The Abatement of Kyle Trinter, Chapter 20 (Patreon)

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Chapter 20

Laura felt her heart clench in her chest when Martha looked up from the grotesque ritual of breastfeeding Kyle, staring through her living room window and across the street, seemingly directly at Laura herself.   

‘It can’t be…’ Laura thought, keeping her binoculars trained on Martha, even as she fought the urge to immediately drive away.  She knew that such an obvious retreat would have given herself away completely.  ‘There’s just no way…no way that she can know I’m watching her.  I’m literally across the street – like, a few hundred feet away – she couldn’t possibly see me from this distance.’

And yet, for several long, heart-thumping moments, it seemed to Laura that Martha really was staring directly at her.  After what felt like an eternity, Martha finally averted her face back down to Kyle, who was desperately clutching at Martha’s enormous creamy breasts that were spilled all over his overpowered, defeated little body.  Laura felt her stomach churn in disgust as she watched Martha’s huge, black-clawed hand cup the back of Kyle’s head, encouraging him to drink more and more of her milk as a stream of it began to spill down his chin.  

‘She was just looking out the window,’ Laura told herself reassuringly, even as she was struggling to process the bizarre and disgusting scene unfolding in Martha’s living room, ‘She wasn’t looking at ME specifically…she was just…just looking out in general.  She has no idea I’ve been watching this whole time.’

Even as she sought to take refuge in these reassurances, Laura could find very little to feel happy about.  She had just witnessed one of the most demeaning, debasing displays of dominance that she could have ever imagined, with Martha turning the tables on Kyle after his week of “training” and completely, utterly breaking his spirit.  The way Kyle had screamed and cried under her superior strength, and the way that he had been reduced to a trembling, blubbering little waif of a person in a matter of minutes…it literally made Laura sick to her stomach.  And she knew that if she could have heard the exact words that Martha had been whispering in Kyle’s ear, it would have made it ten times more sickening.

‘So now she’s treating him like her “baby” again,’ Laura thought, watching through her binoculars as Martha lifted Kyle up from her breast, draped him across her huge shoulder, and proceeded to “burp” him as his dwarfed body was wracked by humiliated (or even worse…appreciative) sobs, ‘She’s totally broken him down and now it’s about to get so much worse for him.  God, I need to think of something…some way to save him.  Otherwise he’ll be too far gone.  She wants to make him her permanent baby, and…and I’m not gonna let that happen.’

But while Laura continued to stake out Martha’s house in the coming days, trying desperately to come up with some rescue scheme that didn’t involve the cops, Kyle began to live out the next phase of his new life under Martha’s power.  He no longer yearned for the day when he would be independent, back at his job, and living on his own.  Gone were his dreams of escape; gone were his thoughts about Laura, about his parents, about his freedom.  Martha had completely crushed all of that out of him, and now, he lived only for her, as her little baby.  His mind had truly been shattered this time, and it had splintered all the worse because Martha had systematically, cruelly built him up, only to then bring him down again, lower than he had ever been.  

The main difference was that, unlike before, Kyle was now a totally willing submissive.  Martha’s complete physical dominance had combined with her methodical mental control to craft the perfect little “sub,” and Kyle melted into the role without a hint of resistance.  Every morning began with the same ritual – he would awake in his crib, his eyes gradually opening as his little body reeled from the sexual exhaustions of the previous evening.  When he came to, there was always the same thing waiting for him, above the crib: Martha’s bare ass.  Kyle knew what was expected of him, and would struggle to his feet as quickly as he could so that he could plant two kisses on her ass, one on each cheek.

“Thank you, Mistress!” he would always say, perfectly obeying Martha’s rule that he was always to refer to her as “Mistress” only, “Thank you so much for allowing me to be your little sub…and for taking care of me…and feeding me…and dressing me…and letting me cum when you feel like it.”

“Mmmmm and what do you need me for, little girl?” Martha would coo down at him, glancing over her shoulder as he crouched down, spread his arms, and engulfed her huge ass in a hug.  Standing at an insane 7’1 in her ferocious platform heels (which she wore around constantly now), Martha was a full 21 inches taller than him, so that, when he stood up straight, Kyle’s eyes were even with the top of her fleshy stomach.  All he had to do was crouch slightly in his floor-height crib, and he could give Martha’s gigantic ass a full-body hug.  Even with his arms spread to their fullest extent, her ass was still wider.

