
If Peter had better evidence, he would have pressed to get this
latest perpetrator put away for life. There had been a few scattered
reports of absorption since the milk virus swept the world a few
decades ago, but it was exceedingly rare. Only 3% of women's bodies had
the necessary equipment to absorb a man, and very few of those who did
have the ability ever used it. It was only possible to absorb a man
who had been subject to extreme milk deprivation, so it usually only
happened in very poor and ill-connected communities. When it happened
in a rich country, it was almost always murder and almost always within
a domestic relationship.

Very occasionally, however, a woman like Tessa Holmes came along. Tessa
was accused of kidnapping and absorbing 3 men, and Peter was sure that she
had consumed many more. She did a pretty good job of making sure that there
was nothing which could link her to the disappearances of the men she hunted.
The only connection between Tessa and two of the victims was that they had
gone to her nightclub a few days before their disappearance. If they went to
trial the judge would laugh those accusations out of court. The only real
weight to Peter's case was the combination of the cell phone photos of Tessa
and Tommy White together the two nights before he disappeared, and the fact that
his car had phoned home to a Tesla server with GPS coordinates inside Tessa's
estate a few hours after his friend last saw him.

Peter had been sure that it wasn't going to be enough. Tessa was rich enough
that she could hire a pack of lawyers who would tear the flimsy evidence to
shreds. Instead of doing the sensible thing, however, she had decided
to represent herself. Peter figured he could scare her into taking a plea
bargain that would put her away for longer than might otherwise have been
possible.


The door to his office opened up and the largest woman Peter had ever seen
in real life came through the door. Peter had known Tessa was big, but seeing
it in person really brought the point home. Her head entered the room first,
and he was at once struck by the beauty of her face, and the way her head seemed
to be of an entirely different scale. She was not a large woman, but a small
giantess. Massive grey-green eyes focused on him with a shocking intensity.
He could see the whites of her eyes on all sides of her massive irises, and he
realized that they would have been extraordinarily luminous if Tessa were
ordinarily sized, but in her expanded skull they were nearly the size of his
palm. Her lips were very red, but as Peter looked at them he realized that
she was not actually wearing any makeup. Somehow her lips were just naturally
that bright, sexually provocative color. Combined with her pale skin, her
ruby lips and hypnotic eyes were reminiscent of a vampire. "Are you Peter
Nadir?" She asked.

"Y-yes." He said, immediately feeling angry at himself for showing a sign of
weakness to this monster. "Come in, and I'll tell you what the government is
ready to offer you. I should warn you that this will be your final chance to
accept a deal."

She actually seemed to smirk at that, "Oh my. That sounds serious. Let me
come all the way in first."

Her bare arms entered the room first, each the size of one of Peter's legs.
Despite their size, her arms were elegant and he was struck by
the shape of them against the walls. She pressed her palms against the
walls as she brought her torso into the room. She was tall enough that she
had to bend down deeply to get her head under the door jam. Fortunately for
her, the old courthouse had high ceilings, but if Peter had to guess he would
say that she had to remain perpetually crouched in a good number of buildings.
Peter tried to keep his gaze on her beautiful face, but as focused as he was,
he still saw the yawning depths of her cleavage as the largest breasts he had
ever seen entered the room.

Tessa's heavy breasts hung down below her torso like massive udders, jiggling
and shaking as she moved. They were so large that the sides of the door frame
notably compressed her bosom, causing even more cleavage to spill out of the
confines of her low cut black dress. Peter hadn't seen much of the dress just
yet, as only a few inches of fabric just below her neckline and the straps
were really visible at this angle. It was enough to tell that it was black and
lacy, but not much more than that. Despite himself, he began to grow hard
at sight of the giantess's abundance. She probably had enough milk in those
breasts to feed 30 men. Tessa's forward progress slowed briefly as her wide
hips made contact with the door frame, but she pushed through and then
straightened up.

Peter's gaze followed Tessa's cleavage up, and up, and up. He felt the natural
submissiveness that everyone felt around very busty women. Of course he had felt
it before. His boss, the district attorney, wore a 36E-cup and Peter definitely
had a harder time imagining standing up to her than he had with any previous
bosses, but the lizard-brain submissiveness he felt towards her had taken
weeks to build up. In high school, Anna O'Connor had joined the debate team
and gotten elected captain as a sophomore despite Peter being a senior and
having more experience largely due to the way she was stretching out an G-cup.
At the time Anna's casual dominance of the debate team, and indeed the whole
school had felt lightning fast, but it had still taken time for her to establish
her hold. Now, he could already feel the impact of Tessa's figure on his mind.

