stevenbasic: “I’ve got what you need now, honey, shhhh….” she hushed him, a
stevenbasic: “I’ve got what you need now, honey, shhhh….” she hushed him, as she straddled him, on his lap, where he sat slumped on the couch, “just shhhhh…..” The virus had done this to him, had made him this needy, this weak in the will. It had planted this fixation, this obsession for large breasts in his brain. It was happening qll over the place, it was. Men everywhere - those that survived - now had an almost infantile need for the breast, and coupled with a crippling libido they found themselves less and less able to function as the days, weeks, months went on. They were becoming useless under the ever-more crushing weight of their needs. It was killing men, killing most of them in fact, but she was lucky enough to still have him. Lucky, too, now, now that she had been approved for - and just returned home from, just today - her treatment. Her breasts were huge, now, absolutely huge. Huge like the rest of her - her new legs, her new hips, her new thighs. Huge so she could make him happy, huge so that she could finally bring him peace. “There we go,” she cooed, as she sat on his lap and slid her hands behind his neck, cupping the head of her darling husband, “there we go…” With a fascinated excitement she watched him gibber, she watched him sink, she watched him crumble beneath her, now faced with the utter embodiment of this deep, alien neurosis. He could no longer speak, could barely think, now faced with breasts like this, breasts bigger than his head, and it made her smile now to know that she could satisfy him, finally, that she could give him what he needed… -- source link