The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Heavy

I’m sitting in my office at home, working on the new book I’m translating, when the doorbell rings. I consider not answering, since I’m in the middle of a chapter, but decide against it. It gets lonely sometimes, working as a translator, so it’s nice with some human company. Even if it’s just a door salesman. I get up and go open the door.

Outside is a small unfamiliar man. He’s only about two-thirds my height and very thin. With his pointed nose, thin moustache-line and quick, darting eyes, he looks almost like a villain in a gangster movie. Since he’s wearing a coat and hat in style, it’s seems he’s aware of it, too. I get the feeling that this is a man who can talk fast.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hi,” he answers, “I have beautiful gems and jewels, very pretty, perfect to give to the little missus, yes?”

A fast-talking door salesman. I don’t intend to buy any jewels for my wife, but I’m intrigued by this little man. He seems constantly on the move, always shifting, his eyes darting every which way.

“No, I don’t think so. She’s got enough jewels already!”

“Oh no, sir, none like these! Is she home?”

“No,” I answer truthfully.

“No matter, sir, I will show you, they are very beautiful! Perfect present!”

He takes out a small box from one of his coat pockets and opens it. One by one, he shows off his baubles, without saying a word. They are certainly beautiful in a way, with their sparkling and glittering. Even the smallest earring seems to send off a cascade of sparks as he spins and twirls it through the air. I don’t say anything as he shows them all, progressing from the smallest to the biggest items. The last is a necklace with an incredible stone that almost seems to shine of it’s own accord. I wouldn’t have guessed that there’s enough light in the stairwell to make anything shine like that. The light is a myriad of flashes and sparkles that make it hard to see the stone itself. It’s not made easier by the way the man keeps moving it around, making it seem like a glittering bird flitting through the air between us. All the items have seemed very light, almost floating in the air. Even this necklace, which looks big and heavy, swoops through the air like a swallow in flight. I try to look at the stone, but before I’ve really had time to see much, he puts it back in the box and closes the lid.

“Yes, very nice, very nice gems and jewels, perfect gift, so very light and quick, yes?”

I blink twice to get rid of the sparkles that linger in my eyes. Quick is the word, for the jewels and the man. He has incredibly deft and fast fingers. He almost dropped one of the gems but caught it in mid-air in a graceful motion. Just looking at him, I feel big and clumsy.

“No, I’m not really interested...” I trail off. The sparkling sort of remains in my eyes, making it hard to focus.

“I have a special gift too, worthy of a queen, even more beautiful? Do you want to see it? Yes?”

I figure it can’t hurt to look at it. I’ve never seen anything like these peculiar stones with their almost other-worldly shine.

“Yes, why not”. After the light fantastic, my voice sounds sluggish and earthy sounding in the door opening. I realize that the little man has a very clear and sonorous voice, more in character with the light. Everything about him seems to match the sparkling, light objects he carry.

He picks something out of another pocket. As he raises it, there’s a faint tinkling sound. Before I can see what it is, he holds it close in front of my face. The glittering almost overwhelms me.

It is something much larger, wider than my face and about the same height, and it seems to be made up of many stones. I seem to look into a deep space of glittering marvels, my face reflected in a million surfaces and sparkling light reflected from every direction. There are tiny flashes coming from everywhere, millions of them appearing and disappearing every second. They fill my entire field of view. No matter how I try I can’t see through it, or around it. I can’t see the stairwell anymore, or the little man. My only reminder of the real world is the feeling of my feet on the floor and the slow sound of my breath. I feel my jaws drop and see it reflected in a multitude of mirrors. It seems so slow compared to the sparkling light, which dances and spins everywhere. I almost think I see little immaterial things flying between the stones, if that’s what they are, but I suspect it’s reflexes moving with the speed of light. Then I hear the little man’s voice again, disembodied and clear.

“Look, sir, look at the light, look at it soaring and dancing in its cathedral! See its lightness and quickness, see how it floats in air, now here, now there, now everywhere!”

His voice has taken on a new quality, or maybe it’s just the way it seems to come from nowhere, floating through the sparkling universe I behold. I stand amazed and just watch and listen. I have never seen anything like this.

“The light is everywhere, it is so nimble, so quick, darting here and there like a ferret on the hunt. It floats and flies and moves without effort. I now move the cathedral to the right. Turn your head to look at it.”