To try to fight against his baser urges, Peter tried to remind himself that
Tessa's three victims were trapped in the very same breasts which were speaking
so powerfully to his most primitive self. Science had proven that absorbed men
don't actually die when they get consumed by a woman's breasts. Instead, their
minds live on within the flesh of her bosom, delirious with lust, fear, and
reverence all directed at the woman who consumed them. Of course, given the size
of Tessa's bosom she must surely have more than just the three men she was
accused of consuming trapped in there. To his shame, Peter found that the idea
of a dozen or more men trapped forever in Tessa's boobs turned him on. It was
perverse, but he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to get
sucked into the breasts of the busty criminal to join her chorus of victims.

Peter's gaze was redirected away from Tessa's pale cleavage when she turned
around to close the door. In order to do so, she bent over at the waist, her
long legs straight as pillars. The motion put her ass on perfect display, and
Peter saw that it was every bit as impressive as her bosom. The black dress,
which would have been a tent on any other woman, was only just long enough to
avoid giving Peter a glimpse of the curvaceous criminal's panties. Peter
felt tiny, as he realized that if he were to stand up, the top of his head
would be shorter than the top of her rump. Each one of her massive, powerful
looking legs was nearly as big as he was. He saw that she was wearing some
big rubber-soled high heeled boots, but the eight inches that gave her only
did a little to explain how her legs seemed to go on and on forever. She was
wearing black fishnet stockings, and it lent her outfit an aggressive feel.

The door closed with a click and Tessa turned around, "So, councilor,
tell me what I'm looking at." She commanded.

"W-well. Umm. You are. That is. The state accuses you of three counts of
kidnapping and three counts of murder in the first degree. Given the-"

"Do you have a better chair than this?" Tessa interrupted him, grabbing
one of the normal sized chairs set in front of Peter's desk and waiving
with around as if it was a paperweight.

"C-could you please be careful." He said.

"There's no way I can fit in this. Get me something better." She demanded.

"I don't know if-"

"Come on. This is a public institution isn't it? You should have better service
for the public." She said haughtily.

"I-I'll go check." Peter said and got up from his desk, feeling that things were
already going off the rails. The giant goth was still standing close enough to
the door that he had to push his body between her ass and the wall. She didn't
resist, but neither did she move out of the way and it took all of Peter's
strength to make headway against her casual indifference.


"I'm sorry, I couldn't find anything big enough." He said, coming back into the
room five minutes later.

Tessa was standing with her weight on one leg and her arms crossed under her
massive breasts. Her impatience was palpable, "Typical." Was her only comment.

"Let's just get back to discussing the charges." He said.

Tessa rolled her eyes. "So you're saying that I kidnapped some dudes and then
absorbed them against their will?"

"Well, yeah basically." Peter said.

"Obviously, that's ridiculous." She replied.

Peter was feeling the overwhelming urge to submit and obey rise up. If this
was the response that Tessa inspired in everyone, no wonder she felt so free
to be rude. "It's not-"

"I could never kidnap anyone." Tessa cut him off, "Do you know why?" She
asked, bending over so that her face loomed close over his. Peter was
pinned in place by her captivating eyes.

"W-Why?" He stammered.

"Well, because whoever meets me wants to be where I am. Especially hungry
men." She said, sliding her hands slowly over the taught flesh of her
breasts and squeezing them together suggestively. Peter watched in fascination
at way Tessa's pale breasts got squashed together and bulged obscenely out of
the meager confines of her lacy dress. "Can you understand why?"

"Yes." Peter whispered reverently. *My god, her breasts are the most perfect
thing I've ever seen.* He thought to himself.

"Then tell me why." Tessa demanded, "Explain how I make hungry men feel."

"Y-you make them feel hungry." He said dumbly.

Tessa laughed derisively, "Well obviously. Why do you think that is?" She
stepped closer, forcing Peter to slide back against the wall in order to
avoid having his head enfolded in her advancing cleavage.

"Y-your b-breasts. Oh god, your p-perfect breasts." He said. The heat of
her body could be felt against his face, and her fragrance was overwhelming
him.

