Hostile Takeover Ch3

The gate slammed shut behind him, with weight and finality that seemed to echo through the strings of fate, leaving him similarly shaking.

“Don’t worry, little one… Mrs Mitkos will take very good care of you.”

The giantess’ fingers curled through the bars as she stared after him, like a lion in a cage… only he was the one in the cage now. 

As he walked up the gravel path he heard every step grinding as his feet seemed almost to sink into the earth itself, as though nature itself were warning him, trying to hold him back. 

The closer he got to the front door, the larger it loomed in his view. Soon the dark oak was filling his vision, and he held his mittened hand uselessly in front of himself, wondering if he could even audibly knock. 

He was about to give it a go when the door clicked and swung open, revealing a woman who filled even the massive doorway to its brim. Daniel took a step back as he simply tried to drink in the vision of a woman who now dominated the space before him. 

She was like the other women of Galomitera he’d seen thus far, only moreso in every way. Somehow she was even larger than every woman he’d seen thus far. Thicker thighs, bigger breasts - if that were even possible - even taller and wider than the others. She truly towered above him, over him, her body simply another scale up again from what he could ever have thought possible, more than he could wrap his head around. Hell, he couldn’t have wrapped his arms around even one of her thighs. The sheer volume of space her body occupied was intimidating enough, one of her legs alone likely weighed more than his entire body. 

He couldn’t imagine where she got nylons to fit them, yet their ebony sheen was almost painted on, with every tiny contour of her colossal thighs and calves highlighted through them in minute detail. Daniel’s head barely reached her waist, especially not when he was practically cowering in her presence. 

Yet by far it was her breasts which occupied the most space, both physically and within his immediate thoughts. They were practically beach-ball sized, sagging just enough to show how effortlessly soft they no doubt were. God… just the thought of trying to heft one of her massive tits was enough to send a sympathetic pricle of sweat across his brow. The strain alone would have left him groaning, even if not for the utter sexual bliss such an endeavour would no doubt entail. The thought of even one, let alone both of those mountains of mammary weighing down atop him was more than his already fragile masculinity could handle, and he wilted at the thought. It was hard to feel any machismo in the face of such overwhelming femininity. 

Were she so inclined, she could have easily buried him from groin to neck under her absurd bosom. The sweat on his brow beaded at the thoughto of her doing so. Indeed, he couldn’t imagine how she ever kept them inside her sweater as the neckline plunged so dramatically… yt somehow that seemed to trigger some memory, buried under so much fog. Why did she seem so familiar to him? Why did the sight of her trigger so much… apprehension? 

They had never met before, as far as he knew… Hell, he was sure he would have remembered someone with a body as massive and stunning has hers. A burgundy business blouse and skimpy skirt was all that kept thpse incomprehensible curves in check. 

How could anyone be so huge? She was just… so big! In every way. It left him utterly speechless. Her body was so wide, and plump, that he was certain if he were laid across it at any point his hands and feet wouldn’t touch the ground. Every fiber of his male being was screaming at him to rush forwards and embrace her, bury his face in the pillowy womanly flesh on display before him… yet even if he had wanted to, he doubted he could have moved at all. Had he not been rooted to the spot, he likely wouldn’t have known which instinct to listen to… to run into her arms, or run for the hills. 

Put simply she was utterly massive. Her sheer girth overshadowed him, quite literally, as he was stood entirely within the shadow of her colossal form as she stepped out to greet him. 

Brown curls flowed down around her soft and sweet visage. Full rosy cheeks and a kindly face beamed down at him, as he beheld this woman for the first time. 

Still, she seemed familiar. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why… well, he couldn’t put his fingers on anything, he reminded himself, and irritably clenched his fists inside his infantilising mittens. 

Her smile simply grew as her eyes narrowed, thick pouty lips parting to reveal a toothy grin.

“Uhhh yes, h-hi. Mrs Mitkos?” He asked, wondering now at last if coming here may have been a mistake. 

“Ah, you must be Daniel…” She sighed, beaming down at him. 

He nodded, momentarily forgetting his situation as he held out a baby-blue mittened hand to shake hers. 

“Awwww, those mittens are so adorable on you!” She cooed, as if he’d been showing them off. 

He snatched his hand back and blushed deeply. 

“I’m so glad you made it, I had wondered if you would be able to find your way here. It must have been such a long journey for you…”

“Oh it, uh, it wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t that long to get here really.” Dimly he remembered enjoying the train journey for some reason, but couldn’t quite remember why. 

“Poor thing, I meant walking all the way here! Sandra should have carried you. Little ones are so weak on their own, oh, you must be exhausted.”

He chuckled, momentarily remembering the sight of dozens of beautiful busty women he’d been treated to that morning, no matter how condescending they had been. 

Indeed, maybe on some deep level, he might admit he had kind of enjoyed that too. Although he did hope she was joking about being carried. 

“Uh, no it was, it was fine. It’s a very nice to-”

That was as far as he got before Mrs Mitkos had her hands on him. Once again he was lifted into the air without his consent, only this time his face was pressed unceremoniously directly into her colossal bosom. 

He let out a muffled squeak of surprise before his entire world was engulfed in a knitted sweater and the sweltering breasts contained within. 

“Such a sweet little thing, no need to be brave for me, I know just how much you’ve suffered getting here but you don’t ever have to worry about anything ever again. I’ve made up a room just for you and I’m sure you’re going to love it here. Just let me take care of everything for you…”

When he was at last able to pull his head free of her chest, made all the more difficult by his hindering handwear, she was beaming down into his beet-red face and blew him a kiss. 

