Mexican Vacation

Things just weren't going the way Roger had planned. In fact,
things were going down right badly. It all started Friday morning when
he snuck into a small ranch house. The woman who lived in the house
had applied for a government job, a job that required a security
clearance. You see, Roger worked for the part of the government that
gave out the security clearances.
Roger's job was to sneak into the woman's house and hide. He
was supposed to watch what she did at home, see who she invited over,
listen to her phone conversations. He was to note what she ate and
drank, watch what she watched on TV, and find out about any drugs she
took, illegal or prescription. Roger was supposed to get all the
information on her general living habits that he could. He had to do
all this and not get spotted.
One would think living with a single woman for days and not
getting spotted would be next to impossible. It was easy for Roger. He
was only three inches tall.
Roger was born with the ability to shrink. At age ten when he
learned of his ability, he was captured by a gorgeous blonde named
Susan. Susan was Roger's first and only love, although it wasn't
mutual. She was twenty five at the time.
It was only one month after the death of Roger's parents in a
car accident when Susan took him from the boarding school he was put
into. He was lonely and confused and needed someone to bond with.
Susan was there for him. She trained him to control his powers. She
taught him discipline using techniques that otherwise would have had
her thrown in jail for corrupting the morals of a minor. She then
taught him to clear his mind so random thoughts didn't cause him to
shrink at inopportune times and so he would be able to grow back at
difficult times. Susan worked with Roger for two years before she
moved on to another shrinker, who incidentally was unable to grow back
at all.
Roger was heart broken when Susan left him. She moved on to
another department with her new tiny friend, and Roger was left in the
custody of another woman. She was older and attractive in her own way,
but she wasn't Susan.
For the next six years Roger was schooled and trained. On his
nineteenth birthday, he was sent on his first mission. All his missions
were similar. He gained access to someone's house and spied on them.
This current mission was his twentieth, and up until now, they all went
as planned.
This one should have been just as easy as the others. But as
it so happens it wasn't. Today Roger was spying on a single woman named
Rose. He took a bus early Friday morning to the end of her street.
Roger always used public transportation. It was the safest way not to
be spotted. He walked down the street, past two driveways, until he
found number 9 on a mail box. He walked up the short driveway, shrank
himself down to three inches tall, and after stashing his clothes, hid
inside the rolled up newspaper on the front porch. The first rays of
sunshine were just peeking over the eastern horizon as he entered his
hiding place, so he was confident that he went unnoticed.
It was a cool summer morning, but Roger wasn't cold. He learned
in his training how to stay warm when he was small. It was all a matter
of mind control and speeding up his heart rate. Of course, a large
amount of food was needed to accomplish this. Once he gained access
into the house, Roger could eat all he wanted.
After an hour wait, the giant front door opened and Roger
braced himself. His temporary shelter was transported into the house
and dropped on the sofa. He quickly ran out the end of the paper and
hid between the cushions. That was where he stayed until the woman
left the house for work. She took the morning paper with her. He did
not get a good look at her.
Roger took the day to acquiant himself with the house and find
good hiding places. Since he found his way into the pantry with plenty
to eat, he stayed small. Growing wasn't worth the risk of being spotted
through a window. It was shortly after seven when the woman came home.
Roger immediately new something was wrong.
He had seen pictures of the woman he was supposed to be spying
on and this woman was not her. Rose was a forty year old blonde. This
woman couldn't have been a day over thirty. She had long jet black
hair and was far more attractive than the woman in the photos Roger
had seen. This woman was obviously Hispanic, probably Mexican. From
across the room, she had a serious resemblance to Salma Hayek.
Roger watched from a bookshelf over the TV as the woman kicked
off her shoes and walked toward the TV. As she bent over to turn it on,
Roger saw just how black her hair actually was. When she stood back up,
he saw how beautiful she was. Her deep dark eyes set inside high
cheekbones and framed by her flowing black hair, gave her the look of
a sorceress. Her thick full lips added a subtle sensuousness to the
look.
Roger watched her from behind a Steven King paperback. It
looked to him that she was staring right back at him. He ducked back
behind the book and waited for it to move away from him. He was afraid
he might have been spotted already.
After thirty seconds, Roger peered around the corner of the
book. She was no longer in front of the book shelf. He snuck around
the book to get a better view of the room and saw the giant woman
walking into the kitchen. He saw her long black mane swaying as she
walked. It ended just above the most amazing rear end he ever saw
inside a skirt. From what he was able to see, it was full and round
and moved drastically from side to side. Ten seconds after she was out
of sight, Roger snapped out of the trance he was in.
Roger had to figure out if he was in the wrong house, and he
had to do it quickly. On a coffee table in front of the sofa was a
magazine. He figured it might have her name and address on it. He
climbed down and ran over to the table, but was unable to shimmy up
the polished wooden legs. He looked up at the sofa and knew he could
climb it, so up he went. As he reached the top of the cushion he heard
a noise and ran to the back of the sofa.
Roger was at the back of the cushion closest to the end table.
He wasn't able to read the magazine from that far away. He looked
around the room and saw no signs of the woman so he crept forward.