Tessa smirked. She recognized the moment a man was broken well. Ever since
she grew out of a D-cup early on in high school, she had been able to
dominate the boys and men around her. By the time she graduated and was
spilling out of her 34J-cups, women and girls were nearly as easy to control.
Her natural voluptuousness had gotten a significant boost after she had
shacked up with her sugar-daddy boyfriend early on during her freshman year
of college, and used her charms to prevent him from wanting to go elsewhere to
get milk as she began depriving him of enough to jump start the process of
absorption.  Within a few weeks, her boyfriend had become nothing more than
the echo of a mind trapped in her now basketball sized breasts and she had
stood 6'6".  It was a wonder she hadn't been caught, but he had been very
secretive about their affair in order to hide it from his wife and he
ended up just being listed as a missing person. After the transformation,
Tessa had found the other students quite easy to dominate and control through
the strength of her swollen bosom. Her hypnotic power had grown with her bosom
yet again when she absorbed another student over winter break, this time
being more careful to ensure there was no trail of evidence. As she had
blossomed from busty girl reveling in her innate talent for domination into
a skillful predator, the effect she had on people had reached an incredible
level. Now the busty goth could quite easily and effortlessly bring a man
like Peter to heel.

"That's right. No man would want to be away from these perfect breasts."
Tessa said with a chuckle. "I mean you wouldn't, would you?"

"N-no."

"Well then. I guess we can agree that I didn't kidnap anyone, so
that clears that up, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yeah." He said. Of course it made sense. Tessa made so much sense.

"Now let's move on to the 'murder'." She said, making scare quotes with
her fingers in the air and grinning as if it was all a big joke.

"Do you really think *I* would murder someone?" She asked. "I can tell you
that such a thought has never crossed *my* mind."

"W-well-"

"I mean look at me." She cut him off before he could regain any independent
thought. "Really look at me." She straitened up and slowly twirled around
so that he could do just that, drinking in every outrageous curve of her body.
She finally swung back around to re-assume her position leaning in towards him
with her breasts dangling inches from his face. Tessa's titanic tits wobbled
and jiggled for several full seconds before coming to a stop after that motion.
Peter gulped. "Do you *really* think I would murder someone?" She asked again.

"N-no." He stammered. Of course the owner of those perfect breasts wouldn't
do something like that.

"And even if a man did get accidentally absorbed into my chest, don't you
think that it would make him happy?" She asked.

Peter imagined what it would be like to be a little scrap of consciousness
trapped in one of Tessa tits, unable to move except when her breasts jiggled,
unable to experience a mental state meaningfully different from the blend of
lust, fear and adoration that he felt now. It sounded wonderful. "Yeah."

"Yeah what?" She asked, reveling in the way her body had turned this agent of
the law in a submissive little pet so effortlessly.

"Yeah they would be happy to become part of your breasts." He said.

"Imagine them Peter, of course there are no men in my breasts, but imagine if
there were." She stepped forward once more, pressing the silky pale skin of
her bosom against his face, trapping it in the crevasse of her cleavage.
"Imagine them trapped in my boobs, unable to move. What would they say if they
could talk?" she demanded in a gloating voice, "I think I know what they would
say. I think they would say 'Thank you, Tessa. Thank you for sucking our
worthless bodies into your glorious breasts. Thank you for making us something
better than we were. Thank you for allowing us to serve you forever and ever.'"

Peter groaned, he could imagine himself saying something similar to the massive
goth who was so effortlessly tearing his will to shreds with her femininity if
she sucked him up into her bosom.

"I want to make sure we are understanding each other Petey," She said,
standing back up. "I know the best way to do that." She slid her arms
through the straps of her dress and pushed it down around her waist,
revealing a massive black lace demi-cup which she unhooked from the
front. Despite their incredible size, her breasts were spectacularly
perky. As her large pink nipples were revealed, Peter felt the last of his
defenses crumble.

Tessa leaned down once more to insert one of her nipples into Peter's
mouth. When she allowed a dribble of milk to leave her bosom, he was shocked
at how creamy and rich it was. He had never tasted a woman's milk with this
much flavor and richness. As the first swallow traveled down his throat,
he felt as though he was getting remade. His world re-oriented to become
solely focused on Tessa. Somehow he knew that there would be no recovering
from this. Up until he drank her milk, he might have recovered from her
onslaught, but now it was all over. His lips adhered to her skin with a
strange force as he drank. When he finally became full and pulled back,
his clothes were loose around his body.

Tessa looked down at Peter with satisfaction. Recently, she had learned how
to steal mass from a man while he nursed without even starving him first.
"Now, councilor, will you agree to drop all the charges?"

"Y-Yeah." Peter said.

"Good." Tessa purred. "And you'll be sure to let me know if you hear anything
about me that I should be aware of, right?"

"Of c-course Tessa."

"I think you had better call me Ms. Holmes from now on." She said. It was best
not to get to casual with the help.

"What are the names of the officers who lead the investigation into me? I need
to have a chat with them." She continued in a businesslike tone.

Peter supplied the information, then watched as Ms. Holmes' magnificent ass went
swaying out of the room.