“M-Mrs Mitkos, I-” He began, before biting his tongue. 

This was his only chance, financially. He couldn’t afford to ruin it by upsetting her, no matter what. Whatever she wanted to do, whatever her odd proclivities, he’d just have to deal with it. If that meant she was going to treat him like a child like all the other women had thus far then so be it. 

“Th… thanks…” He mumbled, and tried not to meet her eye. 

“Awwww, what a polite boy… I do so love it when my boys are good. It makes me want to spoil them.”

She leaned in and he realised she was going for a kiss. At the last moment he was able to turn his head away, but her thick, wet lips latched onto his cheek and began their luscious assault on his ear, his neck and more. 

“P-please! Mrs Mitkos, we have, uhhh, there’s a lot we need to discuss first. About my business offer, remember?”

She laid one last audible kiss on him, groaning as she did so.

“MMMWAH!”

Seemingly satisfied with the cloying lipstick marks now coating the left side of his face, she rubbed her nose to his. 

“Ah but of course you sweet little thing. There is quite a lot we need to talk about with regards to your business arrangements. I’ve had quite a lot of ideas when it comes to some of your… assets.”

She licked her lips slowly, lasciviously, and he felt his stomach knot at her implications. 

“Y-y-yeah, um… do you, do you have somewhere we could sit and discuss it?”

“Why of course I do. I know exactly where I can put you, my little morsel…” She licked her lips again. “Mmmm, because I could just eat you up.”

Bashfully he could only stew in her words as she carried him through her home, merely tickling his nose dismissively when he asked to be put down. As they moved through her massive abode, the sheer scale of his situation - figuratively and literally - became obvious. It wasn’t just massive, it was practically a maze. After two turns he was already totally lost, and that was before they went upstairs. 

Alabaster and cream interiors mixed with deep 

All the while her colossal tits were jiggling against his face as she held him tightly to her body, and that was causing a far more immediate issue, as he was now utterly rock hard and struggling to keep his head straight. 

“Here we are…” Mrs Mitkos said sweetly. 

She moved around her elegant wooden desk, bespoke with velvet and intricate design, as she sat back in a truly monumental recliner and deposited him on her lap. 

“So Daniel, I’m so glad you accepted my offer.”

“Well I was intrigued,” he said, softly, trying not to appear rattled as he was now basically being treated like a child by this giant woman, sat atop her tree-trunk thick thigh more than six feet off the floor. 

“Mmmm, well we do have a few things to discuss first.”

Mrs Mitkos relaxed back in the plush leather seat and, casually, loosened the buttons of her blouse to expose ever more of her monumental cleavage to his sight, just inches from his face. 

Unable to take his eyes off her fingers as they worked the buttons, his mouth felt quite dry. 

“Y-yuh… uhm… well I did bring, uh, some paperwork to look at.” He corrected himself, sitting up as best he could. “But, well, after I woke from the train… uh…”

“Awww, what’s the matter? You didn’t lose your luggage, did you?” She asked, lips pouting as she nevertheless continued undoing her shirt, her massive breasts jiggling as the tension of each button snapped undone. 

“W-w-well, uh… I don’t know.” He admitted/

“Oh, my poor sweet thing, don’t feel bad… it’s only natural for little things like you to get confused. I’m amazed you did so well in getting here, it’s so much for such a cute little boy to keep track of. You were so brave travelling all this way by yourself…”

Setting his chagrin aside, he tried to focus past the way her fingers were now teasingly running up and down her soft, knitted neckline. 

“I can always have the paperwork forwarded on, as long as we’re both happy with the deal.”

“Oh, I can assure you, we are both going to be very happy from now on. I guarantee it.” She spoke luridly, biting her lip. “No need, though, I have all the documentation right here.”

She opened a drawer and removed a sheaf of paper files he recognised very well, as he had spent the better part of a day preparing them. 

“How - how did you get those? Do you have my suitcase?”

“I told you not to worry, didn’t I? I’ll be taking care of everything from now on. You won’t be needing your silly big boy clothes or papers, everything you need is right here...” 

She gently patted her chest, and he swallowed audibly, hoping she meant herself and not her breasts. 

“W-w-well, did you, uh… did you have a chance to look the contracts over?” He asked, hope renewed as he realised that he may in fact be able to leave sooner than he’d thought. 

“Why of course, I am very interested in your business, no matter how much it’s been struggling this last year. Such a shame, it seems like maybe running a company was a bit too much for a little boy like you…”

He winced at that. So she knew about his financial troubles, and that the business wasn’t doing as well as he’d tried to make out. Daniel wasn’t trying to rob her, it was a solid company, but he had also hoped to walk away from this table with enough money to retire on. Now, though, he wasn’t even sure he could walk away from it at all unless she helped him down from her massive chair.

“It’s, uh, yeah, not been the best year for my business admittedly. That’s why I’m eager to sell. I think with the right person in charge-”

“Oh, I agree Daniel. I think the best thing for you would be to have someone else in charge.” She said, meaningfully, pressing her fingers together atop her breasts and smiling at him. “However, I do think we may have to alter the deal a little.”

He sighed in defeat. This was precisely what he’d been afraid of. She was obviously far better informed than he had suspected. Still, it wasn’t the end of the world. If he could at least get something close to what he was asking he could at least live comfortably. 

“Well, uhhh… yes. I mean, that’s why we’re both here.” He smiled, trying to seem genuine. “To negotiate, right?”

“Oh yes, I’m sure we can both come to an agreement that will make us both very, very happy…”

He smiled, trying to feed into whatever it was she was thinking. 