Suddenly the whole assembly of glitters changes, sending out a riot of new sparkles in all the colours of the rainbow. I sense it moving and turn my head to follow. I feel in my neck that the little man moves it only a short distance, but it seems to take ages for me to move my head. In the world of the light, a billion sparks have already been born, lived their darting lives and died in my eyes. The man moves the thing to the left, and I move my head to follow, fascinated by the feeling. I don’t even try to think about it any more, my thoughts are far too slow to make sense of what I see. By the time I’ve formulated a thought a million generation of flashes have lived their lives. I just let myself stand there and enjoy. The flashes seem so real, so solid... it’s really as if I’m looking into another world. A world of light, so different from my normal world. I just stand there, slack-jawed, and float in the glitters, happy that I’m getting this glimpse into such a fantastic world. The slow, slow motion of my head, connected to my even slower physical body, almost seems like sacrilege in the presence of this dancing lightness. A cathedral, the man called it.

“The light is wonderful, dancing everywhere, living and laughing and loving and dying, moving so quickly, so quickly. The light and its servants are quick, nimble and wonderful. Do you feel slow and heavy compared to the light?” The little man’s voice is like the light, clear, quick and precise.

My light-addled brain doesn’t really register the question at first, and to formulate and then speak the answer takes so long that I’m sure the light must go out of sheer boredom before then.

“Yessss...” I answer, and the contrast between my slow, clumsy, heavy voice and the spectacle of quick-winged light I see is almost painful. I feel faintly embarrassed to be sullying the pristine light in this way. The little man speaks again. His voice now sounds like a crystalline whisper, borne on the glittering light.

“You are slow, you are heavy, you are clumsy. The light is quick, it is nimble, it dances effortlessly. Your thoughts are slow, so slow, so heavy, like fat worms lumbering through mud. Your body is slower still, bigger, heavier, so bulky, so voluminous. While you move your head, the light moves from here to the moon. With your every breath, the light moves around the world. The light lives and thinks so quickly, so easily. You are so slow, so heavy. The light thinks so fast. Among all the glitters, there is one that thinks exactly like you and the light knows it. The light knows what you think, the light completes your thoughts a million times faster than you do, the light can think better than you. The light moves a million times faster than you do.”

I still stand, gaping and staring into the Cathedral of Light. I feel the truth of his words in my bones. Did I not see how many generations of sparkles lived while I tried to move my head, or answer a simple question? He is right. I don’t even try to think of an answer. I feel as if I’m soaring in the universe of light, my body and my apartment left far behind. I hear the little man’s voice coming from deep space.

“You carry so much weight. You carry the meat, and the fat, on your bones. You drag the mass of an entire planet with every step, and your thoughts move like glaciers in your mind. Most people are like you, slow, heavy, heavy and slow, so large, so slow, so utterly unable to move like the light. A very few people are a little like the light instead. They are quick, nimble, fleet of foot and mind, able to move and think so much faster than you.”

I hear him, and again, I feel he’s right even though I can’t really put my finger on it. I don’t really try, I feel much too slow to even try thinking. I instinctively noticed how quick this little man seemed when I opened the door, and he seems to be one of these who are like the light. I am slow, and heavy. Not like the light.

“Some of these, some of these who are quick and nimble, are servants of the light. I am one such. I serve the light, I let it guide me and show me the way. Although I am nimble and quick, I am slow compared to the light. But even so, my mind and body is a thousand times quicker than you. You are slow, and heavy. Your thoughts are so slow and heavy, so thick, so fat, so sluggish in the thick mud of your mind.”

If there had been any point to it, I would have tried to analyze his statement. I do not understand it fully. But I feel my thoughts start to gather, like slugs wallowing in their slime, so heavy and slow, and I realize that by the time I’ve even begun the thought the sun will have set and the man will have left. So I let my mind relax, let go of the thoughts and simply accept the statement. The half-formed thoughts sink back into the mud of my mind, like the heavy worms they are.

“The lights is ancient and wise. It knows all things. I let the light guide me and advise me. It chooses to do so, because I am like it, my mind is quick and nimble. The light cannot guide and advise the slow and heavy.”

My heart sinks. I cannot be guided by the light. I am too slow and heavy. I have by now almost given up on thinking completely. In the light-world, I am too hopelessly big and clumsy. I just listen now, to learn about the light.

