Emmersons 1

By Crocodile

Hello folks! I figured it was time I gave a little back to the community that had given me so
much. Whith the kind permission of Gator, I present: THE EMERSONS.

If you are easily offended by graphic sexual content or are a minor, please be kind and leave
now.

We begin in a average middle class home that you would find in any suburban neighboorhood.
Nicely cropped lawns whith the occasional bicycle lying on its side in front of a lazy shaded
porch. Postmen delivering mail, paperboys going about their routes, and huge old maple trees
defying the summer breeze standing proud amidst their swaying leaves.
We focus on a normal 2 storied house, 2630 Pine Street to be precise. It has all of the regular
amenities you would expect to find, a nylon flag embossed with a smiling summer sun face hanging
off the front porch post, yellow tulips bordering white painted walls, and a four doored minivan
parked in the driveway just to the right. Let's become invisible and silent so that we may
travel undetected through the front door of this peaceful Varnholmian establishment, to learn a
little about the inhabitants of this proud starsystem, coming off a victorious alliance with the
federation over Deluthia. As we penetrate the inner rooms of this house we are startled by the
loud shouting of a mature lady's voice.
"Damn it Stacy, I knew I shouldn't have left you alone whith the portasizer. I've stomped 3
Deluthians already and I've seen plenty more scurrying about. Now hand it over".
"But Mom".
"Don't mom me little girl. Now how many have you grown"?! Stacy put on her best I'm a neglected
7 year old look. "A few".
"How many Stace". The young girl with the blond pig tails lowered her head, pulled in her lower
lip, and muffled, "But they tricked me Mom. One of them who I grew spoke our language and said
all her friends wanted to come out and play with me, so I grew a hole bunch of them, but after I
got out about forty or fifty they started running away".
"Forty or Fifty". Jane blared.
"I tried to catch them Mom. See look, I caught these here". Stacy lifted her cupped hands off
the foor to revealing 4 tiny 3inch beings all packed together in a small mound. Jane just
ignored her daughters jesture and spoke.
"If they get out of this house and someone finds them, it won't take long before they discover
were they came from and we'll all go to jail Stace. Do you want that"? Stacy was whipping up
some tears. She didn't understand the concept of jail yet, but she did understand the
implications of a pissed off Mom. "Now go to your room right now missey and don't come down
until you're ready to find the rest of them".
Stacy ran out of the living room crying all the way up the stairs. Jane watched in mock anger.
She really wasn't as mad as she was letting on, but Stacy had to learn to be responsible with
the portasizer. To be honest, Jane was starting to enjoy the role of the Giant Huntress,
stocking her prey as she cleaned the house. She looked down at the 4 tiny beings that Stacy had
been relentlessy teasing for the past twenty odd minutes. They had stood in in frozen terror as
the 2 giantesses argued, holding each other and their broken limbs, with a missing article of
clothing here and there. It was donning on them that they were better off with the mischievous
bratt than with the deadly angry mother.
To the left of where they stood was the small glass cube that had inprisoned them and a large
portion of the town they came from. The inmates of the cube looked longingly at the now giant
sized escapies, but the envy didn't last long.
Jane turned the dial on the portasizer, and pushed the red button aiming it at the poor luckless
souls. In a flash they disappeared into the carpet. For good measure Jane placed a tan nylon
clad slippered foot over the area were the Deluthians had been standing as she bent over to pick
up the enemy cube. "You little bastards thought you could trick my innocent little daughter did
you? Well take this! Jane spat into the cube. The people whom had come out of the buildings to
try their luck at conning the giant girl hadn't enough time to realize the intentions of the
mother and escape.
A glob of saliva as large as a firehouse shot from the angry gargantuan lady's lips at an
amazing speed. No one in it's path even had a chance. It slammed the ground and people so hard
that it created a crater as if it were a meteorite. Rounded globules smacked into bystanders
encasing them in elastically stong liquid coffens. When the mayham died down a little, the
strong pungent oder of Janes mouth permeated the air as the acids in her saliva began to slowly
liquidfy the entombed victoms, whose desperate drowning strugles became less and less spirited.