“Well, Mrs Mitkos, I want to sell and I’m willing to take as long as it takes to find a deal we can both agree on. I want to retire. Whatever I walk out of here with is what I’ll be living on.”

“Awwww, you silly little thing… I guarantee you’ll be retiring today, and you’ll be living very comfortably.” At that, she pushed his paperwork off her desk, and it once again thudded as it hit the inside of her waste basket. “However, I’m afraid you won’t be walking out of here.”

He didn’t really process what she was saying at first, too stunned by her outright dismissal of his contract to even register the words. She however seemed unfazed by his reaction. 

“I took the liberty of drafting up a new deal. One I think is better suited to my needs, and which better takes into account your… current situation.”

She took out a very elaborate contract, printed on custom stationary, and pushed it onto the desk between them. He, however, had no chance of reaching it from there, let alone picking it up. 

“No need to get up, little thing. I would be more than happy to explain it to you. After all, I don’t think a little boy like you would enjoy reading such a long, boring document. So many complicated words, so many things you’d be agreeing to. Much better to just let Mommy tell you what it says and then you can agree to it.”

He was stunned by what she was suggesting. She expected him to just sign it without even reading it? And did she just call herself…

“Mommy?”

“Awwww, yes my sweet little boy, you should call me Mommy. In fact, it says so right here in this contract.”

She got up from her desk and stalked towards him, like a predator in the brush stalking its prey, and circled around to him. He suddenly realised just how alone he was with her, and how far he might have to go to get help… if, in fact, anybody in this town would listen. 

“You will sign over all your rights to me as sole owner and legal representative.”

“All rights to the company?” He asked, weakly. 

That was crazy. He’d hoped to retain a stake in the company for insurance, at least. 

“Oh, all those too, but we’ll get to that. When I said I wanted to buy everything from you, I was including you in that deal, sweet boy. I mean all of your rights. Power of attorney. All will totally belong to me. Mommy will own you in body and soul.”

He realised after a few seconds he hadn’t been breathing, and gasped for air as she got closer and closer to him with every step. 

“W-w-what? B-but… I’m just here to… sell my company.”

“Oh, but Daniel, that’s precisely what I want. Your company. I’m so very lonely here by myself, and I’ve always wanted a little one of my own… to keep me company.”

He leaned back  as far as he dared, trying to put a little more space between him and the crazy person Daniel now realised he was trapped in his house with despite being sat on her thighs. 

“I… I can’t…”

“Awwww, but of course you can. And you will. Because Mommy says so. And good boys always do as Mommy tells them…”

Her hands began to move around his shoulders, and he craned his neck back, but that only bought him a few seconds before her huge tits were all over him again. 

However, rather than smothering him, she merely turned him to have his back facing her as her. Yet as he tried to pull himself away from her, his slippery mittens near-useless against her soft body, she simply wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled him back into her bosomy hug. 

“Now now, don’t try to squirm away, be a good boy and sit still for me… while Mommy explains what your life will be like from now on.”

He felt a drop of sweat itching at his forehead as he realised just how in over his head - literally, as her massive tits now hung down nearly over his eyes - he truly was. 

“Mommy is going to adopt you as her own special little boy. She’ll take care of everything from now on. All you have to do is be my good little boy.”

Just sit here and listen to what this crazy woman has to say, he thought to himself. Do whatever she says and then you can just find an excuse to leave. 

“All you have to do is sign this contract, and Mommy will take care of the rest.”

He eyed the paperwork ominously. There was no way anything she was saying could be legally binding, surely, right? Maybe he should just sign it and then find a chance to leave later. 

Then again, he thought back to their correspondence. She had shown exemplary knowledge not only of financial but legal matters. He didn’t doubt for a moment that anything she had drafted would be airtight. No, he couldn’t sign it. That would be crazy. 

“Now Mommy will let you hold her pen, and she will hold your wrists like this.” She put the pen between his mittens, and held his arms up to the desk. “You just write your name on this line here, and Mommy will own you forever. Won’t that just be lovely?”

She giggled cutely at that, yet her arm squeezed him a little tighter to her in emphasis. 

“Uhhm, I… well, um…” he mumbled, trying to find the words, “I preprared, uh… my contract, I mean, the contract - our contract very carefully. I would need to look at this with my lawyer - I mean, I’m sure it’s all in order, but-”

“Awwww, such a silly boy… all he has to do is listen to his Mommy, and Mommy is telling him to sign the contract.” Her fingers began to gently rub across his chest and down to his stomach, and he suck his tummy in in shock at the electric feelings she was sending through him. He’d never told anyone but he was deathly, insanely ticklish. “Don’t you know, Daniel? Mommy always knows best.”

“R-r-right.” He mumbled, trying to appease her. “B-b-but… I just…”

“Awww, did Mommy not make it clear? Maybe my sweet little boy is confused…”

She began to trace her fingers across his nipples now, sending ticklish sensations roaring through him as he struggled to keep the pen pinned between his slippery mittens. 

“Let me explain it… Mommy will own you, and you will live here with me. Forever. I’ll do everything for you. You will want for nothing, because Mommy will give you everything you need. She’ll cuddle you, she’ll play with you… mmm, yes we’re going to play all the time. Mommy always wanted a little one, and now she has you, and I will never, ever, ever let you get away from me.”

Her fingers were now tracing up and down over his stomach and it was all he could do to keep quiet as he squirmed in her lap. 

