GTS Resort, Inc.

 Ken walked through the door of his house and plopped the daily mail on
the countertop. Bills, solicitation mail and credit card applications
were usually his daily pileup of mail, until he saw a brochure for a
resort in the Carribbean.

 ***Enjoy a tropical stay at our all-inclusive island getaway!***

 GTS Resorts, Inc. offers you and your loved one a vacation like no
other. While other tropical locales can only provide the usual fun in
the sun, GTS Resorts have a twist to your holiday dollar unlike you've
ever experienced before. Through the miracle of modern science, we will
either shrink the men down to various sizes or grow the women to
gigantic proportions. Think of the possibilities!

 Guys, instead of the usual laying out in the sun getting that deep dark
tan, why not lay out on top of your woman's breast while you're only 6
inches tall???

 Gals, take control of your relationship by having the size difference
over your man. Decide when and where YOU dine, sightsee or relax for a
change!!!

 Couples, put an exciting spin on your sex lives by introducing
yourselves to your partners at different sizes. Believe us, your sex
life will never be the same again.

 You owe it to yourself to call the number at the bottom of this
brochure. If this brochure isn't enough to tempt you, then consider
this. As part of our innaugural opening of our resort, get another
couple to come to our resort and you get a 10% rebate on your trip! Keep
sending couples down to us, and eventually this incredible unique
experience will be free!

 ***1-88G-IAN-TESS ***


 Ken was shocked when he read the brochure. Looking at the smiling
people photographed on the white sandy beaches made his heart pound as
well. The pictures looked too professional to be doctored in Photoshop.
There, on the beach, was a gorgeous blonde woman in a fantastic thong
bikini holding a perfect miniature of a tanned man smiling and waving to
the camera. By the looks of the proportion, he was only about 7 inches
tall. She was holding him in her clenched fist with his head just below
the pillowy curves of her heavy chest. Her perfect smile was sending the
message that she truly enjoyed the fact that her man was reduced to the
size of an action figure.

 Ken sat back and imagined himself that way. About the size of his
girlfriend's dildo and leaning back into her flat tummy as he caught
rays of warm sun in her lap. She would be resting on her elbows and
getting a bronze tan herself with a stiff fruity drink in hand and soft
breeze through her long red hair. The thought made his member rise and
his heart pound.

 Then reality set in.

 He looked at the brochure again. No way can this be real, he thought.
No one has the ability to shrink men, or grow women out of their normal
size. It's just not possible. Besides, what would his girlfriend think?
She would think he's completely nuts. She would never go for it. Ken
decided he'd call and see if they were for real. If nothing else,
someone would get a good laugh at his expense and he would keep his
fantasy of shrinking to himself.

 "Hello, GTS Resort, Inc., this is Julie, how may I help you?" a lovely
voice asked.

 "Uh," Ken said, "hi. This is Ken Smith. I got your brochure in the mail
and wanted to ask you some more questions."

 "Certainly, Ken. We are more than happy to answer any question you
might have. Most people that call are skeptical, so we are prepared to
send you a promotional video answering most of your questions. However,
we invite you to ask your questions now to help you with your decision."

 "Is it true you shrink men and women down to size?" he asked.

 "You are half correct, Ken," Julie mused. "We have the capability of
shrinking men down in size, and growing women up in size. It has to do
with DNA structure. It's an X-chromosome/Y-Chromosome sort of thing.
Again, the tape will go into more detail."

 "Is this size reduction permanent?" Ken asked her.

 "Certainly not, Ken," Julie responded, "It would do you no good to
remain at your size when your vacation is over. We insist on returning
you and/or your partner to regular size before you depart our
privately-owned island. That becomes a legal issue. Again, the tape
covers more information on this. Would you like me to send you a tape?"

 "Yes, please," Ken sputtered. He still couldn't believe any of this was
true.

 "I will need to go ahead and accept a down payment for your trip to GTS
Resort in order to send you a promotional tape. If you decide you don't
want what we have to offer, you will receive your down payment back,
minus fees for the tape. If you do, however, wish to embark on a
one-of-a-kind experience that only GTS Resorts can provide, then the
down payment goes toward your hotel accommodation and shrinking/growing
fee, and the tape is yours as a gift. Are you ready to experience the
thrill of a lifetime, Ken?" Julie asked with a mesmerizing voice.

 Ken thought about it. Time to gamble, he thought. The price of the trip
was expensive, but he'd promised his girlfriend a vacation and she loved
adventure. If she didn't like the idea of this vacation, he would go
himself and take one of his college buddies instead. Perhaps there would
be single women down there that WERE open-minded enough for this sort of
thing. "Let's do it!" he said with conviction.

 ***

 Four days had passed when Ken got a bubble-wrapped package in the mail.
The return address was from GTS Resorts, Inc. in St. Gigantus Island in
the Carribbean. Ken could hardly contain himself when he ripped open the
envelope and pushed the tape in the VCR. Fast forwarding over the
warnings and opening credits, he soon came to the beginning of the
promotion.

 The scene was of a beautiful beach, with gentle waves lapping at the
shore. The sun was rising and a lone man was swimming in the bay.
Suddenly a large half-circle shape appeared behind him and kept rising.
The shape took the form of a slender woman, but about 30 feet in height.
She took the small man in her arms and held him to her chest in a loving
embrace. That's when the narrator started.

 Ken soon learned about the island, the resort, and the technology that
made shrinking/growing possible. According to the tape, the radiation
that affected the human male was the reverse effect for the human
female. The Y chromosome made the males shrink in size, while expanding
women because of their X chromosome. The resort would use another
radiation to counter the effects of the first treatment, but that
treatment would only reverse the process, not change the proportions in
opposite directions for the sexes. In other words, men couldn't be
expanded, and women couldn't be shrunken.

 The tape had various shots of people enjoying themselves on beaches,
parties in the hotel, jacuzzis, formal dinners, tennis courts, and
exploring the natural jungle on the island. The last image Ken saw was
of a woman giving the camera a knowing look before she closed the door
to her hotel room with her reduced husband in tow. She was a stunning
brunette with a perfect hourglass figure and her man was a miniature
Adonnus who's head was just shorter than her round, firm asscheek. She
had a lustful look to her as the door closed and ending credits scrolled
up the screen.

 Ken found his right hand absently stroking his rock hard cock as he
imagined himself as that lucky man. He could just picture her tossing
his tiny frame onto the king-sized bed and pouncing on him like a jungle
cat to her prey. The thought of pumping an immense woman like that made
his breathing labored. Before calling the resort and confirming his
reservation and calling his girlfriend to pack her bags, Ken had to
relieve his aching cock by masturbating to thoughts of the beginning of
the best vacation of his life.

 GTS Resort, Chapter 2

 After relieving himself from the pent up emotions he was feeling from
watching the tape, Ken cleaned up and got on the phone with his
girlfriend. Samantha was a beautiful redhead with emerald green eyes and
a body most men would kill for. Her 36c breasts were full and natural
which led the way to a slender waist and rounded, firm hips and ass. Her
legs were long and lean with pretty painted toes on adorable feet. She
was every inch a vision. Samantha was a great person to hang out with,
as well as a great lover in bed. She was open-minded to most things, but
a shrinking/growing resort might be too much for her. Ken decided he had
to at least try.

 "Hello?" she spoke, filling the receiver with a smoky, sexy voice.

 "Samantha sweetie, how would you like to take that vacation you've
always wanted?" Ken said with a touch of nervousness.

 "I'd love to!" she exlcaimed, "Where are we off to? Mexico? The
Bahamas? Tahiti?" Ken knew that Samantha only liked to travel to warm
destinations. Good thing that the GTS Resort wasn't in Aspen, Colorado!

 "More like St. Gigantus Island in the Carribbean." he answered.

 "Mmmmmmmm," she purred, "a cruise to St. Thomas Island. I've never been
on a cruise before."

 "No no, honey, St. Gigantus."

 "Wait, where in the hell is St. Gigantus?" she said, worried this time.

 "It's a privately-owned island in the Carribbean. It's an all-inclusive
resort with a twist." Ken said. He felt like his wonderful idea was
nose-diving fast.

 "What sort of twist?" she asked. Now he could definitely tell there was
skepticism in her voice.

 "Baby, just get over here and I'll show you the tape they sent me. I
think you're going to love what I have in store for us." He heard her
murmur 'whatever' just before she clicked off the phone. She'll come
around, he thought, I know my Samantha.

 Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at his apartment door. Ken
opened his door and Samantha sauntered in. She didn't look all that
excited, but smiled at her boyfriend. He WAS paying for the trip, so she
didn't have much to complain about.

 After settling in and sipping the drink he handed her, they gazed at
the TV as Ken hit the play button. Samantha was now seeing the sights
and sounds that Ken was introduced to. It ended again with that same
lucky little man being towed into the hotel room by the gorgeous
brunette. The door closed again, and Ken once more thought how lucky
that little bastard was. It looked certain that the little bodybuilder
was going to get lucky, but looking at his girlfriend for her reaction,
he wasn't so sure about his own odds.

 "Well, honey, what did you think?" He asked her while studying her
face.

 Silence.

 "Is this tape for real?" she finally inquired.

 "As real as they come, babe. They promise it's unlike anything you've
ever experienced before. Imagine the command you would have over me.
Whatever you wanted to do, we would do it. Where we go, what we do, what
we eat or when we have sex; it's all determined by you. I, on the other
hand, get to experience your beauty on a grander scale. Your wonderful
36c tits would be huge to me. Your long sexy legs would be gorgeous
soft-skinned telephone poles to lavish. Your long red hair would be the
silkiest blanket I'd ever have the pleasure to cuddle into at night."

 "Yeah," she struck back, "and my ass would be the biggest can you've
ever seen. You know I'm sensitive about my rear. I have enough trouble
trying to keep it firm and sexy without you seeing it as big as two
balloons."

 "Baby," Ken cooed, "you know it's not like that with me. I adore your
beautiful ass. Yes, it would be bigger to a little man like I would be,
but to me it would be so much more to kiss, fondle, love and worship. I
could anal-@!#$ you without hurting you this time. Remember, your clit
would be bigger for me so imagine me going down on you at a new smaller
size. You could easily swallow my erection and give me the blow job I've
always wanted. I know you choke easily, but this would allieve that
problem. Please, baby? If you don't like it, we'll fly back early and I
will put us up in the Presidential suite at the Hilton in Acapulco, I
promise!" Ken was really pleading this time. It would cost him his life
savings, but he loved her so much.

 "Well," she hesitated, "if this really means that much to you, then
fine. But, like you just promised me, if I don't like it, we go to
Acapulco first class all the way. Agreed?" Samantha stuck out her hand
to consumate the gentlemen's agreement.

 "Agreed, baby!!!" Ken said violently shaking her hand to seal the deal.
He kissed her passionately in his enjoyment and hugged her tightly.

 "I don't know why you're so into this shrinking thing. Aren't my tits
big enough? Don't I please you anyway? Most men would go to the moon for
this body and you want it bigger." She was truly foggy about his
newly-revealed fetish, but was open-minded. What the hell, it was a week
in the tropical sun regardless of the outcome.


 Five hours later, the flight from Los Angeles to Austin to St. Gigantus
touched down on the island's tarmack and roared to a halt at the tiny
airport's gate. A truck with a built-on staircase rolled up to the plane
and allowed its passengers to disembark. Ken and Samantha saw a variety
of buildings at various sizes. It looked odd to the couple, since some
buildings had massive doors while other buildings seemed to have doggy
doors for very small people. The people were all of regular size, so it
seemed odd to have such accommodations. The couple collected their
baggage and were met by a sexy young taxi driver.

