Number Six Ch. 4

As the credits rolled, the camera swooped over the audience, and Melissa and Cara at long last returned their full attentions to him. All throughout, their hands had roamed his vulnerable body trapped between their massive forms. As a result, and to no small degree due to what he’d seen on screen, his arousal hadn’t diminished in the slightest - much to their delight. 

“Oh my, I guess someone did enjoy watching TV with us after all!” Cara delighted, gripping the head of his cock between her fingertips gently before moving them up and down at a teasing pace. 

“He’s not alone…” Melissa said breathily, leaning over to kiss Cara passionately. 

That simple act caused both women’s massive chests to smother the poor boy caught between them. Buried beneath breasts, they embraced each other tightly and in so doing further entombing the boy between them. 

Shifting their own legs a little, they easily prised David’s waist and legs free only to sit him atop the plateau of their thighs, which they now pressed together. His legs held firmly apart by the sheer mass of flesh beneath them, they pinned his ankles between their thighs and secured him firmly between their bodies as two massive pairs of breasts enveloped him from either side. Now only his waist and thighs were exposed and he was utterly at their seldom-seen mercies. 

“Some day soon that’s going to be you, David.” Cara taunted, scrabbling her nails against his exposed and sensitive inner thigh, sending the poor boy into hysterics. 

“Oh yes, you’ll be so much happier David. Just like that boy on tv… doesn’t it sound so nice to just stop worrying about everything, just be the boy you were born to be?” Melissa took the opportunity to liberate David of his shorts, easily parting the material to reveal David’s now turgid and throbbing cock. 

Groaning with frustration, both at their words and his hopeless situation, his cries were little more than muffled moans from beneath the mountains of feminine flesh which entombed him. The pair paid it little heed. After all, women knew what was best for males. His discontent was little more than a cute afterthought to them, like the fussing of a child. 

“Why don’t you show us how much you want to be like that boy on TV? Show us how much you want it.”

“Oh what a lovely idea!” Cara added. “Show us what you really want David. Show us you don’t want to be a big boy anymore. Hump your cock into our hands and show us you really want a woman to make your choices for you.”

With little ceremony, the pair proceeded to subject his cock to whatever torturous touches their whims decided. Melissa encircled the head of his cock with a forefinger and thumb with a feather-light touch, rotating her fingers back and forth to drive the poor boy wild. Cara meanwhile was merely twirling a single fingertip around and over his head, tickling his sensitive cock with pitiless efficiency. 

He held out as long as he could, screaming into their enveloping, sweaty breasts with the sheer effort it took to restrain himself, but in the end it was hopeless. David whimpered in defeat. He couldn’t help but see his current situation as a microcosm of his own life. He was doomed to be forever under the thumb of one woman or another - quite literally in this case as Carra swirled her thumb atop the head of his cock, smearing his precum in torturous circles. 

“Oh good boy, that’s it. Hump hump my fingers!” Melissa encouraged, gushing smugly at his self-induced defeat. “All good boys love to buck their hips like that. They love to play this bouncy game with much bigger girls like us.”

“Mmmm good boys don’t have silly thoughts of being independent or having agency. They just want to fuck and cum and be good for their Mommies. Doesn’t that sound delightful?” Cara cooed reassuringly, as if it was the perfect life she was describing. 

Some instinctual part of David couldn’t help but agree. The idea of a life of total bliss, endless sexual ecstasy spoke to a powerful part of his mind. In a mix of sheer sexual bliss and hopeless frustration - David could only weep. 

“Such a good boy… here, why don’t we give you a hand?” Cara offered. 

“He already has our hands all over him Cara!” Melissa giggled, and the pair tittered at their joke.

“I mean lets show him how much fun it is to not have to think at all. He doesn’t even have to move. We’ll do everything for him - like this.”

Cara tensed her thigh beneath David, and in so doing the massive bulk of flesh tightening lifted him several inches up, leaving him tilting over to one side. 

“Oh what a marvelous idea. Here let me try. One… two…” Melissa counted down.

When the pair both tensed their thighs in unison, David was gently but firmly lifted up several inches in the air, before their softening flesh relented and he dropped back down. 

“We can just hold our hands like this…” Melissa whispered, and David - blinded by the massive breasts keeping him pinned to their bodies - could only frantically imagine what they had in store. 

