I was trapped between her breasts with her dress imprisoning me."It's time for 'Drink Me'," Alice said. "Hang on in there a few seconds. I'm too large...now."I felt her body begin to shrink. I was lying on her smaller breasts and the bodice was much looser."Find a breast," Alice ordered, "Open your mouth as far as you can, and suck."I did. Even at my small size I could put my lips around most of an aureole. If her breasts had stayed as large as they had been I might have managed a nipple, no. She was obviously very used to nervous wankers seeing their wank-queen for the first time, or maybe many times, and being gob-smacked as they saw Her show Her lovely curves for real. Keeping the conversation chatty and non-sexy meant I never even thought about even saying “you’re so lovely Miss”, and though I was disappointed that I hadn’t been capable of worshipping, I did leave with a lovely set of photos.Wanker actually saw Her pose like this.....For the next 17 months I sent regular worship. “A large part of your popularity is the fact that girls see you with guys they would love to date. You’re living their fantasy and it gives them hope. You need to think about how trotting out a waiter affects the fans.”“He’s not a waiter,” Liz said. “He’s a former professional baseball player with a college degree and a career. And I am thinking of my fans. The show in San Diego that you said would be a waste turned out to be a killer. You saw the reviews. Even a woman that hates country music. And scary.Damn, but I wanted to grow up already and be on my own. To have a girlfriend, or two, or maybe half a dozen. To have a decent job and be able to make my own choices. To be free and have money in my pocket and be respected. To be a man!I needed some sort of plan. Yeah, that was it -- a Master Plan that would change me from a shy, pimply, bumbling teenager into a confident, sophisticated "man of the world." A program that would bring me success and renown and wealth, as well as make me.