 "Can I take you to the hotel?" she offered in a sexy, high-toned voice.
She couldn't have been more than twenty-one years old, and her smile was
wide with pearly white teeth. She wore her curly black hair up and
cascading off the left side of her head while her cabbie hat was slanted
to the right side. She wore a matching mid-riff jacket and short sexy
shorts. White canvas sneakers capped off her uniform. "I'm Jackie," she
said enthusiastically while opening her cab door.

 "I'm Ken and this is my girlfriend Samantha. We're going to the ..."

 "The GTS Resort. I know, everyone is staying there, since the island is
owned by GTS Resorts, Inc. Will you be shrinking or growing today?" She
was full of bubbly enthusiasm. Samantha looked at Ken as if this was all
his idea.

 "Ah, good question." He looked back at Samantha. Better he shrink than
she grow if they were going to give this a try. "Shrinking please." The
two crawled into the back of her immaculately-clean cab and waited for
her to take them to their destination.

 The shrinking side of the resort was peculiar in it's design. The
resort had normal sized doors as well as a set of reduced-sized doors
adjacent. All the rooms had normal windows, but later on they noticed
the hallways had a line running down the middle to designate normal
traffic from shrunken traffic. This was meant to keep regular-sized
women from stepping on smaller men. Jackie helped the couple with their
luggage to the front desk, then waved them good luck as she skipped back
to pick up another fare.

 Ken and Samantha made their way up to the front desk get their room.
The women behind the counter were attractive as well. A single man's
dream, Ken thought. He was glad, however, to have a stunning beauty
accompany him here. Much better than grabbing one of his buddies to fly
down here. He was thankful Samantha agreed to this trip.

 "And what size will you be shrinking to, Mr. Smith?" the short-haired
blonde woman asked. She, as well, had a radiant, killer smile. Again,
Ken was baffled to all this. It was still unimaginable to him, even
though he was on the verge of fulfilling his secret desires. However, it
never occured to him just how small he wanted to shrink.

 "What are the ranges for men?" he asked.

 "We recommend that you don't shrink any smaller than about one-tenth
your normal height. You look to be about 5'11", so I'd say no more than
6 inches. The least you can shrink is about three-fourths your height.
That would put you at about 4'5"."

 "What do you think, honey?" Ken turned to ask his girlfriend. Samantha
just shrugged her tanned shoulders.

 "Do whatever you want, babe. This is your fantasy." She kissed his
cheek and squeezed his hand. Ken turned back to the adorable blonde.

 "I'd like to be 9 inches tall, please." That should be small enough to
engage in my deepest fantasies, he thought.

 "Excellent choice, sir. I'll need you to fill out these forms, and this
waiver. It prevents you from suing the resort in the unfortunate result
of any injury at your new size. We also recommend that at your new size,
your girlfriend has complete control of your activities. She will become
your guardian at all times, and is responsible for your actions. While
we have a security force on site to help with any incidents, it is
ultimately her responsibility to look after your well-being. I know you
two will have the time of your lives, but I must legally warn you of any
unlawful or unfortunate situation and its consequences. Are you still
willing to be shrunk, Mr. Smith?"

 Chuckling, Ken signed his name and initialed where needed while telling
Samantha to be protective of him this week. She reminded him of her
total control after he signed the waiver. Next, the counter-girl asked
Ken to step through the double doors and take his luggage with him while
Samantha was to wait through another set of doors to the waiting room.

 "Here goes, babe!" Ken said while kissing Samantha deeply. She embraced
him and said she would be waiting on the other end to take him to the
hotel room. After three more quick kisses, she let him walk through the
metal swinging doors while she made her way to the waiting area. The
adventure was about to begin.

 GTS Resort 3

 Ken entered through the steel double doors while Samantha went through
into the waiting room. As she grabbed a fashion magazine and sat on a
couch sipping a fruity drink, Ken stood in a line of men waiting for
transformations. Apparently the men were shrunk down one at a time.

 When it came time for Ken's turn, he was courteously ushered into the
chamber along with his luggage. Everything he'd need would be shrunk
down to his same size. The room was a cold, stainless steel room that
had normal doors on one end, and two sets of doors on the other. A
massive set of doors as well as a puny, dog-entrance-sized set. Ken set
down his luggage bag and looked at the bright lights in the room and the
cold bench to sit on. Not a very comfortable place, he thought.

 Just then the massive set of doors opened and in came a gigantic woman
crawling on her hands and knees. She was completely nude and with her
she struggled to pull in her enormous suitcase. Not noticing Ken, she
tugged and pulled at the stubborn bag until it jarred loose and fell
with a loud clang on the metal floor.

 "EXCUSE ME." her voice boomed. To her it was normal speech, but to a
smaller Ken, it was almost deafening in that echoey room. "PARDON ME, I
DON'T MEAN TO GET IN YOUR WAY. WHOOPS, CAREFUL OF MY BIG FEET." The
large woman was trying to get situated before the shrinking process
began. Having difficulty, she managed to get seated on her naked rear
and press her knees up to her large tits. They were large for a
giantess, but large also in comparison with her body. Ken couldn't keep
his eyes off her. As he sat on the little metal bench, he was now
between her legs and staring right up her thighs to her shaven pussy,
then climbed his view up her tummy to the dual plump chest and her
flowing bleached-blonde hair. Her face was gorgeous. It was as if an
artist carved her features from stone and given it life. She was a
vision as she sat there waiting.

 Soon the hum of the energizers came to life and the lights' heat
intensified. The room warmed up and Ken could stop shivering. His
massive roommate's softball-sized goosebumps diminished and she started
to relax in the warmth also.

 "HI," she started, "MY NAME IS CAREY. I'M AN EMPLOYEE WITH THE RESORT.
I'M WHAT YOU WOULD CALL A 'FRIEND' TO GUESTS." She held out her hand and
Ken guessed that it was about 3/4 his size. Grabbing a finger, he shook
her hand the best he could and smiled back at her.

 "Hi Carey, I'm Ken. I'm vacationing here with my girlfriend, Samantha.
What do you mean your job is a 'friend' to the guests?" he inquired.

 "IT'S MY JOB TO MAKE SURE THAT ALL GUESTS ARE GETTING THE MOST OUT OF
THEIR EXPERIENCES. ALSO, IF A GUEST CAME DOWN HERE BY HIMSELF, I WOULD
BE HIS 'FRIEND' FOR THE DURATION OF HIS VACATION TO MAKE SURE HE HAD
FUN. DO YOU THINK I WOULD BE A FUN PERSON TO HANG OUT WITH?" She giggled
at that question and waited for his response.

 "Carey, I can't imagine anyone more fun than you. I mean, you are
gorgeous, and from what little I know of you, you sound like you would
be a blast to get to know. If I didn't have my girlfriend, I'd love to
spend time with you. Again, you are beautiful!" He said that while
sneaking peeks at her pussy lips which were starting to dampen during
their conversation. She answered him with giggles and adjusting her legs
on either side of him.

 "WELL, KEN, I'M NOT JUST FOR THE SINGLES HERE. I'M HERE to make sure
everyone that is a GTS Resort guest has a wonderful time. If you would
like I'm sure the three of us would have a blast together." Carey was
shinking down to size while they spoke. Ken was diminishing as well.
Quickly his feet left the floor and now dangled over the edge of the
bench. Carey's legs moved away from Ken's body. It was getting harder
and harder to see her pussy now that their bodies were shrinking away
from each other. Her luggage was no longer a problem either.

 With the shrinking process over, the lights dimmed again. The cool air
was coming back and both occupants were starting to shiver once more.

 "Well, Ken," she said, "here is my card." She reached into her bag and
placed on in front of a now ten inch doll version of Ken. "If you and
your Samantha would like to spice things up, I'm scheduled to re-grow in
three days. I'd love to meet her and spend some time with you two." She
patted his miniature head and left the room with her bag. Ken picked up
his tiny duffel bag and walked out through the dog-entrance door to the
waiting room.

 The waiting room was massive to Ken. He had never seen such a gigantic
structure in all his life. Even the L.A. Colliseum wasn't as big as what
he was seeing just now. The chair legs to the waiting room were thicker
than most tree trunks. The couches could land jets on them. The plants
themselves were like redwoods to the toy-like Ken.

 The people waiting for their loved ones started to murmer and whisper
as Ken entered the room looking for his Samantha. These giants sat there
like Greek gods on their thrones looking down at a puny mortal about to
judge him. This frightened Ken and he soon thought, the sooner I find
Samantha, the better.

 He walked around the waiting room and dodged the occasional giant
walking to pick up another magazine. One of their footsteps could crush
him before he got to experiment with his new size. Suddenly, above one
of the skyscraper chair backs, Ken saw the red mane of his girlfriend.

 She was talking with a man about their vacation, and it looked to Ken
that she was annoyed with his propositions. It shot a dagger to his
heart that he was powerless to do anything to stop the man. At ten
inches tall, he was no match if this man wanted to take advantage of
Samantha or simply try to charm her away from him.

 "Samantha?" he squeaked. She didn't notice him at first, as her
attention was at fending off the slick come-ons of her
conversationalist. "Hey, Samantha! Baby!!" he shouted.

 "Ken???!!" she gasped. "Oh my God, is that you?" The man with her
looked down at his puny competition and smirked. This will be easy, he
thought to himself. She excused him and went to her boyfriend. On her
knees, she looked down at her little man. "I can't believe it! This is
amazing." Samantha studied him for about ten minutes before reaching out
for him.

 Lifting him up, she noticed that he hardly weighed much at all. If
anything he only weighed about four pounds. He was shivering in her
hands due to the air conditioning. His body wasn't equipped to keep warm
like his normal self, so he hugged her hands as she picked him up.

 "Ken, you are so adorable. I think I am going to like this."

 "Baby, you can like it all you want, but let's get out of here. I'm
freezing!" Samantha instinctively cuddled him to her chest and made her
way outside. Ken was pushed deep into her cleavage where he could smell
her perfume. Samantha never wore much on her body, but to Ken now, it
was overpowering. What was a spritz to her tits now meant being thrown
into a huge flowerbed to Ken. It was pleasing though, as he had always
enjoyed her scent.

 Her breasts were soft and warm as well. Ken used all his strength to
pull back her bikini top elastic and bury his face in her titflesh.
Samantha walked out into the bright Carribbean sunlight and made her way
to their bungalo. The sun felt good on Ken's tiny body but the giggling
of Samantha's footfalls almost made him sick. He wasn't used to this
much motion and the swaying of her heavy chest was knocking his body
back and forth.

 They made their way to the bungalo and soon they were inside. It was
adorned with island themed furnature and artwork. The king-sized bed
they would share looked to be a soccer field to the tiny Ken. Samantha
made comment on how much she loved their place while Ken made comment on
how beautiful she was this close up. She looked down and giggled at his
attempts to look inside her bra.

 "You like my big tits, do you?" she asked while falling on her back on
the big bed. Ken landed with a soft bounce on her huge right tit. Her
erect nipple pillowed his head as they fell together. Even through the
silky fabric of her bikini top, she felt wonderful.

 Samantha gently tossed him onto the bed and sprang up in a jungle cat
pose. She was now on her hands and knees looking down at her little
prey. Ken could see her ass high in the air while covered with her thong
bikini bottom and matching sarong. Oh, to play on those twin mountains,
he thought. Samantha looked down at him hungrily. She stuck out her
large pink tongue and licked her painted lips at him.