“Perfect!” Cara soothed, rubbing David’s thigh reassuringly, but it did little to calm his nerves. Indeed it only made his throbbing cock beat all the harder. 

“Lets try it. Ready?”

With that, the pair tensed and relaxed their thighs over and over, slowly building up a rhythm which forced David up into the air each time. As Melissa and Cara held their hands in place, David’s cock was forced into the tight ring of their fingers, only to be dragged back out again by gravity. Robbed of even the ability to set his own thrusting pace, David squirmed what little he could, groaning and weeping as even that tiny fragment of agency was so cruelly robbed of him. Yet it was all utterly buried under his rapidly mounting lust. 

“Awww, I think David likes this bouncy game!” Cara grinned, picking up the pace as Melissa matched it. 

“Oh my, look at his cock, it’s practically leaking! We’re going to have to play this game more often…”

“Such a good boy…”

“Such a sweet thing…”

As the pair descended into an endless stream of infantile nothings, their baby talk was soon reduced to pure gibberish interspersed with mothering noises and shushing tones. David’s increasingly frantic groans emanated from within their cavernous cleavage, the pair forcibly controlling every aspect of David’s body now, relentlessly pumping him up into their milking grip with nothing but the power of their own thighs. 

David’s heart ached at the sheer helplessness flooding his thoughts. He was utterly powerless beneath these women, and out there in the world all women were now like this. Deep down it was becoming very obvious to him that he was going to wind up trapped like this forever one day. 

Even as his rebellious urges were dimming, his libido was roaring. The fact he wasn’t even able to control the pace of his thrusts was in some way so much more erotic. He couldn’t anticipate the sensations of their milking fingers at all, and they seemed to delight in slowing down deliberately whenever they thought he was a little too close to cumming. After the third time they had brought him oh-so-close to climax before backing off, he was no longer concerned with any thoughts of self determination. No, the only thing he wanted to do for himself was reach down and stroke his cock like a man possessed. Yet his tormenting minxes were holding one of his arms captive each underneath the oppressive weight of their breasts, each heavier than his entire body. 

While David screamed in frustration, begging wordlessly why they wouldn’t just let him cum, they soon made their intentions clear. 

“Well I guess the only way David could tell us he wants to be a good boy is to shoot his little squirties all over our hands…”

For a few moments, they stroked his cock in unison, moving their hands down along his shaft to meet his cock each time they forced him up into their grip. David gasped in ecstasy, but they soon brought their thighs to a halt. When he tried to thrust up into their fingers on his own, though, they just loosened their grip and moved their fingers in concert with his cock and rendered his movements useless until he collapsed back against them, sweat pouring down his body - both theirs and his. 

“Oh… but he doesn’t seem to want to. He hasn’t made a single squirt at all!” Cara sighed with mock disappointment. 

“Well, that’s not entirely true. He’s drenched our hands in precum by now…”

“Ohhhh yes, it must feel so deliciously slick. We didn’t even need lube, our good little boy is just so happy when we milk his cock isn’t he…”

“Yet he still hasn’t cum. Maybe he doesn’t want to be a good boy after all…”

Their words, echoing through their titanic bodies, sent warring messages through David’s mind. On the one hand they tempted him with the orgasm they kept holding just out of his reach, quite literally, by frustrating his every effort. Yet they had made clear the price of his release would be submission. If he came, that would be signalling his acquiescence to their words… Yet if that was their game, why not just force him to cum? 

Then it hit him. They wanted him to surrender of his own accord. Did their cruelty know no bounds? He was already helpless, utterly defenceless under their care, and yet they were not satisfied. They never would be. They would just push him further and further until he ultimately surrendered. 

“He would have to show us how much he wants to be a good boy…”

“Be a good boy for us. Fuck away all your cares and worries. Hump our fingers like a good little boy.”

With that, they moved their hands back into place, and enveloped his cock in an oh-so-delightful grip. 

Biting his lip, he knew it was hopeless. The sheer guilt and shame of being so easily controlled by these women washed over him, but did little to abate his lust. Indeed, on some level the two were becoming subconsciously intertwined. 

With one last heart-wrenching groan of defeat, he thrust his cock into their promising fingers with delirious eagerness. Already so close to orgasm, he felt his chest tightening in mere moments, his heart hammering in his chest as they cooed sweet poisonous words into his ears to encourage him his climax arrived with the force of a freight train. 