“Awww, such an excited boy, do you love hearing what Mommy wants to do to you? It sounds like you want to be my good boy…”

He tugged his arms slightly, but her grip was like steel wrapped in silk. Fearfully, he looked up above him directly into her eyes, and her warm smile now seemed far more sinister. 

“Sign the contract like a good boy. If you don’t, well, then that would make you a bad boy.”

He panted anxiously, staring down at the mountain of paperwork beneath him, which for all he knew really did spell out the doom she had described. He couldn’t sign this, he wouldn’t! As she gently tickled his chest, though, he winced with the effort of holding the pen steady.

“Careful now, if you drop my pen, I’ll have to assume you don’t want to sign everything over to me-”

As she said that, the pen clattered to the paper below. He wasn’t sure whether he’d dropped it by mistake, or in defiance, but something about the change in her tone and body posture made him instantly regret his mistake. 

“Maybe Mommy’s good boy needs some… convincing.”

Her fingers began to curl in the air menacingly in front of him as, at last, her true intentions became clear. 

“Or maybe… maybe he’s not a good boy at all. Maybe he’s a bad boy…”

As her fingers slowly descended on his vulnerable body he scooted back against her to retreat from them, but in so doing simply trapped himself further as her massive breasts pressed in around his head from behind. While he was distracted by her hands she parted her thighs slightly, allowing him to sink in between them up to his waist before she closed them around him again. 

His own bodyweight made escape impossible now as all he could do was futilely paw at her massive thick thighs with his useless mittens, trying to lift himself out of her tight thigh-grip. 

“Uh uh uh,” she admonished, “only bad boys try to run away… and do you know what happens to bad boys?”

In pure primal terror, he shook his head, unable to take his eyes off her closing wiggling fingers. 

She leaned in over his head to look down at his trapped body before answering in a theatrical tone. 

“The tickle monster comes for them.”

He tried to stutter out an objection, but it was instantly lost as he screamed in pure unadulterated fear, before squealing in helpless laughter.

“NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Oh yes,” she replied, “bad girls and boys get tickled until they learn to be good.”

Her fingers honed in directly on his tummy, at first tracing circles over his extremely sensitive skin. 

“Mmmmm yes, such a tickly boy. I knew you would be extra ticklish, that’s why I knew you would be such a good boy for me…”

Her fingers now spread out and closed in as if her hands were full of dough, yet only her nails were tracing across his belly, as if trying to grab at him from too far away. The effect was utterly electric though as every time her nails closed with each other he would yelp in shock before laughing maniacally as her lazy assault continued. 

“Yes, so very very ticklish… you better be a good boy from now on, I don’t think a sweet ticklish little thing like you would last very long if the Tickle Monster really wanted to get you…”

“STOOOOHOHOOHOHP!” 

He begged and flailed his useless hands in front of himself, trying to stop her ticklish torments, but she easily wrapped one arm around him and held it beneath his, keeping them up and unable to provide even a moment’s respite. 

“But the Tickle Monster never stops, never ever until girls and boys are good, she tickles and tickles them until they can’t think of anything but how much it tickles, and how much they want to be good from now on so the tickle monster never ever comes for them again.”

With one hand, she fished into her cleavage, and pulled out a necklace which he began to recognise from somewhere… t

“Mommy knows you want to be a good boy, but you just don’t know it yet. Mommy will help you accept your new life, sweetie.”

With that, she pushed a small button, and the purple spiral on her necklace began to slowly rotate, hanging down from her massive pendulous breasts just in front of his eyes. 

In spite of the frenzied ticklish torment he was undergoing, he looked at the odd device fearfully. After all, this crazy woman could be capable of anything. Yet all it seemed to do was slowly spin, and the longer he looked, the less worried he felt. 

In fact, the longer he stared, the harder it became to think, or even look away… 

Then it hit him. Suddenly he remembered. The train ride, before he passed out… Mrs Mitkos had been there! She was the one who had… who had…

He blinked and, in that brief moment, forced his eyes shut. Something told him if he kept staring at that spiral he would never escape this place. 

“Awww, now now, good boys stare into the pretty spiral…” she tutted, and began to tickle under his chin with her other hand, while the one holding his arms at bay began to tickle under his armpit. 

“NNNNNNGH!” He groaned defiantly, but she simply continued to lazily stroke her fingers back and forth, eliciting awful ticklish sensations everywhere they went. 

Her finger-strokes were so casual, and yet had such a devastating effect on the poor boy trapped in the dip between her humongous thighs. 

“PLEEEHEHEHEHASE STOOHOHOHOP!” He coughed, desperately trying to force his trapped arms down, but it was utterly hopeless. 

“The sooner you be a good boy and do as Mommy says, the sooner the tickling will stop!” 

She announced cheerily, and began to torture him with renewed energy, evidently interpreting his begging as a sign of weakness she could use against him. 

“NOOOOHOHOHOHO!” He wept, tears streaming down his face now. 

“That’s it, just be Mommy’s good boy and tire yourself out. Once you’re nice and weak for me you’ll do whatever Mommy says… whatever Mommy wants.”

At hearing that, even blind, he went utterly berserk, trying with every ounce of his strength to break free from the pillowy prison of her breasts as they mockingly jiggled around his head. 

“Now now… Be Mommy’s good boy and look into the spiral… or the Tickle Monster might have to get… mmmm, more creative.”

With that, one of her hands began to gently rub up and down his inner thigh, in a way that was delirium-inducingly ticklish and yet… his cock couldn’t help but respond. Indeed, as she began to delicately trace his cock with a single fingertip, his brain began misinterpreting the mixed signals it was receiving. It couldn’t tell if her touches on his cock were ticklish or tantalising and so it simply informed them they were both. 