 "I think I'm really going to like you at this size," she cooed.
Samantha reached her face in and kissed his upper half. Her minty breath
washed over him seconds before she crushed her soft lips around his
body. Ken's face was pushed deep into the wrinkly folds of her lips as
she kissed him. Vibrations could be felt as she hummed her liking.
That's when her tongue snaked out and licked him as well. The strong
muscles of her tongue pushed him around and painted him with wet saliva.

 Seconds later, Samantha tore off his tiny clothes and touched his
awakening cock with her finger. Ken dry humped her right index finger
while she smiled at him from above. Using two fingers together, she let
him push his erection between them. He was kissing the pads of her
fingers as he made love to her hand.

 "Not so fast, little lover," she warned, "I need you to do more to me
than just my hand." She left his aching body on the bed when she rose
above him. Samantha took her bikini top off and let it drop on top of
him. Ken curled up when it covered him. He could fit inside her bra cup
completely. Samantha reached down and used her mouth to massage his body
beneath the bra.

 Ken could feel her working him over as he smelled lingering traces of
her perfume. The bra was lifted once more and two huge breasts swung
dangerously low over him. Samantha had big tits as it was, but now these
were enormous, pendulous sacks of warm milk waiting to be suckled. Their
weight would crush him, or at least smother him if she weren't careful.
However, she was gentle and lowered a nipple to his mouth.

 "Drink from me, baby, if you can. I need to feel you suckling me."

 He started nibbling and sucking her baseball-sized nipple while she
moaned. Even at that size, she could feel him working on her nipple. She
shot a hand back to her pussy and rubbed it through her bikini. Together
with the nursing of her little man on her sensitive breast and her
talented fingers rubbing her sex, Samantha let out a deep gutteral moan
and soaked her bikini bottoms through.

 The smell of orgasm was driving Ken's senses through the roof. He
crawled out from underneath her breast and begged her to show him her
saturated cunt. Samantha got up and pulled down her drenched clothing.

 After taking off her thong, she stuck it in Ken's face. He smelled her
deep, then lapped at the plentiful juices that stained her swim suit.
Ken drank from the material and smeared his hands in her honey. Her
pussy smell was taking control of him. He had to have more. At his size,
it was easy to become drunk on her juice. Samantha threw the thong aside
and parted her lips for him.

 Kneeling with her thighs wide, she lowered her ass and let him play.
Ken was now staring at her huge buttocks, dinner-plate sized @!#$, and
dripping three-foot long pussy. He placed a hand on each of her cheeks
and dove his head into her pussy hole. Ken was greeted with a large wet
kiss from her lips. Much like the kiss she gave him before, but this
mouth was deeper with inner folds that caressed his face as well. It was
steamy warm inside her, and every move he made with his head caused her
to contract and massage him some more.

 By now Samantha was getting worked up again. This time she pushed his
body deeper to her sex and worked her hips against him. With half his
body now inside her pussy she squirted a lot of juice out which covered
him. Ken reacted as well, shooting his tiny amount of semen into her
pussy folds. But at such a small size, his seed never made it inside her
hole. It simply dripped off her drooling lips.

 Ken fell back onto the bed and landed in her wet spot. Samantha rose up
to gently sit on him so she could caress his body. Ken was staring at
her large winking @!#$ and melted into her cheeks. Soon after snuggling
with her bottom, Samantha carried Ken to the king-sized pillow and let
him rest. She covered him with her bikini like they were two silky
blankets. Smiling, he fell asleep instantly. Samantha rested her massive
head close to his and drifted off herself. Sex, combined with jet-lag,
suddenly took their toll.

 GTS Resort 04

 Ken was the first to wake. Snuggled in his girlfriend's bikini
material, he was slow to move out from underneath her silky thong
material. Not only was he sticky from her sex, but the scent of pussy
was still on the bikini bottom. Mmmmmmmm, he thought, I love her smell.
Ken moved down off the pillow and began walking the length of the
sleeping Samantha.

 She lay there quietly, softly snoozing away while her little boyfriend
studied her. Ken watched her massive chest rise and fall with each
breath. Her breasts, now the size of large patio umbrellas, jutted out
from her chest and lay one on top of the other. Dark dusty-rose colored
nipples posed, inviting him to suckle. Her flat tummy was turned on it's
side as well forming a fleshy wall that prevented him from seeing the
edge of their bed.

 Samantha's tummy curved into her pussy that lay hidden under an
enormous thigh. Her top thigh was drawn in to form an L shape from the
rest of her body and created a fleshy tunnel for him to crawl under.
Once he did that, he was greeted by her drooling lower smile and
gorgeous asscheeks. Her other leg extended down the length of the bed
where her huge feet were bent into ballet poses. Ken decided to explore
all of her before coming back to her warm vagina.

 His girlfriend's feet emitted an odor he'd never smelled before from
her, since at his new height aromas took on a new sense to his nose.
Their heady scent had him both woosy and excited at the same time. He
dared to rub his erect cock against her sole while caressing her big
toe. She felt so soft to him so he kept up his pace. Soon he came on her
foot. Samantha never woke, so he knelt before his goddess and admired
her from this new angle. His cum was running down her foot and dripped
onto the bedspread. He was so small that his ejaculate never made a wet
spot on the thick fabric.

 Her pussy was constantly smiling down at him and seemed to invite him
back up. He walked up the length of her again, only this time taking her
in from her backside. Quickly her legs expanded in girth as he walked
past her ankles, calves and thighs. Now he faced her asscheeks once
more. They were twin mounds of lovely skin that rose almost twice his
height. Giving thanks for her willingness to go along with him on the
vacation, he reached in and planted a tiny kiss on her exposed buttock.
It felt so good, he kept it up. Kissing her all over her ass made him
feel so tiny, so helpless that he was willing to actually kiss her ass
in gratitude. How submissive he'd become since they landed on this
Carribbean island. He didn't care, however, he was falling in love with
her and could love her on another level while visiting this mysterious
island.

 Samantha woke to the touch of soft butterfly kisses to her butt. She
hummed her approval and started to move her body. It felt like a soft
earthquake to the little doll man. He grabbed on to handfulls of
buttcheek to keep from falling off the bed.

 "Ken?" she asked. She had expected to see her little boyfriend snuggled
under her tropical thong bikini, but he was missing. "Ken, where are
you?!" Samantha was quickly getting alarmed. She rolled to a sitting
position and looked around their room. He was nowhere to be seen.
However, it didn't take long to feel tiny fists hitting her round cheek
below.

 The giant woman rolled off him, and Ken could finally breathe again. He
had been caught under her ass and was almost smothered if not for his
quick thinking to beat on her flesh to get her attention. Samantha
gasped and leaned her face in close to inspect his condition. She was
met with his tiny laughter and broad smile.

 "Don't you do that again, mister! You had me scared to death. We have
to be careful with you at this size. Anything could happen!" Samantha
picked up the Ken doll and held him at arm's length.

 "Baby," he tried to calm her, "I wasn't scared. I know that so long as
I'm with you, I'll be just fine. It was kind of fun to be under your
ass." he joked.

 "This ass is big enough without having it smash my boyfriend to goo,"
she snapped.

 "It's NOT a big ass," he corrected, "I love you, your beautiful rear
end, and the rest of your body inside and out. You are not fat, sweetie,
I'm just little, that's all." Ken was right. Samantha was stunning, but
her self-esteem sometimes got the better of her.

 "Just don't do that again, lover."

 ***

 The couple showered and got dressed to explore the island. It was their
second day and there was way too much to see and do to be cooped up
inside their bungalow.

 Samantha showered and dressed into another bikini while Ken used the
miniature shower located near the door to Samantha's. The room they were
staying in had a complete set of bathroom facilities in the size Ken
needed. The GTS Resort had thought of everything for their comfort.
Samantha had laid out a pair of tiny swim trunks and matching shirt. Ken
felt he was back in first grade, but Samantha said he was being silly.
Once ready, he lifted his arms to his girlfriend and she picked him up.

 Instead of being lifted to her shoulder or being kept in her hand as he
thought, Ken was instead tucked into the bikini bottoms of Samantha's
suit and held in by her elastic band. It felt as if he was buckled in to
a car seat, but he didn't mind. He was pressed into her warm skin and
could feel her pussy lips kissing his feet. His view was incredible at
this angle, for not only was he able to look up at his goddess, but the
crotches of all the other women.


 The pair walked down the sidewalk and entered the restaurant. Since it
was all-inclusive, they stood in line and filled their plate in the
buffet line. Ken was staring at the impressive ass cheeks of the woman
in front of them. Samantha didn't notice how close she was pushing his
face into that ass as she looked over the woman's shoulder to see what
was offered for food.

 Ken was getting an eye-full when the woman bent over too quickly and
bounced her cheeks into his face and Samantha's hips. Ken was knocked
around by her butt, and Samantha instinctively backed up and looked
down. The woman turned around and apologized, then saw that she gave the
poor Ken a free show to her ass. Reddened, she apologized again to
Samantha. The two women giggled at the situation and introduced
themselves. Ken was now looking at the other woman's crotch and smelling
a similar, but unique aroma from her sex.

 Her tiny doll-man just hung in her bikini while the two women talked.
He looked up at the two pair of breasts inches from each other. The
women paid him no attention, so he gazed at the amazing sizes of those
tits, slung in silky triangular pockets. Ken's cock started to rise at
the thought of being between the four mammaries while they kissed. He
was in heaven...

 Until he heard the familiar voice of that guy that Samantha tried to
shoo away in the waiting room yesterday. What was this going to do to
his miniscule ego now that this guy was coming over to the women
standing in line? He better not touch my girl, Ken thought. That's all
he'd need. He was helpless in Samantha's G-string bikini.

 I have no choice but to pray that Samantha can handle herself.
Hopefully the two women will shed him off like the snake he is, he
pondered. He was about to get his answer...

 GTS Resort 5

 "Ladies, what a pleasant day we're having," the man said as he stepped
under the grass roof of the outdoor eating area. Samantha and her friend
looked at each other, then back to the intruder. It was obvious the
friend didn't know him, so she backed away. He set his attention to
Samantha and kept up his bantor.

 "You're looking great today. Your name is Samantha, right?" he said.
Everytime he spoke, he moved just a little closer to her. "And I seem to
have forgotten your name," the man said, hoping he could keep the other
woman in the conversation.

 "I didn't tell you. I have to go Samantha, it was nice meeting you. I
have to get back to my husband." The woman picked up her plate and
walked away. Samantha was hoping her friend wouldn't leave her stranded.

 "So, what are your plans for today? Want some company?" he leered in.
What a jerk this guy is, thought Ken.

 "I'm spending the day with my boyfriend, thank you," Samantha answered,
patting Ken on the tummy with her right hand. Damn right she is, he
hissed in his mind. The man looked down at her bikini bottom.

 "Oh, I didn't see him there. He is too small to catch my attention.
Heh, maybe later then," he smirked with a sort of lounge-lizard's wink
to her. After shivering on the spot at how rude and lewd he was,
Samantha looked down at her little boyfriend.

 "What an @!#$ he was."

 "I'd kill that jerk if I were normal size. What nerve!" Ken responded.

 "Don't get yourself knotted up in my bikini, Ken, I took care of the
problem." She giggled as she saw Ken swing at the air with his little
arms.

 ***

 After their lunch, the two decided to find a private cove and see if
they could catch some rays. They spotted a perfect spot that was white
sand and slightly breezy. A shallow brook flowed from the depths of the
jungle along the beach and emptied into the sea. It was a view right out
of the brochure that sold them on the vacation. Samantha laid out her
large beach towel and withdrew Ken from his "bikini-saddle." She set him
down on the sand so she could lay in position. Ken's feet started to
heat up on the sand, so he hopped onto the towel for protection.