Part 2

As Jane straightened to stand again the front door opened. Penny nonchalantly entered the house
with a green bookbag slung over her shoulder. "Hi Mom". "And where have you been all evening"?
"Studying with Teena". Piped Penny as she continued through the living room. "Look Penny I need
your help gathering up the Deluthians that are running all over the house". Penny didn't hear
anything after the word-help-,she just spouted off her usual rebuttle midway through her
mother's sentence. "Can't Mom, got an algebra exam tomorrow. Jane was left by herself standing
in the middle of the living room.

Jane was left a thirty something widow from the war with Deluthia. She had shoulder length sandy
blond hair. Blue eyes with a tanning wrinkle here and there. At 5'10'' she had a nice meduim
build, not thin but definitely not fat. She had a well rounded behind and two gloriously large
breasts to compilment it.

She had originally bought the cube to exact revenge upon a hated foe, but quickly learned the
entertainment value of such an item for the family. Stacy found endless hours of fun with the
cube inhabitants and this would keep her out of Jane's hair. The cube had a simular effect on
Penny, who would slink off with a male captive to her room not to resurface for days, only to
gather another one up and disappear again. What a crafty way for her daughter to learn about the
birds and the bees, she mused. Upon the cleaning of Penny's room, she would occasionally find a
lifeless body that Penny had fogotten to sneak into the outdoor garbage. They would be lying
underneath a pile of used tissues, stiff as boards from the dried vaginal fluids that covered
their bodies. Jane really couldn't fault her. After all, she had her own private stock of young
studs tucked safely away in a jewelry box below a pile of her old dress shoes. To be on the safe
side, however; she kept her bedroom door locked these days. But, enough of this personal
reflection, it was time for her to put the cube back on the mantle and stomp some enemy ass.

As Penny rounded the corner to go to her room, she heard ogling noises coming from Grandma
Willupy's room. It had the sound of a mother playing with a baby. Out of curiosity, she opened
the door just a crack to sneak a peek. Grandma was so obsorbed in her little game with her
helpless victim, that she wouldn't have noticed Penny even if she went into her purse on the
dresser to sneak her money out again. "Gitche, Gitche, Gitche Goo"! The poor guy cluched in the
grip of the giant old monster heaved and bucked to get away from the foot long nail that dug
into his side. Grandma Willupy watched the young man's futile attempts to escape her grip with
enamored amusement. As she continued to administer the playful torture, she recalled all of the
young hoodlums that had simply brushed her to the side as she strolled through the supermarkets
over the years. It was payback time as she pondered his fate. Would she simply tickle this one
to death, or find some demeaning task for him to perform, like the scrubing of her dentures.
"I'm going to keep tickling you. Yes I am, I'm going to tickle you senseless. Tickle, Tickle,
Tickle, Tickle,...".

Penny silently pulled the door shut. She couldn't bear the site anymore. I'd hate to be that
guy, she thought as she continued down the hall to her room.

Part 3

Eric heard the building sized door open, followed by the thunderous footfalls. She was home
again. He heard a huge cachunk sound and forced himself to look out of the glass prison he was
in, which would have been a half gallon fish bowl if he were their size. She had just lowered
her bookbag and was slinging off her penny loafers. She had a stupid look of excitment on her
face as her eyes zeroed in on her tiny lover. He watched with fearful fascination as she slowly
eased her jeans to the floor. Watching him to see if he was watching her, she pulled her t-shirt
over her head and let it drop to the floor. Revealing a slim, tanned, brown eyed girl, standing
in nothing more than a pair of white cotton panties dotted with red hearts matching a b-cup
sized bra. She lifted her hands to the back of her head to remove a hair brett from her long
brown ponytail, but changed her mind in midstride and lowered her arms to her sides again. After
all, she didn't want her hair getting in the way of her daily ritual. Penny slowly approached
the fish tank. Eric's eyes grew as large as saucers as he fearfully began to backpedal until his
back was halted by a 4 inch thick wall of glass.