Slowly he made his way to the center of the cushion. He was very
nervous about being so far in the open. Normally he would stay well
hidden.
Still not able to see the address on the magazine, Roger went
further until he was at the edge of the cushion. He was finally able
to just barely make out the label. The label read Maria something or
other at number 19. Roger realized he was definitely in the wrong house
just as he saw motion through his peripheral vision. He froze. He was
concentrating so much on reading the magazine label that he didn't
hear Maria coming.
She walked over to the sofa rubbing her temples with one hand,
so she didn't see Roger standing there. In her free hand she had what
looked to Roger like a vodka and orange juice. She stood directly in
front of Roger facing away from him. Roger couldn't help but look up
under the woman's skirt to see her perfectly shaped full round bottom
wrapped in panty hose. It was the size of a two story house and Roger
was practically standing on the front porch.
As Maria bent over to grab the magazine, Roger began to step
backwards. He was so much in awe of the magnificent rear end in front
of him that he just couldn't get his legs moving fast enough. He
watched in growing horror as it moved towards him. He fell backwards
as it came over him and began its descent. He looked straight up and
saw the woman's crotch through her panty hose. Her pussy, smiling
through her matted mound of pubic hair, was descending on him. He
could do nothing but lie still and be smothered.
Maria gave a little wiggle as she settled onto her sofa. She
took a long sip of her drink. It was her third one already. She had
stopped off at a happy hour with some friends. After two drinks, she
got fed up with the steady stream of men trying to pick her up, and
went home. She figured that she'd get drunk by herself and watch TV.
She had no idea she had company.
Roger wasn't just being sat on. Maria's little wiggle had
forced him into her opening. He was wrapped on three sides by nylon
and surrounded by Maria's pussy. He knew he had to stay perfectly
still. Any movement on his part would cause Maria to feel him. He did
not want to be found. If he was caught by Maria and survived, he'd be
punished severely by the agency. Being found was just not a option. He
knew he could remain still for hours. He prayed that his rock hard
manhood wouldn't give him away.
It wasn't long before Roger was soaked with Maria's juices. He
tried to take a breath but the smell almost knocked him out. He tried
breathing through his mouth, but the wetness all around him went down
his throat. His eyes burned and the course pubic hairs were making him
itch, but he remained still. Although it didn't seem possible, things
could be worse. He could be stuck in a different orifice. To Roger,
this was only a temporary dilemma. Maria had to stand up sooner or
later. It turned out to be later.
It was an hour before Maria got up off the sofa. In that hour,
she read her magazine and watched TV. She didn't sit perfectly still
either. She moved her bottom all over the seat cushion, but Roger was
so far wedged, that there was no way he was coming loose. Roger had a
hard time believing that Maria didn't feel him. He came to the
conclusion that she was already drunk. He could almost taste the
alcohol in the juices that were permeating his eyes and mouth. He even
felt like he was getting drunk himself.
Roger was just beginning to worry that Maria was going to fall
asleep on the sofa when he felt his giant captress stand up. Once up,
Maria pulled at her stockings and Roger was free. He was free-falling
to the floor. He landed hard on his back. It hurt, but he knew nothing
was broken. The carpeting was actually quite thick. He was laying
between Maria's feet as she stood above him. He couldn't make a run
for it yet, not if he didn't want Maria to spot him.
Even though Roger wasn't wedged under Maria's vagina any more,
her smell was still all he could smell. It was in his nose and mouth.
The fishy aroma even lined the inside walls of his lungs. Roger
thought to himself that he'd be smelling Maria for days. Little did he
know how right he was.
Roger waited patiently for Maria to walk away. From where he
laid in proportion to her feet, Roger figured she would step over him
and not on him when she walked away from the sofa. Roger didn't take
into account the fact the she was drunk.
Roger watched as Maria's giant right foot rose up and moved
over him. That's when she stumbled. That same right foot came crashing
down on Roger like a million tons of foot flesh. It wasn't a glancing
blow either. Her arch landed square on top of him mashing him into the
long carpet fibers.
The air was instantly forced out of Roger's lungs. His whole
body felt like it was crushed. His mind was dazed, but he was alive
for the time being. He was winded and unable to refill his lungs with
air because his face was pressed into the underside of Maria's foot.
Maria stood with her full weight on Roger while she regained
her balance. Although it was less than a minute, it felt like hours to
Roger. The pressure on him was becoming unbearable and he desperately
needed oxygen. He knew he was not going to live much longer if Maria
didn't move. Roger was just reaching the point of passing out when
Maria's foot lifted off him and she walked into her bedroom.
Roger gasped as he tried to refill his lungs. His chest burned
with each breath he took. The lingering smell of Maria's vagina mixed
with the day old stench of her feet added nausea to Roger's list of
ailments. He laid in the thick carpeting for minutes with his chest
heaving in and out before the cobwebs in his head cleared. Roger
realized how lucky he really was. Had the ball or heel of Maria's foot
landed on him instead of the arch, he surely would not have survived.
He decided he had better try to move before Maria came back.