 "I brought along your tiny sandals, sweetheart," she said as she set
down her bag. Samantha held them out for Ken. Ken was inches below them
and started to jump for them like the beginning of a basketball game.
Samantha held them just out of reach and giggled at his futile attempts.
Once he stopped jumping because of his bruised ego, she dropped them
onto the towel and kissed his head to apologize. Samantha then started
to apply suntan lotion to her chest and tummy while Ken started to walk
across the sand.

 "I think I'll go explore the cove a bit."

 "Stay right here where I can see you," she warned him, "we don't know
what's lurking in that jungle. I'd hate to know that something in there
thought of you as an afternoon snack."

 "Aw come on, I'm little, but I'm still a man. I'll be fine. I can take
care of myself."

 "At ten inches tall, you're no bigger than most of the lizards on this
island. You're about the size of the fish the native birds take back to
their nests and feed their chicks. Remember 'Jurassic Park III?' He was
fed to the pteradactyl chicks from the mother after being caught. If you
get snatched up, I won't have time to rescue you. Please sweetie, don't
go off exploring."

 She had a point. Thoughts of being torn apart didn't settle too nicely
for him. It made his skin crawl to realize that he didn't know exactly
what was running around in the underbrush.

 "Besides," she said in her best pouty face, "who will rub this lotion
on my back and legs? Maybe I can get that guy from the restaurant..."

 "Alright! You win!" he said, throwing up his hands in the air. He had
to admit that rolling around in suntan oil on his girlfriend's back and
asscheeks did sound better than getting into trouble. He just didn't
like being told what to do.

 "Besides, the woman at the front counter said that you have to do as I
say at all times. It's for your own good." Now she's reading minds, he
thought.

 Ken climbed up her bra string after she squirted a sizeable amount on
the middle of her back. She lay in the tropical sun and sighed her
contentment while Ken walked around on her back. The suntan oil was
slick and clung to his hands as he pushed it around. As fun as it may
seem, it was more work to him than pleasure. At his size, it seemed like
weatherproofing a large patio deck than massaging his girlfriend. Also,
later on it became increasingly harder to walk on her new slippery
surface.

 Her shoulders were done so he made his way down the small of her back.
It was sort of like being on the high seas while Samantha breathed. Now
in the arch of her lower back, he had those twin hills to climb.

 Knowing his direction, Samantha pulled in her bikini bottoms so he
could continue. Her stark white cheeks were very contrasting to her
salon tan she got before flying down to the island. Ken wiped more oil
on her butt cheeks and loved his job. He stole a feel to her exposed ass
hole. Samantha jumped and looked back at her rump.

 "Get out of there," she laughed, "that's for later!" Ken liked the
sound of that, so he agreed to move on. Her thighs took quite a while as
well, but he managed to protect her skin all the way down to her ankles.
Again, from his vantage point at her feet, she was truly beautiful in
the afternoon sun. He walked up to her face to let Samantha know he had
finished.

 Samantha took out the bottle one more time and rubbed some on her
palms. Then she took Ken into her grasp and stroked his body like lubing
up her favorite dildo. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she hummed to herself. She licked
her lips and watched Ken while he was being fondled.

 Ken had never felt anything like it. The smell of cocoanut, mixed with
the soft sensation of her hands rubbing him like she did on his cock so
many times. Samantha pulled down his swim trunks and made sure she
coated his groin too. She was greeted with his erection and kept her
pace at his midsection. Ken let his head fall back and had her do her
thing to him. Soon he came in her hand. It was unlike any experience
before. He panted and slumped in her grip while she licked the tiny
droplets off.

 "I wish all my toy cocks would cum for me like that," she cooed.
Kissing him full on the face with her plush lips and darting tongue,
Samantha set Ken between her asscheeks and thighs to rest. There he lay
in the fleshy hammock that was her bikini clad ass. He soon fell asleep
feeling her heartbeat from beneath him. He rest his head on a buttock
and hugged her right thigh.

 ***

 When he woke, Ken could hear the sounds of two women chatting away. He
was still on her butt, nestled between her thighs, but now under a
colorful canopy of silky cloth. Aparently Samantha covered his sleepy
body with her sarong to keep the harmful rays of the sun from getting to
him.

 "Is he under your sarong?" the foreign voice asked.

 "Yes, but he's sleeping. Oh wait, I think he's waking up," Samantha
answered her.

 "Let me see!" she said joyfully. The sarong was pulled back and
sunlight hit the tiny man's eyes. He covered them, then when they
adjusted, he peered up at the enormous silhouette that soon shrouded his
form. It was Carey from the shrinking room. Only this time she was
merely Samantha's size. She gasped and awwed at him, rubbing his sleepy
eyes and stretching. "He is so adorable. May I hold him?"

 "Sure, I have to get up and change position. Take him from me for a
second." Carey's hand scooped Ken from his sleeping area and cuddled him
to her chest. Samantha stood up and brushed sand from her body while
Carey caressed his body.

 "All men should be this size," she said, admiring him. "They are just
the cutest things like this. Have you..." she asked, making a gesture to
her own crotch suggesting that Samantha used him like a dildo.

 "We tried a bit, but he's too big for even that, isn't he? I mean it
was sort of hard pushing him in. I just got his head and shoulders in,
but came too quickly for any real insertion." It was amazing how
Samantha took to the women down here. She could talk to any of them like
they were old school friends.

 "You almost had it then," Carey said. "I bet with some more practice,
you'll fit him in you like a glove. Try pushing him in feet first." She
was using Ken for a visual aid now, poking at her own thong panty
swimsuit with his tiny feet.

 "I'll try it." Samantha took back her boyfriend and rested him in her
lap as she sat cross-legged. The two talked about the island while once
more, Ken was ignored and looked up at them. They laughed out loud at
certain topics, making their heavy tits jiggle above him. If only they
were bare, he thought. I'd love to see them bounce around and touch
nipples together.

 Samantha never tried sexual situations with other women, but said she
kissed other girls at sorority drinking parties. It never really went
further past that. Ken thought he'd give hundreds of dollars to see it
happen now. Carey was a gorgeous curly-haired blonde that had not only a
vivid sexiness to her, but a fun-loving warmth inside that anyone would
fall for.

 "Well, I should let you two get back to your time together. I just
wanted to say hi and introduce myself since I shared the shrinking
chamber with your boyfriend, Ken. If ever you two need something, or
just want 'ideas' for something new and fun, please let me know. It's my
job to make sure you both get as much fun here as possible." With that,
she leaned over and hugged Samantha warmly. She ended the embrace with a
sensual kiss to her cheek and winked.

 Carey looked down at the lounging Ken and patted his head. "You be good
and do as she says, now. Good seeing you again, Ken." Carey then got up
and walked out of the cove. They must have talked about him wanting to
explore the jungle.

 "She's nice," Samantha said as she studied Carey from behind when she
left.

 "Yeah, she was really nice when we chatted in the shrinking chamber.
She filled me in on the island and somewhat of the technology used in
shrinking and growing. I like her."

 "Oh?" she chimed, raising an eyebrow. "Looking at other women now, are
we?" Samantha said in a mocking tone. She accentuated her point by
playfully poking his little tummy. Ken was amazingly ticklish in the
ribs area. "Does my little man want to leave his giant redhead for a
fetching blonde, hmm?" Ken was now laughing out loud in his tinny voice.
He had nowhere to hide from her invading fingertips as she tickled him
constantly. She could see he was panting, fighting for breath so she
stopped and started to caress him instead.

 "You better not leave me for another, I love you way too much to let
you go. I just might have to keep you this size so you'll be mine
forever." With that, she picked him up again and kissed him all over his
chest and tummy. Her bottom lip felt his cock harden and stand out.

 Samantha then got out her bottle of oil again and re-coated him.

 "But honey, the sun is starting to set. I don't need more lotion," She
stopped his protest with a large index fingertip to the mouth.

 "It's not to protect you, sweetie, it's to lubricate you." Samantha
removed her bikini bottom entirely and lay back on the beach towel. With
a kiss across his entire face, she moved him to her crotch and parted
her pussy using her free hand. She followed Carey's advice and pushed
her tiny toy inside, feet first. The gaping, hungry mouth slid his feet
and calves in without much resistance. Ken could feel her warmth flood
over his skin instantly. Next his thighs were pushed together and
swallowed up.

 "Oooh, my little Ken-doll, you feel so good!" she whispered. "Yes,
that's it," Ken's hips slipped past her pubic bone with some adjusting,
so now his cock was buried inside her sex along with his entire lower
half. At this rate, he feared, she would push his entire body inside.
Now up to his pectorals, his feet landed on her cervix. Her pussy walls
caressed and contracted around him. Samantha's fingers held him in place
and soon pushed and pulled him about.

 Now her sighs were becoming cries and wails. She was fucking her doll
man with wild abandon. Pussy juice flowed around his chest and over his
neck. If the squeezing didn't crush him, the juice might drown him. What
a way to go, though, he thought.

 Samantha felt his feet slide around on her cervix while his hands
gripped her clit. She bucked her hips into the air and flooded her
tunnel that trapped Ken in a silky vice. Juice sputtered and spilled out
everywhere. It was like being in a jacuzzi that went out of control. Her
contractions squeezed his body and the hip gyrations was making him
motion sick, yet he loved the ride. At that point all he could see was a
blur, all he could smell was pussy juice, all he could hear was wailing,
and all he could taste was creamy cum.

 She dared look down at her little captive, and the sight of little Ken
fucking her with his body sent her over the edge. Her puny man-dildo was
longer than any of her other toys, and longer than Ken's own organ at
normal size. She was filled with Ken and came like a fountain.

 After settling down from her escapade, she let Ken slip out. He lay
there between her legs and managed to breathe again. He rested against
her left inner thigh and reveled in the heat of freshly orgasmed cream.
However, soon that cream cooled on his miniature form, so he began to
shiver in the evening air. He huddled against her thigh and pussy
opening. Samantha simply lay there and moaned her happiness.

 "Mmmmmmmmmm, Carey was right! I wonder what else she knows in that
dirty little mind of hers..."

          GTS Resort 6

 When Samantha was ready to head back to the hotel, she lifted the tiny
Ken to her hips and slipped him into her bikini bottoms on the back
side. Ken was now trapped between her bathing suit and her firm, warm
ass cheeks. His only view was of her waist. She was so warm to him, he
embraced her and felt his cock grow once more in the crack of her butt.

 Samantha bent over to pick up their belongings. She took her time to
gather the towel, her suntan oil, sandals, and Ken's clothing. Meanwhile
Ken was pulled into her backside. The more she bent over, the more he
was crushed into her butt. At this angle, it looked like he was humping
her from behind. He felt like a big man for the first time since he
shrunk. He could see her back arch its way toward the ground, and he
admired the view. His hips were pressed so far into her crack, he could
feel his cock slide into her @!#$. It was pure heaven.

 Samantha rose and started her long journey back along the beach to the
hotel. While she admired the sunset, he admired the sensation of her
large butt cheeks massaging his body. He hugged her as much as he could
and let her ass dance with him.

 ****

 They got back to the hotel and ordered room service. After the long
hike back, Samantha was not in any mood to dance or go out to eat. They
decided to stay in and play, letting tomorrow night be their night out.
She showered, leaving her man strapped in behind her. Ken couldn't help
the constant wash and shower spray soak him thoroughly. Samantha gave
him a washcloth to wash himself and as much of her as he could reach.
She hummed a tune to herself and made sure to bend over many times.

