
"I'm here." I texted Lilly Black, the landlord for the apartment
I was hoping to rent. The address she had sent me to looked more
like a mansion than an apartment building, but I assumed she had
split up the interior into a bunch of different units.

"Great. b there soon." Was the reply.

I was a little shocked when the door I was standing in front of swung
open and a short red-haired woman smiled up at me. She looked around
my age, though she obviously took care of herself. I've always had
a weakness for red heads, so my pulse picked up a bit at the sight
of her bright curls.

"Come in!" She said, and reached up to cup the back of my neck with
her delicate hand. I was more than a foot taller than her, so she
had to reach up pretty far. I was so surprised at the action that
I let her bend me over. She drew me down to her bosom, which looked
fantastic in a push-up bra and a low cut black v-neck. She was probably
a C-cup, but her heroic undergarments made her look like a double D.
It was a little weird, but I wasn't going to complain. My face
made contact with her warm breasts, and I burrowed deeper into
her cleavage. Her breasts grew around me, creeping up over my
face to engulf my head. I tried to pull back, but it felt like I
was trying to pull my foot out of tick mud. I made little progress,
and as soon as I stopped pulling, her bosom surged up to engulf
my shoulders. I was struggling in earnest now, but her breasts
continued to swell, covering more and more of my thrashing body.
"You're a fighter, huh?" She giggled as her breasts flowed over
my chest, pinning my arms to my sides. "Shhhh, don't struggle,
just come to mama." She said, stroking my kicking legs. Her
hand had become huge, large enough to completely wrap around my
legs. Had she grown or had I shrunk? In one last surge, her
breasts flowed up over my legs, and then I was completely
sandwiched between her warm breasts.

My heart slowed, and I stopped struggling. I could move a little,
but the bosom which pressed in on my from all sides kept me in
place. My clothes seemed to have disappeared, so her warm flesh
was pressed against every inch of my skin. The pressure was
overwhelming. I should have been crushed.  I should have
suffocated. Somehow neither of these things happened.
To my shame, I found I was as hard as I had ever been. I had never
imagined a situation like this one, but now that I was here I found
it an incredible turn on. I came the, involuntarily spurting my
seed against the hot walls of her breasts, which seemed to drink
my emissions almost immediately.

I don't know exactly how long I remained like that, but eventually
she reached down and pulled me out. As I left the warm dark depths
of her bosom, my clothes returned from who knows where. I stood
on weak knees in front of her, filled with with warring shame and
desire. She smirked at me, "Let me know when you want to move in."

I don't remember what I said then, but I stumbled back out of the
mansion and into my car, resolved never to go back there again.

That night my dreams were filled with visions of Lilly. Her tight
body and playful blue eyes competed with the dark chasm between her
breasts for my attention. I yearned to return to the hot pressure
between her breasts.

When I woke I had trouble getting the disquieting dreams out of
my head. Memories of my time between Lilly's breasts kept
cropping up at work, leaving me aroused and frustrated.

The dreams were even worse the next night. I dreamt that she was
a pirate captain, and I was an officer in the royal navy. She
visited me in my cell, taunting me with her body, slowly eating
away at my mind with her red hair and dark cleavage. Eventually
she broke me, forcing me to lick her boots. Once she was
satisfied that she had thoroughly completed her domination,
she shrunk me down to the size of a grape and crushed me
to death between her breasts. I woke up in soaked sheets.

I was useless at work that day, unable to think of anything
but the delicious crushing pressure of her breasts.

When I got home, I picked up the phone.

"Hi Ron!" Lilly sounded smug. "You want to make that deposit."

I gulped. What was I about to do. "Y-yeah." I said.

She laughed, "I knew you couldn't resist!"

Half and hour later I was at her door. "Come in! Come in!" She said,
this time stepping back and ushering me into her house. She lead
me to the dining room table, where she had a lease laid out for
me to sign. She wanted the first and last month's rent up front
as well as a security deposit.

"So, uhh, where can I put my stuff?" I asked.

