Chapter 3: Meeting Brent's Parents
Truly, it was ridiculous how huge she was to him now. Blaire loomed up above him, a veritable cliff of insurmountable, Brobdingnagian bulk. Her big fat stomach hung down so low that it reached her knees, but even then, it was far, far out of Brent’s reach. The top of his head was only as tall as halfway up her shinbone — standing next to the enormous fat pillars of her legs, and standing on his tiptoes, he couldn’t even reach the beginnings of her calf muscle.
“You couldn’t think of anything,” declared Blaire, her massive, fleshy hands perched on each of her colossal, fat hips, “Because there’s nothing else in your head. I’ve literally eclipsed everything else in your mind, Brent. I’ve become your whole world. And you have the presumption to act needy, like we’re still in some kind of a…relationship. There is no more relationship anymore, Brent — you get that, don’t you? I’m not even a dominant partner to you anymore. I’m a GODDESS to you, and you’re nothing more than a sniveling, pathetic little husk of skin and bones that I have total power and control over, who I can command to worship me any time I choose, who I can use as my toy whenever I feel like it.”
Today, I want you to introduce me to your parents as your future wife! OK?
Brent looked up at Blaire, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief. "Blaire, please, I can't do that. They'll never accept you. You're... you're not normal."
Blaire's face darkened, her massive body towering over Brent, making him feel even smaller than usual. "Not normal? Who gives a fuck about normal? I'm your Goddess, Brent. Your future wife. And you will introduce me as such. Now, get up and get dressed. We're going to meet your parents."
Brent hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded.
"Yes, Goddess." He climbed to his feet, his legs shaking slightly. Blaire watched him, her expression softening slightly. She reached out and patted his head, her massive hand nearly swallowing his entire skull. "Now, let's go meet your parents."
The drive to Brent's parents' house was a quiet one. Blaire sat in the passenger seat, her massive body barely fitting in the car. Her knees pressed against the dashboard, and her thighs spilled over onto Brent's seat.
He sat behind the steering wheel, his tiny hands gripping it tightly, his stomach churning with a mix of anxiety and excitement. The scent of Blaire's sweat and perfume filled the car, making it difficult for him to breathe.
As they pulled up to Brent's childhood home, he couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. The small house looked the same as it always had, with its neatly trimmed lawn and perfectly arranged flowers. He looked at Blaire, her massive body squeezed into the passenger seat, and felt a wave of dread wash over him. How would his parents react to her? They would have to look up at her, just to be seeing only her belly. She would tower over them and break their furniture. She was unapologetic for taking up so much space and being heavier than any man. She loved to show off her dominance in our relationship.
She would often invite me to her place, and when I would arrive, she would be naked, her huge body sprawled out on the couch, eating from a massive bowl of food - usually something unhealthy and greasy, like fried chicken or pizza. She never bothered to hide her table manners, or her appetite. She would stuff her face, her massive jaws working back and forth, her tongue lapping up the grease and sauce. She loved to watch me squirm as she ate, her eyes gleaming with amusement and power.
They arrived at Brent's parent's house. Blaire simply towered over the small apartment, shaking the floor with each step.
She had to duck her head to avoid hitting the ceiling fan, and when she sat down on the tiny couch, it groaned pitifully under her weight, threatening to collapse. The sight of her was overwhelming, her massive body taking up every inch of space in the room.
Brent's parents, Jo and Bob, stood in the doorway, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief. Jo, thin and birdlike, was the first to find her voice. "Brent," she said, her voice trembling. "What have you done to yourself?"
Blaire let out a loud, booming laugh, her body shaking with amusement. "Oh, Mrs.
Little," Blaire purred, her voice like thunder. "That's a little insulting, don't you think? I mean, I could say the same to you. Look at you, so small, so fragile. It's a wonder you haven't blown away in the breeze."
Jo's face flushed with anger, but before she could respond, Bob stepped forward. "Brent," he said quietly, his eyes fixed on his son. "What is the meaning of this? Who is this... this woman?"
