The Male Liberation Rebellion Spy, Richard Johnson, sat on the edge of a king-sized bed, waiting for his cock to be sucked.
Last year, he had personally freed hundreds of milk slaves at the Central Harvesting Compound in Austin, Texas. He was a wanted man, and he was being sought after by every femdom organization in the world. After laying low in an underground bunker for a few months, his captain had assigned him a new mission: to infiltrate the highest echelons of Milking Solutions Inc., collecting vital data they needed to bring the insidious organization down to its knees.
He was supposed to pose as a call-boy--a euphemistic term for a luxury milkslave ladies of femdom high society could enjoy for an impossibly high price. His target was Devannah Pierce, an experienced dominatrix with a penchant for using Love Gas to brainwash her victims. Sporting an eight-foot tall body, with triple-D breasts and ridiculously wide hips, she was truly a force to be reckoned with. Her femdom callsign was Mommy, a nickname that she often forced her victims to call her as she broke them. Her second-in-command was Kitty Wang, and busty Asian domme who was particularly sadistic in her methods of punishment.
They were genetically engineered to be giant sexual goddesses, as all women were these days.
Richard thought about Natalie, his twenty-two year old wife. She hadn't been changed yet. She had chosen to join the rebellion, and had lived with him and loved him in the underground bunker. She was the only pure thing in this world, Richard believed, and he would do anything to protect her from the evils of femdom society. At twenty-three years old, Richard was a man of strong will and ideals, and his training had reflected that: he had chiseled abs, lean biceps, a body any man could envy.
He had prepared for months up to his mission, trained harder than he ever had before. This was, he knew, the most important mission for all of mankind. Two weeks ago, they had lost all contact with the other cells. Their communication equipment was fine. But then they had heard brief, scrambled reports of moaning, screaming, whining and begging men on the other end, and they knew that time was running short. It was possible, even likely, that Richard and his team were the very last Male Liberationists on the entire planet.
He tried texting Natalie, but she wouldn't pick up. That was strange. Natalie always responded to his texts, no matter where or what time it was. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this. But then Richard heard a knock on the door, and he smothered all thoughts of alarm in his head.
This was it.
He walked through the carpeted hallway and opened the door. The largest woman he had ever seen stood in front of him, her enormous breasts posed in front of him at eye-level. She was wearing a form-fitting black leather corset that seemed all but ready to burst, her enormously luscious curves packed into the sinfully pliable material. Each breast was larger than his entire torso, and Richard wasn't a small man to begin with. With more than a little shame, he couldn't help but notice that her nipples were poking eagerly out from the leather, two-inch thick studs that made him almost lick his lips with attraction.
Her impossibly wide hips were bigger than the doorway, her thick, muscled thighs slimming down to two stiletto heels that made her somehow look taller than she already was. Richard gulped. He knew she was going to be huge... but this was something else. She was a giantess. Don't panic. Don't panic, he thought, panicking. He tried to swallow the fear rising in his chest, but that feeling was quickly overpowered by the overwhelming sexual urges he felt towards this dangerous domme. No wonder they called her Mommy, Richard thought.
Her golden blonde hair was tied into a military bun, her green eyes fixed on him predatorially.
"Mmm... Bob, isn't it?" the woman drawled, her sausage-thick lips curving into a wicked grin. "I'm Devannah. Pleased to meet you."
Before Richard could say anything, Devannah squeezed through the doorway, closing it behind her. She easily filled up the entirety of the corridor so that he had no choice but to back up slowly, slowly, until the back of his knees touched the edge of his bed. He fell onto his back, petrified with shock. Devannah positively towered over him, and at that moment he knew she could have done anything she wanted to him.
"Nervous?" Devannah said. "That's okay. We can take things as slow as you like..."
Devannah leaned over Richard, placing her hands on either side of her head. Her enormous tits seemed to bulge out against her corset, the thick valley of her cleavage incomprehensibly large. It almost looked as if she had stuffed two giant watermelons in her chest. Richard felt his naked chest brush up against her teats, and he bit his lower lip, stifling a groan of pleasure. Play it cool, Richard thought to himself. She doesn't know who you are.
In spite of his rigorous mental conditioning, Richard found himself falling in love with this beautiful woman. He couldn't stop looking into those intelligent green eyes of hers, which seemed to take on an almost hypnotic quality. Stay calm, Richard reminded himself. Just wait for her to orgasm. Once she lets her guard down, search her clothes for maps, schedules, anything that can be of use.
Richard moved to suck on Devannah's teat through her corset, hoping to entice her into letting her guard down, but she held him down with a hand on her chest.
"Not so fast, honey," Devannah said. "I want to really enjoy this..."
Devannah suddenly stood up, moved around him, and sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. The mattress sunk down around her, as if she had her own gravitational pull.
"You ever heard of foreplay, baby?" Devannah said innocently. She patted the spot between her legs, motioning Richard to come over. "Come on. I'll show you."
What was she trying to pull? Richard wondered. Oh well, it was probably better to play along than to start asking questions. He didn't want to raise any suspicion. Reluctantly, he crawled over and sat in front of her splayed legs, each of which was larger than a tree trunk.
Devannah whispered loving words into his ears as her hands roamed playfully along his ribcage. Richard couldn't help but shiver in ecstasy. He couldn't believe this was happening. Here he was, with this busty giantess of a woman, about to have sex with her. His cock immediately sprang to life, tenting up his underwear until he was almost sure the fabric would rip apart.
"Oh, I love it when a boy gets so nice and hard for me," Devannah cooed. Her hands slid deftly under the elastic waistband of his underpants, her long, warm fingers outlining his cock with a tenderness that made him want to weep. She gripped his cock firmly, holding his erection up against the fabric so that his glans was imprisoned by the sheer tightness of the rough, elastic material.
The friction was enormous, and Richard squirmed in her grip as he tried to escape the feeling. It was like sensory overload, and he almost giggled at the strange, panicky feelings that Devannah was making in his cock. Then she began to move his cock around inside his underwear, the rough friction of his head against his underwear flaring into bright, fiery pleasure. Richard gasped; it was just too much. Before he could yell, Devannah clamped her other hand around his mouth, muffling his cries into a few remote, pathetic whimpers.
"It's okay, I'll take care of you," Devannah whispered into his ear. "Just hold still."
