I awoke with Tiffany towering over me. My eyes were seemingly covered in a grey film, but I could tell that it was her by the silhouette of her monster cock that protruded so obviously from her centre. Even now, the engorged tip of it was an inch from my nose. I inhaled its pungent odour. Tiffany's hands were on her hips in an impatient gesture. I had no idea how long she had been standing there.
"It's about time", she spoke plainly.
I rubbed my face to awaken from my slumber, my head full of fog. I couldn't remember much of what had happened since I had been first been taken captive on the island. From sometime ago, when our vessel had blown off course, I had washed up on a beachhead that I had assumed deserted. Earlier, I knew for certain, the amazons I discovered had captured, bound and drugged me. They had thrown me into some massive chamber filled with satin pillows.
This was not where I was now, and I had no idea how long I had been unconscious. I had vague, haunting recollections of earlier wakefulness, but I couldn't be sure they weren't dreams. For certain, I remembered this `Tiffany', a feminine creature some seven feet tall. She had been the master of the other large women that had found me. She had ordered them to take me prisoner and gag me, until she could decide exactly what to do with me.
The nature of these creatures was unclear to me at best, and I was in no state to give it complex thought. Tiffany, a person unlike any other I had met, was some sort of Amazonian sex goddess, female in all fashions except for a gargantuan penis that swayed between her long, tanned thighs. Below it was a truly gigantic pair of testes, hanging below like two softball-sized orbs, in a flesh sack that was covered in almost invisible, downy-soft light brown hairs. The cock was so incredible that I stared at it despite myself, and it had seemed to vary in size according to the subtle variations of her mood. Her big dick was underlined lightly with veins and other striations through the folds of its skin. From this close, I could see the cock pulsate ever so slightly with her heartbeat. It had to be a foot long if it was an inch, and so full and thick that a horse would be proud of it. And this was while it was flaccid!
The remainder of her body, seemingly always naked - she was barely clothed even now - was proportioned akin to a Greek goddess, with smooth supple skin and deep, feminine curves, accentuated by a bulbous, daringly firm pair of what I might of guessed to be F-cups. Bare for all to see, a pair of large and darkly pink nipples rose away from the flesh of those massive breasts. They were easily the size of quarters in diameter, and protruded a good inch from her areola. This creature was indeed an incredible sight to behold, as my eyes cleared.
"Where am I?", I asked, my voice very hoarse, as if I had a thick layer of mucus in my throat. I coughed once, trying to gather my voice. I leaned back on the floor to give a little room between myself and her immense cock.
My joints were sore.
"You are a trespasser on our island", she spoke, her voice not quite as thick as I remembered from our one brief encounter, "and now you cannot ever leave this place." Her tone was utterly genuine. I shook my head.
"What are you, crazy?", I said, "You had no right to attack me like that - I want my sailboat back and I demand to be set free." I was careful to be matter of fact. I wasn't looking to upset her - god knows I couldn't take her in a fight - but I had rights and she had infringed upon them. My diplomacy aside, she grew angry almost instantly.
"You are in a position to demand nothing, little man, and you will address me as Mother when you speak! I am your master now!", she bellowed. Her cock grew rigid and stood more erect as the harsh words escaped her. It stood upwards, almost mocking her posture, rising like a furious totem pole as she and it grew as one, crimson and heated.
"AND YOU ARE BUT A SLAVE!", she roared, somehow enraged to even be looking upon me. Her breasts heaved with her words, as her ungodly sex rod spiked upward to peak between them. All her muscles, penis included, flexed at once. Unsure, I must have been cowering. She gathered her composure and relaxed slightly.
"As you can see, you are not bound", she said. Though my wrists were aching from something earlier, I was indeed currently free. I was, though, entirely naked. I took my first real glimpse now at the chamber around me. It was not really a holding cell, but rather a plain room, perhaps ten by ten, with plush heavy carpeting. The entire floor was as soft as a bed. A few blankets were littered about, and several pillows of various sizes were scattered at random. Some sort of sleeping room, I thought.
"How long have I been here... Mother?.", I asked, now trying to be respectful.
"Nine weeks", she replied
"Nine weeks!", I spoke, incredulous, "I barely remember steeping off on to the beach, Mother."
"You have been under sedation while we have.... altered you", she said, without any real concern for what it meant to me. Now I could see the marks on my arms and neck. The bones of my face had been somehow changed and my jaw lengthened. My entire face was somehow different, but there was no mirror. I could fell odd lines where I had been cut and healed. My tongue and throat felt bizarre and alien. My entire body felt strange, and I felt a powerful, aching thirst welling in my throat. Everything felt different, desperate and dry. It was as if every cell of my body lurched with a primitive, unwavering clench that was begging to be released. It was like I had emerged from the desert, yet I did not crave for water. It was something else.
