Jim can't believe he has 34 C breasts. As Tifa walks out the door, he starts fondling himself. He wonders what she's leaving to do. Just as soon as he thinks that she's gone, she opens the door. "Now, we can't have you running around all willy-nilly, now can we? You thought I would actually let you stay like this? Hah, don't make me laugh. No, I'm afraid you are going to have to become a bit more managable."
All Jim could think was, "what is she talking about, and how is she planning on doing it?"
And without any delay, she undid her left cup (strawberry) and forced Jim to suckle. Jim struggled to break free, but Tifa held him tight. Tifa then thought of something. She took one finger and rammed it up Jim's pussy.
"Uggghhh, it's too good."
"Just give in, sweetie."
As Jim was being rapidly stimulated, his resolve to keep from suckling broke down. He finally started to pull away, right when Tifa started forcing strawberry milk from her breast into Jim's mouth. "mmm, that's right, suck, suck until i tell you to stop."
The creamy goodness washed over Jim and he felt as if nothing was wrong, even though he was shrinking. Jim kept suckling, and Tifa's boobs kept getting bigger. Or, so he thought. He was actually getting younger. He couldn't stop sucking on her nipple. Tifa was still fingering Jim. At this point, he was around 9 years old. Jim started to complain. "I don't wanna be this young!"
She stopped fingering him and said, "fine, you can be even younger then." But as she said this, Jim put both hands over his mouth. He knew what was coming.
Tifa asked him what girl's names he liked. He said the only one he ever liked was roxanne. "Roxanne is a nice name. That'll do just fine. Come here."
Jim once again tried to get away, but he was now completely powerless against the now vastly taller Tifa. She said some strange words and Jim came to her, as though he couldn't control himself. He got close to her, and she kissed him. When she should have been tonguing him, she was spitting a fluid down his throat.
When she was done, Jim was no more than a baby. "There, I've erased your memory of who you are, where you came from, all that. All you know is how to talk, that is, if you could. Let's see. I think I'll name you Roxanne..."
Mon Apr 30 17:07:17 2007