 As she rubbed the soap-spongy between each of her toes, Ken was rubbing
the cloth over the small of her back as if he was detailing a car hood.
Samantha wiped the reflective shower wall of its steam and looked down
at her trapped boyfriend. He was loving his predicament and smiled as he
rubbed her cheeks and back. She then rubbed his backside with her hand
and found his tiny ass. Pressing her finger hard into him, Samantha used
her other hand to rub her clit. Now she arched her back and really gave
the couple a show. Ken was bucking into her ass crack as much as he
could in hopes to find her @!#$ again.

 Samantha turned off the water and stood dripping wet for two reasons.
Her body was cascading rivulets of shower water down her form, while her
pussy was soaking up again. Ken moved his legs inside the stretched
fabric when Samantha started to pull on her suit. By pulling on it
forward, it caused the bikini to rub her clit more and more. This also
caused Ken's knees to dive into her pussy hole. His feet now rubbed into
her clit as well. Ken stretched out his hands and hugged her gigantic
cheeks while his face was plastered into that ass crack.

 Samantha came, but it only made her hungrier. She pulled him out and
set him on the bed.

 "You've got a fetish for asses, don't you?" she chided him.

 "I can't help it," he breathed, "your's is incredibly sexy to me and
the sensation is total warmth, softness and a sensualness I've never
experienced before."

 "Well, my sexy toy-man, it's time you learned to love other parts of
me. Lie down." Samantha emphasized her point by pushing him onto a
pillow and taking off her towel. Hanging loose now were her beautiful
36C breasts. The nipples were dark pink and hard. She wiggled them over
his mini frame. Laughing at his situation, she started to bob her
shoulders up and down. This made her tits bounce off him and knock him
around. Ken was getting bowled over by her enormous mammaries. He was
knocked clear off the pillow and almost to the floor when she decided to
swing her tits like twin wrecking balls.

 The impact took him off-balance. The next thing Ken knew, he was
hanging from the pillow case with his feet dangling in mid-air. Samantha
looked over the edge and half-laughing/half-serious apologized for
playing too rough. Once back on the bed, Ken admitted it was fun, but he
wanted to suckle her.

 Samantha put Ken back in place on the pillow and let him take as much
nipple into his mouth as possible. For being as stiff as they were, they
were still spongy to suck on. No infant in the world had ever sucked on
as big a tit as Ken was experiencing. He did feel like a baby for a bit,
before he got used to the idea of this sort of foreplay. Her breast was
so large to him, it was hard to look around it and see his girlfriend
smiling and moaning while he sucked.

 "I need you to @!#$ my tits, little man," she now demanded. Pushing him
deep into the pillow, she gave him their full weight. Ken was now
trapped in a prison of warm, perfumed tit-flesh and soft pillow molding
to meet his form. It's like fucking her ass, only with nipples to pinch,
he thought. Ken could feel her warm breath as she panted. She could feel
his cock slide up and down between her tits. She slid her hands
underneath Ken's pillow and pushed him deeper to her. Now the steady
heartbeat of his lover could be felt on either side of his cock from her
cleavage. He timed his thrusts with her heart and kissed her neck when
she lowered her head next to him. Ken's tiny screams and cries were
hardly noticeable, but he shouted for dear life when he let loose his
load.

 "MMMMMMMMMM, thank you baby" Samantha panted when she felt him let go.
Instead of getting up, she decided that's how the couple would sleep
that night. Ken was plenty warm underneath her chest and blanket of
silky, thick red hair. Murmuring her good night, she kissed his head and
settled off to bed. Ken kissed her back, smiling at how wonderful this
whole vacation was becoming.          GTS Resort 7

 The next morning Samantha woke first. She was lying naked on her tummy
just the way she fell asleep the night before. A warm breeze flowed over
her curves and the sound of the ocean was washing over the rocks. She
lay there on the resort bed and listened to the crashing waves. How
relaxing, she thought. The sun was just peeking over the horizon now.

 Samantha got up and stretched. On the pillow beneath her lie her tiny
ten-inch boyfriend. He was so adorable at that size. His little body
breathed in and out in a slow, relaxed state. Ken stirred a bit, then
settled back down to another position for more sleep. Samantha giggled
to herself and sighed at his cute little way on that king-sized pillow.
She got up and found a silky pair of clean panties in her suitcase to
tuck him in. With the elastic waistband now under his tiny chin, she was
pleased and decided to take in the morning sunrise.

 It wasn't a far walk for her. She padded across the white sand and
stood just where the water finally stopped washing the beach. The cool
water tickled her toes. Wrapped in a resort sheet, she stood silently
and let the dawning day's sunlight warm her bronzed skin. She thought of
waking her mini-boyfriend to share this moment, but knew that her
Ken-doll needed his rest. She would bring him out here tomorrow morning,
she thought. That would be much better. He was so good at pleasing her
last night that his reward would be sleeping in late.

 This was to be her time. Samantha's mini-vacation from her vacation;
and her life. This was her time. The breeze felt so good on her face,
and no one else was around. She dared open her sheet and let the
sea-breeze have its way on her chest and tummy. Smiling, she let the
wind lick at her skin and harden her nipples. She could feel her vagina
getting wet as this new invisible lover caressed and tickled her skin.
Getting more daring, Samantha opened her sheet like a beach towel and
parted her legs to the morning. She tilted her head back and let the
morning sun and wind have her.

 Clap clap clap!

 Samantha froze. Then instinct took over and she whipped the sheet back
over her form. Spinning around in a whirl of white sheet and red wavy
hair, Samantha turned to see who had given her a round of applause. It
was him.

 "Hey, sweetheart, don't cover up on my account. I was enjoying the
show." the man from the waiting area, and then the restaurant had said
to her.

 "Go away!" Samantha hissed. He had already ruined a perfect morning. He
was going to ruin more of it if he continued to stay. The man stepped
across the sandy beach and sat down facing her.

 "My name is Brian. Brian Valancy. We never did get to formal
introductions." Brian stuck out his hand, but Samantha never accepted
it. She kept the sheet closed tightly around her body. Brian was wearing
a running suit and jogging shoes. Apparently he was out for a morning
run when he spotted Samantha walking to the ocean's edge.

 "I see you're out here alone. Where's the shrimp today? Didn't he
fulfill you?" he smirked. "A beauty like you doesn't need a tiny twerp
like him, what you need is a full sized man with a full sized package.
This shrinking/growing thing is for weirdoes, anyway. Come on, sugar,
let me see what you got underneath that sheet." Brian grabbed a waving
corner of the sheet and tugged on it.

 Samantha shrieked at his lewd behavior and leaped up. However, in doing
that, when she turned to run, the sheet tripped up her escape causing
her to fall hard on the sand again. Her left buttock was exposed along
with a curvy, toned leg. Sand was in her hair as well as down her throat
in the vain attempt to leave.

 Brian now struggled with her and used the sheet to wrap up her ankles.

 "Oooh, a fighter, I like those!" His strength was overpowering her. The
only thing she could do was cry out. With her legs bound together, Brian
kneeled over his captive and began taking down his Spandex running
pants. "Deny me your cunt, huh? You bitch, I'll teach you to wave me
off!" His aggression rose to staggering heights now. Samantha was crying
and begging him to stop.

 ***

 Ken woke to the sounds of the ocean crashing and washing the sandy
beach. He pushed back the silky white panty and rubbed his minuscule
eyes. The last he remembered, Samantha had fallen asleep on top of him
to keep him warm. Now, she was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps she is making
breakfast, he thought.

 Ken slipped off the pillow and slipped off the edge of the bed. Good
thing Samantha's clothes were piled up beside the bed. After scrambling
out of that pile of perfumed, soft material, he jogged across the
bedroom and pulled out a pair of sweatpants from his tiny suitcase.
Then, it was off to find his giantess girlfriend.

 The door to their bungalow was opened, so Ken figured she went for a
morning stroll. He stepped out onto the wooden deck and looked around
for her. The ocean was louder now, but he could have sworn he heard a
cry in between wave crashes. Seagulls? No, none were in sight yet.

 Oh, my God, Samantha! Ken raced to the steps of the deck and leaped
into the sand. This was his first time on the beach near their bungalow,
and it was much softer than the sand in the cove Samantha took the pair
yesterday. Ken raced the best he could, but it was like trudging through
knee-deep snow for him. Also, it was about forty-feet in normal
distances. For Ken, it was more like 240-feet.

 His girlfriend, his love, was in trouble. Nothing would stand in his
way. With his heart pounding out of his chest, Ken continued to cover
the sandy ground. On the other side of a large boulder, Ken could hear
the would-be attacker yell, "Ow, you bitch!" followed by a slap to her
face. More cries. More begging. Ken kicked it into overdrive to save his
love. He rounded the boulder and found Samantha scrambling for her life
while the man from the restaurant was semi-nude and sitting on her hips.
Blood ran from his left cheek and he continued to curse at her.

 Ken, now enraged, lunged at his thigh and punched him with all his
strength. It barely made a bruise but got the assailant's attention.

 "There you are, you fucking shrimp! A God damn mosquito is all you
are!" Brian swatted Ken backward onto his back about five feet away. Ken
slumped there, holding his right arm. Samantha looked over at him lying
there, and more wails left her throat.

 "Oh, God, no, Ken!" she screamed. That's when the shadow overtook both
combatants. Brian turned about and looked skyward. Like a huge viper, a
five-headed hydra shot down from the heavens and wrapped all snaky heads
around his chest. His arms were pinned to his side and the wind shot out
of his mouth. Brian gurgled a bit before being hefted off Samantha.
Samantha quickly crawled over to Ken and examined him through teary
eyes.

 Brian was lifted twenty-feet into the air and brought to the angered
face of Carey. Through gritted teeth she spat at him with a venomous
tone.

 "Who on God's good earth do you think you are? I ought to squash you
right here and be done with you. No one would care that another roach
like you wasn't around to hurt wonderful people like Ken and Samantha
anymore. You little bug! Apologize to the nice couple!" Carey thrust the
oxygen-depleted, motion-sickened, humiliated Brian down to face his
victims.

 "I-I-I'm s-sor-rr-y," he gasped. Carey's fingers tightened even more
when she hauled him away from the two.

 "That's the last you'll ever see of them, and this is your last day
EVER here at the Resort. Ladies, take this puke away." Carey tossed
Brian's limp body down ten feet to the sand and walked over to Ken and
Samantha. Two other female guards in black shorts and silk jackets bent
down and cuffed Brian behind his back. The fifteen-foot giantess women
then marched him off to the main office for processing.

 "I'm so sorry I didn't get here faster," Carey said, now grief-stricken
for the two. Ken was able to sit up and rested against Samantha's
thighs. Her calves were tucked under her and she cradled him and cried
some more. Carey patiently waited as they held each other. Ken moved his
arm in various ways to test it. Sore, but functional. Luckily nothing
was broken. He then asked Samantha about herself. Samantha answered him
through sniffles and kissed him reassuringly.

 Finally, the two thanked Carey for her rescuing efforts. Carey had
grown back to her gigantic thirty-foot size. Like she had told Ken
earlier, she would return to her enormous size on Wednesday. Good thing
she had, for Brian was a large muscular man. Ken was in no condition to
handle him if he had to. Samantha did her best, but if Carey hadn't
intervened, he would have been successful with the resort's first rape
case. Not good for business, and certainly not good for the loving
couple that took a chance to visit the island paradise.

 "I'll need the two of you to come down later and fill out your
affidavits on the event," she said, trying to be as empathetic as
possible. She understood just how rough this situation had been and
didn't want to sound cold. "Once you sign them, we'll handle it from
there and the two of you won't have to worry about the likes of him ever
again. On behalf of the GTS Resort, I'd like to offer the two of you
full compensation, the Presidential Suite for the remainder of your
stay, and dinner on me tonight in the GTS Room. I know that doesn't
sound like much, but we'd like to make it up to you two for this
terrible act. We don't want you two to come away from our resort with a
bad taste. Please," she said with long eyes, "be my personal guests
tonight. Please." she begged.