Brent, standing next to Blaire, looked up at her with adoration. "This is Blaire, Dad. My fiancée.
The woman I love. The woman I'm going to marry."
Bob's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "But... but, Blaire, you're... you're not normal. You're a... a freak!"
Blaire's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward, towering over Bob. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body humming with adrenaline. She loved it when people challenged her, when they tried to belittle her. It gave her an excuse to show them just how powerful she truly was.
"Normal?" she spat, her voice like thunder.
"Who the fuck cares about normal? I am Blaire, the future wife of your son, and the future mother of your grandchildren. And if you ever, ever talk about me like that again, I will rip out your fucking throat!"
Bob stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fear. Jo, seeing her husband's reaction, stepped forward, her chin jutting out defiantly. "Now, now, let's not get carried away. We're just trying to understand this... sudden change in Brent's life. He's always been such a good boy, and now... now he's bringing home a...
a monster!"
Blaire's eyes widened and she let out a booming laugh. "Monster? You have no idea how right you are, dear. I'm a monster of your son's making, and I'm going to be his monster for the rest of his life."
Bob's face paled, and he took a step back, his eyes darting between Blaire and Brent. "Brent, what have you done? This...this thing...it's not natural. It's not human."
Blaire took another step forward, her massive body looming over Bob.
She could see the fear in his eyes, and it only served to turn her on more. She loved being feared, loved the power she held over these tiny, insignificant people.
"You know what, Bob?" she said, her voice a low growl. "I think it's time you and your little wife here got a taste of what your son has been enjoying all this time."
Bob's eyes widened in horror as Blaire reached down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. She lifted him up effortlessly, his tiny body dangling in the air like a doll.
She could feel the heat radiating from her strap-on, the glow of which seemed to intensify the more aroused she became. The room was filled with the scent of her sweat and the taste of her power, both of which were intoxicating. "You see this, Bob?" she rasped, the red glow of her strap-on casting eerie shadows on her massive, fleshy body. "This is what your son has been enjoying. This is what he's been begging for. And now, it's your turn."
Bob squirmed in her grasp, his face pale with terror. "Please, no," he pleaded. "I... I can't... I'm too small."
Blaire let out a harsh laugh, the sound like the clashing of swords. "Small? You think that matters to me? You think I care about your pathetic little limitations?
You think I care about how small you are? I'm a goddess, Bob. A goddess of consumption and power. And your wife, your son, your entire life? They're all just playthings to me. Blaire's strap-on glowed even brighter, the red light casting eerie, writhing shadows on the walls.
Jo's eyes widened in horror, her breath coming in short gasps. "Blaire, please... don't hurt him," she begged, her voice shaking.
Blaire turned her gaze to Jo, her eyes hard and unyielding. "Hurt him? Oh, Jo, I'm not going to hurt him. I'm going to use him.
Just like I use your son," Blaire said, her voice a low growl. She forced Bob to his knees, the tiny man struggling against her iron-like grip. She pushed his face towards her strap-on, the red glow now pulsating like a heartbeat. "Lick it, Bob. Lick my strap-on like a good little dog."
Bob squirmed, his eyes wide with fear and revulsion. "No, please. I can't. It's... it's not right."
Blaire let out a harsh laugh, her massive body shaking with amusement. "Not right? You think I care about what's right, Bob? I'm a goddess, and I do as I please. Now, lick it.
Bob hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Blaire and his wife. Jo, seeing the sheer terror in her husband's eyes, finally succumbed to her own, pleading with Blaire.
"Please, Blaire. We... we can't. Not like this. It's wrong."
Blaire merely chuckled, her monstrous body shaking with amusement.
"Wrong? Oh, Jo, my dear, there is no wrong when you are a goddess. And right now, I want your husband to lick my strap-on.
It's already wet with your son's saliva, so it shouldn't be too hard for him, right?"
Jo's face paled, but she made no move to stop her husband as Blaire forced his face towards her glowing strap-on. Bob whimpered, his breath coming in short gasps, but he made no move to resist as Blaire pushed his face against the hot, pulsating latex.
