Demora Size Exchange
As I lay on the table, eyes locked on Demora's towering figure, my heart raced with anticipation. She'd known my secret for some time now—that when aroused, I would shrink and transfer my mass directly into her breasts and ass. It was a power dynamic that thrilled us both, and today was no different.
Demora walked towards me, her hips swaying hypnotically, drawing my attention to her voluptuous figure. She teased me with a smirk, slowly moving towards me until our bodies were almost touching. Without warning, she reached down and grabbed my now-tiny form, pulling me up closer to her chest.
"Do you think these are getting big enough yet?" she asked, her voice laced with seduction.
I shook my head, unable to speak as the sight of her enormous breasts took my breath away. They loomed over me, larger than life, and even as I shrank further, they seemed to grow even more imposing.
Demora giggled softly, her warm breath tickling my skin as she pressed me closer to her chest. She began to move sensually around the room, her hips swaying to an invisible rhythm that only served to heighten my arousal. Every time she moved, my body jolted with pleasure, and I could feel myself shrinking even further beneath her touch.
Despite my protests, Demora continued to taunt me, pushing me deeper into her cleavage and teasing my senses with the promise of even more pleasure. She talked dirty to me, her voice low and seductive, telling me how much she loved watching me shrink and how excited she was to feel me inside her.
As I shrank below two feet, Demora finally stopped teasing and placed me on a table beside her. She knelt down, her breasts pressing against the surface of the table, and reached out to caress my now-tiny form. Her fingers felt like warm, velvety pillows against my skin, and I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as she traced patterns across my body.
"Look," she said, leaning in close so that our faces were only inches apart. "They're even bigger than your entire body now. Sure this is big enough?"
Again, I shook my head, unable to resist her allure. Even as she taunted me, I found myself growing more and more aroused, my entire being focused on the sensation of her breasts pressing against me.
Finally, after what felt like hours of teasing, Demora reached down and grabbed my tiny body in her hand. She squeezed gently, and I felt a rush of pleasure course through my entire being. It was too much—I couldn't hold back any longer.
With a cry of ecstasy, I released my load, my body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over me. Demora held me tightly, her fingers digging into my skin as she gasped in pleasure. When the orgasm finally subsided, she released me, and I fell to the floor, exhausted but satisfied.
"You'll slowly regain your height in time," she assured me, smiling softly. "Just as long as you don't become aroused further."
She scooped me up gently, cradling me in her palm as she guided me back to her cleavage. As I nestled between her breasts once again, I could feel her heartbeat thudding against my skin. We stayed like that for a long time, lost in each other's eyes and the power of our shared experience.
And when I felt myself starting to grow hard again inside her cleavage, Demora smiled knowingly and shifted me to one side. "Not yet," she whispered. "But soon enough."