 Samantha held out her hand to the giantess and squeezed her index
finger. "We're going to be all right. Ken and I would love to be with
you tonight. We will need time to freshen up and calm down. Right now
we'd just like to go back to our bungalow and catch our breaths." Carey
let out a sigh of relief. She had really grown to love the two, and
would hate to see them come to loathe the place. Smiling, she lifted the
couple gently in her cupped hands and carried them back to the bungalow.

 "Let me give you a lift, no charge." she smiled. Samantha cuddled Ken
to her like a little girl with her teddy bear. She wouldn't let him out
of her embrace for anything or anybody. Kissing Samantha on the head
gently, Carey lowered the two to the entrance and reminded them of their
dinner date. The smaller couple waved back and went inside to collect
their thoughts on the turn of events of the morning.

          GTS Resort 8

 Samantha laid back down on the bed and shut her eyes. Visions of the
attack coursed through her mind and she relived the incident over and
over. More tears ran down her cheeks. Ken was devastated to look at her.
This vacation had gone from wonderful to terrible in a matter of
minutes. Samantha clung to her pillow and sighed.

 Ken watched her slowly fall asleep and walked outside. It was going to
be a beautiful tropical day, but it might as well be a chilly, rainy day
for all he cared. With his hands in his tiny swim trunk pockets, he
walked to the end of the deck and watched the waves come in and slink
back to the sea. Gulls cried overhead while the wispy grass danced in
the winds.

 A shadow overcame his spot where he sat. He looked up and saw Carey
come back to talk. She was much calmer now than she was earlier. It was
almost a scary sight to see such a powerful, beautiful woman handle a
puny man like Brian. She could have easily crushed his guts through her
clenched fingers. She must have great restraint to hold back, Ken
thought.

 "Hey, Ken, how's she doing?" Carey said her words with great
compassion. Samantha was the resort's first assault case. They wanted to
handle it with the utmost care and understanding.

 "She's napping now," he said. One could easily hear the weight in his
words. This affected him as well as his girlfriend. "This just sucks,
Carey," he admitted. "I was going to ask Samantha to marry me today and
now she is too distraught to do anything. I had it all worked out, now
I'll have to wait until only God knows when." Ken tossed a flat pebble
hard into the sand. Carey caressed his entire back with her enormous
hand. Ken was sitting next to her billboard-sized hip. It rose high
above him in naked, tanned skin, but he couldn't care less.

 "Things have a way of turning around, Ken," Carey said, trying to cheer
him up. "I bet if you gave it some time, and if we put our minds
together, we could come up with a way to make her feel better and give
you that chance to ask her. I'm tickled that you want to ask her here at
our resort. I'd like to help out if I could. It's the least I could do."

 "What do you have in mind?"

 "I tell you what," she said, now feeling better and formulating a plan,
"you march your tiny butt back in there and convince her to go on a
picnic with you. I'll have a car waiting to take you to a special spot.
From there my staff will help you get to your final destination. That's
where you can ask her. Trust me, it will be a highly romantic, secluded
place." Carey emphasized secluded to help ease any tensions Samantha
might be harboring. Beginning to laugh now, Carey added, "You have two
hours to pack your things for the Presidential Suite and to get Samantha
ready for a picnic. If you don't, my girls will take her out and show
her a good time using force if necessary. Seriously though, Ken, we'll
get her back to her old self."

 Ken looked up at her, and had to really crane his neck back to see her
face. At his height compared to her enlarged height, she was now
thirty-six times his size. Her thigh spanned out about eighty feet from
the deck's edge. Her back rose approximately six stories above him. Her
hand caressing his back while they talked was about thirteen and a half
feet in length. When Ken finally noticed just how big she was sitting
next to him, she busted out laughing. It finally dawned on him just how
huge she was at her new size.

 "Oh, Ken, you're so damn adorable," she said, and pulled him into her
plush hip to hug him. Ken was squashed lovingly against her ass cheek
and held firmly with her telephone-poll fingers. Her big cheek smelled
of cocoa butter and perfume. The wind-sail sized bikini bottom she was
sporting dug into her buttock with the stretchy elastic. Ken could just
imagine what it was like underneath her wildly colored garment.
Enormously round and firm skin emanating warmth and smells to raise his
tiny dick to attention. Even her @!#$ would be big enough to explore,
not to mention the gaping tunnel her pussy would now become. No, he
thought, this isn't the time to think of my own pleasure. Samantha is my
love and she needs me inside.

 Carey broke their embrace and scooted him toward the bungalow to get
Samantha to come outside. She warned him again that he had two hours to
convince her. Rising to her feet, she towered over him two hundred feet
above his head, from his vantage point. She brushed off the sand from
the twin domes of her ass and waved a kiss goodbye.


 *****

 "But you just have to go," he pleaded. "Carey said she has it all set
up for the two of us to have a picnic together. She said that while
we're on our picnic, they will prepare the Presidential Suite for us.
Please, baby, don't let this ruin our vacation. I know you went through
a ton of pain and humiliation, but you've just got to bounce back. I'm
begging you, sweetheart, please let me try to make you smile again." Ken
looked up at his sad-eyed girlfriend with even sadder eyes. Samantha was
at least sitting upright against the headboard hugging her king-sized
pillow to her chest.

 The sun was out and the waves continued their playful splashing against
the rocks. The birds flew by in whimsical flight patterns while the
tropical flowers blossomed in bright colors all around their deck
outside. Everyone and everything was having a great time but her.

 "Baby, he didn't do anything sexual to you did he?" he asked. "Other
than struggle with you, all he really did was pick a fight with you,
right? I've seen you in fights with other women from time to time, and
you can kick ass with the best of them. Hell, I bet if you were on your
feet, it would have been a different story." Ken could see her crack a
faint smile. He was on to something. "That's right, my baby is one
fucking tough fighter. No one gets her down. He's being processed right
now and will soon be letting other men sodomize his sorry ass. His day
is ruined, but don't let him ruin yours, baby. If you sulk in this room,
he's still being affective from that long distance. Don't give him that
satisfaction, sweetheart." All the while, Ken was massaging her huge,
pretty feet at the end of the bed. He hugged her soles and kissed her
big toes while he spoke. The ticklish feeling made her start to giggle.

 "Stop it, I'm still pissed," she said, trying her best to sound angry.
Ken knew she was starting to crack. He pushed his face between her big
toe and the one next to it. He was making situation jokes in that pose.
From mimicking Marty Feldman from Young Frankenstein singing "Ain't Got
No Body" to imitating a birth, he was making her truly laugh once more.

 Samantha instinctively clenched her toes together and held him in a
headlock. He then went into fake WWF wrestling acts, and she started to
get into it.

 "Ah, does my little toy not like that? I'm in control of you now, tiny
one." Samantha picked up his body by his head. Ken clung to her foot to
ease any neck pain while she played with him. She tilted her foot so his
body dangled before her. Using her other foot, she played with his body
and rubbed her foot against his groin. His tiny cock made a tent in his
shorts. "Oh, you like that, huh?"

 Ken could only cling to her slender toes to keep from being hung. He
kept his feet on her other foot to avoid dangling. She now rubbed her
big toe into his crotch and felt for his cock. While smelling her foot
odor, Ken began to masturbate into her free foot. It was exciting to him
to be dangling and fucking his soon-to-be fiance while she held him like
a goddess playing with her little creation. Soon her hand traveled down
to her pussy and plunged inside. She set him down and opened her legs to
him.

 He coughed for a bit to regain his breath, but then pulled out his
erection to watch her masturbate for him.

 "Ken, before the incident, I was on the beach fantasizing about you
making love to me in the morning sun. I wanted you to explore me right
then and there." Her fingers dove in and came back out with a creamy
white juice running off her hand. The scent was overpowering now. Ken
was reduced to his knees now, pulling on his own penis in time with her
massive insertions. "Oh God yes, little Ken, watch your huge bitch @!#$
her cunt now." Ken was overwhelmed now that she had began talking dirty
to him. She stuck in three of her fingers.

 "I can feel your cock inside me, Ken!" Samantha was fisting her pussy
to him. Legs spread and butt now bouncing on the bed, she shook his
world with her masturbating. Slurpy wet sounds now sucked and slurped in
front of him. He saw her hungry pussy devour her fingers inside.
Samantha desperately reached for a dildo she had been hiding in her
nightstand. A huge, rubbery cock danced and dangled in her hand. Without
even lubbing it up she pushed it in with a gurgly wet slurp right in
front of the tiny Ken.

 "This is your big cock filling me up, baby!' she yelled. "Watch me @!#$
you!" Samantha was out of control. Ken was both turned on and scared at
the same time. He didn't know where this behavior was coming from, but
he could only hope it was healing her morning. Samantha threw back her
legs to her big chest and watched her pussy @!#$ that dildo with Ken
between her butt cheeks.

 "I'm cumming!" she screamed. Popping the pipeline-sized toy out, she
let loose a barrage of steamy pussy cum onto her awaiting little lover.
Ken was mesmerized by her opened pussy lips too much to guard himself
against her orgasmic wash. Buckets of cum splashed onto him, knocking
him back onto the bedspread.

 When it was over, Ken licked at his face and hands to taste her.
Samantha pulled his body into her opening and rubbed him all over. The
largest kiss of his life took place when she smeared him over her
engorged vaginal lips. She brought him up over her face with dreamy eyes
and licked her lips.

 "I'm ready for a good suck," she purred. Scooping a sizable handful of
her own juice, she sucked it off her fingers, then lowered Ken's
midsection to her messy mouth. Ken was laid on top of her face while she
sucked him deep. Ken lay near her half-open eyes and felt her hum loudly
when she tasted his erection. Ken was now fucking her gaping mouth with
a tiny cock. His face was lost in a waving sea of dark red hair while
his legs dangled over her chin.

 Samantha soon turned the couple over and pressed the weight of her head
to his small hips. When Ken tried to move the slightest muscle, she
pinned him to the pillow and mattress so she could continue to suck him
off. Now it was Ken's turn to have half-open dreamy eyes. Her door-sized
tongue cradled his penis firmly in place when she suctioned him to her.

 "Cum in my mouth, Ken! Do it! You have to do what I say!" She was
really getting into her power trip. She spread his little legs and
pressed her pinky finger against his balls and @!#$ while she sucked.

 "Oh, God!" Ken let out in a tinny-sounding cry. He bucked his hips high
into the air and pressed his groin into her full lips. Within seconds he
was secreting his tiny hot load of white cum into her mouth. He could
hear her swallow his semen down her massive gullet. Samantha wasn't
letting up until she thoroughly milked him.

 Ken was spent and lay there like a rag doll while she breathed cool air
on him. Giggling at his tired body sprawled out, she wiped her hand with
her pussy and made him taste her as well. Like a servant girl feeding
grapes to her sultan, Samantha let drops of her juicy pussy fall from
her fingertips into his mouth. Ken gulped down a tummy-full of juice.
Soon after, Samantha kissed his body and thanked him. She needed him,
and that was how she wanted him.

 "Let's get ready and go on that picnic, lover. I think I'm ready to
face the world again." With a big noisy kiss to his chest, she pinned
him once more before letting him up to take a mutual shower. "I'm also
ready to see what that Presidential Suite has to offer us as well. I
love you, my little Ken," she said.

 "I love you, too, my big sexy giantess, I love you too!"