“I need you because I’m just a tiny little girl who can’t look after herself,” Kyle would answer, no longer even bothering to hide the fact that his voice had become higher pitched now that his mind had broken, “I can’t function in the world…I can’t have a job…I can’t feed or clothe myself…if I was left out alone, the world would eat me alive.”

“Awwww, but you’ve got your big Mistress to protect you,” Martha would purr, sweeping her huge arm down to whisk him off his feet, as effortlessly as if he had weighed nothing at all.

“Y-Yes…I do!” Kyle would reply, often becoming emotional as he choked up, the grateful tears beginning to flow, “Th-thank you…Thank you so much, Mistress!”

“Tell me what you love about me, sweetheart,” Martha would inevitably continue, wiping away his appreciative tears with a long finger as she went over to sit down in her favorite armchair, cradling him in one massive arm.

“I…I love Mistress’s huge b-breasts!” Kyle always cried, staring down at the monstrous mammary squished up against his little body.  His nose had become especially attuned to the scent of her warm milk, and, in the mornings, the hungry rumble of his tummy seemed to sharpen his olfactory senses even further.  Every time he took a breath close to her breasts, he could feel his eyes starting to roll back as the synapses in his brain crackled away like fireworks, his mind alive to the promise of that rich, warm, creamy goodness bubbling away in those enormous, perfect breasts.

“What about them, sweetie?” Martha would ask, palming the back of his head as she lovingly drew her fingers through his hair, “Be specific.”

“Th-they’re so big and…and warm,” Kyle replied, always some version of the same idea, “And they make me feel so s-small and tiny, b-but…b-but…”

“Buuuuuut?” Martha nodded gently, smiling as she helped him through the routine.

“But i-it’s okay because…because I AM so small and tiny,” Kyle stammered eagerly.  Sometimes he would struggle to get the words out, partially because he was so hungry for her morning milk, and partially because he was always just so overwhelmed by her dominant presence.  In the past, he would stutter out of fear…but now he stuttered out of total devotion.  

“Yesssss you are, my little sweet pea,” Martha chuckled, her huge hand going down his naked body (exempting his diaper, of course), wrapping around his little shoulder and making it disappear completely as she gave it an affectionate shake, “So small, so tiny…suuuuch a frail, helpless little girl who needs her Mistress to feed her some nice, rich, creeeeeeammy milk.”

“Nnnggghhh y-yessss!” Kyle whined, his body beginning to shake and spasm a little as he was overcome with an achingly submissive hunger and thirst for her milk.  His hunger was so all-encompassing, both mentally and physically, that he often broke down into unmitigated sobs, but on this particular morning he was feeling Martha’s channeled strength flowing through him, and he managed to subdue his ardent blubbering to a series of pathetic sniffles.  He leaned his head against her breast, breathing hard up at her as his mouth began to water.  At this point, he knew better than to beg for her milk.  Just the other day, Martha had mercilessly spanked his ass raw because he hadn’t finished answering her questions before mewing for his milk.  There was a correct way to do things in her house, and Martha had made sure that her little sub understood the rules crystal-clear.  

“What else do you like about Mistress, little girl?” Martha hummed, sighing out so that her breasts inflated even more against Kyle’s cradled body.  She knew full well that she was driving him wild, behaving like this, but that was the point.

“Y-Your big, strong a-arms,” Kyle breathed, as Martha hummed lovingly in his ear, lining up her forearm next to his.  The comparison was beyond ridiculous.  Even an ordinary person staring at the two arms together would have thought that one arm belonged to an immensely huge, powerful adult, and the other to a weak, skinny little child.  To Kyle, the comparison was just another confirmation of what he already knew: that Martha was so completely superior to him, so far above him, that they may as well have been a different set of species altogether.  

“Oooooh yes, my arms,” Martha cooed in his ear, slowly, sensuously rubbing her forearm up and down his, so that his skin immediately sprang up in goosebumps, “They’re so huge and powerful, aren’t they?  Mmm, and just look at how GIGANTIC they are compared to my little baby’s arms!  My GOODNESS, Kyla!  Look at that!  My WRIST is probably three times thicker than your BICEP!”