He threw his head from side to side in sheer mental defiance, unwilling to accept her terms, unwilling to accept his situation. Daniel simply would not give in…

However when she began to unbutton his pants he felt his willpower - already fraying - begin to crack. The temptation to open his eyes and look down at her hand on his cock was near overwhelming, even as her other hand was merrily dancing across his taut stomach and making his chest hurt with the forced mirth she was bringing out of him. 

Only as his cock sprung free, however, eager to betray its owner - or rather, its former owner - did his eye crack open, just for a moment. 

She was staring right down at him from above, and began to circle his sensitive nipple in a way that sent ticklish shivers through him. 

“That’s it, open up those pretty eyes for Mommy…”

Swooping in for the kill, she grasped his aching cock firmly in her grip and began to stroke it vigorously. Gasping in shock, his eyes bolted open, and in so doing sealed his fate. 

“There we go, such a good boy… now watch Mommy’s pretty spiral…”

The swirling purple colours made it harder and harder to think, harder than it already was with a twelve foot goddess tickling him senseless in her lap. The longer he stared, the more limp his body felt, and soon he was barely able to twitch and shiver as she mercilessly tickled his sensitive and much smaller body. 

Not that it lessened the tickling sensations at all. No, if anything he felt even more ticklish the longer he stared. Indeed, now he couldn’t even get the tiniest respite from her expert ministrations that his squirming had provided. Near motionless aside from the involuntary jerks and twitches of his body, as his mouth hung open slightly, he was utterly helpless; his mind a prisoner being forcibly subjected to her pitiless torture. 

“That’s it… you’re so ticklish… little boys and girls are just helpless to resist the Tickle Monster aren’t they? Oh it tickles so, so much that their little brains just can’t handle it. So weak and vulnerable… and all the Tickle Monster has to do is move her little fingers like this…”

She was now barely moving her fingers, all ten tickling across his tummy as she had opened his shirt and left his sensitive skin totally exposed. His cock meanwhile was thrumming with need, throbbing in the air desperate for attention, yet she seemed content to leave him hanging. 

“Why the Tickle Monster barely has to do anything at all to drive a cute little boy like you utterly out of his mind… why, she could do this for hours and hours without ever getting tired. And she will. The Tickle Monster never ever stops until boys and girls do what they’re told. Even if the Tickle Monster did get tired, she’d just take you to bed with her and tickle you until you passed out… and then in the morning she’d just start tickling you again.”

As if to emphasize her point, she began to gently push him down into her lap further, yet as she did so, her hand lifted his feet up. 

“Such a ticklish little boy… oh you really should have stayed away, now the Tickle Monster has you I don’t think she’ll ever let you go…”

“Pleeeehhehehehease…” he giggled, weakly, yet try as he might he just couldn’t take his eyes off of her hypnotic necklace. 

Indeed, as the necklace gently swayed, he found himself following it helplessly with his eyes, slowly lulling him deeper and deeper under her spell. 

“Awwww, it’s no use begging… the Tickle Monster is going to tickle you and you can’t get away... Such a naughty boy… but bad boys need to learn to be good.”

Ominously, she began to tug his shoes free. 

He panicked at that, and felt the last reserves of his will surging forth. He sluggishly tried to lift himself free of her thighs, the slippery mittens making it almost impossible as her thick fatty thighs pressed in around him, and yet he slowly began to creep up and out of her leggy prison. 

Yet she merely lifted her knitted sweater behind him, lifting it up and over his head, before dropping her breasts down atop him with such force he sank down into her lap totally under their weight as they enveloped his head down to the shoulders. 

“MMMMMFH!” He groaned in utter frustration and defeat. 

He couldn’t see the necklace anymore, but it didn’t matter. He fruitlessly pawed at the inside of her sweater which now held him tightly to her body down to his chest, barely able to push the material away from his body let alone try to free himself. 

“I think someone loves Mommy’s boobies… they’ll make sure you’re nice and warm…”

She giggled and squeezed her massive tits together around his head for a moment, making him see stars as his cock throbbed even harder. 

“But I think the Tickle Monster found something she loves even more…”

With that, she began to peel his socks down, one at a time, achingly slowly to drag out the suspense. Within her booby-trap, he began to breathe rapidly, desperately, and begged her sincerely now. 

“P-p-please! I’ll be a good boy! I promise! I’ll sign the contract I swear! You can have everything! I don’t care!” He squirmed desperately, yet she held him firmly between her thighs with ease, his feet now utterly helpless. “PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST DON’T TICKLE ME ANYMORE!”

“Oh my, that sounds much better! You’re already starting to sound like Mommy’s good boy… I think you’re ready to be my good little boy.”

She kissed the top of his head, poking out between her breasts, affectionately. 

“But I’m afraid the Tickle Monster isn’t satisfied.”

With that she unceremoniously tugged his socks free and, his feet now exposed and helpless, she began to rake her nails across his pale and sensitive peds. 

For a little while he simply stopped breathing altogether. His entire body froze under her assault. It was just so insanely ticklish that his body couldn’t process the stimulation all at once, and took a few moments to even comprehend the sheer overwhelming suffering it was now enduring. 

He heard, distantly, what sounded like a demon trying to escape from Hell itself. It took him a few moments more to realise that was the sound of his own screaming, barely audible over the hammering of his heart in his throat. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHA!” He screamed, utterly beside himself, achieving new heights of hysteria he had never even thought possible. 

Somewhere amidst the tickling he felt a hand on his cock again, lazily stroking up and down.