 GTS Resort, chapter 9


 The shower they both took washed off more than the morning sexual sweat
they created together. Samantha seemed to have a much better outlook on
her vacation, and Ken seemed to have a new vigor. Carey's suggestion of
the picnic allowed him a second chance at asking this beautiful,
redheaded giantess to be his bride. The ring box he carried the
engagement ring in was more of a hope chest for his current size. It was
going to be difficult to hide it until the right time.

 While Samantha busied herself in the bathroom, Ken was in the main room
trying his hardest to hide the ring in Samantha's beach bag. With all
his strength, he pulled out her towel, heavy sweatshirt, sunglasses and
drink bottle. Wiping his brow, Ken continued to hide the ring box at the
bottom of the canvas bag, then begin to put her stuff back in the same
order. On reorganizing the bag, he came across one of her wrapped up
tampons.

 "Good Lord," he gasped, "I hope she doesn't need one of these while
we're here. That could be gross for a shrimp like me!" Shuddering, he
stuffed the paper tube back into the bag and closed it up. His timing
was perfect, for soon Samantha opened the bathroom door and walked out
wiping her hair dry with a towel. She was completely nude and standing
tall before her little toy-man.

 Ken looked up to see her vaginal smile gleaming back down at him. She
had freshly shaved her pubic region and her entire body smelled of her
bath salts. Samantha pulled open a dresser drawer and picked out her
faded denim shorts to wear.

 "Not going to wear the bikini anymore?" he asked her, a little
heartbroken.

 "I'm taking in a bit too much sun, so I'll play it cool with shorts and
a shirt, baby doll. Besides, you've always liked these shorts on me. I
tell you what, lover; I'll go without my panties just for you." With
that, she tossed her white lace thong down at his direction. The frilly
French-cut garment draped his head and upper body. Even after multiple
hand washings, her bodily scent still permeated the filmy cloth. Ken
grabbed for the elastic strings and inhaled deeply.

 Samantha laughed at his antics, then proceeded to get dressed. She wore
her faded denim shorts that she had mentioned, then added a tight red
T-shirt that accented her long, curly red hair. Her breasts jutted out
of the shirt and stretched the fabric nicely. After she tucked in the
shirt and buttoned up her fly, Samantha added a wide-brimmed, straw hat
and matching tan sandals with three inch heels. If Samantha wasn't tall
enough, those heels sent her higher into the clouds as far as Ken was
concerned.

 That's when Ken really paused and looked at his beautiful girlfriend.
He couldn't help whistle his appreciation as he gazed up her shaven,
tanned legs until they hid under her shorts. Samantha had her back to
him at this point (or would it be more correct to say she had her calves
to him?) and was bent over the desk checking her palm pilot before
leaving. Ken's usual view of looking up at her thong-separated asscheeks
was replaced with stretched denim and long, lean legs tapering down into
her feet inside rope sandals.

 "What are you looking at?" she asked, catching the cat that ate the
canary.

 "I was admiring my beautiful goddess," he confessed.

 "Well, if I'm your goddess, you should be worshiping me right now. Kiss
my foot and give me your praise." Samantha held out her foot to Ken.
Perfectly polished toes struggled to stick out of the open-toed sandal.
The odor of her foot sole wafted up to Ken's nostrils. He inhaled her,
then dove in for a long, sensual kiss on her foot.

 "You are my sweet goddess. I worship you and the ground you walk on. I
will do as you ask, loving the simplest tasks you order me to do. I am
your slave, my love." He ended his praise with more smacking kisses to
her foot and big toe. Samantha chuckled and picked him up.

 "You're adorable! Hey, a limo is parked out front. It must be for us.
Let's go picnic, toy-boy!" Samantha tossed Ken down her shirt and picked
up their suitcases.

 Outside, the couple was met by Staci, a statuesque olive-skinned woman
in a revealing black uniform and matching hat. Smiling, she opened the
rear door for Samantha and put their suitcases in the trunk.

 "I'll take care of your luggage at the hotel after I drive you to the
picnic spot Carey has laid out for you, Miss Samantha." Staci shut the
door for Samantha and began driving them down the tar path.

 *****

 The pair arrived at a small park located deep within the island. Staci
opened the back door and let Samantha out with Ken still secured inside
her T-shirt. He was snug between her well-endowed breasts and looked out
of her V neck as Samantha walked. She strolled up to a small booth that
had a window for guests to approach.

 "My name is Samantha, and I was delivered here for a picnic."

 "We've been expecting you, Ms. Samantha. Please step this way. The
petite blonde woman in the booth stepped out and showed her to a shed
which housed life-jackets and canoe paddles. It was starting to worry
Samantha just what was planned for this picnic. Carey was up to some
weird tricks, that was for sure.

 The woman helped Carey get set up with a life jacket, and even produced
a smaller one for Ken. He was helped out of the warm chest of Samantha
and placed on the ground to be fitted for his vest. Once secured, the
blonde woman picked him up and handed him to Samantha when she was ready
in their canoe.

 Samantha placed him between her thighs and kept him in place by
clenching her knees. Ken could just barely see over the rim of the
aluminum canoe and had to let Samantha do all the paddling.

 "Just paddle down stream until you come to a natural rock underpass.
Canoe underneath it and you'll find a bay with a fifty foot waterfall
emptying into it. You can't miss the picnic blanket and basket we've
prepared for you. Carey insisted on total privacy for the two of you.
Enjoy your day!" The blonde pushed Samantha and Ken out into the jungle
river and waved them off.

 Ken sighed at the beauty of the river banks. They were overflowing with
brightly-colored flowers and brighter-colored birds. Samantha remarked
about the clear water and warm sun. Good thing she brought her
wide-brimmed hat, she commented. The brim protected both of them as the
sun was to her back.

 They winded down the river about three hundred yards before coming to
the rocky underpass. It was just high enough for Samantha as she sat
down. Water dripped off the rocky ceiling in echoey drips. The hot
equatorial sun was replaced with cool breezes that twirled underneath
the formation. Ken rubbed his palms on her soft expanses of thighs while
Samantha patted his head like a puppy dog.


 As fast as they entered the tunnel, they came out on the other end. It
was a sight right out of a postcard. A rush of falling water could be
heard to the right. Samantha made a few quick paddles to avoid being
swept under by the torrents of water. Misty spray clung to their skin
and dampened their clothing. Ken took the opportunity to look back and
upwards at Samantha's now darkened shirt. Her nipples jutted out with
the cool sensation.

 "Eyes forward, my little pervert," Samantha chided him. Ken reddened
his face and sheepishly turned back to the bow of the canoe. Laughing
together, they made their way to the far shore and beached the front
end. Samantha got out first, then reached for Ken. On the hillside was a
freshly mowed recreational area shaded by enormous trees and dotted with
perfumed flowers. A red-checkered tablecloth was laid out and food was
overflowing the wicker basket.

 Samantha rummaged through the food while she sent Ken down to the canoe
for their bag. He struggled with the canvas tote while she popped open
the wine and munched on some cheese and crackers. Giddy, she watched him
huff and puff his way up the hill with her things.

 "Thank you, darling, now go back down and tie up our canoe. We can't
have it floating out into the bay, now can we?" Ken sighed and did her
wish. Samantha flipped off her sandals and let the soft grass massage
her feet. Ken wiped his brow while looking back at her. She smiled and
sipped her wine. He was so thankful she seemed to recover so nicely.

 "Gather my sandals, little one. They seemed to have been flipped off in
different directions." Ken was questioning her orders, but soon
remembered his signed promise that he was to do whatever she asked of
him. He sealed that promise with kisses on her foot. She was his goddess
now, and to help her say yes to his question, he thought he should do as
she commands.

 He looked tired, so Samantha thought she should give him a break. She
filled his shot glass full of wine and offered him her last bite of
cheese. Ken tasted her saliva on that bite but didn't say anything. Her
power trip was really taking shape, it seemed. They dined and chatted
that afternoon and really made a new connection.

 Samantha lied back and rested her head, telling Ken to clean up the
dishes. He did so happily while she hummed a song for the two of them.
Soon after all the dishes were back in the basket, she required him to
massage her back. She complained of a pulled muscle from all that
paddling. He thought about his strain from all his work, but kept his
little mouth quiet and energetically kneaded her back. She moaned her
approval and continued her song. When she was drifting off to sleep, Ken
asked for her attention. He slid off her ribs and bounded for the canvas
bag. Samantha turned her head, brushing the hair out of her face to see
what he had in mind. He dug into the bag like a child at his toybox.
Soon he retrieved the suitcase-sized felt box and walked back to her
face. It was pointless to hide it behind his back, since he was only ten
inches tall. She gasped, but waited for his speech.

 "Samantha, my love, it's been four years now, and I've watched us grow
from casual friends into live-in lovers. I've seen you mature from our
college years into a beautiful, vibrant, intelligent woman. We've had
our share of laughs, love, and even brutal screaming fits. I've watched
you storm out of our apartment and fear you'd never come back. I've even
seen you flirt with other men at the bars when we wouldn't see eye to
eye. It scares me to think some other guy could say the right thing and
steal your heart away from me. What I'm trying to say is that I'm tired
of being afraid of seeing you go, so I want to be the guy that steals
your heart forever. Sweetie," he said, struggling with the strong spring
hinge on the ring box, "would you please do me the honor of becoming my
wife? Will you marry me?" Exhausted, Ken didn't have the strength left
to open her engagement ring box.

 Samantha half giggled-half sniffled as she accepted the box and opened
it up. The sparkling diamond ring winked up at her, and she flushed into
full tears. It was beautiful, and fit her finger perfectly. Ken waited
in her lap, looking up to see if she would say yes. She couldn't speak
now, just gasp for air and continue to cry pure joy out of her eyes. He
raised an eyebrow, still looking for a response.

 "Yes!" she choked out, "I will marry you." They kissed passionately.
Samantha's tears coupled with her wet kiss, drenched the tiny Ken. He
gave up any resistance and let her kiss him over and over. As they
settled down their passion somewhat, they could hear a loud woman
crying.

 "That was so beautiful," Carey sniffled. "I love it when guys ask their
women to marry them. I'm so happy for the two of you." Ken and Samantha
looked into the bay to see Carey swim out of it and rise over the
water's surface. Dripping wet with her hair slicked back to her
shoulders, she reached into the shore and kissed both of them together
in a sensual kiss that left all three breathless.

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 The weight of her kiss was overpowering. Samantha took most of it, but
Ken was completely washed in full, soft lips that were about the size of
his car back home. Carey's hot breath was all around them in her heated
kiss. Samantha felt Carey's large tongue caress her body and smear
saliva up her front side. The sensation sent a shiver of eroticism right
to her core.

 Carey leaned back and beamed down at the happy, newly-engaged couple.
The bride to be towered over her fiance, but she herself was dwarfed by
the dripping wet Carey. The humongous resort owner made the ground shake
as she walked onto shore. The indentations in the sand were enormous.
Even more so to the puny Ken who watched her like she walked right out
of a Jurassic Park movie.

 "I'm just so happy for the two of you," she commented, "You're both so
damn cute together, I could just eat you up!" That statement made the
two shudder at the very real possibility. However, they both knew that
Carey would never harm them.

 Carey sat down on the manicured lawn, creating two identical
indentations with her ass cheeks. Earth was pushed back in sizable
mounds to accommodate her giant rump. Her flat stomach rose high to meet
her pendulous breasts. They hung freely and dripped water down like a
light waterfall. Combined with the water dripping from her long blonde
hair, Carey looked like a sculpted water fountain created by a master
artist. However, this masterpiece was alive and warm to the touch. The
sun baked her olive skin and dried the water over time. Samantha stood
at her crossed legs and was eye-level with her nipples. Ken, however,
was barely able to see over her ankles.