Penny absolutely loved doing this to her tiny toys. The strange giddy feeling of role reversal
as she asserted her 16 year old will upon those scared out of their mind, adult men. Penny, the
Giant Goddess forcing tough burly looking brutes to paint her toe nails as she gabbed on the
phone to her friends. Men who she would have been totally afraid of in the normal world, reduced
to shaking wreaks in the soft palm of her hand. It was amazing how easy it was to tear down all
the macho walls by simply holding one over a gaping mouth or twisting a little arm or leg in a
direction it wasn't accustomed to turning, and the nonconsentual sex she would have with them
drove her to higher orgasms than she had previously concieved possible.

Penny was now looming over the tank. She bent down putting her hands on her knees, presenting a
condensending smile one gives to a squirrel that darts away for it's life.

"Are we ready to have some fun today little one"? She began to reach a slender hand with pink
nail polish into the tank. With this, she noticed a new wave of fear and panick wash over her
captive, making her feel all the more superior and gooey inside.

Maybe she would just tease this one today. Maybe she would lick every square inch of his body
until he shined, preparing him for the inevitable plunge between her legs. Maybe she would do
both. Ahh..decisions, decisions.

Part 4

Jerry's girlfriend was named Lady Luck. Born in a rich family, put through the finest schools,
landing the best CEO positions, driving the best cars, and sleeping with the fairest ladies.
Tall, handsome, intelligent, rich, famous, and did I forget to say Lucky.
He along with the other escapees of the cube were hiding in all of the cracks and crevices that
the first floor of the Emerson's house had to offer. It was he who had started the panicked run
from the cube in order to obtain the temporary freedom that he and a few others were now
sharing. Maybe more people could have been unwittingly lifted to safety by the foolish young
girl if he would have waited a little longer to make his break, but looking out for number one
had been a finely honed skill that he had perfected on his charmed rise to the top of Deluthian
society. An extremely beautiful lady had tried to follow him in to the huge rocket hanger sized
room that he had ran towards and was trying with much difficulty to keep up as she fell futher
and further behind him in her high heels. Jerry knew it would be easy to give her the slip as he
rounded the corner of a huge white porcelain toilet.
"Wait." He heard her call behind his shoulder, but waiting for her was the last civil notion on
his mind. He knew a lot of Varnolmian woman on this planet whom he had given the pleasure of his
presence on more that one occasion and with a little of his unprecedented luck, would probably
find them and get himself re-enlarged to his former statuesque glory. But firt things first. To
ditch the lady whom could only impede his progress.
He rounded the behind of the porcelain throne and snuck up to the other side of the front. When
the beautiful lady in the tan low cut dress followed to the back of the toilet he made good his
slip and began running back in the direction of the door that they had originally passed
through. A grin formed on his lip as he admired his cunning now running towards the direction of
the house's front door. "This is the direction I should have ran in the first place" he thought.