“Now are you ready to be a good boy?” She asked, but Daniel could barely hear her over the sound of his own demented, muffled screaming and through the thick mass of her bountiful breasts drowning him.

She continued, almost speaking to herself now… or rather, maybe talking to his traitorous cock, which was positively shivering with arousal. 

“Good boys do as Mommy says. Mommy says you should sign her contract and give ever everything you own. Sign over all your rights to her. Mommy knows best, so she should be in charge of you from now on, hm?”

Her fingers scrabbled madly across his soles at that, silencing an objection he was about to form. 

“Mmmmm, such a ticklish boy… oh I think he might go totally crazy if he doesn’t do what Mommy says soon, the Tickle Monster might just tickle and tickle until his little brain melts!”

All the while, though, her hand - slickened by his own arousal - continued its milking motions on his cock, encouraging him even as her assault on his feet was driving him to the brink of sanity. 

“Tickles and tickles for the ticklish little boy…”

As she tickled him senselessly, his squirms and wriggles translated into thrusts into her waiting hand as she slowly stroked his needy cock. Indeed, she giggled mercilessly when she discovered that she could stroke her fingers from the balls of his feet, along the arches and up to the pads over and over to make him thrust up into her hand against his will. 

“Such a naughty little boy, I bet he would do anything to get away from the Tickle Monster, hmmm?”

“YEEEHEHHEHEHES!”

As he was forced reflexively to fuck her hand through the ruthless tickling she was giving his feet, he truly meant it. He would give anything to stop the tickling now. Anything at all. 

“Awwww, but the Tickle Monster loves listening to your cute little laugh… and she loves how soft and sensitive these cute little feet are…”

She really dug her nails in then, making Daniel’s vision go white for a few moments as he laughed in total silence before screaming if possible even louder. 

“Oh and this lovely little belly of yours, so so ticklish for me…”

She ever so gently traced her fingertips across his stomach, heaving with the effort of having laughed for so long, and his tummy shuddered in abject rejection of any further tickling. 

“Such an awfully ticklish body, you’re so helpless… just give in to Mommy… do as Mommy says…”

He wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and never ever have anybody touch his body ever again… but she kept him easily taut and restrained between her thighs and breasts, and he was utterly exposed and vulnerable to whatever she wanted to do. 

“So sweet, so sensitive… such a ticklish little treat for the Tickle Monster! You better do as Mommy says if you want her to make the Tickle Monster go away…”

His cheeks ached from being forced to sport a rictus grin for so long. Yet mustering the last of his willpower, he swallowed hard, and tightened his throat - determined not to laugh. 

“Awwwww, suddenly so quiet… has my little boy decided to be good? Does he want to tell Mommy he’s ready to be her special little boy forever and ever and never ever leave?”

As she spoke, she wrapped her forefinger and thumb around the crown of his cockhead and slowly rotated them back and forth, all while her other hand tickled across his tummy down in the pit between her thighs furiously, obviously having determined it was one of his most ticklish spots. 

Yet… Daniel’s body shook with the effort, but he was resolute. He wasn’t going to laugh, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to give in to this crazy woman. She was obviously loving every second of his torture, so he was damned if he was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how easily she could make him melt under her touch. 

“Oh my… The Tickle Monster can’t hear anything anymore! Maybe the little boy got away… hmmmm…”

As she spoke, she groped around, squeezing his thighs, his tummy, his knees, as if searching for him. He choked on his barely contained laughter, but held.

“Oh, that would be such a shame… Why, if the ticklish little boy stopped giggling he must have disappeared!” She gasped in mock shock

Mrs Mitkos took her hands away from him then, and he sighed in relief, tears welling in his eyes from the exertion of having been forced to laugh for so long. 

However, his eyes widened in horror as she began to slowly spider-walk her fingers up his thighs and towards his cock. 

“I wonder where that naughty ticklish boy went…” She cooed, as her fingers got closer and closer. “I wonder where he could be… I wonder where all those giggles might be hiding…”

He whimpered slightly, and bit his lip to silence himself, but it was too late. 

“Oh? I think I heard something…” She gushed, relishing his imminent doom. “I think he might be hiding… in… HERE.”

One hand began to tickle his delicate testicles in their sensitive sack, as the other curled under the head of his cock like they were petting the neck of a kitten. 

Daniel’s eyes bugged out as his chest heaved, and he was sure he would burst as his extremely sensitive cock was subjected to a nightmarish tickling torture. 

“GHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” He exhaled forcefully, shuddering uncontrollably with the sheer effort of not laughing. 

“I think he wants to laugh for me… I think he wants to laugh for the Tickle Monster! Sensitive little girls and boys can never resist for long… The Tickle Monster ALWAYS breaks them in the end! Look how easy it is for the Tickle Monster to drive you absolutely crazy, all she has to do is wiggle her fingers a little and you just want to wiggle and scream!”

She moved all ten of her nails around the head of his cock and began to lightly trace them up and down his head, toying with his foreskin as she did so. 

“Laugh for me, laugh and giggle and scream, and accept that Mommy knows best. Give in to Mommy…”

Daniel could take no more. The human mind simply wasn’t designed to cope with such unimaginable torments. He almost thought he heard a glass shatter in his mind as, inevitably, he broke. 

“HAHAHHAHAHEHEHHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEAHHAHAHHAHAHH!” He screamed, and screamed. 

Any thoughts fled his mind in the face of such overwhelming ticklish suffering. Conscious thought simply couldn’t withstand the onslaught of sensations, the barrage of ticklish teases battering at his mind. 