First he moved his head. His neck wasn't broken. Then he moved
both arms. He sat up. So far so good. He wiggled both legs.
Miraculously, nothing was broken. "Thank God", Roger said. "Now let's
get the hell out of here." It was when he tried to stand up that he
realized there was a problem. His legs were tied. The strands of
carpeting were so wrapped around his legs that there was no way he was
going anywhere.
As Roger tried to free his legs, he heard Maria coming back
into the room. She had made herself yet another screwdriver and was
heading back for the sofa. Not wanting to be seen moving, Roger laid
back down on his back. He laid perfectly still praying that Maria
wouldn't see him. Her eyes were fixed to the TV as she approached the
sofa.
Roger watched one size 34 thousand land a foot to his right and
the other land much closer on his left, so close that he felt the aura
the giant foot was giving off. After ten seconds of laying on the floor
petrified with Maria's giant big toe nudging his shoulder, Roger
realized that the aura he was feeling was actually the stench coming
off the foot and penetrating his skin. His nose told him that.
Roger spent another five minutes working up his nerve to sit
up and try to untie his legs. He finally found the necessary courage
and sat up. That was when the foot to his left, Maria's right foot
moved. It didn't actually just move. It lifted off the floor and moved
over top of Roger. Roger knew there was no way he would be able to free
his legs in time, so he laid back again and closed his eyes.
His eyes didn't stay closed long. What man under the same
circumstances wouldn't open his eyes and watch his fate unwind first
hand. Roger watched, and smelled, the giant foot descend on him. Never
before had Roger been in the situation where he saw things unfold in
slow motion until now. Maria's foot came down so slowly on him that
Roger was able to read every toeprint. Roger never thought that toes
would leave prints. In his grasping mind he saw giant police detectives
analyzing the prints on his squashed body, looking for the killer big
toe.
Roger watched as once again he was about to be squashed. Could
luck be on his side twice in less than ten minutes. He doubted it. He
laid still with his eyes fully open as the giant big toe landed just
above his head and to his right. The second toe landed just above his
head to the left. The deadly ball of the foot landed on top of Roger
from chest to ankles. His nose ended up pressed into the webbing
between her first two toes with his mouth under that webbing.
Roger's first response was fear, but when he felt how soft and
smooth the ball of Maria's foot was, he calmed down some. Sure it was
sweaty and cold, but as long as she didn't stand up, he should be able
to withstand it. After all, how long could a woman who had two drinks
too many keep her feet still. Roger figured she put them up on the
table soon so he could resume his efforts to free his legs.
What Roger didn't plan on was she'd go to sleep sitting on the
sofa, but she did. Roger's nose was so far imbedded in the flesh
between her toes that his nose was no good at all to him for breathing.
In fact, Maria's foot had Tom's head pinned backward in an extremely
uncomfortable angle.
Roger had to do all of his breathing through his mouth, Even
though it was also pressed into the bottom of Maria's foot. Unable to
use his nose, Roger didn't have to smell the foot that held him captive.
Instead he had to taste it. Not just in his mouth, but also in his
throat and even in his stomach.
After the first fifteen minutes, Roger felt sick. Ten minutes
later he wanted to puke. Susan taught Roger, years ago, how to get
through difficult situations using deep breathing. That obviously
wasn't going to work here. Clearing his mind and thinking about a calm
lake on a sunny spring day only worked for a couple of minutes at a
time, but he kept trying, only to be brought back to the reality of his
foul tasting torture.
Somehow though, Roger was indeed surviving. He figured it was
over an hour before Maria abruptly stood up. With the sudden pressure
on his torso and abdomen, Tom gave in to his gag reflex and threw up.
The worst part of it was, with the bottom of her toes covering his
mouth and nose, the vomit had no place to go.
Roger was held in place, gagging on a mouthful of vomit. His
throat and lungs were on fire, his throat from his own digestive juices,
his lungs from lack of air. Roger had thought dry heaves were bad.
Gagging on throw up while being smothered by a giant foot was much
worse.
After thirty long seconds, Maria regained her balance. She
was quite drunk now. Her feet then rocked forward as she began taking
a step. As the pressure on Roger's body decreased, it increased on
his face and head. The vomit was forced back down his throat into his
churning stomach where it didn't stay long.
Roger was able to turn his head to the side as Maria's toes
came off his face just fast enough so he didn't choke to death on the
entire contents of his digestive tract. He did, however, make a mess
of the rug next to his head. He continued to cough and wease for
minutes. When he stopped he no longer saw or heard Maria.
After Roger regained his composure, he sat up. Some burning
in his chest still remained, but otherwise he was unhurt. He tried to
stand but his legs were still tied down. He spent the next few
minutes frantically trying to free his legs. He assumed Maria went to
bed. The TV was off and the only light that remained on was the one
next to the sofa. Roger figured she left it on for security. Many
single women leave lights on when they go to bed. Roger figured wrong.
After finally freeing his legs, Roger stood up and turned
toward the kitchen. He froze in his tracks when he saw the bare feet
that minutes ago held him hostage. They were directly in front of
him. Roger took a deep breath and slowly looked up past the legs and
the skirt above him. He looked way up and saw a pair of naked breasts.