“As a servant of the light, it is my desire to help my fellow humans who are not so quick as I am. I am glad to share my advice and guidance with those who will receive it.”

If I understand this correctly, the little man offers to help me, to let me share in the wisdom revealed by the light.

“Are you willing to receive my guidance?” he asks.

It again takes some time to recognize the question. Listening to his voice is so easy, and I am still gazing deep into the universe of light, so I have to make an effort to respond. A thought-worm surges in the thick mud where they dwell. I struggle with my slow mind to pick it up and see that it is my answer. Making my jaws and speech apparatus pronounce it is so much effort and takes so much time.

“Yeessssssss...” I hear myself say. I feel like I’m pushing the thick mudthought out through my mouth.

“Good!” he says, and his voice sounds like a ray of light into my mind. I gratefully forget about the surging thought-worms, the cold, heavy, muddy things.

“To give you the guidance you need, the light itself must be occluded. I must remove the cathedral, and you must stand ready to accept my guidance.”

The Cathedral of Light disappears from my eyes. I register it, slowly, and blink to clear the glitters away. My eyelids move with the slowness of tectonic plates. The glitters remain, somewhere behind my eyes. I see the stairway beyond the open door but the light-world still glitters in my mind. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the little man. He peers up at me, but before I can start shifting my eyes in his direction, he is gone. I hear his voice from behind me.

“Turn around, and come into the hallway.”

I start doing that. The effort to lift and move my feet and leg is huge. The heaviness permeates me. I have never fully understood how big and heavy I am, but now it is clear. From the lamp in the hallway the light shines down on me. In it I clumsily turn around and waddle into the hall. I am hopelessly heavy, the flesh and fat comprising me being constantly pulled towards the floor. I start to feel ashamed of my bulkiness but realize then that this is nothing to be ashamed of. This is what I am, a common human being, one of those not like the light, one of the slow and heavy. It seems to take an eternity to take four steps. I stop and relax again. My mind still sparkles with the remembered light. I notice, absent-mindedly, that the thought-worms in the mud seems to have quietened down.

The little man stands before me in the hallway. I blink, and he darts behind me, closes the front door and darts back. I see his movement start as my eyelids drop. I hear the door close as my eyelids reach their fully closed position, and as my eyes start to open I see him turn around to face me again. Everything brings home the difference between us, the heaviness and slowness of me and the lightness and quickness of him. I am happy that I shall receive the Guidance of the Light.

“You are so big, so heavy and so slow. Your body is a bulky mass. Your thoughts are like thick, fat worms, crawling deep in the muddy earth, white since they have never seen the light. You take your thoughts and send them out through your mouth, sending them out in the world of light. In order to receive the light’s guidance, you must take your thoughts from the world of light. You cannot get the thoughts from the light directly, but I can give them to you. I can give them to you in words. You can hear what I say and know it’s the light’s guidance. You can take it as your thoughts, let it fill your mind and let the slow, heavy thoughts of your body fade into forgetfulness. If you give them no attention, they will fade away. Concentrate on your new thoughts, which are light and float like clouds in your mind. They are the guidance and advice you will receive from the light.”

His words do indeed float and dance in my mind like clouds in the sky, against the ever-present backdrop of glitters. I know he is right. I ignore the muddy grub worms below.

“The first step to receive the guidance and advice I can offer is to accept the light as your lord. The light is your lord.”

He stops and looks at me. I don’t know what he expects. My mud-thoughts are crawling about but I ignore them. In my mind float his words as cloud-thoughts. The latest addition is ‘The Light is my Lord’.

“To be able to receive guidance, you must be given the guidance as words. These then become your thoughts, floating as clouds in your mind. A servant of the light must give you these thoughts. I am a servant of the light. For me to give you guidance and advice, you must also accept me as your lord. I am your lord,” he continues. Again, he looks at me with an unreadable expression. The mudthoughts are more active now, but I ignore them. They will fade if not nourished by my attention. In my mind float only my new cloudthoughts, given to me by the Light. ‘The little man is my Lord’ floats through my consciousness. I await further guidance. The little man straightens up and delivers several new thoughts:

“He who has a lord is a subject. The relation between lord and subject is one of obedience. The subject obeys his lord. There may be an overlord and the subject obeys also this lord. I am your lord. The light is your overlord. The light is also my lord. You are fully obedient to me. Only then can you receive guidance from the light. You must not have any thoughts of your own. All your thoughts are placed there by me. You must remember who you were, so you can act normal until I take you as my subject in full.” He pauses and looks into my eyes. There, only his cloudthoughts float around. They are my thoughts now. I have absorbed all the latest set. I feel proud of this, but do not try to tell him as doing so would be so slow. I am so slow, and heavy. The little man continues.

