Todd needed to touch those breasts. As he walked toward her, Carrie seemed to come out of her trance.
"Please," she cried. "Help me! I can't move at all."
"Of course you can't," he said. "Those things weigh more than you and me combined."
He gave her football-sized nipple a rub, and she squealed with delight and discomfort all at once.
"No! That's too much!" she shouted and gasped. "God! It's like the sensation... Oh! ...got bigger too."
Todd leaned in against her huge breast, and she moaned. It was so warm and soft to the touch, and there was so much of it. With breasts as massive as these, she was more woman now than anyone in the world. He felt harder than ever.
Carrie started to cry.
"Please, stop."
Todd ignored her. At this point, to him, she was a pair of breasts now. The little talking part of her attached to the breasts was of no concern to him.
Todd pulled his shoes off as he considered a method for climbing on top of her breasts. Then, he leaned into one boob and put a foot on her nipple as a step to climb up. Again, in spite of her tears, she moaned and shrieked with delight at this stimulation.
Todd scrambled to the top of the mountainous boobs and settled his butt in the cleavage between them. He smiled and put his arms behind his head for support. He now had the world's kinkiest water bed. Too bad it cried so much. If only he could shut her up...
Then, he had an idea. He stripped off his clothes and kneeled facing her head, straddling her cleavage.
"Listen a second," he said.
She stopped crying.
"Do you want to turn back to normal?"
"Yes! Please! Please, I'll do anything."
"Anything?" he asked, smirking. "Well, if you can suck me off. I may consider making your breasts small enough to move around again."
She cringed at the thought of it, but desperation overcame her reluctance. "Okay," she replied.
Todd sat on her breasts with his legs hanging down over her shoulders. She got to work on him. He pulled her head onto him as he bounced rhythmically on her breast flesh. She seemed to be enjoying the sensation on her breasts as much as he was enjoying her mouth. But, more than her mouth, he was getting off on the power he had. He could do anything to her. Anything at all. He could demand anything from her, and she would comply. Anything. Total control. The feeling built and built until he came, filling her mouth with his hot seed. He slipped out, and some of him drooled out of her. She spit to her side and wiped her face.
Todd lay back on her breasts and considered the situation. He had the perfect bed. Warm, soft and able to give blow jobs. Could he really give this up?
"So..." she found her voice. "I did it. Can you please turn me back now?"
It was a good question.