Martha giggled as she lined her wrist up next to Kyle’s upper arm, playfully shaking her forearm so that her silver bracelets tinkled out into the air, as if in mocking laughter.  Kyle already knew that those same bracelets, which were so tight on Martha’s thick, powerful wrists, could easily go all the way up his arm, past his elbow, only coming to a stop at his shoulder, where there was still plenty of room to spare.  

“And…and Mistress’s biceps!” Kyle choked out, suddenly getting excited for what he knew would come next.  Smirking down at him, Martha arched her eyebrow and slowly lifted up both arms into a stunning double-biceps pose, bouncing her huge muscles left and right, left and right, as she bit her tongue sexily down at him.

“They’re some of your favorites, aren’t they, baby?” Martha grinned.

“Y-yes and…and I know that you could…could KILL me w-with…with only ONE of them if y-you wanted to…” Kyle began, setting off down a worshipful trail of thought, only to be instantly stopped on Martha’s whim.

“Sweetheart,” Martha said, suddenly deadpan as she dropped her arms abruptly into her lap, “I could kill you with only my TONGUE if I wanted to.”

And then, without warning, she seized Kyle by the throat, yanking him up from her lap as she brought his face up to hers.  The next thing Kyle knew, Martha had thrust the huge, powerful python of her tongue straight down his throat.  Even for a woman her size, Martha’s tongue was uniquely long and wide, and she had stuck it so far down Kyle’s throat that he couldn’t breathe a hint of air.  For several long seconds, with her hand wrapped all the way around his throat (with plenty of inches for her fingers to spare), she held him there, her wide eyes crossing slightly so that they were trained directly on his face, suffocating him with her tongue.  

For a few moments, Kyle was totally overcome with awe and gratitude for Martha’s extreme show of dominant power, but as the seconds ticked by, and his little lungs began to strain and burn from the lack of air, Kyle’s submissive and awestruck pleasure vaporized, swiftly giving way to the frenzied panic of a dying animal.  His eyes widened in fear as he began to jerkily grapple his hands up toward Martha’s face, in a vain attempt to somehow pry himself away from her predatory tongue.  Without even averting her eyes away from his face, Martha instantly caught both of his wrists up in the powerful, crushing grip of her left hand, while she casually crossed her hulking right leg over his kicking feet, effectively immobilizing his entire body.  He was now sprawled out in her lap, his head against the gigantic pillow of her left breast, completely unable to even move a muscle as Martha held him there, staring into his soul as her huge tongue choked him out.  Despite his primal fear, Kyle’s cock was still somehow rock-hard.  He may have been suffocating, but that didn’t stop his basic biological settings from responding to Martha’s power.  She had “reset” him completely.  

“Unnnngggggghhhhhhrrrrrrrrrruuuuugghhhhhhh!!!”

Martha growled into him, and thrust her tongue a further two inches down.  Apparently she had been holding back the full length of her tongue until then.  Kyle’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt her tongue curve back towards his Adam's apple, deep in his throat, actually flipping open his epiglottis and spearing straight down into his trachea.  He would have screamed in pain, but, just as he couldn’t budge an inch, he couldn’t make a single sound.  The crazy realization that he was literally aspirating on Martha’s tongue flashed like fire through his broken mind, and then he felt his whole body go limp as everything suddenly went dark.  

Almost immediately, though, Kyle was waking up, and the first thing he felt were the soft, warm, plush sensations of a huge pair of lips all over his trembling body.

“Muah….MuahMuah…Muah…Muah…Muuuaaaahhhhh…”

Even before his murky vision returned, Kyle knew that Martha was planting big, soft, tender kisses all over – on his arms and legs, on his chest, down his sides, all around his groin, up his heaving torso, and, finally, tenderly and sweetly across his twitching face.  When his eyes finally corrected themselves, all he could see was Martha’s huge, kind face, her dark eyes staring deeply into his, as she continued to shower him with warm, gentle kisses.  

“Shhhh, shhhhh, don’t talk right now, baby,” she cooed at him, in response to him opening his mouth to thank her for letting him live, “Catch your breath.  Mistress knows you’re thankful.  She knows you didn’t mean to sound so ridiculous just now.  Muah…Muaaaaah…Muah…but Mistress had to teach you a lesson, baby, muah, muah…she had to remind you not to say silly things.  There’s more power in my little finger than there is in your entire body.”