They were so big and firm, standing on their own over him, with
beautiful nipples the size of his head. Each nipple was centered in
perfect pink circles. Somehow Roger looked past Maria's magnificent
mammaries up to her face. Staring back at him were Maria's dark deep,
but wide open, eyes. He was spotted.
"Dios mio", she exclaimed with an expression of utter shock.
"Que tenemos aqui?"
Maria bent down so her head was directly between Roger and
the lamp. The light from the lamp glowed around her black hair giving
her the look of not an angel, but of a witch. The grin that slowly
formed where her open mouth was, reaffirmed the image.
As Roger watched Maria's hand reaching for him, he remembered
his training. Do not be seen. If you suspect that someone saw you,
but you weren't sure, freeze. Chances are they might not have. If you
are sure you've been spotted and that person is reaching for you,
run. As bad as it is to be seen, it is ten times worse to be captured.
Roger was sure he was about to be captured so he took off.
But because Maria was right on top of him when he fled, he didn't get
far. Her first grab at him failed. Roger successfully evaded the
drunken woman's long nailed fingers. He didn't evade the rest of her
body when she stumbled forward.
Roger looked over his shoulder as he ran to see Maria's hands
fly past him. He then saw her arms and face pass just over him. Then
he saw the giant nippled mountain landing on him. The last thing he
saw was the night sky above those mountains, full of stars.
Once again Roger was pinned. He was pinned this time by the
breast of his drunken assailant. Somehow in the last milliseconds of
Maria's fall, Roger spun his body around and landed on his back.
Roger was left winded by the impact of him hitting the ground and
Maria's nipple hitting him square in the chest. His face was left
buried under tons of tit which was under megatons of woman. In other
words, once again Roger needed to breathe badly but couldn't.
Maria regained her senses while lying on the floor. It wasn't
until after she rose on to her hands and knees, that Roger was able
to begin regaining his senses, and his breath. By the time he was
able to breathe normally and open his eyes, it was too late.
The first thing he saw was a giant nipple so close to his
face that he had a hard time focusing on it. He could see nothing
else from side to side but soft tan flesh. He watched the pink nipple
move to his left then come back towards him and wollup him one on
the side of the head. He shook that one off and watched the nipple
shake as its owner giggled. He watched the nipple move the other way
so Roger braced himself for another impact. He wasn't disappointed.
This one was harder than the first and was followed by a more earth
shattering giggle.
After a couple more teasing assaults, the giant nipple moved
down his body and out of sight making contact with him the whole way.
That was the first time in hours that Roger felt his manhood come
back to life.
Roger looked over his head and saw a set of giant lips come
into view. They settled over him, again inches from his face. They
closed and formed into a soft pucker. The bottom lip was twice his
diameter. Roger wondered what was next. He figured he'd soon taste
the alcohol on the lips. He could sure smell it. He wondered what he
tasted like at this point.
Roger watched as the set of lips made contact with his face.
They were warm and smooth, but tasted horribly of used vodka. Still,
Roger was able to survive a long wet kiss. He lied motionless
enjoying the feel of Maria's tender inner lips on his face. Slowly
he noticed the kiss turn into a suck. The suck drew his face deeper
and deeper into Maria's vast lips. Although his hard-on wasn't
subsiding, Roger was beginning to panic. He felt his head break
through the inside of Maria's lips and he began to struggle. Her
lips were now around his chest and he felt the coarseness of Maria's
tongue on his face. The sucking continued as he was pulled inward.
Roger screamed in utter terror as his face moved along the tongue.
Never in his training had they prepared him for this. The surface of
Maria's tongue grew smoother as he moved away from the tip. His
raging manhood was now engulfed in smooth lower lip. Roger felt the
lip quiver as he struggled against it. It was more than he could
take. Despite his terror of being swallowed, he stiffened like a
board and felt his groin explode. He buried his face in the writhing
muscle, wrapped his arms around it and went with the flow. As Roger
felt wave after wave of energy flow through him, his fear turned to
a kind of love for his drunken captress. It had been long years since
anyone did this to him.
Roger regained his senses to find himself in total darkness
lying completely on Maria's tongue. He was no longer afraid. He
resigned himself to whatever Maria had in store for him. If she
swallowed him whole, so be it. His life sucked anyway. He was lonely
and unable to have a relationship with a woman. He could handle the
few minutes of burning pain as his body disintegrated in Maria's
stomach. She had so much alcohol in her stomach, he probably wouldn't
feel anything anyway.
Maria had Roger face down on her tongue with his back pressed
against the roof of her mouth. Her tiny prisoner laid still as she
moved her tongue front to back against him. She had to continually
fight off the urge to swallow him. She imagined what it would feel
like to have his struggling body slowly slide down her throat, his
hands grasping with nothing but smooth esophagus to cling to. She
wanted the sensation of his life being absorbed into her body as he
slowly dissolved. Maria in her drunken state, couldn't take it
anymore. She closed her eyes, put her head back, and swallowed.
The feel of Roger going down was better than Maria imagined.