"What have you DONE to me?", I demanded. I was alive with self-awareness now. I felt the marks upon my neck and shoulders. I had been severely altered indeed, and in a way I couldn't imagine. My entire physiology was twisting with something amiss. I checked the rest of my body as Tiffany spoke. At least my dick was intact and seemingly untouched.
"I do not owe you an explanation, slave, but since you will need to nurse soon, I suppose I will indulge you."
For the moment, I did not ask about the `nursing'. Instead, I listened to her speak the words that would change my world forever. I noticed that her cock had begun to go flaccid with her calmness, reducing to a new 15 inch length, swinging like a pendulum between her muscular legs. The head of it was a fleshy pink tennis ball. My stare was fixed upon her body like I had been born to look at her.
"Over the past six weeks, you have been chemically and physically altered. We have performed the Binding Ritual upon you. It has been a long and involved, but I assure you, successful. As I said before, you can never leave this place. We do not have a dungeon or prison to hold you, nor do we have the resources to monitor the entire island. We have little use for men here, other than as slaves to do our bidding. You are now one of these slaves."
Her eyes were calm and knowing, dripping with truth. My own widening with fear and horror of what might follow.
"The Binding Ritual will assure that you never leave the island or stray far from my side", she said, "For we have deprived your body of the ability to produce the enzymes that allow you to absorb water, salt, and other nutrients."
I didn't believe her at first. I was in shock. It couldn't be true, I thought, but...my body showed possible evidence. I was certainly sceptical.
"And just how did you do that...Mother?", I asked.
" We genetically altered your cells and removed various glands", she explained to my horror, "We have transformed your DNA such that from now on, you will require a very complex and specific mixture of protein, enzymes and salt, every 12 hours, in order to survive. To complicate matters, we have tied your digestive needs to specific DNA strands from another persons bodily fluid. Therefore, it cannot be duplicated chemically. Without the accompanying DNA in the mixture, your body will reject it. Do you know what this means?"
"It means that this person will be my master, for without their DNA, I would die.", I said. She smiled, somehow impressed with my deduction. I could only stare at her meekly.
"Yes. I'm glad you catch on so quickly. The ingestion of these fluids we call "Nursing". You are probably already experiencing the manifestation of your need for your fluids right now. Over time, the Nursing becomes an addictive, psychological and physical need. The slave becomes overwhelmed with an undeniable urge to Nurse that supersedes his every thought. For the Mother, it can be pleasurable, like releasing a pressure."
I struggled to swallow, staring at those huge tits of hers, curious as to her biology.
"How long does it take to establish this addiction?", I asked quietly.
"About nine weeks."
"I see." My entire body was alive with a slow building fire that validated every word she said. I literally burned, from the pit of stomach outward. Suddenly, the visions of my previous wakefulness became clearer. Tiffany had been visiting me.
"A slave that has undergone the Binding Ritual becomes quite attached to his Mother, especially since that without regular Nursing, he cannot live. Later, as his addiction takes hold, he typically worships his Mother for the source of his continued existence."
"Dear God..." I whispered.
"I am your Goddess now.", she muttered.
Despite the melodrama, I realized then that I would be forever bound to this sexual monstrosity. I felt a strange sensation, staring at her breasts. I was mystified that they were functional and I wondered how they kept themselves in a state of perpetual lactation The thought of taking in her milk was not entirely repulsive, at least.
"Now then," Tiffany said, the tone of her voice thickening, "you are smart enough to know what it means to be Bound. Now, consciously, you will experience it for the first time." Absently, she touched the tip of her man-meat in a gesture I didn't understand.
"Am I to suckle from your breasts now, Mother?", I asked timidly, now feeling desperate for it. That is when I nearly feinted. Tiffany slowly moved her long fingers down her stomach, tiptoeing past her belly button and embraced her gigantic cock. She curled up her tiny mouth into a pert smile as she hoisted it demonstratively.
"Oh, my slave", she laughed, "you suckle from here."
"NO!!!!!!", I screamed.
She merely smiled even more calmly. She held up the massive balls for me to gaze on as she approached where I was knelling in fearful desperation.
"Your future is within my flesh", she spoke almost lovingly, her gargantuan testes and the swelling meat they fed now thrust in my face. Firmly, she kneaded them with all ten fingers. It was as if she was somehow stimulating them.
"We have biologically engineered it such that my ejaculate is THE solitary source. Only my semen contains the exact chemistry for the sustenance you require. You will be forever bound to my cum. It will be your life blood. You must Nurse from my cock every 12 hours or you will perish." Her words were pure and emotionless.
"From your last Nursing it has been almost exactly 12 hours. I know that you feel your need rising. I can see it in your eyes."
