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Husbands Humiliation
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster
them. And compare that to the nothing I used to have! I tried to weigh one on the scale but I couldn't figure out the mechanics of the whole thing. I guess they weighed a few pounds though. It took a B cup bra to contain them - and even then they were straining to spring free. Unfortunately, all this fat pressing against the skin was causing my nipples to stretch! The big part had gone from the size of a nickel to a half dollar and the nipple itself from the size of a pencil lead to a pea. I hoped that would reversed itself too when the fat left my chest again! In addition to size, all this fat was extremely sensitive. Any time someone touch my breasts, I felt an electric charge shoot down my spine and my whole body was instantly turned on. There was no quicker way to cause an erection than to fondle my breasts! Even Mistress' hand on my penis did not bring it to full erection as quickly as a light touch on one of my breasts! Sometimes I couldn't get hard without involving my breasts! This wasn't so bad though. I kind of enjoyed having these sexual toys on my chest - they made up for my shrinking penis (which I finally attributed to tight panties!). In the meantime, my waist kept shrinking. I couldn't understand that. How could my breasts grow if my waist shrank? Mistress controlled my diet and I ate a good deal - I wasn't starving - so I shouldn't have lost too much weight if any. But I lost a lot of weight. So if I lost weight, how could I grow so round? How could I grow ... so big in some areas and simultaneously lose mass? All the weight I lost in my muscles in my arms and legs and chest must have turned to fat and spread to my chest, hips and rear. I must have looked ridiculous! Strangely, my feet seemed to change as well. I don't mean that they shrank or grew or anything, but wearing high heels day after day after day slowly accustomed my feet to the angle. Soon I literally couldn't walk without them. Can you believe that? I could take a few steps, but then my feet would start to hurt and I would need to rise back up onto my tiptoes. The first time I actually got my hands on some flat shoes (they belonged to Barbara), I took only a couple of steps before I actually needed to pull my feet out of the shoes just so that I could stand on my toes to end the pain! This got worse as the days passed. Heaven help me when my shoes prevented me from getting back up on my toes - like the wingtips. The worst punishment Mistress inflicted on me was to make me switch to those damn wingtips! Low heeled shoes weren't too comfortable either, but they weren't as bad flats. Of all the changes, this seemed the most ominous because it made my escape much more difficult - how could I run away in pumps? I guess the real question is how I could let this happen to me? Why didn't I kick off the heels the moment I was alone and walk flat-footed all day? To tell the truth, the thought just never occurred to me! At first I wore them all the time because I needed to work ...