"Ahh silly silly women." He would have more to decieve in the future in order to make his
comeback to the top of the good life.
He hadn't left the bathroom yet when he noticed something on the floor level that had not been
there before. They were "TOES." He said out loud in shock. Dead ahead about 30 feet. The tan
nylon encased toes were flowing out of the front of a white pair of house slippers. Jerry
stopped in his tracks. Above the Limousine sized feet were a nice slender pair of ankles.
Further up past the shins were the knees began was a white house cleaning smock. A hand on each
hip, one clasping a cleaning rag. A light blue house shirt jutted out of the smock, above that,
a menacing smile.
Jerry was dead and both of them knew it.
"This can't be, this can't be! I've got too much to live for." He thought. Adrenaline began
squirting through his veins. An uncomfortable warmth of fear engulfed every cell of his body. He
fell to his knees, legs being too weak to support. All of the treats in life that he had tasted
when others had starved were about to end. The unparalleled fear was now joined by an equally
intense feeling of want. A want to live.
Jerry placed his hands on his chest balling them in a pleading embrace. Tears of desperation and
longing streamed down his face. "Please Giant lady. Don't kill me. Please I'll do anything.
Please. Please let me live, oh please, please, pleeeease. The proud snob lay on his belly
prostrated with arms fully extended reaching out for mercy. Hearing no terms or conditions for
leniency the sniveling wreck looked up for an answer from his towering judge.
Jane had been smiling all the while. She had wittnessed this pathetic display of self
preservation a few times aready today, but still couldn't get over how cute the little bugers
looked when they groveled on the ground before her feet. It looked like this one was beggining
to show signs of fatigue through its stress and wouldn't have much time before it shut down in
to a comatose state, like a couple others had done. Besides, she had a whole bathroom of
polishing to tend to. The little enemy snot looked up at her.
Jerry saw through the tears a womaly smile change to a scowl. In a blur of a second, the hips
shifted and a slipper raised high in to the air. Red stains were visible on the underside of the
white sole along with a few other unidentifiable particles of mashed flesh. He knew at this
point that the game was over. One more futile plea came out of his lips as the unstoppable tons
of weight dropped from sky.
"Oh god please no, please noooo-SQUISH-
The JFK Jr. Deluthian equivalent was now wider that he was tall. His remains adhering to a
slipper and a tiled floor millions of miles from home.
Jane seeing the new chore that she had made for herself got down on her knees and began wiping
the red-yellow gore up.
The quite observer standing beside the toilet had seen enough. With a shrill cry she charged the
hulking behemoth. Ariving at a hand that supported the weight of the Giantess, she began
pounding away on the peach colored fingers, shouting every obscenity she knew.
Jane jumped a little, being caught by surprise. The Deluthians had always tried to run away from
her, not attempt to inflict bodily harm. She quickly removed her assaulted hand and scooped the
lady up with her other. She brought the struggling fool up to her face.
"You sure are a fiesty one, aren't you?" The lady continued to squeek and fight.