She smiled, "I can fit your things in here as well." She patted
her bosom. Today she was wearing a low cut tank-top and another
push-up bra. I kept shooting glances at her bosom as we talked.
She wasn't the biggest woman I had ever seen, but after my
recent experiences her chest was filled with authority.

"And how can I use my things? I couldn't move very much in
there." I asked.

"You won't need anything when you are in your new apartment.
On your way out you can choose which clothes you want to wear."

I clicked the pen nervously. Every alarm bell in my body was
going off, but I was also rock hard. A part of me wanted to
run screaming from the house, but the larger part of me wanted
to sink to my knees and crawl towards her feet, begging for
the right to kiss them. Instead, I just signed the paper.

"Great!" She smiled at me. "I bet you'll be wanting to move
right in." She grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face
into her bosom. This time I did not struggle as her bosom
climbed up my body. I was surrounded by hot breast flesh,
pressing in on my from all sides, unable to move more than
an inch in any direction. I felt my balls pulse as I once
again came into her overwhelming bosom.

I moved all my stuff out of my house the next day. I wasn't
yet divorced, but at this point things were heading in that
direction. I can't imagine that the knowledge of my new
landlady would have changed my wife's views on our relationship.
Fortunately, neither my wife nor I was interested
in a long messy divorce process, so we had agreed to go our
own separate ways without getting the courts involved. We
didn't have kids, and both had careers, which helped.

I showed up at Lilly's house with a rented UHaul truck full
of my stuff. She came out and just hopped up into the back
of the truck. She popped a few buttons on her red fitted
button down shirt and started bringing things up to her
bosom. As an object approached, it would shrink down and
fly into the crack between her breasts. She had no more trouble
fitting a couch in there than she did with a little knick-knack.

"You must not need a purse, huh?" I asked.

She smiled at me, "Not usually, no. I bet I'd make a good burglar too.
No one would ever be able to find stolen merchandise on me."

I nodded, "You'll have to stick to stealing hearts."

She looked at me, "That was probably the corniest thing I've
heard all year."

When I got back from returning the truck, I was hoping to go
right back to my new "apartment", but Lilly had different
ideas. She opened the door in a set of skimpy green lingerie
and a pair of bright red pumps. She grabbed my collar and dragged
me upstairs with her. I had always had good luck with the ladies;
in fact that had had something to do with the way my marriage
had so recently ended. It appeared that my new landlady
was not immune to my charms.

"Holy shit." I breathed when she threw me back onto her queen
sized bed. She looked really good for a woman in her mid forties.
She obviously kept in shape, and her tight tummy was nearly as alluring
as her pert breasts.

She ripped my pants off my leg and settled her hips atop mine.
"What would you give to be inside me?" She breathed in my ear.

"Anything." I gasped, thrusting up against her through the thin
silk of her panties.

She grinned and rubbed her body up and down my own ever
so slowly, obviously getting off on how it made me shudder.
I hadn't wanted a woman this badly even when I was a teenager.
At 43, I had never expected to feel this raging desire again.
She slipped her panties off, pressing her chest into mine in
order to get the leverage to do so. As I felt the warm wetness
of her lower lips ease over the tip of my dick she breathed
"Don't cum without permission." and nibbled my right ear.
I had been about to do just that, I realized. I felt no less
desire, but somehow her command kept my balls in check. I
hadn't had this little control even when I lost my virginity.
Why did I need her command to keep me in check? How could her
command even do so?

She dropped her hips down further, easing my dick another
inch into herself. Her lips opened in a soft gasp as she
did so. "You're a big one, aren't you?" She asked rhetorically.
I had been blessed with a 9 inch dick, and Lilly looked
greedily down at it before thrusting her hips down and
fully engulfing me. She rode me through a chain of orgasms
made evident by sudden gasps and moans brought on when
I bucked up into her. It took her nearly an hour to
grow tired of my body, but eventually she leaned down
and gave me permission to cum. I did so immediately, loosing
track of time for a moment while I did. My balls were still
pulsing faintly when she shoved my head into her bosom
and sucked me in.

