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Ch. 11: Preview #8
🕑 Added 2025-04-14 10:00:13 +0000 UTCTheo’s mind reeled all the way to the makeup room. It got even worse as Jen was beautified in front of his eyes, the makeup artist earning her keep and then some, enhancing Jen’s every feature to eleven.
Her raw physicality, her beauty, were all he could think about right now — and that worried him immensely. He should’ve been filled with rebellion right now, bitterness … but the spanking had only left him more awed. She had humbled him so effectively and efficiently with but a fraction of her strength — and no regret. She even seemed happy to do it! It made his own wishes seem miniscule and irrelevant. How could he possibly go against her now?
… And did he even want to, anymore? Lying on her lap afterward, he’d almost lost himself entirely. Had had to stop himself twice from outright groping her breast. He knew she couldn’t give milk like Alice —but oh god he had wanted it bad … And still wanted it, standing here at her side.
“How do I look?” his leader asked, her face aglow with makeup as she levied a smile at him.
It was all he could do to keep his knees from buckling. A spoken reply was out of the question. Just an embarrassing low exhale that both ladies heard. “I’d say that’s your answer,” the artist chirped, beaming in well-earned pride.
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Even holding hands seemed too impersonal to Jen as they made their way back. She slung her arm possessively around her charge’s slender shoulders and didn’t mind that his arm bumped into her hip with every second step. She quite liked it, in fact. For one, it let her feel his stiffening reaction entirely, when in front of her bedroom’s door they found their costumes hanging.
“I know, I know,” she anticipated, steering him right up to his spandex suit with the golden whiskers and cartoonish mouse ears. “Five days is a long time out of costume. But I betcha you’ll feel right at home again the moment it’s on.”
He grumbled some disagreement, but Jen knew better. She handed him his outfit, grabbed hers, and almost laughed when he tried to turn toward his room. “Ohh, no. You’re not leaving my side.” Opening her door, she steered him in.
Surprisingly, he seemed to panic as the big door thumped shut behind them. “Really? Still shy?” she asked, more amused than ever considering their intimate lap cuddling not thirty minutes ago. Surely this was no worse than that!
The room was as big as a cavern; he’d probably retreat to the far corner if he could. So she basically hemmed him in between her, the bed, and the nightstand — and, to make a point, she started peeling off her shirt right in front of him.
“J—J—What are you doing?”
Jen scoffed. “I wore a swimsuit all Tuesday night. How’s this any different?”
He had no response for her as she lifted her shirt the rest of the way. Boy, his eyes got wide, though. Which was especially silly, because what she wasn’t mentioning, of course, was he’d also glimpsed her stark naked just last night.
“Take off your shirt if you feel awkward,” she suggested. “To, like, make us even.”
No real surprise that he didn’t go for that. Rolling her eyes, she lifted his hands above his head and took his shirt off for him.
Cascades of frantic goosebumps coursed over Theo’s skin as his boss tossed his shirt aside. “See? No big deal.” With casual efficiency, she crouched and unlaced his shoes.
He had to stifle his gasp behind a cupped hand. Bountiful chest flesh quivered like Jello within the spacious cups of her black and silver bra. Yearning roiled through him, swelling his cock.
“Stay still,” Jen tutted, like a fussing mother undressing her son. One shoe came off, then the other, and then …
“I can do it!” he hissed, turning just as her hands reached for his belt, just before her eyes had a chance to spot his throbbing bulge.
Jen snorted. “OK, shy guy, suit yourself.” She didn’t make it easy on him though, propping her left boot on the bed next to him, then the right, as she took took them off. He could probably see glimpses of her shimmying out of her tight pants too, as he hunched and exposed his bony legs, wearing nothing but small briefs now as he fumbled to step into the spandex.
She grinned eagerly as, bit by bit, he transformed back into his truest and best self, his Mouse persona, almost more real to her now than his other one. She overruled his protests and helped zip him up, tucking the zipper away to leave near-seamless spandex, completing the effect.
Comments
Michael Witt
Glad you like it!
Sherlock
This is ultimate best part in this story..so far… she become so dotted tender with him like a proud mother…mothers are always comfortable naked with their teeny kids…..he wants badly to be her baby …sucking her milk…woah great character journeys for both …he should start getting kisses and smooches regularly from her like proud mommy