“Since you are so very slow, and so very heavy, you will require a lot of guidance from the light and from me. There is a word for somebody who requires a lot of guidance from his lord. That word is: slave. You are my slave. I will put thoughts into your slow, heavy mind. You obey me. A slave has a master. Since I am your lord, I am your master. You will call me master. Do you understand what a slave is?” he asks.

Again, I struggle to get the words out with my thick, fumbling tongue.

“Yesssss, Master...” I reply, slowly. I certainly know what a slave is.

“And do you understand and agree that you are my slave?”

“Yessss... Master...” I reply again, after what seems like an eon. I am so slow. The mudthoughts seem agitated, writhing in their thick mud. I pay them no heed.

“Tell me what you are and what you think,” my Master says.

“I am your Slave. You are my Master and my Lord. I am a Slave of the Light. The Light is my Overlord. I obey my Master. My thoughts are those given by the Light, through my Master. I remember who I was so I can act normal. I will receive guidance and advice from my Master,” I recite, almost sweating with the effort of speaking. It does seem easier to speak the cloudthoughts than the mudthoughts, though, just as they are much easier to think. The mudthoughts, meanwhile, are in uproar. I would have smiled at this if I hadn’t been such a big, clumsy heavy mass, but it isn’t worth the effort. I enjoy the light dance of my cloudthoughts and the faint memory of the light-world, still sparkling in my mind.

“Very good, slave!” my Master beams. “I shall now initiate you and let you know the light.”

He quickly takes off all his clothes, so quickly I can only see his hands moving as a blur.

“Extend your arms straight forward,” he commands me. My heavy arms float upwards until they point straight out. My Master steps forward, grabs my T-shirt and pulls it up, over my head and along my arms. He throws it on the floor. He unbuttons and unzips my shorts and pulls them down, along with my briefs. I am now naked.

“Lower your arms and come with me,” my Master says, and walks into the living room. I follow, lumbering after him like the great blob of heavy flesh that I am. My arms sink heavily through the air.

“Get on your knees,” he commands when I finally arrive. He must have been waiting for eons, and I feel embarrassed that I am so slow and heavy. I grow happier dropping to my knees, as I actually get some help from gravity for being so heavy. It must be a natural position for me.

“I am your lord, and I serve the light. My body is thus an incarnation of the light and I carry in me a seed of light. I shall plant it in you to complete your initiation to the light. First, you need to know the taste and smell of your lord.”

He stands right before me, his crotch at mouth-level. I have his cock and balls right in front of me. My Master’s body is small, nimble and light. There is no unnecessary fat on him, no weight of flesh dragging him down. His arms, legs and fingers are long and slender, like rays of light. So is his cock, standing erect before me.

“Now, slave, taste your lord’s cock and balls. The seed of light is in my balls, so you need to warm it up and make it feel welcome. Lick, suck and kiss my balls. Remember the taste and the smell until you die. Then, lick, kiss and suck my cock. This is the shaft of light that will deliver the seed. It must also be warmed up and made to desire to enter you. Get busy, slave.” His voice now sounds happy, as if he is trying to hold back a laugh. I rejoice with him, glad and proud that I can make him happy.

I obey, leaning forward and opening my mouth. I take his balls in my mouth, exploring the surface and gently rolling the twin orbs with my tongue. I can just fit both of them into my mouth. My thick tongue slides over his skin. I breathe deeply, taking in his smell. Releasing them from my mouth, I kiss his balls, suckle at the hair covering them and suck gently on the sacks themselves. My mouth makes its way around and around.

“Slave, having your body receive the seed of light is a great honour, and is also very sexy. You become turned on by tending to my balls and cock. I am the sexiest being you have ever seen and being with me naked is the most erotic thing you have ever done,” he whispers as I work. I feel my own cock stirring, slowly rising and hardening to erection. It is bigger than my Master’s, much thicker and heavier. I pay it no heed, but I feel my excitement rising. I am getting extremely horny and I lick his balls with more vigour.

