Melissas Breakthrough Ch 11

Standing on her collarbone, Steve stared down the warm fleshy cliff of Melissa's torso, his eyes needing some time to adjust before they focused in on the long, dark chasm of her cleavage far below. The red M&M had tumbled down and disappeared right in between the middle of her breasts, and, from his current vantage point, it looked impossible for Steve to retrieve it. How on earth was he going to climb down there, drop in between her breasts, find the candy, and then somehow lug it all the way back up??

But Melissa had given him an order, and Steve remembered the bargain they had made not too long before -- that if he fed her the sweet, then she would tell him all about the progress she had made in her research to grow him bigger again. He certainly was eager to hear the news, which would let him know how excited he should be -- even though there was no denying his arousal in the presence of Melissa's huge body, he really did want to grow back at least a little bit...maybe back to three or four feet tall, maybe...or at the very least, big enough to live comfortably in his new house (which he tried to forget was a literal doll house). At his current size, even the doll accessories were big and ungainly.

'So that's what it's gonna take,' he thought, staring down into the dark, squished line of Melissa's cleavage. Of course, she had started wearing low-cut tops ever since she had grown to 6'10 and shrunk him down to one inch, just to tease him with her body, and keep him on the brink of arousal. It had been a learning experience for Melissa, thinking of her own body this way, but once she got the hang of it, she knew how to really push his erotic buttons. And now, even considering the enormity of the task before him, Steve was still totally erect. It was impossible not to be, gaping down at a pair of breasts that, from his perspective, were nearly the size of a football field.

"Are you strategizing, Steve?" came Melissa's amused voice, above him and in his ears. Even when she used her "Steve voice," his entire body vibrated with the intensity of the soundwaves she made. "Trying to decide how you're going to atone for your clumsiness?"

"My clums--hey!" Steve countered, trying to stand up straight on her collarbone as he put his hands on his hips. "I did amazing to even get all the way up here! And then your...y-your..."

"My what, Steve?" teased Melissa, raising her eyebrow. "Are you about to blame this all on me, hmmm?"

"Well your...your tongue was just all out and moving around," Steve finished lamely, his shoulders sinking a little as he heard the words leave his mouth. It certainly sounded like he was making excuses.

"And whaaaat?" Melissa cooed, flipping her tongue back out of her mouth and twirling it in a fast, sexy motion around her full lips, "You got distracted?"

Not having any other option he could turn to, Steve simply shrugged, sighed, and answered, "...yeah. I was...it was a little startling, actually."

"Heheh, yeeeah, I'm not sure if "startling" is the right word," Melissa chuckled, her eyes fixating, very obviously, on his erection. "How about...hmmm...enthralling! Huh, nooo, no, too dramatic. How about...absorbing? Hehehe nope that just sounds like I'm gonna eat you! Uhm, let's see, enchanting...too Disney...winsome?! No, too archaic..."

"Melissa..." sighed Steve, rolling his eyes. "Can you just let me go down and get the -- "

"Alluring!" interrupted Melissa, turning her face even closer towards him as her eyes went wide with pleasure. "Oooo that's a good one! Or how about beguiling...captivating...rrrrravishing!?"

*Flipflipflipflipflipflipflipflipflipflipflipflipflip*

After suggesting "ravishing," Melissa went all out and, extending her tongue towards Steve, flicked it up and down quickly, while she made a lewd sucking sound. Steve couldn't help but back away, putting both of his hands up in a wordless plea of surrender. True, her huge tongue was intimidating and a bit scary, but that wasn't the reason why his hands were extended in a pleading motion. What she had just done was so brazenly sexual, so irresistibly lascivious, that he had almost spontaneously cum right then and there, without his cock even getting touched. That was the power she had over him at this size, when he was dwarfed by every aspect of her, even her pinkie finger. He was silently begging her to have mercy on him, because he didn't want to seem so helpless in the wake of her sexual onslaught. It was hard enough trying to act like he had any dignity left, without just losing his load uncontrollably when she flicked her tongue at him.

"Awww was all that a little too much for you, Steve?" Melissa pouted at him. "A little overwhelmed by the giantess, uhm...what's that term again? The acronym for having sex with your mom?"

Steve stood there blankly, having no idea what she was talking about, until it just popped into his head a few seconds later.

"Are you...are you trying to say MILF?" he asked her, staggered that she had even heard of the term before.