It seemed to her that Roger went down in slow motion. She felt his
tiny struggles all the way down, from her uvula to the bottom of her
esophagus. It was when she felt his violent struggles inside her
stomach, that she regained her senses and realized what she had done.
Maria instantly felt violently ill. She ran into her bedroom sure she
was going to throw up. She ran into the bathroom, threw open the
toilet seat, and vomited.
While Roger was on Maria's tongue, he was still in the calm
after-moments of an orgasm. As he approached her throat, his calm
began to ebade. Fear took over. He no longer wanted to be taken out
of his misery. He wanted to live. He fought for his life as he slid
down Maria's gullet. His fighting didn't help him, it only slowed
down the inevitable. He landed in a dark churning ocean that
immediately set his body on liquid fire. He prayed his death would
be quick.
Roger only struggled for seconds before the sea he was
dissolving in shot upward like the insides of a volcano. Roger was
propelled upward with the torrent of liquid. He was unable to open
his eyes, but felt himself bounce off the roof of Maria's mouth
before he was free falling again. He landed with a splash in cold
water. The force of the stream he was in sent him far under the
surface. The cold water felt good against his burning skin. He
slowly righted himself and swam for the surface.
Roger poked his head through the surface and took a breath.
The air smelled horrible but it was breathable. He tried to open his
eyes to see where he was, but they burned too much. He had a good
idea he was in the toilet bowl. He treaded water, or whatever else
he was in, and waited for Maria to grab him. It wasn't a long wait.
Maria instantly felt better. She waited patiently for her
new little toy to break the surface. She had never seen anything
like a tiny man before. She had to find out where he came from. When
she saw his head clear the surface, she reached in and grabbed it.
She immediately put him in the sink and turned on the faucet. She
grabbed the soap and gave him a combination bath-shower. When she
finished, she set him aside next to the sink and cleaned herself up.
After his bath, Roger was able to see again. Although still
in the company of his giantess, Roger thought this might be a good
time to try to grow back to size and get the hell out of there. He
tried to clear his mind, but it was just not happening. He knew he
would be at this beautiful Latino woman's mercy for a bit longer.
 

Once in the open, Roger focussed in on his new surroundings.
Not only was he still on the plane, he was in the bathroom. It took
him longer than it should have to realize where he was. He remembered
airplane bathrooms to be cramped little boxes. From his perspective,
this was no cramped little box. Roger didn't look at the decor of
the bathroom for long. Maria quickly held him before her face. Once
again, Roger was reminded of his captress's beauty.
"Lo siento, pero te nessesito", she said to him. There was a
line outside and Maria had to hurry. "You have made me so horny. I
need to put you in mi chocha."
Roger knew that word. He just couldn't remember what it
meant. As Maria lowered him to her crotch, Roger's memory was
refreshed. Again he screamed and struggled. Again it did him no
good. With her left hand, Maria parted her pussy lips. With her
other hand she deposited Roger feet first in her vagina. She pushed
him in until only his head stuck out. Roger felt the slippery seal
close around his neck. He couldn't see through Maria's dark thick
mound of pubic hair.
Maria stood all the way up and adjusted her panties. She
left the bathroom and smiled to the older lady next in line. She
shuddered as she found her seat. It was time for her to have some
serious fun.
Upon reaching her seat, Maria closed her eyes and put her
head back. Roger's movements were making her feel wild. She wanted
this to last a while. She still had three hours in the air. She knew
that she could make it last the entire remainder of the trip. Roger
wouldn't enjoy it much, but that was his problem. He broke into her
home. She didn't invite him in.
Maria was getting too excited too fast. She nonchalantly
reached down and pushed Roger the rest of the way inside her vagina.
She then clamped down tightly and Roger's movements stopped. After
she regained herself, she loosened her hold on tiny Roger so he could
stimulate her some more. After a couple of minutes when she couldn't
take it anymore, she once again squeezed her vaginal muscles pinning
Roger in place. This continued to Maria's delight for hours.
Maria was sitting with her head back and her eyes closed
enjoying herself immensely when she heard the captains voice. She
slowly came back down to reality to find they were on their final
descent. She couldn't believe it. She had made this trip numerous
times. Never had the time gone by so fast, not even on the flights
she was able to sleep. Maria inadvertently found the cure for boredom
on airplane flights. Too bad she couldn't find more little men and
market her idea.
Half an hour later, Maria stood outside the airport waiting
for her cab. Roger was still deep inside her struggling. The poor
fellow had been at it for hours. She figured he must be having a
horrible time in there. Maria's long walk from the terminal to the
baggage claim was a tough one. She knew she was walking funny. It
seemed to her that people were staring. It had to be her imagination.
Maria didn't have to wait long for her cab. Cabs in Mexico
City are a dime a dozen. Once in the cab, she did have to wait.
Traffic around the airport was bad. Maria didn't mind. She didn't
want to put her head back on the dirty seat, but she did anyway.
She'd take a shower when she reached her mother's house. Maria closed
her eyes and picked up where she left off on the plane. She wanted
to enjoy every minute of her new found entertainment while she could.
