfectly, its hip strings extending out across her hips in a lewdly-wide oval arc. The scant swimsuit somehow managed to make Blaire look even bigger, since the obvious stretch and extent of the fabric called attention to the reality of her curves.

Minutes later, they were hand-in-hand again, walking down the boardwalk to the beach. It was a bright summer day, with puffy white clouds dotting the early-afternoon sky, and the sun seemed to be smiling with gladness on the whole proceedings. The beach wasn’t crowded, but there were still plenty of people about, sunbathing, building sandcastles, and splashing and playing in the waves. Naturally, Brent was carrying the beach bag, and Blaire was walking by his side, swinging her arms naturally from side to side as she walked confidently toward an open spot on the sand, close to the water. The teenagers in the waves stopped splashing and looked, pointing wordlessly at the new couple, in the process forgetting that a big wave was on its way, which, a few moments later, came crashing down on their heads. A few joggers who had been passing by stopped dead in their tracks, staring open-mouthed like children, even though they were full-grown adults. Whole families stopped their conversations to turn and look. Sandcastles went unfinished as the waves slowly encroached to claim them — the children were too busy staring at the gigantic woman who was approaching, with her huge, fat body swaying proudly, reflecting the bright sunlight. Even the sunbathers sensed that something was up, sitting up to open their eyes, rubbing them as they adjusted from their sun exposure behind their lids…only to finally see what all the fuss was about. Anyone who saw Blaire and Brent walk up, even if it was just out of the corner of their eye, stopped what they were doing to gawk and stare. No one, young or old, adult or child, could help it.

Blaire settled down on a spot, and, with considerable difficulty, Brent spread a huge blanket out that had been in the bag. Blaire watched him with amusement, and when it was finally all spread out, she lay her big bulk down on top of it, sighing as she did so.

“Get me one of those chilled drinks from the bag, my little man,” she purred, her voice easily carrying over the crash of the waves. “And then…I want you to lather me up with sunscreen.”

“Y-your…your whole body?” asked Brent, his little chest rising and falling excitedly.

“Oh yes,” she cooed, sticking her tongue into the side of her cheek as she looked down on him suggestively. “My whole body.”

Brent could barely contain his excitement as he practically dove for the beach bag, burrowing inside it and fumbling around until he found the bottle of sunscreen, which was overly large in his tiny hands. He realized, with some degree of amazement, that he was getting so small that ordinary things (like sunscreen bottles) were beginning to seem larger and larger, to the point where it wasn’t just a matter of observation — it was a matter of convenience. To Brent, the sunscreen container seemed almost as big as a wine bottle.

But he was barely noticing these things, because he was dead-set on lathering up his big, fat goddess of a wife, who was leaning back on her hands in her sitting position, smiling down on him. Even in her sitting position, the top of Brent’s head didn’t even reach her chin.

“All set with that biiigggg sunscreen bottle, there?” she teased, watching him struggle with it a bit.

“I…uhh, haha, yeah…yeah, it’s bigger than I remembered it being,” he chuckled.

“Well no, actually, the bottle is the same size as it’s always been,” Blaire corrected. “You’re just much smaller.”

“R-right,” said Brent, feeling his heart start to race as he squirted the thick white cream onto his hands, looking up at the mammoth folds of fat that were sitting there, almost seeming to mock him, intimidate him, as they glistened slightly in the sun. It was so hot that Blaire had already started to sweat. Brent stood there, completely mesmerized by the sight of Blaire’s fat, fleshy folds.

“Hmmm, just as I thought,” said Blaire, frowning slightly.

“Wh-what!?” asked Brent, snapping out of his trance.

“You can’t even look at my body without gaping and drooling like a little idiot!” she laughed, with a touch of acid to her tone. “You haven’t even started lathering me up! At this rate, I’ll be burned to a crisp by the time you’re done.”

“N-no! No, I’m…I’m sorry!” cried Brent, jumping at the rebuke and dashing forward, beginning to slather the fat of Blaire’s lower stomach with the sunscreen. “I’ll…I’ll do better!”

“Hmmm, yes you will,” hummed Blaire, as Brent’s tiny hands desperately shook her fat as he applied the cream. “But not of your own volition. I can already tell that you’ve become too submissive, little one.”

“T-too…submissive?” asked Brent fearfully, even as his cock raged in his swimsuit.