Unable to breathe for a few moments as his throat tightened, he drove his cock into their slick milking digits again and again, before at last sinking his cock as deeply into their grip as he could in an utterly primal desire to breed. Yet their sheer size and control of him rendered his carnal movements a mockery, like an animal on display, a pitiful example of what man had once been rendered nothing but a plaything within their grasp. 

“Such a good boy!” They cheered in unison, milking his orgasm to its utmost with their expert touches. 

***

The next few days were an exercise in utter torment for David. Every time he refused to give his mother an answer, whenever he was evasive on the topic of transformation or if he gave even the slightest hint of reluctance, his mother would just smile and pass him off to Melissa and Carra. She would merely tell them David was ‘tired’, or ‘cranky’, as if he was just a child needing comforting, and the pair would drag him off for a seemingly endless session of libidinous debauchery. 

They hardly needed her instruction. His new minders, or ‘maids’ as they insisted, seemed to be everywhere and took every opportunity to come up with an excuse to molest him. He never got a moment’s peace. In his mother’s absence, whenever she left, they now essentially ran his home. When he had feebly tried to exert some meager authority, claiming it was his home and they should respect his privacy, they merely cooed mocking babytalk at him as if he were just a fussy child. Indeed they had merely added it to their list of reasons to judge him as such, dismissing any and all of his fears or apprehensions as nothing but the flights of a young man surrounded by beautiful women. 

That was something they told him he was going to have to get used to. He supposed in a way they were right, as things did not seem likely to change. They seemed to delight in interrupting any intellectually stimulating activity he undertook by simply insisting that something had to be cleaned, which of course involved them stretching their bodies well within his view no matter which way he turned. 

If he hid under a blanket they would simply find an excuse to clean it, either by removing it or worse, simply using it as an excuse to molest the boy underneath. 

Of course, the moment he became aroused, somehow they simply knew. Given they had replaced his diet with nothing but Instant Smile - that was also practically all the time.

The one time he had asked - no, demanded - that they let him eat real food, well that experience had taught him not to defy them. 

“Well, we are here to take care of you… if you want us to feed you more than just our milk, then of course little master…” Melissa had mulled conspiratorially, winking to Carra. 

David had stared after them anxiously as they sauntered from the room, otherworldly thighs and round bodies swaying so enticingly. He resisted the urge to frantically masturbate, to grant himself some sexual relief that didn’t come at the cost of enduring their constant verbal and physical assault upon his resistance. Yet he found to his dismay he was too nervous to even read, despite having longed for the chance to do so uninterrupted. 

For over an hour he lay there, trapped, wrapped up in his own indecision. A prickle of sweat formed on his head at the thought of just what they might have in store. 

Yet when they finally reappeared pushing a trolley with a serving dish atop it, he felt a momentary swell of hope. The meal they had prepared smelled divine even from under its stainless steel cover. As they rolled it close to him he felt his mouth watering - though he had to admit it was at least partly due to the swaying, heavy bosoms of the women pushing it… and the thick, heady cream which swelled within as he was all-too-aware.

The pair exchanged a bemused grin before revealing what was, he had to admit, an utterly delicious looking meal. In fact, it was practically a platter of his favourites. But… how could they have known?

He pinched himself internally. Of course his Mother had told them. Dimly, he wondered just how much else she had told them about him… or perhaps instructed them. 

“No need to get up.” Melissa said as he made to pull the covers back, sliding into place beside him. 

Groaning, he realised they had no intention of simply allowing him to enjoy his meal. Yet he felt suitably chastised so as not to complain. After all, they had obviously gone to a lot of effort. Besides, he didn't want to give them any more reason to treat him as little more than a disagreeable child. 

Carra easily lifted and then placed the massive folding tray in front of him on the bed. Melissa, however, had lifted him with remarkable ease and had begun to slide her massive form in behind him. One of her massive thighs soon filled his entire side up to his armpit, before the other settled in on his other side, forcing his arms up on top of them with their sheer bulk. Thick, pillowy thighs now dominated either side of his body, as the thrumming heat of her sex was now resting gently against his back - sending the poor boy into a shiver. 

Sat behind him, Melissa rested her hands on his shoulders as her colossal bosom pressed in behind him. Slowly he felt his head sinking into the cleavage between each monumental mound, and was trying to grip her thighs to keep himself from sinking further. She merely kept a gentle pressure on his shoulders until, inevitably, he was practically buried in her chest with only his face visible. 