Part 5

The widow closely studied the hysterical lady in her grasp. Jane pulled the hem line of her
dress up a little to reveal a pair of black hip boots. This was different she thought. Letting
the dress fall Jane studied the rest of her body. Thin hips, well endowed bosom, slender arms
with barely noticible long red finger nails. Long straight black hair, with a strikingly
beatiful face, that had proportionatly balanced symmetry. Two black coal eyes flanked with dark
outstanding brows. Her lips were painted black to complete the effect. A foreign thought entered
Jane's mind. In another moment, the lady was tucked safely away in one of the pockets of Jane's
apron.
Jane rose and walked back towards the kitchen. She could hear the clutter of pots and pans as
she approached. Standing on a chair her young daughter was streching to get a box of sugar cones
off a top shelf. "Stace, what are you dong"? "Um, making myself an ice cream cone." Stacy
answered, turning to face her mother's inquiries. "And what have you done to deserve ice cream?"
Stacy wracked her brain for an answer, otherwise it was trouble city again. "Ummm, Oh, I caught
more little people mom." Stacy answered with a triumphant expression. Pointing to the kitchen
table, Jane followed her daughter's pointing finger and peered inside a bowl. There were about
seven or eight Deluthians attempting to scale the plastic walls, some helping each other up.
Jane dumped the contents onto the table and the enemies began shrieking and crying. Just then,
the door bell rang. She left the kitchen telling Stacy to clean up her mess. "Ok mom." Stacy
replied.
Mark was leading this small band of survivors through the kitchen along a wall when everything
went wrong. The Giant kid entered the kitchen bouncing along, humming a nursery ryme. Karen a
thirty something red head screamed in terror. She wasn't to be blamed though, after all Mark
considered, who in their right mind was prepared for any of this craziness. The very Big little
girl spotted them at once. In seconds she was upon them, scooping them into a her hands like two
strip mining cranes closing their buckets together making a jumbled ball of everyone as she
compacted her hands.
She dumped everyone haphazardly on to the kitchen table with a frown on her face. These were the
people whom had lied to her and got her into trouble with mom. She reached into the pile of
people.
"Mean, mean, people." She said as she plucked Gary from their mist. A screaming young man gave
it all he had as she compressed his body together. Gary screamed even louder as the pain
mounted. Stacy pressed a soft pink thumb in to his face stifling his protests. Cutting off all
his air in the process. Every one on the table watched helplessy as the angry girl smothered the
life out oh him. A minute or two later, Gary's struggles ended. Whithout another thought, Stacy
tossed the lifeless form in to the trash.
She was coming back for another when she noticed a box of chocolate sprinkles behind the group.
ICE CREAM, came to the little girls mind now as all hostilities were temporarily forgotten. She
pulled a small shallow tin lid off the cylintrical box and placed it on the table, ignoring her
captives. With a warm smile on her face she poured some sprinkles in to the upturned lid. She
turned away from the small party of four women and three remaining men, to get some sugar cones
off the shelf. The people began quickly weighing there options.
The nasty mother re-entered the room. The two Giantesses began speaking in an alien language
that no one understood. Finally the mother pointed something that resembled a black tv remote at
them. In a flash, everything got further away. Looking around, everything looked bigger as well,
much bigger. The mother left figuring the people were now too small to cause any trouble.
Wendy spoke first. "I think she's going to kill us all."
(Mark) "Try, to kill us. She hasn't done it yet
(Sarah) "We should hide."
(Everyone) "Ya." The small party starts looking around them seeing their grim prospects.
(Sheela) "Hey, I got it , let's hide in these huge brown boulders.
(Leona) "What are they?"
(Trey) "The only cover we've got."
Mark reached over the 5 foot tall tin wall. A boulder was propped up against the side. Ping,
Ping ,Ping went Marks knuckles against the solid surface.
(Mark) "It feels as hard as granite."
(Allen) "It's probably something that she's throwing away. If she does that, we'll escape
through the garbage can."
(Mark) "Like Gary's about to do huh?"
(Allen) "Well we got to try it, it's our only chance"
(Most Everyone) "Ya Mark, we gotta try"
Mark wasn't convinced, but his options were seemingly bleek. "Well alright, let's go.