Kyle wasn’t even entirely sure what he had said that had set Martha off like that, but in his mind, it didn’t even matter.  Whatever she said was true; whatever she said was right.  That’s all that mattered.  A minute later, after Martha had finished covering his body in black lipstick marks from her tender kisses, Kyle was sucking away on her huge tit, his mouth having to open wide to accommodate her fat nipple, as he drank down his breakfast.  Martha was feeling extra sweet and generous after her most recent display of power, so she even slowly, softly jerked his cock off as he mewed and burbled into her tit, cumming in a matter of seconds.  Martha hummed affectionately down at him as she caught his cum in her hand and brought it up to her lips, sucking it up and swallowing it down.

“Sccccchhhhhhhhlllooooop!  Aaaaaaahhhhh…” she sighed out, bouncing him on her knee as he continued to nurse, “You’re extra-tasty this morning, honey…I think it was the fear!  It makes your cum taste even better.”

Kyle had been coughing and choking a bit after he had cum, since his throat was still quite raw, and since the intense sensations of Martha’s huge, pumping hand had distracted him a little from drinking.  Some of her creamy milk was running down his chin.  To make matters worse, his little coughing fit had kickstarted an attack of hiccups.

“Awww I think that’s the sign, sweetie,” purred Martha lovingly down at him, and she dabbed his cheeks and mouth clean with a soft baby cloth before lifting him up and draping him over her right shoulder.  Kyle moaned out and whined a little, never wanting to leave his Mistress’s breast, but Martha knew what was best, and the next moment her massive hand was gently but firmly patting him on the back.  It didn’t take long.  Less than half a minute later…

“E-ep…urp….ur-urrp…blaauuurrrgghhhh!”

“THERE it is!” Martha smiled, continuing to pat him on the back as she coaxed the burps from his tummy, “Goodness me Kyla!  I’m always so impressed by how such a LITTLE girl can make such BIG burps!”

With the exception of Martha’s “tongue torment,” the like of which she usually reserved for once or twice a week (‘little reminders,’ Martha affectionately called these random acts of sudden violence – tongue-throating, rear-naked choke-holds, spankings, and so on), this was more or less a typical morning in the Bartel household.  Of course, Kyle didn’t even know that was Martha’s last name.  None of that mattered.  To him, she was simply “Mistress,” and all of his days were spent in service to her.  Depending on Martha’s mood, this service could take all kinds of forms.  One of her favorite tasks for Kyle was to have him lick her feet clean after one of her workouts.  She nearly always had her phone in hand while this was happening, snapping innumerable pictures and recording video after video of his eager, submissive deference.  

“My god…” she would often say, as Kyle knelt at her feet while she lounged in her easy chair, recording him licking her toes and soles completely clean, “I don’t think I’m ever going to get over how TINY you look with my huge foot in your lap, sweetheart.  I’m not even saying this to be sexy, even though I knowwwww how much you just LOVE to hear how much Mistress dwarfs you.  I’m just marveling at it, Kyla.  My foot looks monstrous compared to you.  Have you been losing weight, honey?  Goodness you look so skinny.  Maybe Mistress should feed you extra milk this week, just to fatten you up a little.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kyle knew that Martha was posting these pictures and videos on her website, but none of that really mattered to him, and so any thoughts of the humiliating implications just drifted away from his mind like smoke.  All that he cared about was right HERE, in front of him: serving his huge, dominant Mistress.  And licking her enormous feet clean was only one way that he routinely did her bidding.  Martha had a whole host of other similarly demeaning tasks that Kyle spent his days fulfilling.  At some point every day, sometimes for hours at a time, Martha would force him to eat her out, his little body huddled in between her spread legs as she read her favorite mystery romance novels, or watched sports on TV.  Kyle would completely lose himself in her pussy as he ate her out, and time seemed to slow down as he worked his mouth and tongue diligently to give his Mistress what she wanted.  The hours would pass by, and Kyle would forget about fresh air, about his own eyesight, and even about the idea of light itself.  He was so devotedly attuned to his task that Martha’s pussy would simply swallow up his consciousness, which would be resurrected only when Martha had decided it was time for him to stop.  