“Oh yes,” said Blaire. “You’ve become soooo submissive to me that my will has truly started to replace your own. You don’t think for yourself anymore…you don’t do anything for yourself anymore. And of course, I find that verrrry sexy. But, you see, the thing is, I can’t trust that you’re going to do what you say you will. Haha, I mean, how can I possibly trust someone who is so weak that they don’t even have a will of their own?”

“Y-you…you can trust me, G-Goddess!” cried Brent, trying to make his point by forcefully smearing more sunscreen along more of Blaire’s lower belly fat. But even as he did so, something in the back of his mind told him that he didn’t have a chance in the world of lathering her up fast enough.

“Hmm, nope, don’t think so,” said Blaire flippantly, sipping her cool drink. “And so I think I’m gonna have to time you here. You know, just so you can remember that you’re not just out here to enjoy yourself — more than anything else, you’re here to serve ME. You got that, pipsqueak?”

“Y-yes!” cried Brent, starting to work harder.

“Ok…soooo…I think fifteen minutes is MORE than enough time for you to get the job done, huh?” asked Blaire, looking at Brent sideways from her high position.

“F-fifteen…minutes?” asked Brent, looking over her gargantuan body. He knew such a task was impossible. Maybe if he had been a normal-sized person, he might have managed. But he wasn’t normal-sized at all now. He was a number of inches under four feet tall, and his arms, legs, and hands were all hopelessly frail and tiny.

“Yep! Fifteen minutes should do it,” said Blaire brightly. “At least, you know…for a normal-sized slave. If you wanna show me that you can do just as good a job as someone like Luke…or Sharon…or Chad…then now’s your time to shine, little guy. Here we go — fifteen minutes starting now!”

Blaire started a timer on her phone, and Brent sprang into action, rubbing and pressing and kneading the thick heavy folds of Blaire’s prodigious fat, applying an ample coat of sunscreen to the huge surface area. There was some mad, desperate hope in his head, that he would somehow be able to do Blaire’s whole body in that tiny amount of time. But just a few minutes in, that hope was getting dimmer and dimmer. For one thing, he found that he was utterly unable to lift the larger folds of Blaire’s stomach fat, to get at the skin underneath; he was simply too weak to even budge them. He groaned and grunted with effort, occasionally looking up to Blaire for help, but she seemed blissfully oblivious to him, sipping her drink and staring out at the waves.

Pretty soon, Brent decided to abandon that effort, and instead tried to focus on the skin he could reach. But the big, fat swells of Blaire’s flesh were such that he knew there was a lot of skin that he didn’t even have access to. He covered as much of her stomach as he could, but looking at his progress, it was obvious that his tiny hands were totally inadequate in even beginning to spread the sunscreen across her mammoth stomach. The white trail of the sunscreen looked pathetically small, compared to the sheer amount of skin that was left untouched.

Feeling desperate (and both turned-on and ashamed by his own inadequacy), Brent moved on to Blaire’s lower legs, kneeling down before each gigantic, fleshy pillar and spreading the cream up and down them as best he could. He quickly realized that it was no good just using his hands. Instead, he squirted the sunscreen directly onto fat calves and embraced her lower leg with his entire body, using his whole torso to spread the cream around. It was a faster technique, to be sure, but it was still hopelessly inadequate. His weak little body was beginning to drip with sweat, and his breath started to come in ragged gasps as he labored.

A middle-aged man, a jogger by the look of him, came up to them as Brent was feverishly working. Blaire was still staring out at the waves, a slight smile on her face, seeming like she was totally at peace.

“Uhh…ex-excuse me?” ventured the man uneasily.

Blaire turned slowly towards him, eying him intently from behind her sunglasses.

“Yessss?” she asked.

“I…I w-was…was just, um, just curious,” said the man. “Is…are…are y-you two…a…a couple?!”

“Ha! Well it depends on what you mean by “couple,”” chuckled Blaire. Brent moved from her right calf to her left one, not even looking up at the man — he had work to do. The fat flesh of Blaire’s left calf jiggled and wobbled as Brent pressed his whole body into it.

“L-like…dating?” asked the man.

“No,” laughed Blaire, her fat stomach shaking and jiggling obscenely at the man. “We’re not dating. “Dating” implies that two people are on equal footing in the relationship. Does it look to you like this little skin-and-bones down here is on equal footing with me?”

“Uh…n-no,” said the man.

“Well there you have it,” laughed Blaire, sipping her drink. Brent had started moving on to her thighs, which he was barely managing to budge, even though he was throwing his whole body of effort into lathering them up. They only shook gently from his exertion.

