
Looking back, it feels as though this was all inevitable from
the moment Missy moved to town. She came in with the seasonal
influx of oil workers and immediately made an impression. Back
then, she was just a skinny blond girl, tall for her age but
normal enough except for the eyes. It wasn't just that they
were uncommonly large. It wasn't even that they were a shade
of blue so vibrant it was hard to entirely believe they were real.
There was some hard to define intensity to her gaze that made
it feel as if you were falling into her when you made eye contact
with her.

I still remember the first time I met her. I was seven years old,
crouching behind the backstop of the baseball field to ambush
my brother Victor when she walked around the corner and looked
at me silently. I held my arm cocked back for a moment, but it
wilted under the force of her gaze. "Come. We're building a snowman."
She turned and flounced away, not making any move to check that I
was following.

Under her direction Victor, my friend Jerry and I worked to build
the snowman. At no point did she get her own mittens wet with snow,
but for some reason we didn't object to the strange bossy girl
ordering us to make a new snowball for the head since the first one
was too lumpy. As best I can tell, that's the way everyone reacts
to Missy

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"Yep, it's really coming down," my dad said, stepping back from the
curtains. "Son, I know you like ice sculpting, but we're leaving
tomorrow morning."

I knew Missy wouldn't like that. The giant mountain sculpture we were
working on still wasn't done. "Is it really that bad."

"I wouldn't be surprised if the road is closed for the season tomorrow.
With the storms the way they are we won't be flying out either. I really
wish we had gone south earlier." He had been rather insistent on that
point a few weeks ago, but Missy had taken him aside to explain how
important ice sculpting was to the whole club and how key I was to
the final product and he had relented. Missy could be very persuasive.
Even if she wasn't a 7 foot amazon I doubt if anyone would really be
able to tell her no.

"Yeah, might have been smart," I said, eyeing the window. Though I probably
should have been really worried, somehow I wasn't. The other girls in the
senior class had already headed south before the road closed, so it was just
the members of the ice sculpting club from the senior class who were in town. That
meant Missy and the nineteen boys in our class. Our digestive tracts were going
to go through a major shift in the next few months, making it so we could
no longer process normal food. Until we were about 20, we wouldn't even
be able to drink milk from the store, and our only source of milk would
be directly from a girl our age. With all the other girls gone
south, that would mean Missy.

That night, Missy featured prominently in my dreams. She towered over me
in real life, but in my dreams the size difference had been blown out
of proportion. I barely came up to her crotch as I walked behind her
overstretched yoga pants, enthralled by the rhythmic motion of her
massive ass swaying back and forth. Her huge breasts were clearly visible
from behind whenever I managed to look up past her tight waist.
The dream came apart and then came back together with her bending over
me looking concerned. Her blond hair hung down around us in a thick
curtain, blocking out the world. It felt as if I was spiraling falling
into her eyes. I blinked and she was still bending over me, but now
her bare breasts hung down over me. They were massive and swollen with
milk. She reached up and began slowly moving her nipple towards my
mouth. Just before she finished, the dream came apart like a cobweb breaking
over my face and I woke to find my sheets soaked with cum and
my dick hard as rock. I pulled out my phone and messaged her,
confessing that it had happened again. Missy had pinned me to the
wall and extracted the confession that I frequently had wet dreams
about her or masturbated to the thought of her, and demanded that
I let her know every time it happened. My text conversation with
her was mostly messages informing her that I had once again emptied
my balls with her fresh in my mind.

In the morning when I checked my phone, I saw that the road out of
town had been closed for the season. It was now inevitable that
I would have to share Missy's milk with eighteen other boys. With that
many of us competing for access to her tits I was sure to shrink.

When I got to school, Jerry told me Missy had called a meeting to
talk about the road closure in the music room. When we got there,
everyone was arranged around her as if she was a queen or something.
As always, Missy absolutely dominated the space. Missy towered above
us all by more than a foot, but even if she had been a more normal
height, her massive curves would have set her aside as uncommonly large.
She likely would have been pushing 200 pounds if she was an average
height for a girl, but pretty much all that extra weight was
concentrated in her bust, butt, and thighs. Scaled up to a 7'8" amazon,
it meant that her powerful thighs were thicker than my torso and
her beachball-sized breasts were big enough to completely swallow up
my head and neck.