“Oooop, my little girl’s all cross-eyed from Mistress’s pussy again!” she would laugh, bringing him up to cradle against her shoulder, “Let’s slowly bring you back into the world before we fill that sweet little tummy with milk, hrmmm?”

Whenever the two of them went out in public, Martha made sure that Kyle was always wearing something completely ridiculous – a bright red jumper, a baby-blue cotton-knit jumpsuit, (complete with a hood), long-sleeved, long-panted rompers, frilly dresses, pink tutus…the list just went on and on.  He would not respond to anyone who addressed him like a normal person, and would instead leave it to Martha to do all the talking, which she cheerily did, often humorously informing the unsuspecting and weirded-out stranger that her sub was very shy.  Kyle didn’t even feel any humiliation anymore from these cringy, bizarre scenes.  As far as he was concerned, his whole purpose in life was to just keep his Mistress satisfied while she breastfed him, mouth-to-mouth fed him “real food” on special occasions, changed his diaper, gave him chores, and, every once in a while, made him cum…sometimes by jerking him off, sometimes by squeezing him off in between her huge, creamy breasts, and sometimes by sucking the cum directly out of his cock with her hungry mouth.  Whatever way she made him squirt, Martha always made a show of loudly sucking up the cum into her mouth and then lewdly swallowing it right in front of him.

“Just give me a few hours, sweetie,” she would purr, “And I’ll turn your juice into Mistress’s milk.”

On one of these occasions, when they were out in public, something unexpected happened.  Martha had been pushing Kyle in one of the specialty strollers that she had ordered online, which were bigger than usual and perfectly fitted Kyle’s 5’4 frame.  As usual, he was wearing something absurd – a pink tutu-overall combination that fit over a loose pair of white tights.  Martha had spent the morning braiding his hair into double dutch braid pigtails, so, suffice it to say, the two of them turned plenty of heads as Martha strode into the grocery store, pushing him in front of her in the stroller.  Several people gave disapproving looks, but immediately backed down when they saw just how huge Martha was up close.  She was decked out in one of her favorite black leather dresses, which looked like it was about to burst asunder from the immense mass of her giant body, and, thanks to her ferocious 6-inch black platform boots, she stood at a gargantuan 7’1.  No one was going to mess with her.  

No one…except two heartbroken, desperate parents who happened to run into them, coincidentally in front of the dairy section.

“Kyle!!” came the cry, from a voice that sounded distantly familiar to him, and, as he lifted his head while he sat in the stroller, he saw his parents there in the aisle, standing very close to each other, almost like they were clutched together for protection.  It was his mother who had called out his name.  Kyle blinked at her, not showing any sign that he recognized her face.

“Excuse me,” came Martha’s cool, curt reply, high above, herself making no apparent sign that she knew that she was talking to Kyle’s actual parents, “But it’s bad manners to shout at other people’s children.  And her name is “Kyla,” by the way.”

“Kyle…” his mother said urgently, bending down to peer into his face, “Kyle, it’s…it’s us!  It’s…it’s me and Dad!”

But again, Kyle only blinked at her, not acknowledging her in any other way.  The truth was that he knew that the woman speaking to him was his “birth mother,” but, in his mind, any nurturing, protective qualities that she may have provided had now been completely eclipsed by Martha’s power.  Whatever he needed, SHE would provide.  And, in any case, he knew by this time that he was strictly forbidden from speaking to anyone in public without Martha’s permission.  So he kept his mouth shut.  

“Melody…” said Kyle’s dad, his voice downtrodden and sad, “Look at him…look what she’s done to him…”

“Hmmm, now let’s see, let’s see…” Martha mused out loud, perusing the dairy section with calculated intensity, completely ignoring Kyle’s parents for the moment, “Kyla…remind me what kind of milk we usually buy?”

“We don’t, Mistress,” he answered simply, staring up at her as he immediately got hard, “We don’t have to.”

“Oh that’s riiiiiiight!” Martha exclaimed, her dark eyes going wide as she nodded slowly down at him, “We don’t HAVE to…because I’ve got THESE babies!”