The man turned and went away confused, almost like he was in a trance himself. Blaire chuckled to herself, and continued sipping and staring out at the waves, not even bothering to look down at what Brent was doing. She could barely feel his body against hers, and it was turning her on.

A couple more people walked up to them, a husband and wife, in the midst of a beach walk. At first, they only slowed down, neither of them able to help staring, but after a couple more seconds, they both just stopped, shamelessly gawking. Blaire felt their stares, and just kept looking out at the ocean, waiting for them to make the first move.

“Is…is that your son?” asked the wife, a few moments later, pointing uneasily to Brent, who was hurriedly rubbing his entire body up and down against Blaire’s inner left thigh, trying to apply as much sunscreen as he could.

“Hahaha!” laughed Blaire, her fat jiggling so much that it actually knocked Brent off his feet for a moment. “Do you really think that something so puny could come out of me!? Haha, come on — are you serious? You actually think that this little guy and I have the same genes!?”

“Uhhh,” said the wife, totally perplexed.

“Come on honey, let’s keep walking,” muttered her husband, clearly uncomfortable. “Don’t engage them.”

They walked away, every once in a while turning to look back. Brent was now standing on Blaire’s huge left thigh, trying to lather up her enormous boobs. He knew his time was waning, and that he didn’t have a chance in the world of finishing. But he was still going to try and give it all he had.

As he frantically rubbed sunscreen on Blaire’s breasts, a group of teenagers came by, five in all, three boys and two girls. They all shamelessly gawked at the couple, a couple of the guys even going so far as to point and laugh. Blaire didn’t pay them any attention; she had that same slow smile on her face. The teenagers made their way slowly by, still laughing, but their laughs had become more muted, and had taken on a different tone, once they truly got close to Blaire and saw how huge she actually was. The teenagers passed on, and almost immediately, an older lady came tottering up to Blaire.

“Excuse me, ma’m?” said the lady.

Blaire slowly turned her head and peered down at the tiny woman, who couldn’t have been taller than 5 feet.

“Mmhmm?” asked Blaire.

“I just wanted to say,” began the woman, “That I think it’s just marvelous that you’re wearing that bikini. It takes confidence, to do what you’re doing.”

Blaire kept looking at the woman silently, and simply indicated her head slowly down, in a single nod. The woman continued to stand there, staring at Blaire’s body — she hardly seemed to notice Brent, who was, at this point, was practically buried in Blaire’s boobs, having slipped on her greased-up stomach fat a minute or so before. He had gone tumbling in between her breasts, but that hadn’t stopped him from wriggling around as best he could, in a frantic attempt to cover as much of her surface area as he could with sunscreen. The end result, though, was that this woman didn’t even notice him in the midst of Blaire’s hugeness…or if she did notice, then his little body was so inconsequential in light of Blaire’s that it was like he wasn’t even there.

For a solid 45 seconds, the woman just kept staring at Blaire’s body. She seemed to be trying to say something, but it kept getting caught in her throat. Blaire just sat there, staring amusedly at the woman, waiting patiently for her to speak. Brent didn’t even know that the woman was there. At long last, she found her voice. It came out as an almost-hushed plea, which seemed to echo strangely off the shining sand, and the crashing waves.

“H-How…how can I…c-can I….?”

Blaire nodded again slowly, her smile widening.

“You’ll know,” she answered. “The time’s coming soon, and when it’s here, you’ll be able to tell. I wouldn’t be anxious if I were you — you seem to understand, better than the rest.”

The older woman bowed her head, in a kind of reverential way, and, giving Blaire one last worshipful stare, made her way along the shore. Unlike all the others, she did not turn around and look back — she kept on moving, as if driven by some invisible purpose.

Blaire chuckled to herself, feeling her pussy starting to ooze. She took a deep breath, reached roughly into her cleavage, and pulled out Brent with one arm, holding him aloft above her as she smiled dirtily at him from below.

“Time’s up little mouse!” she cackled. “And let’s see…hmmm, it looks like you got about a quarter of my belly…most of my lower right leg…half of my left calf, and…hahaha, maybe a tenth of my right thigh, annnnnd…a fifth of my boobs or so.”

She shook her head up at Brent, who was totally out of breath, and dangling from her hand above. She was clicking her tongue at him, licking her lips afterward.

“No, no, no, my little man, I’m afraid that’s not good enough I’m afraid it isn’t even close to being good enough. Sighhhh….I guess I was right…shoulda brought Luke along with us.”