"Yes!" she cried happily, "That's it! MILF!! Hahaha what a silly word -- and it means..., uhhh..."Moms I like for"...damn...what does it stand for again?"

Steve was still hyper-aroused, but, since he spent so much time like this around her, he had learned to carry on a normal conversation with a hardon. It was also true that Melissa never ceased to amaze him with how ridiculous hse could be.

"You're...kidding, right?" he ventured after a few moments passed by.

"Kidding? No!" came her genuine reply. "What's it stand for?"

"I can't believe you just...huhhhh!" Steve sighed. "It stands for "Mother I Like To Fuck."

Melissa's face twisted up in disapproval, her eyes blinking rapidly in surprise.

"What!?" she burst out. "That's what it means? How crude!"

"Where did you...where did you even come across that term?" Steve asked, taking a seat on her shoulder to rest a little while he tried to somehow stem his erection.

"I was looking at some pornographic websites the other night," Melissa announced, a devious, almost childish smile coming across her face. "Because I was soooo horny but I didn't want to wake you up. And there's a lot of the MILF stuff on there." She paused briefly, and Steve could see how she was going through the whole thought process in her head. "Goodness me," she exclaimed after pondering for a few moments, "So that means all those people are aroused by that kind of thing!?"

"I think a lot of people are, yeah," Steve nodded. He had expected her to respond, but instead was greeted by a humorous silence. Melissa had turned her head completely to the side, so she was looking at him full-on, and her lips were pursed in a playful smirk. Her eyebrows bounced up and down at him, and her huge tongue snuck out from between her lips, starting to flick rapidly in his direction again.

"But as much as I'd just love to keep talking to you about your porn adventures," Steve said quickly, sensing that he was not going to be able to hold back an orgasm if he got into a wrestling match with Melissa's tongue, "I think I'd better go find that M&M before your body, like...absorbs it or something."

Melissa withdrew her tongue back into her mouth, pretending to be disappointed, only to then open her mouth wide and snap her teeth at Steve sexily. The *SNAP* that her teeth made was nearly enough to make Steve stumble backwards over her collarbone, and he could see, looking down, that Melissa had held her palm out, to catch him in the event that he did, in fact, fall. It was easy to feel diminished in her presence -- it wasn't just her overpowering size compared to him. It was the way her brain worked too. In every sense of the phrase, she always seemed to be a step ahead of him. But Steve swallowed down these feelings, since they made him feel discouraged, and even worse, uncontrollably aroused. He knew that he had a job to do, and it wasn't going to get any easier with him stalling. And so, setting his jaw, he looked down into the chasm of Melissa's breasts, far down below him, and started plotting how he was going to get down there. He'd think about how to shimmy down her cleavage when he had made it that far, which at this rate was going to take him half an hour at least.

"Here," Melissa said gently, noticing that he had started to plan his route, "Just because I know how hard you've been working all day, I'll make the first part easy for you."

She extended her forefinger up to Steve, positioning it directly next to his feet. Steve stood there, at first amazed by the sheer size of her finger (to him, it was the size of a massive, 20-foot log), but then by the fact that she was actually going to help him. He stood blankly for a moment, mesmerized by the size of her finger...had her nails always been that manicured? Or was this some sort of new "beauty regimen" that Melissa had embarked on? Steve had noticed, a few days before, that she wore lipstick and make-up a lot more now than she had before he had shrunk. He felt, deep down, that there had to be a connection between the two...and if he was being honest with himself, he knew exactly what it was: Melissa felt extra-sexy when she was lording her size over him, and making him feel the totality of her domination. And now that he was only an inch tall, she wanted to play up her sex appeal that much more...and it was working.

"Come on!" Melissa smiled gently down at him, "Hop on, Steve! It's gonna save you a lot of time getting down to my cleavage, I'll tell you that!"

Steve nodded and stepped gingerly onto her finger, not having much trouble keeping his balance, since it was about as wide as a sidewalk to him. As he looked down, marveling at the human pavement he was standing on, he saw what looked like the entire world moving and whooshing by in the periphery of his vision. Glancing up, he saw that Melissa was shaking her head slowly down at him, laughing:

"Oh Steve, no, no not like that!"

"Like what?" Steve asked, annoyed.

"Standing up like that!" Melissa indicated, pointing with her other finger. "There's no way you're going to be able to keep your balance when I move my hand!"

Steve braced himself, digging his heels into the flesh of her finger as he positioned his legs in a sturdy stance, holding out his arms for balance.