She cupped her hands underneath her colossal breasts, bending down to jiggle them teasingly in Kyle’s face.  He gaped at them, his cock getting even harder.  It felt so good to give in to this heavenly feeling.  He could literally HEAR her milk sloshing around inside…and he could smell it too.  But he knew better than to beg for it out in the grocery store.  

“L-Look here, you…you insane woman…you…DEMON!” yelled Kyle’s mom, pointing at Martha, “You…you won’t do anything to us here with…all these witnesses, s-so you’re gonna…you’re gonna listen to what I have to say!”

Martha had blinked expressionlessly at Kyle before straightening back up, pivoting around to stand behind the stroller again.  She absolutely towered over Kyle’s parents – over everyone, really – and looked positively terrifying, even though she wasn’t even making an expression.  This sheer intimidation factor was the source of Melody’s faltering voice, but she powered on ahead, brave despite her fear.  

“We…Jim and I…we know that you’ve brainwashed Kyle,” Melody continued, her face red as her eyes sparkled with angry tears, “And y-you…you can’t keep this up forever!”

“One day,” Jim nodded, his voice shaking even as he stood firm with his wife, pointing up at the monstrous behemoth before them, “You’ll get caught.  Mark my words…and that day is coming.”

“We’re doing everything we can to…m-make sure it happens very soon,” Melody finished, staring up defiantly.

Martha put her hand to her chest in a gesture of shock, tilting her head sideways as her eyebrows came together.  It was clear she was quite offended by what she had just heard.

“I can’t believe what I’ve just heard!” she exclaimed, more insulted than angry, “I’m sorry – who are YOU to question the lifestyle of two consenting adults who, as you can see, are both VERY happy with each other.”

“He’s not happy!” Jim shouted angrily.

“I…AM happy,” Kyle spoke up for the first time, causing his parents’ eyes to immediately snap to him, trying in vain to study his face for some sign that he was being held against his will.  Kyle had guessed, correctly, that Martha would have wanted him to speak for himself in this situation.  “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life, and this” – here he put both of his hands on the stroller – “Is where I belong.”

“See?” Martha smiled cheerily at Kyle’s parents (even as her knuckles were turning whiter and whiter on the stroller handles).  She backed the stroller up and pushed it left and right, left and right, humorously “showing him off” in his “natural” state.  “Right where he belongs.”

Melody and Jim didn’t look at all convinced, but the sound of Kyle’s voice had seemed to at least give them a smidgen of hope.

“We’re going to get you away from her, honey,” Melody said determinedly to him, with Jim nodding and adding: “Whatever it takes.”  The two of them could sense that, despite Martha’s genial outward expression, the air between them had gone frigid, and they shuddered to think about what she would do if she actually grew angry.  So they shuffled quickly away, with Melody blowing her son a goodbye kiss before they left the store.  She had badly wanted to hug him, but had accurately surmised that Martha would not have taken kindly to such a gesture, and may actually have become violent.

“My GOODNESS!” Martha sighed out, shaking her head like she had just witnessed a scene of deplorable behavior, “The manners of some people…trying to tell us how to live our lives!  It’s so sad how people are actually stuck in their narrow attitudes, isn’t it Kyla?”

“It’s very sad, Mistress,” agreed Kyle, without a hint of irony.  

The rest of their grocery run went about as normally as it could go, considering the circumstances, and, a few minutes later, Martha was strapping Kyle into his backseat car chair.  She had seemed a bit preoccupied, but now that Kyle was all buckled in, she gave him the sweetest, most loving smile he had ever seen, and he felt himself melting with devotion.  She looked so giant and powerful, so big and strong and BOUNTIFUL…that he just had a hard time believing how he could have been so lucky to end up as her sub.  He couldn’t wait to go home and spend hours in between her legs, in the dark.

“Sweetie…” Martha said amiably to him, putting her huge arms on either side of his car seat, “Do you remember those two unpleasant people back in the grocery store, just a few minutes ago?”

Kyle nodded.

“Now…there was a time, wasn’t there…” Martha continued, “When you actually LIVED with them in a house.  Isn’t that right?”

Kyle nodded again.

“Good, good…” Martha said slowly, taking out her phone, “Now baby…think back…I know it’s a long time…what was the ADDRESS of that house?”