His hand gently steers my head upwards, to his cock. I lick along the shaft, the glorious Shaft of Light, breathing deeply and tracing the length of his shaft, from root to head, with my heavy, wet tongue. I love it. I kiss it, I lick it like a lollipop and circle around the head. Then I open my mouth and take it in my mouth. I explore the head with my lips and tongue. My Master moans, and my hearts swells with joy. I am pleasing my Lord.

I take it deeper, going as deep as I can. I start to slide up and down, varying my speed and gently licking the Shaft with my tongue. My Master starts bucking against me and for a few moments we move in harmony, me sucking and licking his cock with all my soul and he pushing it in and out. Suddenly he pulls it out.

“Very good, slave! You are clumsy and slow, but you show promise and may be very good at this one day. Now, stand up and walk into the bedroom. Stand facing the bed, close to it.”

I obey. One heavy leg in front of the other and preventing my heavy body from falling over, I slowly make my way there. Then my Master appears behind me.

“Let yourself fall into the service of the light. Do not struggle, but fall helplessly.” He pushes me forward, and my heavy body falls through space. I do not struggle, just go along. I bounce once on the bed and then lie still. Having now fallen into the Service of the Light, I await my initiation. In my mind, the glitters of the light-world have now grown stronger. I long to receive the Seed of Light from my Master’s warmed-up Shaft. The mudthoughts still slither pathetically through their dirt. I have now learned to ignore them almost completely.

“The seed of light must be planted in you in the darkest place of your body. Only there can it take root and spread the wisdom of the light through you. The planting of the seed in you, and future replenishing of it, is the most erotic experience you have ever had. It is the most wonderful feeling in your life. Love towards your lord fills your heart. You love it when the shaft of light enters you to plant and replenish the light in you.” He leans over from the side of the bed and straightens out my arms, straight out, like a cross. He also moves my head to ease my breathing. He moves toward the foot end of the bed. His hand suddenly touches between my buttocks. It softly squeezes my ass cheeks, one at a time. It caresses my ass, gently sliding a finger along the crack to touch my balls. The hand goes away and then returns, smearing something slippery and creamy in my crack. My Master makes certain I am slippery from the small of my back to my balls.

I feel him move onto the bed. His knees plant themselves beside my hips. I feel the hot, hard shaft against my skin and hear my Master’s fast breath as he readies himself. The tip of the shaft pokes at my back, then slowly moves down. He moans as he lets the shaft dip in between my thighs and lets his cock nuzzle the back of my balls. He slides along my ass crack a few more times. Then, he steadies and directs the head of his cock to my opening. I feel its gentle pressure. He holds there for a second.

“Slave, I am now entering you. " With these words, he pushes in. Slowly, slowly, as befits a heavy and slow human as myself, I am filled with the shaft. It glides in easily and I feel no pain. His cock is long but slender and enters me effortlessly. I forget all about both cloudthoughts and mudthoughts as he fills my ass with his shaft. All the way in he goes, until I feel his dark, curly hair against my skin. Tears fill my eyes as the joy becomes overwhelming. I have never been so horny, nor so happy in my life. My Master has buried his cock in my ass and I love it. I pray to the Light that I can stay like this forever, just filled with him. My big, heavy body is sunk deep into the soft bed, impaled on the Shaft of Light. In my mind, the light-world blazes, banishing every trace of thought but suffusing me with ecstatic joy. This is the sexiest moment of my life. I let the Light burn the memory into my brain. For a minute, we are joined and motionless. I am firmly mounted on the Shaft.

Then, my Master starts to move out again, reverses halfway, then starts to pump slowly.

“Oh yesss... what a tight ass, what a beauty to look at, a big, fat, round ass, and so deliciously warm and tight, and what a heavy mind, such a wonderful boy to find...” my Master pants. My Light-filled mind accepts his every word as a new cloudthought.

“Oh yes, what an ass... yes, your ass is made for fucking, you love to be assfucked, you love cocks, you want to watch big hard cocks going into soft fat asses, you want every cock in the world going into your ass, you want to show off your fat ass and heavy body to every man in the world, you want them to want to fuck you, you love being fucked by men, you love to be heavy, so fat and heavy, you want your ass to grow bigger and bigger, fatter and softer and rounder, you want cocks in it, you want to grow huge, you need to be heavy and fat and soft and you need to be fucked in the ass, oh yes... oh yes...!” He pumps harder and harder as he speaks and then ceases to talk. The pumping goes on. I love it. I lie passively on the bed, my Master fucking my ass with the Shaft of Light and I have never felt anything so wonderful before. Suddenly his pumping becomes more frantic.