I woke the next morning when Lilly pulled me out of
her bosom and tossed me casually on the bed before
straddling my face. I licked and sucked like my life
depended on it, and before long my new landlady was
gasping violently, one hand pressed against he head
of be bed while her hips ground down into me.

Afterwards, she showered off then came back into
the bedroom, "Okay. I'll just give you a key, and you
should be good to go."

"A key? I don't see a lock?" I said looking at her
cleavage in confusion.

She smiled at me. "Well it would be a pain to take
care of moving you in and out all the time, so I'll
give you a key to let you do it. I'm going to need
a lock of your hair and about a pint of your blood."

"W-what?" I said. "That sounds really scary."

"Well," She said with a saccharine grin, "You could always
look for some other place to live."

I gulped. What had I gotten myself into? She clearly knew
exactly how addictive her breasts were. If I was willing to
move into a place where I was held in some sort of sexual
trance and unable to do much else while home, what wouldn't
she be able to do to me? "Oh-okay."

"Great!" she grabbed my collar and dragged me behind her
to towards the kitchen. She could have just demanded I
follow her, but she seemed to enjoy the way the strength
left my body when she pushed me around. "Oh, and Ron?
Start wearing ties. They make good leashes."

"Ummm, ok,"

"Say, 'Yes, Mistress Lilly.'"

"Y-yes Mistress Lilly,"

She grinned.

When we got to the kitchen, she shoved me down onto a wooden
chair and cut some of my hair with some scissors, then pulled
a blank key out of a draw. "I wasn't serious about the blood,
just wanted to see if you'd agree." She wrapped the hair around
the key and then dropped it in between her boobs. She pressed
her breasts together and then withdrew the key a moment later.
The hair was gone, but the key had changed in appearance. It's
hard to describe but there was a strange visual effect when it
moved, a sort of afterimage that seemed to be lightly blown
in some slight breeze. She handed it to me.

"So, ummm, how do I use it?"

"Just hold onto it and think about my-" she didn't even finish
before the space around me warped and I once again found within
the infinite confines of Lilly's cleavage. A moment later, she
hauled me out and threw me onto the floor of her kitchen. "Rude."
She shoved me back onto my back with her foot and dug her heel into
my chest, "listen when I'm talking."

"S-sorry Mistress," I managed, a note of pain in my voice.

"Good, you learn fast," she smiled down at me, "as I was saying,
hold the key and think about what it is like to be in my cleavage.
When you want to leave, just visualize going back to where you
started."

"O-ok,"

"Well, go on then, you're not renting my house, what are you still
doing here?"

I gripped the key and once more disappeared into her cleavage.

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Over the next few months my life took on a strange new rhythm.
My commute from work disappeared since all I had to do to go home
was reach into my pocket and take hold of my key. After work, I would
return immediately to Lilly's cleavage. Often, I remained there until
it was time to return to work. Somehow, I always knew when that was,
though I'm not sure how. Other times though, Lilly would pull me out
of her cleavage and have her way with me or demand that I perform
chores for her. Usually, the chores she chose were fairly normal,
but sometimes she would do something like demand I get down on all
fours so she could use me as a chair or footrest. I found myself
powerless to resist any demand from her.

One day, she yanked me out of her cleavage, "hey Ron, I've got a
task for you."

"What is it Mistress Lilly?"

"I want to take on another tenant, and I don't have space with all your
shit in storage." This was a surprise to me since I thought her cleavage
was pretty much infinite.

"I'm sorry Mistress Lilly,"

"Sell it."

"Um, umm, all of it?"

"Yeah. Anything you can't sell, throw away. You can use my computer to list
it on ebay or whatever."

"Yes, Mistress Lilly." I hastened to begin the task she had set me.

It took me about a month to sell everything and identify the stuff that I
would have to throw out. By the time I finished, Lilly had already found
a new tenant. I never saw them because Lilly never took us out at the same
time, but Lilly told me about them.

