Thetrophysizedhusband - Untitled

Who remembers this top?

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Busty Model Abbi Secraa ❤️❤️❤️

“Hard day at work, sweetie?” she cooed, effortlessly lifting her tiny husband from the floor, “Well, you don’t have to go back to that place any more now, do you?”  She planted a huge, smeary kiss on Sam’s forehead and hoisted him towards the couch.

His gaze dropped into her immense bosom as he pictured his life ahead. No…the office didn’t need him anymore. No one needed him anymore. Like all men, he was becoming…obsolete.

“I dressed up pretty for you, honey,” she continued, feeling his attention settling on her chest, “to celebrate our special night together, the start of our new life.” He was tense, she could tell. Tense, ashamed, belittled by all that had happened these past few months. “Here, let’s get you settled on the couch…” With that, she seated him gently and leaned, hands on knees, towards him. “Our new life together, Sam…” she said, trying not to smile too proudly as he gaped up at her, gawklng openly at her chest, “just you and me…in this house…forever…”

He was overwhelmed, clearly - he had been for weeks. But he’d tried to keep up appearances, as much of his old life as possible. Now, though, that time was gone. Now came the time when they no longer had to pretend. And he was plainly frightened.

She knelt down on the floor, to bring herself closer to his level, to mollify him. “Now, relax, honey…” she said, voice dropping intimately as she pulled his shoes from his little feet, “let your wife take care of you…”

A little whine escaped his lips as he watched her smile, tending to her husband with obvious relish, delicately undoing his pants, sliding them down to his knees. Dutifully she began undoing his tie, pulling it from him and dropping it aside to move on to the buttons of his shirt. She hummed and purred her approval as she drew his shirt away from his pale, sunken chest and watched him shudder in anticipation. 

“So, sweetie,” she asked innocently, hands drew up to release her mane of hair, “what do you want to do?” With a shake of her head, her long, raven locks cascaded behind her shoulders, and she fixed her husband with a look suddenly wanton and intense.

Again he whined as she placed one hand on each side of him, on the couch, effectively trapping him there. He felt small, caged, and he looked up at her. He watched as her gaze fell to his cock - erect already, huge and throbbing, awaiting her attentions.

She giggled, girlishly - knowing how he liked that, and how it would make her jiggle for him - and continued. “Well, how ‘bout we start with this…”

At that she lowered herself, slowly, onto his waiting lap, onto his already twitching shaft. Her overgrown breasts pinned his cock to his belly, up to his sternum, swallowing his hips, thighs, nearly his entire torso. 

“oh…god...” he moaned, the first words he’d uttered since walking in the door, cowed and timid. Though first goggling at the spectacle of seeing himself all but disappear into his wife’s cleavage, he soon closed his eyes and laid his head back to the couch, basking in her softness.

“Mmmm…you like that?” she purred, slowly starting to roll her giant breasts in waves over her husband’s shrunken form. He felt so small, so weak and fragile beneath her, and she was careful not to hurt him. He was lost already, she knew, and would come soon - the first time of many this evening - between her great breasts. She could be so gentle with him tonight, she thought, picturing taking him next in her lap, as she moved to plant another huge, warm kiss on his head…

original drawing by biggals —-> my background, filters, etc

As far as most jobs go, it was as straightforward as it gets. An aspiring model with bizarre measurements (surely there must’ve been a typo in the email...) asked for a beach setting with our largest bikini top and a Small bottom. Her manager met up with us prior to the shoot to get everything squared away. She mentioned that her client was shy, and would meet up with us after she got dressed. For what felt like forever, we waited with baited breath. When she walked over to us with an oversized towel, stood in place for our first shoot, and finally opened it up, we weren’t prepared for this.

Awesome 😍😍😍

From a series of renders entitled “Breast Worship”. More of this nonsense (including topless) available by subscription at my Patreon.

“You promised me if I sucked your cock and swallowed your cum my ass would get fatter! You call this fat? My cheeks haven’t even totally shredded my jeans! get your dick back down my throat and feed me another load! I want my ass to be huge!”