She wore a pair of yoga pants so stretched out they were translucent
and a fuzzy white sweater that was equally strained by her massive
bust. Missy hadn't worn a bra in years as far as I knew, so her large
nipples made prominent dents in the sweater.

I joined the throng of boys gathered around the massive blond. She
was already talking, "we can get through this together. I know a lot
of you are probably worried, but I'm going to do my best to take
care of you."

"Won't we shrink?" someone asked.

"You'll probably all shrink a little, but hopefully not too much.
My boobs are pretty productive," she smiled, "and remember that
I'm going to grow a bit to make up for the fact that I'll be the
only one feeding you, so before long it should even out. Just
look on the bright side. If you guys shrink, it will just make
it seem like my boobs are even bigger."

Missy continued to reassure us and by the time we left the room,
I felt cure it would all be fine even though I probably should
have been really worried.

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Maybe the moment this all became inevitable was when it became
clear that Missy was a hyperfem. Hyperfems are getting rarer and
rarer these days as family sizes shrink. Some girls react to the
presence of lots of boys around them when growing up by going through
an enhanced puberty that makes them bigger, stronger, smarter, hornier,
and more voluptuous than normal women. Historically, most have come from
large families with lots of brothers, but they are less common in
the parts of the world where families have shrunk recently. Conversely,
the relative lack of hyperfems means that those girls who do become
hyperfems get a lot bigger than they used to. I understand it has
something to do with hyperfems releasing some sort of pheremone that
retards the growth of other women.

It was clear from the moment that Missy hit puberty that she was going
to be a well endowed girl, but by the time we entered high school she
was the bustiest girl in the school and maybe even the biggest in the
town. I distinctly remember the moment when it became obvious that she
was a hyperfem though. We were sitting in algebra class when she soaked
through her sweater. She wasn't at all embarrassed by it, and just got
up to go deal with it in the bathroom. She learned to control her
let down reflex pretty much perfectly after that, so there were no
more accidents but we were all very aware that Missy's massive mounds
were laden with milk from that point on. To start lactating so early
was a clear sign that she was a hyperfemme.

Missy had been the center around which our grade revolved socially before
this incident, but afterwards there was a clear shift. We hung on her
every word and competed to impress her. She could make any of the boys
do whatever she wanted just by asking. We were all madly in love with
her.

=============================================================================

I could feel my feet shifting around in my boots as I trudged towards the
little school building. I hadn't eaten anything at home of course, and the
intense cold always made hunger feel more acute. It was hard to think of
anything besides breakfast, and the anticipation of it had my dick straining
against the inside of my pants.

Everything looked strange as I entered the building and headed for the
senior class's homeroom where I knew Missy would be holding court. Just
a few months ago I had been average height, but now I was just barely
over 5 feet tall. It made me feel like I was in middle school again.
It was remarkable the difference a foot in height could make for how you
saw the world.

When I entered homeroom, Missy was sitting topless on Mrs. Patterson's desk
while Leo and Ron straddled each of her thighs and suckled from her bare
breasts. Her massive ass nearly filled the whole desktop, emphasizing the
way she had transcended ordinary human scale. Like me, they had both
shrunk considerably and combined with the fact that Missy had grown by
an astounding foot and a half in the last few months, it meant that her
massive thighs were twice as large as their scrawny torsos. She had
grown out of all of her yoga pants pretty quickly, so today she wore
a pair of daisy dukes made out of jeans that only existed because of
the obesity epidemic. She had cut them quite high so acres of her
creamy thighs were on display. Such skimpy clothes were unheard of
this far north in the winter, but Missy had always been the type
to wear a t-shirt in a blizzard and after her latest growth spurt
the cold hardly seemed to bother her at all.

"Hey George! Get in line quick, you don't want me to run out!" Missy
gave me a playful grin. With my 10 foot amazon of a classmate carrying
around 340 pounds of tit, there shouldn't have been any concern about
running out of milk, but Missy was still keeping us on tight rations.
In order to get a bit more of a growth spurt than usual, some girls
intentionally withheld milk from the guys they were feeding, but normally
the competition between girls kept this sort of thing in check.
Missy had us all to herself though, so we had no options besides taking
whatever she deigned to give us. I should have been mad about it, but
somehow knowing that by withholding milk the blond goddess before me
was making herself even bigger and sexier made me not mind as much.
I was just some guy, but Missy was Missy. She deserved to take whatever
she wanted, to make the world bend to her will. I walked over and
knelt on the hard floor next to the other boys who were patiently
waiting their turn for Missy to feed them.