They helped each other the lid. Each finding a suitible hiding hole between the boulders. Mark
kept scratching his head. Something wasn't right. The Giant girl returned to the table. She gave
a quick scan of the table and failing to find the shrunken crew, shrugged her shoulders and
began depositing the contents of her hands on to the table.
Boom , Caboom, Boom. Everyone heard the items hit the hard surface and began to shake. Mark
noticed his arm starting to slip from its position. He looked over at it. There was brown goo
all over his forearm. He thought. "The boulder is melting from my body heat..THIS IS CHOCOLATE!
Everyone get out now." As the word -now- left his lips, g-forces of likes he had never
experienced nailed his behind to the metallic floor. He thought he was going to heave his lunch
when the tin lid was tilted sideways. The screams of the woman rang out. They were all falling
now to a snowy plain.
Allen and Leona landed head first into the cold creamy surface. Sinking three feet in, their
legs wildly kicked in the open air. With no leverage to pull themselves out of the creamy white
substance that held them in place, they quickly drowned in the cream. Wendy was smashed
underneath a chocolate sprinkle. Her limbs sticking lifelessy out. The remaining survivors
watched their suroundings blur as they were taken into another room.
Stacy entered the living room with her ice cream cone in her left hand. She plopped down a
couple of feet from the television set to watch her favorite cartoons. It was Sylvester and
Tweety bird. "Hurrah." She chirped. Without a second thought she began licking her cone.
The four terrified survivors watched the gargantuan pink tongue descend upon them. It scooped up
a six foot deep layer of white cream up. Unfortunately for Trey, he was on it. They all watched
his eyes expand and his arms reach out to them for help. The three remaing Deluthians reached
out to help him, more as a involuntary reaction than a true rescuing attempt. A second later,
the tongue whipped back in to the young girls mouth at a blinding speed taking Trey with it. The
lips closed, Trey vanished. The tongue shout again. The cone was spun in a circular motion
driving a new unlicked portion of ice cream towards it. Mark, Sarah, and Sheela began running
for all that they were worth in the opposite direction. Mark heard a scream behind him as he
weaved through the brown chocolate boulders. He stopped, turned around and looked just in time
to see Sheela zip off on a glacier sized mound of cream in to the hungry indescriminate mouth.
Sarah had slipped and fell face first in to the ice cream. Mark helped her up and grabbed
Sarah's hand, he had an idea. He guided the two to the edge of a snowy hill that was steeper
than any grade he had sledded down as a boy. The girl had stopped lapping on the cone to enjoy a
laugh a Syvester's expense. He looked over at Sarah and said; "Come on, we got to get down out
of here." Sarah began to shake her sticky cream filled hair in disagreement. Mark just yanked
her along with him and they began to slid down the mountainous slope. Tumbling, rolling, and
sliding they landed at the lip of the sugar cone.
"We need to jump on her dress and climb to the floor." Mark said holding his broken leg. Sarah
looked over the side and saw the cloth material 20 feet below. "Oh I don't think I can." Quailed
Sarah beginning to break down. Mark offered his arm for an embrace. He knew he couldn't get to
her with his leg, but if he could just get her close enough to him. Sarah took the bait and
trugged towards him for the needed support. When she had got in to his arms he shoved her over
the side. She wailed as she hit the supporting material and slid safely all the way down the
dress to were it overlapped the floor.
After this action the cone was lifted up to the happy girl's face for another lick of tasty
delight. Mark watched the feat in slow motion as the tongue rolled out of the gigantic mouth
like a tidal wave closing in on a beach. As it got ever closer he could see the mixed saliva and
cream running down through the taste buds forming a milky white car sized drop on the end of her
tongue. The huge unyielding tongue crashed in to the cone lapping Mark up just above the tip.
Mounds of ice cream stuck on the tongue behind him as it returned to the mouth. Mark's warm wet
sticky agony mercifully did not last long as the tongue pushed him, the ice cream, and thousands
of gallons of saliva into a wad at the front of her mouth. With just a moments hesitation, it
was all sucked to the rear of her mouth to cascade down into what seemed a bottomless pit.
Stacy could feel the chocolate sprinkles sliding down her throat, unaware that Mark was one of
them.