She knew she had to take Roger out soon, for his own benefit. She
thought where else she could put him that would equal the pleasure.
She came to the conclusion that nowhere else on her body could she
put Roger to equal the joy she was experiencing now.
The cabby tried to make conversation with Maria, but she
ignored him, so he shut up and drove the cab. Thirty minutes later,
he pulled up to Maria's destination. She paid him and went toward
the house. Her mother met her at the door. "Felice cumpleanos, mama",
Maria said to her as she gave her a hug and entered the house.
Tomorrow was her birthday.
"Gracias Maria", she responded as she gave her oldest
daughter a huge hug. They talked for a while before Maria went
upstairs to shower. She missed her mother but wanted to go see her
old bedroom badly. She was so horny from having Roger inside her,
she needed to relieve herself badly.
Poor Roger had been squeezed and twisted by Maria's vagina
for hours. He was exhausted. He wanted to get out and go to sleep.
When he finally felt Maria's fingers grab his face and pull, he
regained some hope. Maria pulled him most of the way out by his head.
He was pretty slippery so there wasn't much resistance. She stopped
pulling when only Roger's feet were still inside her pussy lips.
The small amount of hope Roger was feeling made a u-turn.
Maria placed Roger's face against her clit and laid down on
her childhood bed. She then proceeded to kneed Roger's face into her
clit with her fingers. Harder and harder she rubbed. Roger felt
megatons of womanhood quivering against him. Maria was very rough
with Roger. She still showed no concern for his well being. By the
time Maria erupted, Roger was out cold. He had no idea that with his
help, Maria had the most severe orgasm she ever gave herself. Maria
then laid on her side and, with Roger's dormant body once again
trapped against her nether region, went to sleep.
Maria slept for two hours before getting up and jumping into
the shower. Roger was still out cold. Since he also needed a shower,
Maria decided to use him as her soap. She lathered up his tiny body
between her hands and rubbed Roger down her leg, around one foot,
over to the next foot, and back up her other leg. She then lathered
him up again and cleaned her rear end. The feel of his tiny slippery
face cleaning her asshole gave Maria the shivers. After another
lathering and a thorow cleansing of her crotch, Maria started on her
upper body.
Maria was washing her left breast when Roger woke up. She
felt him begin to struggle between her fingers. He was gasping for
breath. The soap was obviously burning his eyes, but as usual Maria
didn't care. She continued on with her shower. "So my little amigo
no does like soap", Maria giggled as she reached for the shampoo.
"Maybe he likes to wash my hair instead."
The next ten minutes were not too enjoyable for Roger, not
like the last ten were much better, or the twenty or so hours before
that. Roger thought his eyes burned earlier. That was nothing
compared to what Maria's liquid Prell was doing to them now, not to
mention the taste. At least, Roger thought, the taste of Maria's
various orifices would be out of his mouth. Just like every other
situation with Maria, Roger survived and the shower soon ended.
Maria dried herself and Roger off, dressed, and placed Roger in her
ample cleavage. This gave Roger a chance to collect his thoughts.
Roger knew that if he didn't grow back before the following
morning, he might never grow back again. He began formulating plans
of escape in his mind. He came up with a few possibilities, but each
one needed Maria to momentarily forget about him while he was in the
open. So far, that hadn't happened.
Roger felt Maria walk downstairs. He realized that for once
he was actually enjoying himself. He knew not to enjoy too much
because it wouldn't be long before Maria was torturing him again
with her fantastic body. When they reached the first floor, Roger
heard Maria speak. Her voice from inside her cleavage was deeper and
sexier and emanated from all around him. Roger felt the vibrations
of Maria's Spanish words inside his bones.
He didn't know what Maria was saying, but from the two hugs
he was able to endure, Roger guessed Maria had two sisters. One was
named Aide. The other was Consuelo. Consuelo was the better endowed
of the two sisters, but Maria seemed to have them both beaten.
Roger sat still deep in Maria's cleavage. His temporary home
was tight but very comfortable. Actually, he was afraid to move. He
did not want Maria to remember him and pull him out. Maria's two
sisters didn't sound any nicer than Maria.
The three women sat for over an hour catching up on their
lives. They obviously began drinking because their voices grew
louder and demeanor grew harsher. Maria's, as well as her sister's,
laughter grew more frequent, much to Roger's pleasure. But the more
fun the three sisters had, the more nervous Roger became.
Finally Senora Lopez called the girls in for supper. Roger
couldn't believe the day had gone so fast. He felt panic in the pit
of his stomach again. He was slowly running out of time. If only
Susan hadn't deserted him when he was younger, and finished his
training, he'd know what to do. Roger taxed his memory trying to
conjure up a vision of Susan who had taken him under her wing, but
it had been too long. Although Roger hadn't seen Susan in over eight
years, she was still his only love, no matter where she was or what
she was doing.
Maria's sudden movement brought Roger back to the present.
He remembered he hadn't eaten in hours. Luckily Maria also remembered.
As she ate, she dropped tiny fragments of food down her shirt to
Roger. Roger thankfully gulped down what he was given and was soon
full. So was Maria. Supper was over. So was Roger's enjoyment.