“Awwww, I think he’s finally beginning to accept it. I do so love it when a little one first realises that there’s no hope left. You’ll never ever get away from me. It’s over now. Mommy has you and she’ll never ever let you go. And she is going to do this to you every single day for the rest of your life!”

She spelled out the sheer horrors which awaited him with such delighted tones that it brought tears to his eyes, adding to the streams of tears already soaking his cheeks as he was tickled to the brink of madness. 

“Just give in… Just give in to Mommy and she promises she’ll take care of you every day. You never have to worry about anything ever again. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Well after today my sweet little boy will never be thinking about anything but his Mommy, I guarantee it.”

He felt his cock throbbing deeply now, a familiar itch developing at the tip as he groaned amidst bouts of insane laughter. 

“Oh yes, such a good boy… that’s it, that’s Mommy’s good boy. You don’t need to sign our contract with a pen, sweetie. After all, Mommy could easily forge your signature if she needed to.”

Daniel blubbered mindlessly, awash in a sea of unbearable ticklish sensation. However, Mrs Mitkos seemed to finish his thought for him. 

“I want you to sign it a different way.” She cooed, and relented at last, grasping his cock firmly and stroking it relentlessly. “Mommy wants you to squirt right here on the dotted line and agree to everything she said.”

Daniel drooled in esctasy as after her lengthy cock-tickling her milking grip was so satisfying. 

“That’s it, such a good boy for Mommy… or you will be if you cum all over this page for me.” She lifted her thighs up as her other hand brought the document down, settling it atop her lap and just beneath his cock. 

“Now of course, Mommy could NEVER coerce her little boy into signing. No… that wouldn’t mean as much to Mommy. She wants you to give in. To surrender. To squirt your surrender all over her hands, and sign away your freedom.”

He panted in fear at her words, yet they seemed to clash with her actions. If she kept milking his cock like this she was going to force him to cum!

“Awwww, don’t worry little boy, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to… here.”

At that, she released his cock when he was right on the verge of orgasm, and it bobbed achingly close to climax in mid air as his hips jutted into the empty space, chasing the pleasure he had had just moments before. She released her grip on him for a moment, lifting him out of her thighs and upright, so that his knees were down between her thighs but his feet stuck out between her stomach and his butt. 

Once he stopped squirming at last, she placed her hand around the base of his cock, just above the contract and held his length firmly within it. 

“Now all Mommy’s little boy has to do if he wants to be her favourite little tickle toy forever is hump hump hump!” She squealed, obviously delighted at his predicament. 

What little fire of resistance still burned within him roared back to life. He refused to humiliate himself like that! He would not do what she wanted. All he had to do was not move. If he didn’t pull his hips back… no matter how amazing it would feel… and THRUST his cock into that slippery tickling hand… he wouldn’t cum. 

Whining, he felt his body break out into a sweat. Every inch of his body was itching with the burning desire to do just that. He was so close, so fucking close to what would undoubtedly be the single greatest orgasm of his life. 

“Now Mommy will just wait here and give her little boy the chance to be a good boy. All he has to do is not move and I that would tell her he doesn’t want to be her little tickle pet for the rest of his life!”

“Mmmmfgh!” 

He groaned with the effort of keeping his hips still. Every tiny movement of his body translated into tiny little slippery strokes of his cock, and he was breathtakingly close to cumming. 

“B-b-but - I don’t!” He whined, tears dripping from his cheeks. 

“Awwww, Mommy has heard many many little ones say that, but they never really mean it. They beg, they scream, they cry, but in the end they always do what their Mommies tell them. No, you little ones just love to pretend you don’t want to be tickled and fucked and milked to mind-blowing orgasms over and over and over… but in reality, Mommy always knows best.”

At those last worst, she squeezed her hand a little tighter around his cock, promising just how incredible it would feel for him to fuck away the last shreds of his dignity and freedom, and in the process also making it impossible for him to get soft.

“Go on… just thrust your little hips in the air for Mommy…”

He shook his head. Daniel knew this was his last chance. He had given into every single one of her childish torments thus far, fed into her maniacal dreams of dominating him at every step, and she had loved every second of it. 

Now though he absolutely would not give in. He steeled himself. All he had to do was stay still, no matter how tempting it was. He was on his knees with his feet in the air, and his body weight was forced forwards. He could just lay there, resting atop her hand, and as long as she didn’t move it he could do this no matter how long it took to convince her to let him go. 

He could do this. 

“Awwww, such a brave little boy… I bet you would stay like that forever, just to try to prove to Mommy what a big boy you are!” She spoke directly into his ear, her hot breath soaking his neck.

She reached over with her free hand and pulled a small alarm clock from her desk drawer, placing it in front of them both. 

“Tell you what. I’ll set this little timer for two minutes. If you don’t sign away your silly little freedom by squirting all your big boy hopes and dreams out onto the paper by then… I’ll tear this contract up and let you go.”

He panted in shock. Was she serious? How could he believe her?

“Y-you mean it?” He breathed. 

“Why of course. Mommy would never do anything her little one didn’t want… but if you sign this contract, that means Mommy owns you. That means Mommy knows best. It means she knew what you wanted all along… to be a sweet little boy, tickled and milked until he’s a giggling little mess without a care in the world. Trapped here with Mommy and all her friends… forever.”

He gritted his teeth. What choice did he have? 

“Okay.” He nodded. 

“Such a good boy…” She kissed his cheek. “Now all you have to do… is not cum your silly little brains out for two minutes.”

“Wait! You promise you won’t do anything, right!?” He stammered. 