"Well, obviously you just underestimate my physical abilities," Steve declared confidently. "Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't keep my balance."

Melissa cocked her head slightly to the side, giving Steve a knowing look. "I'd say the word "small" doesn't really do enough to describe you," she asserted. "When I have a "Steve" voice to protect your little ears, and when I have to reach my finger in through your dollhouse windows to fix the dollhouse bed you can't make because it's too big...yeah, I think "miniscule" suits you a bit better."

"Speaking of which," Steve replied immediately, "Can't wait to hear about that growth formula you've discovered."

"It's not a "growth formula," silly!" Melissa laughed. "It's an ionic liquid electrolyte accelerant that -- waaaaait a second!" She had managed to stop herself and was pointing at Steve in a playful, accusatory way.

"Thought you might forget and just steamroll ahead," Steve sighed, smiling. "Wouldn't be the first time."

"You stinker!" Melissa giggled, "Taking advantage of me! Okay, here we go, I'm going to lower you down now. You suuure you don't want to lie down and brace yourself?"

"Please, come on," Steve bragged. "I may be small...miniscule, sorry...but I can still stand on my own two feet, thank you very much."

"Okaaaaay," Melissa smiled, raising an eyebrow. The next moment, she lifted her finger up, and started slowly lowering it down toward her breasts. From Steve's perspective, it felt like he was trying to balance on top of a bucking bronco. Melissa wasn't making it hard for him on purpose by moving her finger up and down, but the sheer weight intensity of her movement was far too much to handle from Steve's tiny perspective. To him, his literal floor was in motion, and he hadn't anticipated how disorienting this would be. Almost instantly, he started teetering on his feet, stumbling backwards and then forwards in an uncontrollable little whirlwind of discombobulation, until he finally fell flat on his face, his entire body splayed out across Melissa's finger, holding on for dear life.

The sound of gentle thunder echoed in his ears -- Melissa's soft laughter -- and Steve felt himself blush, still facedown on her finger. He smelled the sharp, industrial scent of the wooden pencils that Melissa was always twirling around in her fingers as she immersed herself in her research; Steve had seen her twirling one not too long ago. It occurred to him, as he held on as hard as he could with his arms and legs to her finger, that one of her pencils was about the size of a telephone pole from his perspective. To say she was bigger and stronger than him was the understatement of the century -- he had become almost nothing compared to her.

But the time Melissa helpfully deposited him on the firm yet bouncy flesh of her upper breast, Steve was in one of his moods again, feeling sullen and discouraged about being so small, despite his obvious arousal.

"What?" he demanded, standing up, averting his head, and staring up at her defiantly when he saw her smiling sweetly down at him. "Aren't you gonna make fun of me some more?"

"No need, sweetheart," Melissa giggled, extending her pinkie finger and, just barely, tapping him lovingly on the head, "You take care of that all by yourself." But, seeing that Steve was still in a bad mood, she slowly lowered her "little" finger down Steve's body, taking care to use the fleshy part of her finger pad, so that she was giving him a kind of slow, erotic massage. A moment later, her pinkie was playfully spearing into his crotch, and even though she was touching him as carefully as possible, Steve still stumbled backward, but Melissa was ready with the wall of her fleshy palm behind him, catching him before he fell in between her breasts. Now trapped between her pinkie and palm, Steve gave himself up to the wonderful feeling of Melissa's finger lifting up his erect cock and balls, shaking them with the greatest care, and driving him to greater heights of lust. It was crazy to Steve how he could be so sullen one moment, and then in the next moment, he could be totally transported by his own arousal. That was the power Melissa had over him now.

"Aww Steve...baby," she murmured down at him, "Don't feel bad. I know it hasn't been the easiest for you recently. Fetch that M&M for me, and I won't even stop at telling you what I've found out -- I'll grow you up to three inches."

"Y-You'll what!?" Steve choked out, fighting through all the stimulation as he received this amazing news. "You can grow me back already??"

"To three inches, at least," Melissa nodded, still lovingly teasing his package with her pinkie, "Maybe more, but that probably needs a bit more research. Mmmm just think about it, Steve. You'll actually be able to make your bed like a proper person...and lounge on your little sofa...and I'll actually be able to give you a proper blowjob without giving your whole lower half a...oh, what's that thing called?"