After dinner, Maria felt it was time to share her wealth.
When the three sisters, along with their mother, were sitting on the
sofa with drinks in hand, Maria decided it was time.
Aida and Consuelo watched the facial expression of the sister
they hadn't seen in over a year change. They watched in amazement as
their older sister took on a sinister look. Even Roger felt the
change in atmosphere. His gulp was almost loud enough for Maria to
hear. "I have something to share with you", Maria said in Spanish as
her thumb and forefinger entered her blouse. "You may play with my
new toy, but I want him back unharmed."
Roger rose from Maria's cleavage by his head. He had a giant
thumb over his right ear with a giant forefinger over his left. The
first things he focused on once he cleared Maria's cotton blouse
were two open mouths. Maria's two sisters looked dumbfounded.
Both mouths closed and Roger realized beauty ran in the
family. Aida and Consuelo were almost as drop dead gorgeous as their
sister. Roger felt a moment of pride. The women in front of him were
strikingly beautiful, but his woman left them in the dust. Again
Roger was reminded how happy he could be with Maria if only she were
more gentle with him.
The fear Roger experienced most of the weekend was returning
when he saw Maria's sisters with their hands out. They obviously
wanted a piece of him. For the first time, Roger wanted to stay with
Maria. Although she was rough with him, he was still alive. Roger
felt himself move away from Maria. The aura he was getting used to
was moving away from him and a new, but strikingly similar one was
entering his world.
Consuelo had never felt power like this before. She worked
at a bank in Mexico City and had men working for her, but never in
her life had she felt so much in control. She squeezed tiny Roger
and felt an uncontrollable sensation in her groin. A little more
pressure and his meaningless life was over. Maria read her thoughts
and had to talk Consuelo back to reality. "How much fun would he be
to us if you squashed him right away", she said to her sister. "Let's
play with him first."
"What should I do with him?", Consuelo asked.
"Just enjoy the feeling", Maria answered. "Then when the
feeling begins to wear off, put him between your tits or between
your legs. There is no limit to the enjoyment a tiny man can bring
you."
"But where did you get him?", Aide asked not to be left out.
"That's my business", Maria answered. "Go upstairs and have
some fun with him", she said to Consuelo. "But don't kill him. Your
sister wants a chance, and I need him for the plane ride home."
Consuelo ran upstairs with Roger. That gave Maria a chance
to talk to her baby sister. "So how's your visa coming?"
"It should be approved within the month."
"That's great. What about your sister's"
"The same. Do I get a turn with your friend", Aide asked.
"If you're old enough", Maria answered. "How old are you now?"
"I'm nineteen."
"Are you still a virgin?"
"Of course I am. You know me better than that."
"Good", Maria finished. "My tiny friend can be your first.
Just make sure you wash him off after Consuelo finishes with him.
God knows what diseases she has picked up." Aide laughed as Maria
headed towards the bathroom. She couldn't wait for her turn. Maria,
although she loved her sisters, was second guessing the fact that
she was sharing her personal treasure. She quickly got over the
feeling. Just thinking about Roger's suffering at the hands of her
horny sisters made it all worth while. The thought of returning back
to the US with her new toy and having him for the rest of her life
put her whole existence in perspective. She felt like the luckiest
woman on the face of the Earth. Little did Maria know that her life
would soon take a turn for the worse.
For the rest of the week Maria shared Roger with her
sisters. She even let her mother have a couple of turns. It was the
least Maria could do for her mother since it was her fifty fifth
birthday. Mrs. lopez tentavely enjoyed Roger although she was
nowhere as aggressive with him as her daughters were. No matter who
used Roger, Maria always saw to it that Roger ended up the night
with her. She felt obligated to share him with her family as long as
they remembered who he belonged to. As for Roger, his vacation to
Mexico had a few ups and many many downs.
Finally it was time for Maria to return home. She said her
good-byes. She told her sisters that she'd see them soon in the
states. She tucked Roger away in her dark smelly dress boot and
hopped in her cab headed for the airport. Like the flight home,
Maria grew so exited feeling Roger under her foot that she once
again went to the bathroom and switched him to her pussy. Upon
returning to her seat, she slept with a smile on her face for the
rest of the flight home. When the plane landed and Maria felt she
couldn't take Roger anymore where he was, she stopped off in the
ladies room and once again transferred poor Roger to his smelly
under foot service.
While Maria waited for her luggage, she thought she saw a
couple men in dark suits watching her. When she looked again, they
were gone. She shrugged it off. It was late and Maria just wanted to
go home and go to bed. She was tired but she figured she just might
have enough energy left for a little sex with Roger. As she waited
impatiently for her luggage, she empathized with poor Roger. She
also was in an uncomfortable situation, being held against her will
with no control over the length of her wait. She chuckled as her
suitcase rolled down the rollers. Her wait was over. Too bad Roger's
wasn't.
Although tired, Maria felt in control of her life. Thanks to
someone's screw up at the CIA, she would never be bored again. She
was on top of the world as she exited the airport, until two men
grabbed her from behind and escorted her into a car parked at the
curb. It all happened so fast that Maria didn't even have time to
struggle.