“W-wait… how am I going to eat if I can’t reach the tray?” He stammered in confusion. 

As Carra crawled up the bed towards him like a stalking predator, he got his answer. She lifted the fork free of the tray without a word and handed it to Melissa. 

“Now don't worry yourself, sweet little thing.” Carra soothed him, running her hand up his thigh provocatively in contrast to her words. “Let us take care of everything…”

His brow furrowed with uncertainty, but as Melissa lifted a fork-full of steak and potatoes to his mouth, his hunger eased his worry. Once he tasted it, of course, his worries disappeared almost altogether. David wasn’t sure if it was just days without a solid meal and nothing but thick, creamy milk to feed him, but it tasted simply divine. 

Soon any embarrassment he felt at being fed like a child evaporated as he hungrily devoured everything he was given. While Carra’s touch was soothing, it was undeniably also arousing. Beneath the tray over his lap, hidden from his sight, her fingers were delicately tracing the contours of his thighs and his increasingly rigid cock. 

Indeed, she seemed to delight in tickling the underside of his cockhead every time he went to take a bite, giggling with joy every time it caused him to struggle eating. When she began to trace her nails up and down like a spider’s grip on the head of his cock however he choked on his food, and inevitably he spilled it down his chest. 

“Awwww.” Melissa admonished, lifting a napkin to his lip and dabbing it. “Poor little boy, even when we’re helping him he can’t eat without making a mess!”

“It’s okay sweet thing,” Carra mused, eyes glinting with delight at her success, “soon you’ll always have someone to take care of you like this. after your transformation.”

“But I don’t- mmmfh!” He grunted, but Melissa simply fed him another mouthful to replace the one he had managed to swallow. 

Carra, however, had only redoubled her efforts beneath the tray. In fact, precisely because David couldn’t see what she was doing, it made him jump at every touch. Playing his cock like a fine instrument with her nails, he could hardly keep still. 

“Such a squirmy boy, do you like it when big, beautiful women take care of you hmmm?”

Carra’s toothy grin spoke to just how much she was enjoying tracing the nails of each hand silkily around one of his sensitive testes, all while Melissa dutifully ensured there was always a fork waiting whenever he tried to protest. 

“I don’t know Carra, I don’t think he’s able to be a big boy. Maybe he’d be better off as a little man forever.”

“Oh I like that idea…” Carra cooed, and her tactics swiftly changed. Now she was stroking his cock fervently with one hand as she sought to free it with the other. “I think he would be much happier as a transformed boy, don’t you?”

“Mmmm, you’d be so cute. Imagine being even smaller than you already are…”

“Well, small in all ways but one…” Carra corrected, licking her lips as she lovingly caressed his cock. 

“Mmm- b-but-” He groaned, as the passionate handjob he was now receiving was such a shift from the extended erotic teasing that his mind had short-circuited. 

“Not your butt, cutie, that will be just as cute!” Melissa quipped, reaching between herself and her captive to squeeze his ass a little, making the poor boy yelp. 

Carra squeezed her forefinger and thumb around the head of his cock and used her other thumb to run circles around his slit, sending David into paroxysms, although trapped between Melissa’s thighs and breasts they registered as barely more than a squirm.

“I think he really likes that idea… wouldn’t you just love to be a good little boy for us all the time?” Carra asked with pursed lips, her soothing tone in stark contrast to the utterly electric sensations she was forcing the poor boy to endure. 

“Mmmm, such a cute boy you’d be too… your mother showed us the projections you know.”

“That’s right… in fact you’d be so adorable I don’t think anyone would be able to keep their hands off you…” Carra said, just as her hands began to truly milk his cock in earnest, gently bumping the underside of the tray with each upwards stroke. “Let alone Melissa and I.”

It took a monumental effort of concentration, but he was able to force his mind to the fore. Exhaling with the sheer exertion of doing so, he willed his arousal down to merely a simmer from the boil it had been at. His hips stopped moving, and he stopped thrusting into the wonderful grip Carra had on his cock. Further, with much effort given he was trapped betwixt Melissa’s cavernous bosom, he forced his head from side to side to try to avoid her dextrous feeding hand. 

“Awww, is our little boy being fussy again?” Carra asked with sly faux-disapproval. 