“Slave, I will now plant the seed in you!”

I try to empty my head of thoughts—my Master’s last speech was obviously Guidance from the Light and I absorbed it eagerly—and concentrate on the pleasure in my ass. My Master grunts, pushes the Shaft deep into me and makes a number of slow thrusts from the head to the root. Then he pushes all the way in. I feel his cock spasming and understand that the Seed is being delivered. The joy makes my own heavy, fat sausage of a cock spasm and I feel my orgasm pumping my useless sperm into the bed sheets. I have the biggest orgasm of my life and I almost pass out from the wonderful pleasure of being assfucked and orgasming and receiving the Seed of Light in my Slave-ass.

My Master sits on me, his cock still in my ass. He’s panting but still strokes my back gently.

“Wonderful slave, perfect slave, so obedient, so eager, so perfect to fuck. I shall come back to you, but I must first prepare your guidance from the light. If other servants of the light come to you, you should obey them almost like me. They are also your masters and you are their slave. But only I, whose seed you now carry in you, can give you guidance and advice. Other masters can only give you commands, which you obey without question. You will strive to make your mind empty so that there will be a good home for the guidance. Always strive to make your mind empty with as few thoughts as possible.”

I understand. Only my real true Master can give me the new cloudthoughts. Other masters can only give me commands and I will obey them.

My Master pulls his cock out, and I feel empty. He turns me over in the bed, so I lie on my back. He moves over me so his cock is above my face.

“You must always clean your Master’s cock after fucking. Make sure it’s sparkling clean. There must be no traces of the seed left. You enjoy cleaning the shaft and you love the taste of it.”

I clean him with my mouth and tongue, licking it clean and swallowing anything I find on it. I love cleaning the Shaft of Light and hope that I can taste some remaining part of the Seed. When I’m done, he gets off the bed and stands beside it.

“I shall leave you now, slave. I must receive guidance from the light on how to guide you properly. It might be a while until I return. Until then, you must not let anyone suspect that you are now a slave of the light. If a servant of the light asks you, you shall say yes and obey him, but other slow and heavies such as yourself must not know. Not until the time is right. You must use your memories of your old life to pretend that you are still the same, even though you know you are now a slave. You must not act different in any way, but if you feel abandoned by the light, masturbate and think of your slavehood. Being a slave is very erotic for you, and thinking of it makes you extremely horny. You masturbate as often as you can. It is good for you to exercise your heavy cock. You are very happy to be a slave. Farewell, until we meet again, slave.”

I understand that this is also Guidance from the Light and accept it gladly. My Master finishes, goes into the hall and I hear him start to dress. He’s whistling. I cannot make myself move my heavy body out there to say farewell, and besides, I don’t think Slaves say goodbye to their Masters. We just accept. We. Yes, I am a Slave now! My cock stirs at the thought, despite the mega-orgasm only a few minutes ago. I feel very happy.

My Master leaves. I hear the door close. I lie on the bed and sift through my mudthoughts. Most of them wriggle helplessly, apparently very upset and expressing displeasure that I am now a Slave. I ignore those. Some seem to be in shock, lying still and motionless. I ignore them too. I find that none of the mudthoughts deal with my old life, and so none are worth keeping. I shall now act like before, using my memories of being me to prevent anyone from noticing anything. I shall let the mudthoughts dry up and shrivel away, and then my mind will be filled only with the cloudthoughts that my Master put in place. I slowly get up from the bed and shuffle into the office to turn off the computer. I shall have to continue translating to avoid suspicion, but it means nothing to me anymore. It is just an activity to do while waiting for my Master to return.

I waddle my huge, heavy body to the full-length mirror and look at my body. My cock stirs and hardens as I contemplate my Slave-body. It is big, heavy but I want it to grow even bigger and heavier. I want my ass to swell, to grow bigger and rounder. I want to be huge and soft and I want all men in the world to plant their cocks in my ass. I think of how wonderful it will feel, and how fat and round I will be and my heart fills with joy. I think of my Master and the Light. I am a Slave of the Light now, an obedient Slave, and I feel happy, horny... and heavy.