The New Suburbia

You groggily awoke to the sound of grunting, heavy breathing, and a strange gurgling noise like something filling with liquid.

Opening your eyes revealed the source, your girlfriend Holly, now massive with enormous boobs was on all fours above you and had her chest dangling right above your face.

At first she didn't realize you were awake, she was too busy panting and moaning. You looked up to see her eyes closed, her face flushed, her mouth open letting out moan after sigh after lewd grunt.

The gurgling sound hadn't stopped, and you were able to identify the source as her breasts continued to swell right above your face. Suddenly they sprang free from her top, unable to be held back any longer. The reason for the noise became clear as what could only be milk started to leak and drip onto your face, some into your agape mouth.

You made a reactionary noise which finally shook her from her trance. She looked down at you, "Ohhhhhh babyyyyy, hiiii *nghhh* I don't know what's *unnhhhhh* happening, but I need you. I need you I need you I need you."

As she was saying this she laid down to shimmy out of her bottoms. Her tits completely eclipsed your view. You felt her tear your boxers off and reposition so she was sitting straddling you. You could feel her much larger ass squish against your calves and feet, it must've been growing alongside her as well.

"You're going to help me feel soooo goooooood." She said almost as if she wasn't even talking to you anymore. Her mind had been completely fogged over with pleasure and growth. All you could do was stare in reverence at your goddess of a girlfriend.

She took hold of you and pulled you out from underneath her, positioning you so that your crotches lined up but also so that your head was at breast level, "Suck me, suck me baby, please." She shoved a nipple in your mouth and your instincts took over as you began to suck as if your life depended on it. Sweet, warm milk, the ambrosia of the gods, began to flood your mouth and your senses, calming you and fogging up your mind almost as much as Holly's.

She then rearranged her hands so one was pushing your head to her breast and the other took hold of your hips and began working you in and out of her in perfect rhythm.

You were faintly aware of her coos and sighs, but one sound dominated your hearing, and that was the continued gurgling you heard from before as her chest continued to swell against you.

“What…what my little husband like to do now? He like me to jerk him off again? While he look at my breasts?”

I bristled, a for a moment, at the word “little”. I wasn’t that short…just, well, shorter than her. Most people were, these days. But I didn’t…I couldn’t…protest, watching her pull her top back a bit more from her awesome cleavage, to afford me a better view. Hadn’t we…nnngh…just done this?

“You sure you want to do this? We can still back out…” I asked, as I held her hand in mine - thinking with one last hope that she might reconsider. Of course I knew her answer, though, already…

“What? No, of course not,” she snapped back, obviously a little nervous herself. She’d been thinking about this, hoping for this, looking forward to this for months. We’d saved and saved and saved and finally - for her birthday, my present to her - here we were.

A few of her friends had gone through this already, she’d told me, their first Neural treatment. They’d loved it! It was like a whole new world, they’d said, they felt fantastic. The science was beyond me, but I knew it served to enhance intelligence, and most who went through it scored much higher on a whole battery of testing and found themselves, cognitively, on a whole new level. It was only for women, of course - like so much of this new technology that was appearing. Just like the series of treatments she had done earlier this year, that started her growing again - what was she? 5’9” at this point? Nearing 5’10”? They had also improved her strength and vitality and…well, so much…

“I know you’ll like these…” she had said, unzipping her sweater that first night. Yes, they had grown, already, in just that first day. And as they continued to burgeon, week by week, she used them to placate my growing unease, my nervousness…she really was getting stronger than me, wasn’t she?

And now…now…now she was going to be smarter than me, too, wasn’t she? After this treatment, she’d be…new. I mean…I should be excited for her, right? Happy? This could help us, in so many ways. I’d heard about it from a couple guys at work whose wives had done it. They’d scored promotions at work, all sorts of stuff. One guy even left the company, left his job, told by his wife to quit, now that her job paid so much.

Now, my wife doesn’t work - nothing serious, at least - so I don’t have to worry about that. Unless she decides to go back, finish her law degree…

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“So, honey…another three hundred followers today,” she said with deliberate nonchalance, having come home from the gym after a day at work, and starting to change, “Could you tell?”. As usual, she’d found him in the same set of clothes, not having left the bedroom all day. “It’s amazing, isn’t it? My Instagram is just taking off, it’s so cool…”

Tossing her workout shirt behind her, onto the bed, she turned to face her shrunken little fiancee in her sports bra, and tried to keep from smiling too broadly. “I mean - I’m sorry - there’s just so many of them now…like, more and more every day. And with each one…you’re still getting a little bit smaller, hm? Yeah…you definitely are….”