Part 6

Jane, after telling her daughter she would be taking a nap and not to disturb her continued back
to her room were she locked the door behind her. Penny would be preoccupied with her latest pet,
Grandma Willupy undoubtedly would be snoozing away at this point and that just about covered all
the bases exept for one thing. Jane removed a couple layers of shoes and opened the jewelry box
to reveal seven naked squinting young men. They seemed a little worse for the wear as they began
to come to, out of the daze a whole day of darkness had brought on. Jane seeing that the the cap
of water was still sufficiently filled dropped a bread crumb in to the box, which all of them
immediately pounced on. With this she quickly shut the lid and thought for a moment.
"I wonder if my little men are horny today?" She began to explore the possibility of throwing
the fiesty little innocent lady into the box and comanding them to rape her. Her own private
live little porn show. "Tasty idea. " She thought as her lips began to grin. She was beginning
to reopen the lid when a new thought occured to her. Jane had always been the submissive one.
She was always too quiet in public and too passive with and around her former husband. She
enjoyed it when a man took charge beneath the covers and was quit content to be the submissive
one. But still, from time to time she did wonder about the other side.
She recalled the sensations of studying Trig on her bed back in high school, shoulder to
shoulder with an attractive girlfriend. Or the group showers her and her fellow cheerleaders
used to take together. Always too terrified to tell anyone she knew about these feelings, she
figured they would go away with maturity. However; she couldn't deny the tingling sensations
that the little brave lady was stirring inside her. Here was lying a perfect set of
circumstances for her to plunge in to a new forbidden world that she had only secretly dreamed
of before.
No one of any consequence would hear this lady's screams. The lady sure as hell wouldn't stop
her from taking any liberties. She could always discard the evidence. Would anyone care at all
these days anyway?
Jane's cheeks began to flush with embarresed anticipation as she began removing her articles of
clothing, paying special attention to how she removed and placed her apron down on the bed.
Dream was the little lady's name. Yes she was one of those egocentric types that only used a
single descriptive name. But she definetly earned the title. Starting at a young age, she worked
the school teachers for the good grades. The police officers for the speeding ticket brakes.
Eventually, the corporate execs for the sports cars. And when her particular style of profession
was perfected; the richest of the rich for the bank accounts that would never allow checks to
bounce. Dream was a virtuoso in her field, much like Beck or Perry Farrell were or are to
their's. Everyone is gifted at doing something, Dream's gift was making love.
Jane smirked while pulling off her hose, intently watching the little rascal squim and squeek
whithin the confines of her apron's front pocket. "My, the spunk and fight in that little one."
Jane thought. It was going to be adorable, breaking this one down like she had done to all the
other men so far. Standing at the foot of the bed, Jane leaned over and slowley, deliberately
pulled the smock to the end of the bed. Dream sensing the movement tried all the more
desperately to pop open the huge metallic button that prohibited her escape. Jane, watching the
little ones struggles become all the more intense, couldn't help giggling at how cute the angry
little lady was behaving.
Dream didn't understand Varholmian, but she did understand laughter. The anger and frustration
seethed to a new height. "Ohhh you Fucking BITCH! I'm going to kick your demented ASS!" Dream
screamed. Suddently, the button was snapped open. Dream's teeth gritted as she braced to be
lifted into the sky again. Inevitably, two well manicured fingers penetrated the white clothy
prison. Middle finger clamping to her belly, thumb spredding over her rump. The hand withdrew
along with Dream.
Jane brought the tasty morsel up to her lips and admired the miniscule lady that looked like a
darling little angel in a tan ankle lenth dress. She reminded Jane of a butterscotch sucker. She
wondered if she tasted as sweet as one. Jane slid out her warm soft wet tongue and dragged it
across her dress, passed the breasts, over the face and back into her mouth again.
Between her whining wails Dream was cussing like a sailor, beating her little fists against her
tormentors fingers. Shouting her worst obscenities only to be cut off by a tender loving swipe
of a warm soft cherry flavored tongue. Jane lowered herself on to the bed with Dream in hand. As
Jane brought the woman up to her face for some more sucking pleasure she glanced up a the
mirrored ceiling that her former husband had personally installed. Granted she thought it was a
kinky move on his part at first, it soon proved it's value giving both of them new angles of
perspective while being engaged in the time honored act.
Jane resumed her warm wet torture. Dream was just certain that the Giantess was working up to
devouring her. She had heard the horror stories before her and everyone in her neighborhood had
been abducted and inprisoned. She struggled all the more desperately but the fingers wouldn't
budge a single inch. A chilling acceptance began to wade through her mind as this monster smiled
a licked her again.
The sniveling body was lowerd to the gargantuan vagina and gently dropped on to the blond bush.
Dream pulled her arm out of a curl of hair and cleared the tears from her eyes. All at once,
everything looked familiar to her, just out of proportion. In a wisp, it came to her..."Home
Sweet Home! The lady wasn't trying to eat me, she was trying to savor me." Dream raised a
homosexual hand to her forehead and slapped it. "Chock that one off to air head. Well, you Giant
Fucking Whore. Get ready for DREAM because here she comes!"