Leo and Ron had to suck for a long time before Missy pulled them
off her udders and let them stumble away. Their trousers were
marred by obvious stains, and they were too delirious with the
milk high to do anything about it. Hyperfem milk induces a mild
feeling of bliss and made the men who drank it suggestible, and
Missy's milk was no exception. If anything, her milk was far more
potent than any description of hyperfem milk I had ever read.

"Andrew, Kory, come on," Missy snapped her fingers and my two
classmates eagerly jumped to their feet. They only had eyes for
her enormous udders as they eagerly climbed up into her lap.
She really did make them look like little kids as she wrapped
her hands around the back of their heads and pulled them forward
into the enveloping embrace of her milk-swollen tits. They latched
on immediately and began to suck with all they were worth. Missy
let out a contented sigh at their efforts. I knew they would only
be getting the barest trickle for their efforts as Missy doled
out just enough milk to keep them desperate for more. The longer
they sucked at her boobs while still hungry, the more her body
would exchange chemical signals with theirs that would tell
her to keep growing and them to keep shrinking. She wasn't even
trying to hide the way she was using us. Somehow that thought just
made precum start to leak out of my dick.

I had to kneel on the hard floor for hours while Missy worked her
way leisurely through the rest of the class. We should have been
attending first period already, but the teachers wouldn't complain.
It had looked like Mr. Knight was going to complain the first time
Missy lead us in late after a long drawn out breakfast for the senior
class, but any spine he had melted under the imperious regard of
Missy's big blue eyes.

"George, Mike," Missy snapped her fingers and went back to scrolling
through her ipad. I got to my feet eagerly, thought of anything beyond
the heavenly milk waiting for me fleeing as I scrambled up onto her
lap. Up close the size difference was even more obvious. If I got into
child's pose I would be of a size with a single one of her breasts. Her thigh
felt as broad as a horse's back beneath my legs as I scooted forward.
When she took my head in her hand and pulled me roughly forward, I
was reminded of the time she had palmed a basketball and then popped
it by squeezing last year. If she wanted to, she could pop my head
the same way.

Her milk, when it hit my tongue, was everything I had been anticipating.
The only problem was that there was not enough of it. I sucked desperately,
working to pull out the little trickle of milk she allowed me. My hungry
body was awash with hormones that pushed the shrinking process onward and
sent signals to Missy's body peddling the lie that despite the awesome
mass of her bosom, she needed to keep growing to have enough milk to
feed me. Despite my best efforts to avoid it, I came in my pants. The
orgasm would only heighten the chemical signals our bodies were exchanging.
The official recommendations were that couples should refrain from sexual
contact in the beginning, but girls who wanted to grow as large as possible,
which was most of them, tended to ignore that and look for ways to make
their men climax anyway. Missy had never had to resort to any sort of tricks
to force us to cum for her. Her utterly dominant aura and overwhelming sexuality
was enough to keep our balls perpetually drained while in her presence.

After I had been suckling far longer than I should have if I wanted to
avoid shrinking, but not nearly long enough to get a full belly, the
flow of milk shut off completely and Missy gently but firmly pulled me
off of her nipple. I slid to the floor and stumbled away, still too
overwhelmed by the experience to walk completely right. Missy called
another pair of guys up and I watched in a daze as she used them just
as ruthlessly as she had just used me.

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Missy had long take a proprietary attitude to the boys in my small
high school class. Our class had a pretty big gender imbalance, with
only 7 girls to 19 guys, but with Missy in the class it sometimes felt
like she was the only girl. I'm pretty sure the other girls hated her for
the way she sucked up all the attention from us boys, but it was hard to
tell since they were just as cowed by the amazonian blond as everyone
else.

Missy had all of us boys wrapped thoroughly around her finger, but she
seemed so unattainable out of reach that in sophomore year I asked Helen
out. 