Once inside the car, Maria began to fight. She began a tirade
in Spanish that wasn't legible in any language. One of the men
physically held her arms down while the other shot a sedative into
her arm. In seconds Maria was out.
Roger had no clue what was going on. Of course he knew he
was back inside Maria's right boot. He knew he was having a nasty
time. He also knew the plane had landed and they were at the airport.
He felt the long walk from the terminal to the baggage claim. He
experienced Maria's impatient wait for her luggage while she ground
his body into the sole of her shoe relentlessly. He survived the
increased pressure on his face by her toes as she reached for her
bag. He even knew she was carrying her luggage with her right arm.
What he didn't know was what happened after that.
All of a sudden the foot Roger was under began to move
violently. He felt his stomach move to his head then down to his
feet and back again in a matter of milliseconds. The motion didn't
stop there. Roger felt Maria's foot stomp into something, shake from
side to side, and stomp again. Maria was obviously struggling
violently. The fight, which actually was over in ten seconds left
Roger winded and feeling nauseous. When it finally ended and Roger
regained his senses, His shoe prison was motionless. The continuous
toe prodding he had put up with all week long was gone.
Roger realized he was in a moving car. He was slowly getting
sleepy. At first he thought it was from the car's gentle vibration,
but he had a feeling there was more to it than that. He began
tasting something different in Maria's toe sweat. The stronger the
taste got, the more tired Roger became. The hum from the car's motor
stopped. Roger felt a rising and heard a car door slam. He was
almost sure Maria was being carried. He felt his world swaying
gently. If only he wasn't so tired, he'd know for sure what was
happening.
Roger felt Maria's foot come to rest. Roger fought the sleep
overtaking him. He wanted to sleep, but he also wanted to know what
was going on. In the back of his mind he prayed he might be getting
rescued. Roger felt Maria's wet smelly foot begin to move out of the
boot. He fought for everything he was worth to stay awake. As Maria's
foot left the boot and light fell into the opening, Roger realized
what was happening. She had been drugged. The drugs made their way
to her sweat glands.
As Roger's eyelids grew too heavy to keep open, Roger felt
himself fall out of the boot and land on his back on a resilient
surface. He instantly felt a pleasant aura that he recognized. With
a last stitch effort he opened his eyes and saw a giant face looking
down on him that he hadn't seen in years. "Susan", he whispered as
sleep overtook him.
Roger awoke and instantly felt wonderful. He was still tiny,
but for the first time in days he was fully clothed. He felt clean
and refreshed. In front of him was a tray of tiny food. It wasn't a
tray of mashed up big food either. It was a miniature steak and
baked potato with two ears of corn on the cob. It didn't take Roger
long to wolf down his meal.
"Looks like you were starving", came a female voice that
startled Roger so badly he ended up on his bottom. "So, Roger, how
have you been?"
"Susan", Roger yelled as he jumped up onto his feet. "You
rescued me."
Susan walked over to the table Roger was on and picked him
up. He reveled in the feel of her soft hands. He looked at her face.
Everything about her was even more beautiful than he remembered.
"Don't worry", she whispered to him. "You're safe now. I know you
lost your ability to grow back. I'll be taking care of you again."
"But what about that other guy you were taking care of?"
"He moved on. I'm all yours." Roger was ecstatic.
"Will I be punished?", he asked.
"Haven't you been punished enough already?"
Roger nodded. "So what happened to Maria?", he asked. Now
that the ordeal was over, he felt like it was just a dream with a
happy ending.
"She's getting a taste of her own medicine right now. Her
visa has been terminated and she'll be returning back to Mexico as
soon as her punishment is over. You must tell me everywhere she had
you."
Roger looked away from Susan in embarrassment. Susan forced
his head back in her direction with her thumb. "Did she put you in
her vagina", she asked. Roger nodded. "I thought so. Where else?"
Roger didn't have to answer this time. Susan read his face. "She put
you up her ass?" Susan was appalled.
Now that it was out of he bag, Roger decided to tell all.
"She swallowed me whole and threw me up into the toilet. She shoved
me up her ass for a whole night and then shit me out into the toilet
again the next morning. She wore me in her dark smelly sweaty boots
for hours and hours, and I spent more time in her pussy than I spent
out in the open. I hope you shove her so far up you own rear end
that she dissolves."
Susan laughed. "I won't go that far, but I assure you that
by the time she reaches her mother's house in Mexico City, she'll be
crazier than she is now. That reminds me. Did her sisters use you?"
"They used me all right", Roger answered.
"Their visas have been cancelled for good", Susan said.
"Neither one will ever see this country." Susan planted a long soft
kiss on Roger and put him gently inside her cleavage. Roger was back
where he belonged. He was happier than he'd been in years.
Susan walked out of the building and headed for her car. She
too looked forward to her upcoming time with Roger. Roger made
himself comfortable and closed his eyes. As he was lulled to sleep
by Susan's steady heartbeat, he was sure he heard muffled Spanish
and a scream each time Susan stepped down with her right foot.

THE END