"Lick it, Bob," she growled. "Lick it like a good little dog."
Bob hesitated for a moment, then tentatively stuck out his tongue.
He licked the tip of the strap-on, and Blaire groaned with pleasure. "That's a good boy," she purred, her voice like thunder. "Now, lick it a little harder. Show me what you can do."
Bob began to lick the strap-on more vigorously, his tongue moving up and down the length of it. Blaire watched, her massive body shaking with excitement. She could feel her pussy growing wetter with every flick of his tongue.
"That's it, Bob," she moaned. "Just like that. Now, harder.
Show me how much you want it, Bob."
Bob's tiny tongue was working furiously, his saliva dripping down the length of Blaire's glowing strap-on. The red light seemed to intensify, pulsating like a heartbeat, as Bob's attempts to please Blaire grew more frantic.
Jo watched in horror, her hands covering her mouth as if to stifle a scream. She could see the sheer terror in her husband's eyes, the way his body shook with every command Blaire gave. She knew she should stop this, should do something, but she was frozen in place, her body refusing to move.
She had never seen anything like this before, had never imagined that something like this could happen. She was a witness, a helpless bystander to the horror unfolding before her.
Blaire was panting now, her massive body heaving with each breath. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling in her belly, ready to explode. She glanced down at Bob, his tiny body trembling, his tongue licking her strap-on with a desperate fervor. He was whimpering, his eyes wide with fear and humiliation, but he didn't stop. He continued to lick, continued to please her.
It was at that precise moment, as Bob's tongue was doing its utmost to satisfy Blaire, that Brent, seeing the sheer horror and terror on his parents' faces, felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash over him. He knew he should have stopped this, should have protected his parents from this unnatural, grotesque beast that Blaire had become, but he was powerless to do so. He was under her spell, under her control. He was her puppet, and she was his master.
Brent watched, his breath ragged, as his mother and father were reduced to nothing more than playthings in Blaire's twisted, depraved game. He couldn't deny the arousal that coursed through his veins as he saw the sheer power Blaire held over his parents. He knew it was wrong, knew that he should be stopping this, but his body betrayed him, his cock hardening in his pants as he watched his mother and father being degraded before his very eyes.
He had always known that Blaire was different, but he had never imagined that she would stoop to such levels of depravity. She was a monster, a goddess of consumption and power, and he was her willing slave. He felt a perverse sense of pride as he saw his mother's tears, as he heard his father's pleading.
They were nothing but prey, and Blaire was the predator. He had never felt more alive, more powerful, than in this moment.
Blaire, panting and sweating, her massive body heaving with each breath, finally let out a low groan. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the tension building in her loins like a storm about to break. "Yes, Bob," she growled, her voice thick with lust. "That's it. Just like that. Now, faster.
"You two, show me how badly you want to please me. Come try to fuck my ass," Blaire commanded, her voice thick with lust and authority. She turned around, her massive, rounded ass nearly taking up the entire space in the small living room. Bob and Brent exchanged nervous glances, their tiny dicks already withering at the sight of Blaire's colossal, fleshy ass.
"But...but, Goddess, it's so big. We're not sure we can...please you," Brent stuttered, his voice shaking with fear and arousal. "Please me? You two? You're not even worth the effort. Look at you, two tiny little mice trying to fuck a giantess.
It's pathetic, really. Brent’s cock hardens at the humiliation in Blaire’s voice, his breath hitching as he licks his lips, eager to please her. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his body aching with a mix of fear and arousal. Jo watches in horror from the corner, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Bob, seeing his son's reaction, hesitates for a moment before stepping forward. He knows he should be stopping this, should be protecting his wife from this monstrous woman, but he's powerless to do so. He's frozen in place, his body trembling with a mix of fear and shame. Blaire turns to look at him, her massive body blocking out the light from the window. "Come on, Bob.