Certainly, I could not deny what she said. I felt the desire, the heat swelling in my innards, raging. I was a rising tide of molten lava, aching to taste the swath of the volcano. I needed it somehow, despite every sensibility. My throat was as dry as beach sand. My intestines were clasped in an infernal need for the fluid of this Amazonian sperm goddess. Simply, the need was taking over from the inside out. I resented it with every ounce of my consciousness, and I desired to fight it. Now in my most fraught moment, I knew what she had explained was entirely true, and I was losing my will, just as she knew I would.
"I won't!", I hissed through my teeth, clutching at my own shoulders.
"Yes, you will...", she said.
Slowly she began to stroke her meaty cock into a stiff, arrow-straight erection.
"Your physical changes have been made to ...accommodate me.", she told me, using both hands to work her cock in smooth caresses. It nearly convulsed with a naked lustful energy, like it had a will of its own. It stood fully erect, fuller and thicker than I thought imaginable, perhaps a foot and a half long and round like a beer bottle. It was purple and crimson like some fleshy fuck snake. Oddly, absurdly, I desired it.
Her weighty balls began to literally swell, and I heard them actually GURGLE with thick fluids moving within her. Her breath began to labour as subtly, her excitement began to grow. In my weakness, I stared at her. I caught myself nearly touching her massive member, but still I resisted.
"I am your Mother - from me you will feed", she nearly chanted, working herself up into a bizarre moment that was absolutely sexual yet empty of passion. Instead she was somehow entirely maternal.
"Touch me", she said, firmly.
"No...", I barely spoke.
"In moments, you will beg to finish me. You will ache to swallow every ounce of me." She wielded power in her words.
I couldn't even speak. Almost unconsciously, I reached out, despite all I had ever known, and touched Mother Tiffany's ungodly, unthinkable she-cock. I felt the fervent, radiant heat from it. I felt the unbelievable weight of it. I could feel a tingling, pulsing fury building from the base of it, and I knew that deep within her was the newfound source of my entire existence. Without this cock, and the heavy load of semen it would no doubt deliver, I knew I could no longer live, and she was aware of it. She looked down at me and nodded gently, whispering.
"Nurse."
Tentatively, strangely, I did. The head of it slipped into my altered jaw and throat. I could feel the changes they had made. I had been altered to fit Mother Tiffany's massive cock. Torturously slow, her thick love-sausage eventually, inch by inch, disappeared within me to a depth I would have thought impossible. As I inhaled, held my breath and contorted, I could feel her cockhead fill every inch of my throat, and push against the opening of my stomach.
My lower teeth slipped down, the flesh of my cheeks giving way, my newly expanded epiglottis swelling to take in nearly the whole of her cock-flesh. Mother Tiffany swayed her hips gently, lowering herself into my waiting hole, fucking my tongue, fucking my throat, fucking my mouth slowly like some divine sex matron. And I took it, desperate for every inch I could swallow. I could barely breathe. I didn't need to. I had my entire existence, a baton of wondrous life-bestowing flesh inserted down my hole.
"That's a good boy", Mother Tiffany cooed, stroking the back of my hair. Her moves were soft and caring, tenderly teaching me to Nurse.
"Take it all in. Yes, my baby. Suck and know the love of my penis", she breathed. With deliberate strokes her hard cock moved in and out of my enhanced orifice. I could sense a change in her as her entire body began to stiffen and quietly quiver. She was building to the act that would spew continued life into my mouth. Back and forth she gently moved, unrushed and at peace.
"Yes, my slave." she encouraged, as I sucked and sucked and sucked, anxious to complete the act. Mother Tiffany merely stopped moving, wholly in control of every millisecond of the Nursing act. On we went for what seemed like forever, my tongue now alive with the scent of her heavy cock. The taste of her sweet musk had become the entirety of my awareness. It was exactly what she wanted.
"The moment of my climax will be all you ever live for. You will exist solely for this moment and be defined by it", she spoke. I knew it to be true. Finally, mercifully, Mother Tiffany moaned once, and nearly withdrew, poising her cockhead just on my lips.
"Now...", she said almost matter-of-factly, "Take your medicine!"
Her penis between her two hands, she exploded into my mouth with a gush that felt like someone had thrown a pail of cum into my face. It oozed over my lips as I devoured as much as I could in my reckless hunger. Heavy gob after heavy gob of her hot spew hit my tongue, and I swallowed desperately. She bucked and nearly moaned, but barely seemed pleasured by her expression.
Instead, she merely stroked her cock, keeping it carefully aimed as more and more and More and MORE of her salty, musky spunk disappeared down my anxious throat. I was filling up.
"Yes...take it all, my boy slave", she encouraged me. Her orgasmic spurts of jism then assumed a steady flow akin to the stream from a hose, whereupon she slid into me fully, depositing the last of her torrential load directly into my stomach, until I thought I might burst. With one final sucking sound, she withdrew from my mouth and I collapsed in an exhausted heap. Seeing that I was satiated, Mother Tiffany merely turned on her heel and went to exit.
"I will return for you to Nurse again", was all she said, and her naked form disappeared.