"What thing?" asked Steve blankly, in the midst of imagining Melissa's giant lips actually wrapping around his cock and sucking it like a tiny straw.

"You know, when you get a bruise from too much kissing or kissing too hard or whatever?" Melissa asked, waving her hand in a windmill (and to Steve, it may as well have been a windmill, by its size and the way it was blowing his hair) to try and express herself.

"Oh! Um, a hickey," said Steve. It never ceased to amaze him how little Melissa knew about ordinary things.

"Is that what they call it!?" Melissa laughed, cocking her head to the side in curiosity. "Haha wow -- who comes up with these funny words? But anyway Steve...mmmm yes, I've been missing the actual feel of your sweet cock in my mouth. How does that sound?"

"It sounds...good," Steve mumbled. He was already feeling a bit guilty about being so moody.

"Yeah?" Melissa smiled down at him, taking her pinkie and palm away from him. "That make you feel better?"

Steve nodded. It was hard not to feel better when Melissa teased that kind of treatment -- and he knew, by the hungry way she was looking at him, that she was eager to make good on her promise.

"All right then," Melissa grinned, "Off you go then! Here, let me help you out again."

She prodded him with her finger, a bit harder than she intended, because the next moment Steve was crying out and tumbling backward into her cleavage. There was no real danger -- Melissa's boobs were too pillowy and soft -- but Steve had been caught by surprise, and felt the adrenaline surging through him as he descended down into the darkness of her huge breasts. A second later he had come to a sudden stop, having fallen far enough to have his movement arrested by the twin fleshy megaliths. His little body was squished in between them, and, with difficulty, he managed to work himself up into a standing position. He could still see amidst the darkness, since there was a bright line of light far above him. Every few seconds, the fleshy walls around him heaved and swelled, squeezing his body even tighter, before relaxing again...and then repeated all over again. A steady, rumbling bass of *BOOMBOOM* *BOOMBOOM* *BOOMBOOM* vibrated his body, rattled his ears, and infused the air. Melissa's heartbeat. It sounded like a massive bass drum being beaten a couple floors above. The air was dense and heavy, with a slightly sweet smell. Had Melissa lightly perfumed her tits today!? Had she anticipated all this happening? Steve had no idea. He thought about shouting up something sarcastic to Melissa, mocking her clumsiness again, but he knew there was no way she was going to be able to hear with him all the way down here.

And then, just as this thought crossed through his mind, a huge shadow passed over him, and the long sliver of light at the top of Melissa's cleavage was partially blocked. Steve looked up to see a huge eye staring down at him.

"Oh good!" Melissa quipped, her mouth out of sight as her gigantic eye slow-blinked down at him in affection. "You made it down. Now find my candy!"

Steve sighed, shrugging his shoulders as he unsuccessfully attempted to mentally play down the craziness of his current situation. He just couldn't act casual -- not in the hot, dense air in between the towerings, living flesh of Melissa's boobs. Everything was in constant motion around him, but just barely. With every breath Melissa took, the walls of her breasts, the fleshy floor, and the "ceiling" above all jiggled and gyrated slightly. Steve shook his head, trying to clear it. There was no way to avoid the intensity of Melissa's eye far above him; she was still looking straight down at him, her iris reflecting light down on him. Every once in a while, a dark shadow would pass over him when she blinked.

'God, I'm just...nothing compared to her,' he thought, with a searing kind of helpless arousal. Part of him wanted to just collapse on his back and jerk himself off right then and there, in between those glorious, fleshy behemoths. When he caught the reflected light from Melissa's eye at the right moment, he could actually see steam wisping and curling up into the air. Her breasts were literally steaming.

'Focus Steve!' he thought to himself fiercely. 'Come on! Just do this thing for her, and then she'll start growing you back!'

Taking a deep breath, he began the long, slow trek to find the missing M&M. He had to move slowly, because his little feet sank so far into the deep, pillowy breast flesh that he had to take each step laboriously, to keep from falling forward flat on his face. He did actually fall down a couple times before he realized that he could support his body by leaning up against one of the huge walls of her breasts while he walked. He felt ridiculous doing this, and yet, it was also another excuse to be further surrounded by Melissa's boobs -- sometimes, leaning against her like this, when she exhaled, her flesh overspilled onto his back, and he stumbled under its weight. But Steve had become quite determined. Ever since he had started pushing that M&M up her arm, he had been dedicated to his task, and he wasn't going to quit now, especially with the promise of getting bigger.