“Silly boy, he should listen to his Mommies…” Melissa whispered down to him from above, yet her voice sounded deafening as it spoke directly to him. “Maybe… maybe he doesn’t want to be a good little boy, hmmm?”

With that, Carra released his slick and dripping cock, and left it throbbing and aching as it pressed up into the underside of the tray. However, she didn’t take her eyes off him at all. Instead her gaze had grown cold, distant almost… with a sharpness there he couldn’t quite define. 

“What happened to the good little boy I wonder, hmmm?”

A sudden sensation directly on the underside of his cock made his eyes widen in shock as, to his dismay, Carra began to gently tickle right below his head with a single nail. 

He was soon writhing in place, twitching from side to side as his hands grasped at Melissa’s thighs trying to free himself. Melissa, however, merely moved her hands down and held his arms easily in her grip, in the process squeezing her full breasts around his head tighter, robbing him of even the slightest movement. 

Carra merely hummed softly as she played merry torment upon his cock, swirling a single finger around his head as he mewled in anguish. 

“Well he can’t be a good little boy, Carra… little boys let their Mommies milk them, and drink their Instant Smile. Maybe he’d rather be a big boy after all?”

David tried to signal his approval, but Melissa simply pulled his arms together in front of her, burying them in her breasts as she smothered his head within them and easily muffled anything he could have tried to say. 

“Oh I don’t know Melissa…” Carra mockingly asked, tickling mercilessly all over his cock with her nails while speaking perfectly casually. “I guess the only way we’d know is if he showed us.”

Melissa giggled, and the simple action translated into a truly titanic shiver of breast flesh around David’s head as she kept him entombed within her massive cleavage. 

It was starting to set in now. He could hear his heartbeat echoing in his ears, cocooned as he was within soft enveloping flesh, and his cock throbbing in time with his pulse. This was what his life would be like from now on. These temptresses would torment him again and again until he gave in. Every day would be like this until he was 

The sheer gravity of his situation, and the unfairness inherent to it, was the last straw. For the first time he truly lost hope. What could he do? These women could overpower him so easily, and while he could hardly say he disliked the constant sexual attention, their methods were so excruciating that he was swiftly becoming a nervous wreck. He jumped at shadows, woke in the night thinking they had come for him in his sleep… and occasionally they had. 

David let out a truly pitiful wail. What resistance he had left faded, and he wriggled his hips madly, losing any semblance of self control. 

Carra delighted as his cock danced amidst her tickling fingers, giggling with glee as her prey squirmed beneath her. 

“Just give in, David, and you’ll feel like this every day!”

“You want to be a good boy don’t you? Why fight it?”

Amidst his gasps and groans of delight, no matter how hopeless it seemed, he refused to give in. He simply would not give in. 

Whilst he was unaware of her presence as the massive minxes manipulated his member so expertly, not too far away his mother listened dispassionately. She had hired Melissa and Carra as professionals to end David’s nonsense once and for all, yet it had been weeks and they had yet to bring the boy to heel, at least in a non-literal sense. They’d spend plenty of time with the boy literally under their heels, yet that and the myriad other sexual torments hadn’t convinced her son of the merits of transformation. 

She thought once again about her soon to be delivered second husband, and how awkward it would be to have her deviant son around. Him a living testament to the oddity his own father had clung to for so long. People had already begun to whisper behind her back at the cocktail parties and fashion shows she attended regularly. Word had gotten around that not only had her son not opted for transformation yet, but was seemingly intent never to do so. 

His mother just could not understand why her son refused to indulge in the life they had now. Why did he refuse to embrace the wonderful society around them? No… it was simply intolerable. Swirling and downing the last of her glass of expensive wine, she removed a napkin from her pocket. She had seen the advertisement before but never had she thought she would need to call them herself. She’d always thought - perhaps hoped - David would grow out of this odd rebellious streak. His independence phase had lasted far longer than that of most males… but now it seemed there really was no convincing him. 

He needed professional help. Not that of Cara and Melissa, no… serious help. 

She knew it was the right thing to do. After all, she huffed, putting her wine glass down as she lifted her phone and began to dial.. She was not going to let her reputation suffer because her son was…abnormal. 

Hearing the underlying tones of her son’s defiance, evident even in his orgasmic cries, she turned away at last when a voice answered. 

‘Valnurana’s Institute for Male Rehabilitation, how can we help?’