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"Why can't Finn be as good a tenant as you?" Lilly asked as she crossed her
feet on my back while she lay back on her couch.

"Why is he bad Mistress?"

"He doesn't pay nearly as much rent as you," she had told me to change how
my paychecks were distributed so that they would go directly into her account,
and it sounded like she had done the same to her other tenant. "And it's
taking him forever to sell his stuff. He keeps trying to get a good price,
but I just want it gone. You were good at that. I'm going to have you take
over for him."

"Yes, Mistress Lilly,"

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"Finn, you're way behind on your rent!" Lilly snapped at the short blond man
she had just yanked out of her cleavage.

"S-sorry Mistress, I'll get your rent. I'm working triple shifts."

"You owe me 30 thousand dollars!" How high had she raised his rent? He hadn't
even lived in her cleavage for half a year yet.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I've given you all my savings-"

"Excuses!" She hauled him to his feet then shoved his face into her cleavage,
"I'm evicting you." His face sank into her hungry cleavage, but it happened
a lot slower than usual. At first, Finn was passive, but pretty soon he began
to struggle. Lilly seemed to be enjoying herself. She bit her lip and let a
hand drop to slide under the waistband of her jeans while his head got pulled
all the way in. Finn's hands gripped her shoulders and shoved mightily, but
it was useless. He kept getting pulled in slowly but surely. At a certain point,
her engulfing boobs trapped his arms by his side and his struggles became much
less effective. She looked over and made eye contact with me as his hips
were swallowed up and his flailing legs got forced together. After that it
was like sucking up a strand of spaghetti and Finn disappeared without a
trace. Well, may not entirely without a trace.

In the aftermath of Finn's disappearance, Lilly looked magnified. She looked
a little bit taller and her curves had become more pronounced. She'd been
a C-cup before, but by my estimate she had gained about a cup size, and her
butt was similarly a little bit expanded.

"W-what did you do to him?"

"Evicted him of course. Go start advertising for two new tenants for me.
Set the price low, I can always raise it later."

*Jesus, did she just eat him with her boobs?* I thought to myself. It was
terrifying, but for some reason my dick was rock hard. I hastened to follow
her latest command.

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I found a couple of new tenants for Lilly pretty quickly by offering them
low prices. I never really saw them in person, but within a few days of them
moving in she had me selling their stuff. Handling all of Lilly's business
tasks as well as the domestic tasks she used me for had me pretty tired, but
of course I loved doing it for my landlady. I think she tried her new tenants
out and found them wanting, because after a brief dip in how often she hauled
me out of her cleavage to shove my head between her legs or ride me, she started
pulling me out more than ever.

It was after one of these abrupt trysts that I realized that she had once again
grown a little larger. Lilly had always been an attractive woman, but everything
about her had gotten subtlety prettier. When I had first met her, she had looked
like the woman in her mid forties that she was, but now if I didn't know better
I would place her in her mid to late thirties. Her red hair had grown a bit brighter
and her eyes, which had been a pale almost watery blue had brightened. Of course,
my attention was most drawn to her expanded chest. She was definitely bustier than
she had been the last time she had taken me out. It looked like she had gained
another cup size or so.

"Why are you staring at me?" she demanded.

"S-sorry, Mistress, it's just that you've grown even more beautiful," I hated
the cringing flattery in my voice, but somehow I couldn't behave any other way
around Lilly.

"Mmmm, yes, I had to evict Liam. He was way behind on his rent. You'll have
to advertise for two more tenants. At least evicting him gave me some more
space so I can try to earn back what he owes me. Actually, why don't look
for four new tenants. Dave is falling behind on his payments as well." She
had recently demanded all of my life savings, so I suspected this meant that
she had completely financially drained both of her other tenants. For the
moment, she had set my monthly rent to exactly what I got paid, but if she
decided to raise it a cent more, she could evict me at any point.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded and got to work on her computer putting up the new
listings.

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