“Mommy promises. Mommy won’t do anything to force her little boy to lose… it’ll be your choice if you squirt all over Mommy’s hand.”

He swallowed as she turned the dial… and it ticked, ticked, ticked. 

115 seconds left. 

He felt his chest tighten. This was it. He’d come so close to being trapped here forever but he could leave. 

“Such a stoic little boy you are. So stiff… especially down here…”

She gently squeezed his cock again, but even so, he didn’t give in. 

110 seconds. 

“You would be so much happier here. I guarantee it. In fact, no little one here is ever sad. Ever again.”

103 seconds. 

“We’ve lived in this town for so long, and we’ve kept so many little ones here over the centuries… and every single one of them has spent every moment of their lives giggling and screaming for us.”

92 seconds. 

“You’ll be just like them, Daniel, another giggling little boy among the dozens of others. We’ll have to give you a new name, too…”

81 seconds. 

“Oh, what about Danny! Such a cute name for such a cute little boy…”

76 seconds.

Daniel felt his body jolt a tiny bit at every tick, tick, tick of the timer, terrified at any moment that she would change the deal. 

“We’ll swaddle you in a cute little outfit. Something pastel and blue that says TICKLE ME or TICKLISH LITTLE BOY, just in case the other Mommies somehow didn’t know what a sensitive, ticklish little thing you are… but you’ll always be mine. Other Mommies will tickle you, and touch you, and fuck you, and suck you… but only Mommy will OWN you. Mommy’s good little boy. Forever.”

60 seconds. 

As the plastic dial performed one full circuit of the timer, he shivered in anticipation. He didn’t care what she said. He was going to make it, he could tell. Had she made it longer than two minutes, he might not have held out. Already he felt his ass clenching with the overwhelming desire to thrust and achieve the orgasm he so sorely desired… but he could hold out.

“Of course… that’s only if you’re a good boy.”

A chill went down Daniel’s spine.

“Because… you remember what happens to naughty boys.”

A squeak came out of him at that. 

50 seconds. 

“Bad boys and girls aren’t just tickled by their Mommies… no…”

He squirmed, and his cock trilled with delight at the momentary satisfaction. 

“Bad boys and girls need to be reminded that Mommy knows best. That Mommy is in charge. Mommy controls them. Owns them. Mind, body and soul…”

He swallowed. 

“What happens to bad boys… Daniel?”

Daniel whimpered, taking his eyes off the clock to look into those of the torturess inches from his face.

“Who do you think bad boys and girls learn to be afraid of?” 

He shook his head. He knew the answer, but didn’t want to accept it. 

“Tell me, my good little boy… tell me who comes for bad little boys and girls…”

Daniel’s lips were trembling along with the rest of his body. 

“That’s it… tell Mommy what happens to bad boys and girls who try to resist Mommy…”

Daniel’s lips mouthed the words silently. 

“Tell Mommy…” She cooed. 

Her lips were now pursed inches from his face, as her free hand rose into view in front of him - fingers wiggling slowly and menacingly. 

“T… Tickle Monster…” He breathed. 

“Such a good boy.”

Mrs Mitkos’ fingers descended on his exposed and vulnerable feet, held upright between her thighs behind his back, and instantly sent the boy into paroxysms of ticklish hell. 

“NOOOOHOHOOHOHOOOHOOHOHOOHOHOHOHO!”

All semblance of control abandoned his mind in an instant as he did everything in his power to get away from those insidious ticklish fingers which felt like they were softly and maliciously drilling straight into his feet, through his nerves and right into his brain to tickle his mind itself. 

“That’s it, cum for Mommy…” She cooed as his thighs inadverdently thrashed back and forth in her milking grip, spouting jets of precum across the fine paperwork and slickly dripping all over her lap. “Give Mommy all your cum… and everything else.”

Grinning evilly, she watched as poor Daniel fucked himself to his own doom, every bucking of his hips brining him closer and closer to defeat. 

“EHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHHAHAHA!” He bawled, wallowing in the sheer unfairness of it all. 

He watched through tear-stricken eyes as the clock ticked by. 

10… 9… 8…

“I think my good boy wants to cum!” She announced with finality, tightening her fingers like a vice so his slippery cock was subjected to the maximum milking pleasure. 

5… 4… 3…

With a bestial cry, growing louder each time between heaving breaths, Daniel felt his world grow dark as his body tightened and shuddered, before his cock erupted with the most forceful orgasm of his life. 

“Such a good, good boy for Mommy…” Mommy cooed into her good little boy’s ear. For that was what he was now, and that was who she was. 

A solid minute passed before he felt able to face the world again. 

“Nnnnghhh…” he moaned, eyes glazed with post-orgasmic haze, but sharpened in fear as he stared down at the desk. 

The contract was utterly tarnished with his surrender, and the timer… apparently he’d knocked it over with the sheer force of his ejaculation. There was no way to know if he had succeeded. Indeed, it didn’t seem to matter, or so her possessive clutching of his body seemed to suggest. He had lost, no matter what the timer said. 

“Now Mommy can keep her good little boy here forever.”

Her fingers slowly crawled down to his tummy, and as the poor boy heaved with exhaustion, she slowly began to trace her delicate fingertips across his taut skin once more.

“W-w-wait- hhehehehe…” He breathed, giggling between each breath. “That’s not faahahahahair!”

“Good boys do as Mommy says, remember? And right now, Mommy wants to tickle her precious little boy!”

He was right. It wasn’t fair; but it didn’t matter. He was Mommy’s little boy now.

And Mommy knows best.