She watched him looking up at her, the awe on his face; it almost made her laugh. But she was getting used to this: men looking at her, telling her she was beautiful, asking how big she was, her bra size. They were so easy to play with, she was learning, men. And, Sam - her fiancee - he was the easiest of them all. He was shrinking, every time she got a new follower…shrinking, getting weaker. He seemed to be getting…dumber, too. Quieter, certainly, more passive. More submissive and…timid. He looked feeble, there below her,..was he trembling?

“So…I was thinking of taking more boob-shots, tonight, to post,” she continued, with matter-of-fact plainness, “maybe work on some of my old tags. Wanna help?” She advanced on him one step, tugging up on the straps of her bra. Her breasts, she marveled: they’re probably bigger than him. And, she smiled seeing him, as if thinking the same thing, back away from her, onto his elbows.

“Hard day at work, sweetie?” she cooed, effortlessly lifting her tiny husband from the floor, “Well, you don’t have to go back to that place any more now, do you?”  She planted a huge, smeary kiss on Sam’s forehead and hoisted him towards the couch.

His gaze dropped into her immense bosom as he pictured his life ahead. No…the office didn’t need him anymore. No one needed him anymore. Like all men, he was becoming…obsolete.

“I dressed up pretty for you, honey,” she continued, feeling his attention settling on her chest, “to celebrate our special night together, the start of our new life.” He was tense, she could tell. Tense, ashamed, belittled by all that had happened these past few months. “Here, let’s get you settled on the couch…” With that, she seated him gently and leaned, hands on knees, towards him. “Our new life together, Sam…” she said, trying not to smile too proudly as he gaped up at her, gawklng openly at her chest, “just you and me…in this house…forever…”

He was overwhelmed, clearly - he had been for weeks. But he’d tried to keep up appearances, as much of his old life as possible. Now, though, that time was gone. Now came the time when they no longer had to pretend. And he was plainly frightened.

She knelt down on the floor, to bring herself closer to his level, to mollify him. “Now, relax, honey…” she said, voice dropping intimately as she pulled his shoes from his little feet, “let your wife take care of you…”

A little whine escaped his lips as he watched her smile, tending to her husband with obvious relish, delicately undoing his pants, sliding them down to his knees. Dutifully she began undoing his tie, pulling it from him and dropping it aside to move on to the buttons of his shirt. She hummed and purred her approval as she drew his shirt away from his pale, sunken chest and watched him shudder in anticipation. 

“So, sweetie,” she asked innocently, hands drew up to release her mane of hair, “what do you want to do?” With a shake of her head, her long, raven locks cascaded behind her shoulders, and she fixed her husband with a look suddenly wanton and intense.

Again he whined as she placed one hand on each side of him, on the couch, effectively trapping him there. He felt small, caged, and he looked up at her. He watched as her gaze fell to his cock - erect already, huge and throbbing, awaiting her attentions.

She giggled, girlishly - knowing how he liked that, and how it would make her jiggle for him - and continued. “Well, how ‘bout we start with this…”

At that she lowered herself, slowly, onto his waiting lap, onto his already twitching shaft. Her overgrown breasts pinned his cock to his belly, up to his sternum, swallowing his hips, thighs, nearly his entire torso. 

“oh…god...” he moaned, the first words he’d uttered since walking in the door, cowed and timid. Though first goggling at the spectacle of seeing himself all but disappear into his wife’s cleavage, he soon closed his eyes and laid his head back to the couch, basking in her softness.

“Mmmm…you like that?” she purred, slowly starting to roll her giant breasts in waves over her husband’s shrunken form. He felt so small, so weak and fragile beneath her, and she was careful not to hurt him. He was lost already, she knew, and would come soon - the first time of many this evening - between her great breasts. She could be so gentle with him tonight, she thought, picturing taking him next in her lap, as she moved to plant another huge, warm kiss on his head…

What are you waiting for, sweetie? You know you're just starving, and you KNOW you'll feel sooo much better after, what are you so afraid of? So what if you shrink down and down, smaller and smaller every time you drink? That just means Mommy can keep you with her, alllll the time. Once you're doll sized, Mommy can keep you safe and warm between her big, soft breasts. And when you get even smaller, and are scared you'll slip between the chasm of Mommies monumental cleavage, I'll keep you taped to my nipple, so that you can drink to your heart's content, whenever you get a craving.

You're only delaying the inevitable and Mommy is getting so, so full, don't you want to give her some release?