“I’m…s-so sorry!!” panted Brent, starting to get emotional. He wanted this to be their vacation, but already he was being reminded of his inadequacy. It turned him on, yes, but it also hurt his feelings.

“Yeah, yeah,” said Blaire dismissively. “Fortunately, I thought ahead and gave myself a healthy dose of microfine zinc oxide last night, which interacts with the hormones of my growth serum, and protects my skin from UV rays. Pretty cool, huh?”

“B-but…but then — ” sputtered Brent.

“I don’t actually need sunblock, yes,” laughed Blaire. “I just wanted to watch you try, hahaha! And I gotta admit, it was turning me on, watching your weak, skinny little body struggling with all by big, big rolls and folds and mounds of fat. You got lost in them, hahaha!”

Brent didn’t even have time to feel like a fool, because Blaire had let him go, dropping his body straight down into the extensive fat of her upper belly. Brent found himself sinking into it, like he had fallen into a huge pool of jello. Then, Blaire’s hands were all over him, slavering and lathering his body up with sunscreen. Her hands felt so strong and huge against his bony frame, and, within ten seconds, she had him completely coated.

“All done!” she chirped at him, holding his body out in front of her with one hand. “And I know we’re supposed to wait fifteen minutes for it all to dry, but I wanna play with you in the water…NOW.”

Blaire reared back, took another deep breath, and blew a strong gust of wind at him, making his hair go back, as she flash-dried him with her breath. She turned him around and did the same thing to his back.

“Now into the water you go, little one!” she cried, and Brent suddenly found himself drawn back and a second later, totally airborne. His organs backflipped into themselves as he registered that Blaire had thrown him towards the ocean. He felt a cold streak of ear at first, in sheer reaction to the speed of his trajectory, but almost immediately after, he was splashing down into the water, coming up spitting and sputtering. He wasn’t that far out, but far enough to where his feet couldn’t touch the bottom. He looked desperately to the shore for Blaire, but couldn’t see her anywhere. Their big towel was there, with the beach bag, but no Blaire.

Brent panicked for a moment; he could swim just fine, but he was skinny, weak, and exhausted from wrestling with Blaire’s body. Besides, he had gotten used to being at his Goddess’s side at all times. To think of being alone, without her…

But then, he felt something brush his feet underwater. He started in surprise…and then it happened again…and again. It felt like there were innumerable fish, teasing his feet and legs. Brent’s heart almost jumped into his mouth when, suddenly, a huge form surfaced from underwater, right next to him. Brent’s first thought that it was some kind of whale that had come to check him out, and he started kicking away from the massive shape in fear. But Blaire’s laugh was cutting the air, mixing with the roar and froth of the waves around them, and he knew it was her.

“Scared you there, didn’t I, little guy?” she teased, pivoting her floating body around, as she swam up to him. “Didja think I was a sea monster?!”

“I…h-hhaha, m-maybe a little bit,” admitted Brent.

“Well would a sea monster do this?” she asked, submerging herself underwater completely. Brent felt her swimming under him, and suddenly, she resurfaced again, in the process elevating his entire body out of the water, so that he was languishing on the small island of her fat belly.

“Gotcha!” she laughed, inhaling playfully, so that Brent’s body descended towards the water, and then exhaling forcefully, so that her quickly-rising stomach actually tossed his body up in the air for a moment, before cushioning his fall once more.

“Mmmm, I see you’re hard for me, my tiny little slave,” she purred. “Why don’t you crawl across Goddess Island and squirt your little load into the Cave of Wonders?”

Brent couldn’t help but chuckle at Blaire’s silly sense of humor, but that didn’t stop him from eagerly crawling, as fast as he could, up her stomach fat, in between the big twin landscapes of her breasts, and right up to her mouth, which she was holding open seductively, licking her lips, as she pointed inside, her big body floating easily on the waves.

“Aaaaaaaa!” she exhaled sexily, pointing. “Right in there, little guy. I want to taste that salty little spunk.”

Brent looked around for a moment — they weren’t really alone. The teenagers were playing in the water about 50 yards to their left, and people were walking by on the beach. But he realized that he didn’t care…couldn’t care. Blaire was in charge. And she wanted him to cum in her mouth. As he knelt in the fat of her upper breasts, his knees sinking steadily into it, he pulled down his swim trunks and jerked himself off.

Twenty seconds later, Blaire was moaning out appreciatively, licking her lips and making big eyes at him as she swallowed his load. Brent collapsed down on top of her, breathing hard, and feeling, for all the world, like he was actually on an island in the middle of the ocean, safe and sound.