Just a little too tight

Eve had been watching the girl since she’d started working at the firm.

At that intriguing crossroads between girl and woman, she kept to herself, reading Harry Potter books during her lunch break and contributing little at formal work meetings. What Eve notice most was her haughty demeanour and arrogant tone of voice that masqueraded an insecurity betrayed by the up-speak punctuating her sentences.

A few months ago the girl had injured her knee in a game of netball. Eve had observed her stiff legged shuffle as she made her slow and obviously painful way from one end of the office to the other. Weeks passed and there was no improvement in her walk. When Eve enquired whether she would have her knee fixed soon, the girl told her she would wait to do so until the next year. That had been at the beginning of August. It was now late September and the girl continued to gingerly shuffle about the office, heavily restricted in her ability to walk and obviously uncomfortable.

On this particular day, during a drawn out meeting, Eve’s thoughts had drifted. Her eyes had fastened on the girl’s shape, had taken note of a new softness in her facial features and the appearance of a slight double chin. Clearly the enforced sedentary lifestyle was starting to cause the girl to gain weight. Not an excessive amount of weight, but enough over a short period of time to be noticeable. The buttons of her blouse gaped where it strained over her newly fuller breasts. Eve’s gaze drifted down the girl’s form and noticed that the waistband of her black pants was clearly cutting into her round tummy and the fabric of her clothes stretched just a little too tight to be comfortable in some places.

It was not that her clothes were too small—they were at the brink of being tight, such that only a close observer and the girl herself would notice.

Eve was fascinated, taking in every little detail, including the newly pudgy hands. Eve was also quite turned on; turned on by the fact that the girl must feel uncomfortable in her tight clothes; turned on by the suspicion that the girl resented her expanding body; turned on by the thought that the girl might worry others would notice her weight gain.

As Eve was losing herself in speculation she heard a slight painful ‘ouch’ coming from across the meeting room. The girl had banged her injured knee on the edge of the table and was obviously in considerable pain, trying to repress her response to the hurt. Eve watched the range of emotions play across the girl’s face and like the sadist she was, Eve sucked up the pain and discomfort emanating from the girl and transformed it into pleasure and arousal within herself.

Back at her desk Eve watched as the girl teetered past with her stiff kneed unsteady gait. Her small feet formed the bottom of an inverted pyramid that was topped by her swaying hips; the black fabric of her pants stretching a little tightly across the hips and the seam visibly biting between her buttocks.

The next few months would be interesting, Eve thought to herself. It would be interesting to see whether the girl would continue to put on weight, becoming softer and rounder. It would be interesting to see how long she would continue to wear clothes that were bursting at the seams, cutting into her soft flesh and at which point she would accept the inevitable and buy herself a new outfit in a larger size.

Eve smiled to herself as she opened the second drawer of her desk which was filled with the party sized chocolate bars she used to curry favour from her fellow office workers.

Yes, thought Eve, this was going to be fun.

Formicophilia or how to enlarge a penis with a wasp sting


Increasing the size of the penis is an age old endeavour. Compared to the many remedies peddled by suspect spammers theses days, one method from the Kama Sutra stands out. Supposedly the increase in penis size and girth resulting from the treatment is permanent, though I can’t see how this would be possible, nor is there any evidence to support this.

To increase the size and potential of the penis: Take shuka hairs – the shuka is an insect that lives in trees – mix with oil and rub on the penis for ten nights…When a swelling appears sleep face downwards on a wooden bed, letting one’s sex hang through a hole.

Shuka insects are a form of wasp and the hairs are the shuka’s stingers. This method is clearly not for the faint hearted – I cannot begin to imagine the pain caused by being stung in the penis.

Consistent with my belief that there’s always someone crazier than oneself out there, someone has actually tried this (or claims to have tried it) and has posted instructions online (do not try this at home).

After reading the text for the Kama Sutra I have come up with a plan to increase [the] girth [of my penis] using the common paper wasp… To catch and manipulate the wasps I use a type of lab tweezers that are spring loaded in a x shape and are 8 inches long. Once I find the nest I select a worker that is alone and catch it by the wing with the tweezers. Then I place it in a small jar with small holes in the lid … After I have three wasps I can rotate them out in a sting session.

This is how I do it. Achieve a partial erection and use a pen to mark 1/2” circles every 1” around the base and a second ring of circles 1” apart just above your circumcision scar. These are your targets. Put the jars in your fridge for a minute or two. NO LONGER! You want to slow them down not kill them.

Take all of the jars out at once. Select your first wasp and grab her wing near the middle with your tweezers. Only females can sting you. When you first grab her she will be mad so be fast with your aim. Manipulate your wasp/tweezer combo to target the circle. Once you have a single sting move on to the next circle target. When she does about two stings she will have calmed down so put her back in the jar and move on to the next one.

When you finish you WILL jump around for a while, but the reward is worth the five minutes of discomfort… The sex during the swelling phase is AWESOME AS IT GETS!!!! Good luck.


While the whole thing seems completely crazy, the technique sparked my imagination and I wrote this piece:

The slave was secured to the bed so he couldn’t move. Hands and feet each chained to a different corner of the massive bed. He was taut with anticipation. His Mistress had hinted at a special surprise. He turned his head to see what she was doing.

As she came into his field of vision he noticed an empty plastic water bottle in her hand. Or so he thought. She approached him and held the bottle to his face. “What do you think? ” she queried.

Inside the bottle was a solitary wasp angrily seeking escape. His breathing quickened. If he was right this was going to be very painful. She smiled an evil smile.“This will be fun for me. Perhaps less so for you.” She turned and while he could not see what she was doing he felt his dick being inserted into the opening of the water bottle and then being secured into place with tape.

“I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be fucked with a ridiculously swollen cock. I want to find out today.”

He could feel the wasp crawling over his cock in it’s frantic attempts at escape. His anxiety increased and he broke out in a cold sweat.

She stroked his balls and flicked the bottle with her nails every now and then to make sure the wasp stayed angry. He could feel the caged animal bump against him as it became ever more frantic. Then came a white hot searing pain as the wasp stung him on the underside of his penis. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before and he screamed and tore against the restraints. To no avail. He couldn’t get away. Could not escape his Mistress’ s crazy experiment. He could feel himself begin to swell, the wasp still moving about in the bottle and then it stung again. It was absolute agony and he screamed.

“Shush,” she admonished. “What will the neighbours think?”

He could hardly think for the pain, but to his relief he felt her beginning to cut away the bottle from his rapidly swelling cock.

“What have we here? Lifelike in every way except for size and the angry red colour.”

She giggled before crueĺly beginning to stroke him. He writhed and moaned and tried to pull away but it was no use.

“Stop. Please, please stop. I’ll do anything you want,” he begged. “You are already doing what I want.” she replied and continued to stroke him firmly. The pain was almost unbearable.

“Look at how huge you have become. I can barely wrap my hand around your girth. Let’s give it a try.” She hiked up her short skirt and straddled him. Then she lowered herself onto him. “Oh. It’s quite a novel sensation to feel so full, so stretched.” She sighed and began to fuck herself with his cock in earnest. He didn’t know how long it continued or how he got through it but eventually she climaxed with a satisfied moan and rolled off him. She turned to face him and kissed him deeply. “That was quite an experience, was it not?”

Bee-rotica: A beginner’s guide to insect sting fetishes is an interesting article on insect sting fetishes and can be found here.