Don't be such a little bitch. I know you can do better than that," Blaire sneered, her massive ass jiggling with laughter. "Your son here looks like he's ready to burst at the sight of my ass. So, why don't you two come over here and show me what you've got?"
Brent hesitates for a moment, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He looks over at his mother, who is staring at him with a mix of horror and disgust. He swallows hard, his resolve wavering, but Blaire's commanding presence and the promise of pleasure are too much for him to resist.
He steps forward, his tiny body trembling as he approaches her massive, fleshy ass. He looks up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. "What do you want me to do, Goddess?" he whispers.
Blaire chuckles, the sound deep and thunderous. She reaches back and spreads her massive cheeks, revealing her gaping asshole. "I want you to lick me, Brent. Show me how much you want to serve me.
Get your tiny tongue in there and lick every inch of my filthy asshole. Make it all nice and wet for your father to fuck me with his tiny dick.”
Brent could barely contain his excitement as he knelt behind Blaire’s massive ass. His heart was pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He had never felt more alive, more aroused, than he did in that moment. He reached out and tentatively touched her ass, his fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh.
Blaire laughed, the sound deep and throaty. “Not so fast, little mouse. You need to work your way up to that.
Now, start by licking my taint. Make it nice and wet, just like the good little slave you are." Brent gulped, his eyes wide with both fear and arousal. He leaned in, his tiny tongue tentatively touching Blaire's taint. The scent was overpowering, a mix of sweat, feces, and something else, something that made his cock throb even harder. He began to lick, his tongue moving slowly, tentatively, as if tasting something for the first time.
Blaire moaned, her massive body shaking with pleasure. "That's it, Brent. Now, deeper.
Blaire rolled over Bob, squashing him. Her ass was so tall and fat that his tiny penis felt useless. Her giant hands dwarfed his small penis.
"Oh, Bob, you’re so tiny! I can barely feel you. But I must admit, your son's cock is such a wonderful mouthful."
Bob squirmed beneath her, his face reddening with humiliation and anger. “Please stop, you’re hurting me!” he cried, but his voice was muffled by her enormous ass.
Blaire merely chuckled, a deep and menacing sound that resonated through the tiny apartment. "Hurting you? Oh, Bob, my dear, this is just the beginning. Now, be a good little mouse and suck on my taint while your son fucks my pussy with that tiny little cock of his.
The sight of his tiny, pathetic dick squirming around inside me, trying to satisfy my massive hole, is just too much to resist.
Blaire grabs Bob by the hair, pulling his face towards her massive, sweaty taint. Bob gags, choking on the stench of her filth, but Blaire doesn't care. She just wants to use him, to humiliate him, to show him that she is the dominant one in this relationship.
Brent, feeling his father's pain, steps forward, his tiny cock already hard. He plunges it into Blaire's gaping pussy, grunting with the effort.
Blaire moans, her massive body shaking with pleasure as Brent's tiny dick struggles to satisfy her enormous hole. "That's it, Brent," she growls, her voice like thunder. "Fuck me harder. Use that tiny little cock of yours to pleasure me."
Bob, his face pressed against Blaire's sweaty taint, gags and retches, but Blaire doesn't care. She grabs a handful of his hair, yanking his head back and forth, using his face like a rag doll. "Lick it, Bob," she commands, her voice thick with lust.
"Lick it like the filthy little worm you are." Bob struggles under her grip, but her massive hand is like an iron vice, crushing his skull. She forces his face deeper into her sweaty, filthy taint, the stench of her ass filling the air like a noxious gas.
Brent, seeing his father's plight, redoubles his efforts, thrusting his tiny cock into Blaire's massive hole with increased ferocity. The sight of his father's humiliation is turning him on, his cock hardening even more within Blaire's tight, wet grip.
He's never felt so dominated, so powerless, yet so exhilarated. He can feel the sweat dripping down his spine, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he thrusts into Blaire's massive, inviting hole.
Blaire throws her head back, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as she feels both men struggling to please her. She can feel the power coursing through her veins, the sheer dominance she holds over these tiny, insignificant beings.