Part 7

Dream pulled her entire dress up over her head and chucked it to the side, leaving nothing but
her high hip boots, a pair of black silk panties with matching bra. A siver chain linked
necklace now being visible. Dream without a second thought, dove into the gigantic twat. Both
arms in one skillful deliberate lunge penetrated, not towards the cervix but up and through the
vulva to ring the bell that hangs above the tunnel of love.
Jane heard some squeaking between her legs shortly after dropping the miniscule lady there. Jane
supposed the lady was protesting again and figured it was time to rub the little one in to the
folds of her womanhood and get started with the kinky sex. Her right hand was half way there
when she felt a spasmatic jolt. A spike of pleasurable pain divided and shot through the walls
of the utererus, each segment taking an opposite wall and landing for a split second in Jane's
loins, only to reunite and thrust in to her tummy, sparking an amorous tickle that caused Jane
to heave her posterior a foot in to the air. If you were standing above Jane at this moment you
would have immediately noticed her ridiculous facial expression.
Eyes bugged an inch out of her head. Head, tilted back so far the chin was pointing straight up
towards the ceiling. With her face, facing the head board, her mouth, gaping in an O shape.
Breasts flopping over her shoulders, her normally straight spine now bucked in to a perfect C.
Every muscle and tendon in her abdominal region stretched to the point of tearing.
Her gasp drew no air. She fell back upon the sheets coughing for a breath. "Oh my God." Thought
Jane.
"I'll bet that shocked the shit out of that supid bitch." Dream hissed. She gave a 2nd degree
black belt kick into the side of Jane's vulva that failed to have the desired effect. Instead of
pain it sent a tiny ripple of pleasure through the giantesses vagina that caused her to give a
little "Oooh," as she curiously looked off in to space trying to ponder what the little lady did
that time.
Dream stomped out of the cave and walked across the yellow grass towards the belly button.
Stopped just short of it and placed her hands on her hips displaying a triumphant smile, nodding
her head in convinced victory.
An index finger came from behind and draped over her left shoulder. A middle finger did the same
to her right shoulder. The fingers contracted pulling her backside in to a waiting palm. Her
legs left to dangle as she was lifted a foot off of the fleshy floor. Dream was travelling
backwards now, kicking and screaming. "Oh you put me down now you fucking bitch. NOOOWW!! She
watched the giant face pull further and further away. It had a dreamy expression on it that
looked staight up at the ceiling paying her no head what so ever. Back across the grass in
reversed carried fasion she travelled to be halted above the sensitive cave and immediately
lowered down to it again.
Dream stopped struggling and looked. Arms and legs dangling uselessly now. This was the first
time she really got a good look at Jane's vagina. Now it was her turn for the eyes to bug out.
Confronting her was a cunt as long as she was tall. Much wider than she was wide. She was only
half way through the figuring of what lay in store for her when Jane patted her back in to her
juicy folds. Only a black pantied ass hang out of Jane's pussy. With a well aimed flick of her
middle finger, the ass disappeared. The swat on the ass was intended to signal her to get back
to work. It stung like hell. Dream was out of her mind with rage. She had always been the one
who gave the orders in the bedroom. Now to be reduced to the role playing -human dildo- for some
care free house wife. She wasn't going down without a fight.

Dream positioned herself for one more stab at retaining her accustomed role of master in the
bed. One foot found a hold for leverage in each fold of Jane's vulva. She wrapped her arms
around the clitoris hugging it to her chest. All at once, she squeezed the clit and began moving
her upper body in a circular gyrating motion.

Jane lost the ability to think in a coherent way. Her whole body and mind became a sexually
responsive organ, acting and reacting to the reciprocal kneeding of the lady in black.
"Whooo....is....Doing......the.......raping..here?" Thought Jane in an elated cloud sexual
ecstacy. Dream continued her bodily hypnotic dance. Janes knuckles turned white as she clenched
two handfulls of bed sheet. Sweat shimering out of every pore. Jane began to moan in a
surrendering engulfment of elation. Dream sensing the turn of the tide, quickened the pace to
the verge of making histerical circular jerks within the warm wet doors of Jane's womanhood.

At last Jane could hold out no more. She stuffed a corner of a pillow in to her mouth and bit
down with all her might. In a long drawn out multiple orgasm, her scream was still almost
audible outside the walls of her room.

Dream continued her rythmatic torment until the sheer volume of cum made the clitoris to
impossibly slick to hold. She climbed her tired self out of the cave to find a waiting pair of
fingers just outside the snatch. To weary to fight anymore, she just simply shrugged and stepped
in to the awaiting hand. The hand that lifted her up and out held her in a different way than it
had before. No longer a rough bullying grasp, but a warm gentle embrace one would expect from a
wonderful protecting lover.

Jane lifted the darkly dressed woman to her close gaze once again. "My God, what are you?" Jane
asked the little lady. Dream just draped her head over a finger a smoothly carest it, staring
off in to infinity. Oblivious to the language she didn't understand. Jane scrutinized the little
woman one more time.

"The black hip boots, the black undergarments, the chain collar neclace, the straight black
hair, the black lip stick, and the long painted nails." In a flash of revelation, it came to
her. "Ahhh. DOMINATRIX. You're a Dominatrix."

Jane smiled as she petted her new lover and amusingly thought of the irony of being the Giant
submissive holding the small lady who would scold her from the palm of her hand.

Jane had found her Dream lover. As for the poor little men stuffed in the jewely box....well,
there would be a lot of dark days and nights from now on.