 That was fine with him, for it was bad taste to stare at a
mega-giantess when one just proposed to to a mid-sized giantess. Ken
could still look up Samantha's thick tanned legs to his own entrance to
Heaven. He hugged her calf and nuzzled her thigh while the two women
spoke.

 "I never really realized just how beautiful you are, Carey," Samantha
complimented.

 "Why, thank you. You're just simply adorable as well. Ken is a lucky,
tiny man to have your hand in marriage some day. If it weren't
considered impolite, I might seduce that cute little ass of yours while
your fiance was forced to watch you make love to another woman."

 "Well, as long as we're like this on the island, he has to do as I say,
right?"

 "That's correct," replied Carey.

 "Well then, the way I see it, you saved our lives today. And, what
better way of celebrating our engagement than letting you join in on our
lovemaking!" Carey smiled from ear to ear as she reached down to collect
her little lovers. With Samantha scooped up in one hand and the
minuscule Ken in the other, she lay back on the ground to let the couple
stand on her chest.

 Samantha was now surrounded on either side by huge mounds of breast
flesh. In the middle with her was a tiny Ken that stared up at each tit.
She lay down, resting her back against one breast while parting her legs
on the rise of the other. Ken stood between her long, supple legs and
looked at her opening. Meanwhile, Carey watched the show on her chest
with growing enthusiasm. She licked her big lips and moaned out loud.
One of her immense hands found its way to her own pussy to play with her
excited clit.

 Ken placed his hands on both of Samantha's thighs while rubbing his
tiny cock to her opening. Carey could barely see his extended cock while
he rubbed his fiance. Samantha could feel it, however, so she helped her
heated state by pinching her nipples. Their large hostess could feel
free-flowing pussy juice run down and around on her chest as her little
playmates made love. Samantha laid her head on the soft breast behind
her while her man pushed into her with all he had. His cock was so small
it barely made an impact. It didn't matter though. Samantha was so
heated that looking at him sweating up during his thrusting sent her
over the edge. She was really flowing now.

 Carey donned her gigantic thong while they came. She slipped the silky
fabric up over her legs and covered her pussy. Samantha thought she had
finished her business already, but soon learned of Carey's intentions.

 "I need you to myself for a bit, lover, so we need to put Ken in a safe
place." Carey then took Ken from his place between Samantha's legs and
lifted him to her own crotch. After raising her thong's elastic band,
she dropped Ken down into the super-large, super-heated pussy opening
and snapped the thong back into place. Ken was successfully trapped in
Carey's overpowering sex.

 "He's going to be fine there, and out of our way. I need to taste you,
Samantha," she hissed with a husky, lust-filled voice. "Ride my tongue,
Samantha, it will be better than one of those Sybian devices. Trust me!"
Samantha walked up and let Carey's hand place her straddled across her
mouth. Heat from her mouth soaked Samantha's pussy to extremes. Next
came a huge tongue that searched for the nectar only women can produce.
Samantha moaned out loudly and rocked her hips to make sure even her ass
was well caressed.

 It didn't take long to cum on Carey's large taste buds. The little
woman lay on Carey's face to rest while pussy juice dripped down into
her throat. The giantess' tongue curled around and swiped at Samantha's
ass over and over again. Samantha could only kiss Carey's cheek and feel
her huge face with spread hands. Carey started to hum in different
octaves which sent Samantha reeling into waves of orgasms. The whole
time, hot steamy pants of breath washed over Samantha's sex. Oh, God,
was breathlessly moaned each time Carey licked.

 ***

 Meanwhile, Ken was dropped down into the steaming hot silky jungle that
was Carey's sex. With a canopy of silk panty trapping him inside, he was
pushed against another silk wall. This wall was smooth to the touch and
wet from sexual juices. Every time he moved around, it sent electric
waves of lust to Carey's core. This made her more wet and bathed him in
sticky goo.

 Ken tried to find safety, so he dug further down. He only found Carey's
sweaty asscrack for shelter. Her cheeks hugged him tightly when she
clenched. It became the warmest embrace he'd ever felt. It was sort of
humiliating to be gently crushed in a woman's ass, but on this island
anything went. His new fiance was getting lapped by a giantess while he
played in her crotch.

 Suddenly he was lurched around as Carey rolled onto her tummy. Now Ken
could feel the blood stop rushing to his head. Light barely pierced the
woven fabric of her thong, but it was enough to see the asscrack rise
skyward. If ever there was a Heaven away from his Samantha, this was it.
Ken let his cock slide deep into the rounded folds of Carey's titanic
ass. He was ass fucking this mega-giantess. At his size, he still felt
like a god for sexing up this enormous, incredible woman. However, the
increasing sweat pouring out of Carey's pores sent Ken slipping back
downward. His destination was going to be her dripping, pouting pussy
lips once more.

 Deciding not to fight it, he kissed her expansive cheeks and let fate
take over. Within seconds he found himself greeting the largest kiss in
the world. Hungry, wet pussy lips devoured him instantly. Ken was now in
the steamy hot tunnel of Carey's vagina. More wrinkly, silky wet pussy
made him lose his balance time and time again. Whenever Carey wanted to,
she would send herself off into an orgasm and wash him with fluid while
squeezing him with vaginal contractions.

 ***

 "How's he doing?" Samantha breathlessly asked.

 "I can feel him squirming around inside me. The little guy has a lot of
energy. He seems to be crawling deeper inside me. It feels like soon
he'll be face to face with my cervix." Carey kept up with her cunnlingus
on Samantha. Samantha loved that huge tongue painting her crotch with
sensations. No one could come close to how Carey was eating her pussy.
She let loose with volleys of orgasms. It was so intense that she would
have passed out if not for her sexual experiences before. A novice would
have no control over her own body should she be here instead of
Samantha. Samantha learned how to control herself and ride the waves
Carey was giving her.

 "Birth ..." Samantha hissed.

 "What was that, love?" Carey said as she paused her oral attack.

 "Give birth ... to my ... fiance. Please ...!" Samantha knew that soon
Ken would need fresh air. Her eyes got glassy while she imagined her
little love emerging from Carey's pussy. She wanted to be there to catch
him as he was spit out of the giantess's pussy. It would be so erotic
for her to see Ken be reborn. Crawling to Carey's crotch, she tugged at
her thong in order to see the miracle.

 Carey carefully pulled off her thong and sat, spread eagle. Using
controlled pussy movements, she nursed Ken down her vagina. Breathing
shallow, Carey got excited like Samantha. She had never done this
before, so looking down to see Ken's head crown was too much for her.
She darted a finger to her own clit and rubbed it while orgasming and
sending a limp Ken to the grass between her legs. Samantha rushed in and
cradled him in her arms.

 She could hear him breathing, so she let out a sigh of relief. She
lapped at the tasty juice that covered him while Carey continued out her
overpowering orgasm. With all three spent, they lay there cuddled
together and let the sun continue to bake them in it's heat while a soft
breeze caressed them.

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 Four hours had passed since the trio had made love. A large shadow
started to creep across the tiny pair as they slept in the valley
between Carey's thighs. The sun was starting to set behind her right
leg. The temperature change made Samantha wake first. She looked down at
her little fiance cuddled in her arms like a newborn. Ken stirred, then
found her nipple to suckle. After a few sucks, he drifted back to sleep.
Samantha silently giggled to herself at his unconscious antics.

 She continued to hold onto him as she rose to her feet. Carey was
soundly sleeping on the warm sandy beach. Her rounded ass rose in
symmetrical hemispheres that took up most of Samantha's view. guarding
her on either side were Carey's immense thighs that went on for a long
distance. Some thirty feet away Carey's huge feet made divots in the
sand. The smell of sex was still thick in the air. Samantha quickly
figured out that Carey's large vaginal lips were still wet with juice.
The soft tropical air was sending her scent right to Samantha's nose.
She, in turn, held Ken closer to her bosom when she remembered their
lovemaking just hours ago.

 Samantha took a stroll down to Carey's feet and studied them. They were
impressive, to say the least. She must spend a lot of time and care to
them, Samantha thought. They were professionally pedicured. Her nails
were polished to a fine sheen, using a tropical coral color to paint
them. The nails themselves were filed very expertly, almost as if they
were done while she was this size. I guess that's the best way to do it
if you have the means, she thought.

 The normal-sized beauty walked back up the length of the giantess
admiring her body while the huge woman slept. She loved looking at the
roller-coaster hills and valleys that made up her legs, rear and back.
Her sexual scent was replaced with trace amounts of tanning oil. The
swimming must have washed a lot of it off, but Samantha could still
smell the fine fragrance on her.

 She came up to the sleeping giantess' face and once again paused to
study her. Carey was a beautiful woman, no matter her size. Her wet hair
had dried to a lovely curl that mixed with salty sea-water and white
sand. Her pretty green eyes were now closed with two rows of no-run
mascara-coated lashes protecting them. Her nose was perfectly shaped and
exhausted her breath as she slept. Light clouds of sand billowed away
with each breath. Carey's mouth was a vision of perfection. She had
taken extra special care with her lipstick, making sure it didn't smear
when she swam or made love.

 Samantha heard, as well as felt, the low rumble of Carey when she
sighed in her sleep. A slight smile appeared on her face which made her
that much more beautiful to watch. Samantha dared step up to her soft
cheek and gently press against it. It was warm and soft to the touch.
The wispy white hairs on her cheek were like the finest fur on a mink
coat. At normal height, one wouldn't notice them at all. However, at
this size, everything was noticeable. And beautiful. Carey was one of
those women that made a gorgeous giantess.

 Carey woke slowly, fluttering her eyes to see the insect that annoyed
her to consciousness. She smiled brightly now, knowing that it was
Samantha, not a bug.

 "Hey, sexy," she boomed, even though to her she was speaking softly.

 "Hey, gorgeous," Samantha replied, "I hate to wake you, but the sun is
going down and I should get my little baby here back to the hotel. Mind
if we trouble you for a lift back?"

 "Certainly, Sweetie. Is Ken hungry at all?"

 "I think so. In his sleep, he instinctively tried to suckle my right
breast. He looked so adorable. It's too bad I'm not lactating."

 "I am," Carey answered, "It's one of the side-effects of growing to
this size. We're working on controlling that, but for now, I have to put
up with occasional leakage. Not to mention the sexual appetite I get.
You people look so damn good when I'm bigger." Both women laughed out
loud at that, causing the snoozing Ken to waken.

 "What's so funny" he said opening sleepy eyes.

 Carey started to rise and slide her bikini back on. She stood at full
height now, looming over the dwarfed pair.

 "OK, ready for the ride back?"

 "Ready when you are," Samantha replied.

 "All right then, for safety's sake, let's put Ken in my bra cup. I'd
hate to see you lose your grip on him with one of my strides." Carey
cupped her hands to accept Ken. After depositing him in there, he rose
four stories into the air faster than any elevator and was now eye-level
with her enormous right breast. Ken could see a dark spot right over the
nipple's protrusion. Carey opened her swim cup and poured his tiny body
inside. Once Ken was spread-eagle in place to accept her nipple in his
face, she let the elastic strap his little body to her breast. Ken could
taste warm breastmilk immediately. He lapped at it and sucked her porous
nipple for more.

 Samantha was next, so Carey reached down and picked her up, sliding her
into the stretchy thong in her front. Samantha was strapped in much like
she did for Ken when she took him back from the beach cove to the
bungalow days before. She was amazed, thinking that this is much like
Ken experienced. Her tiny legs were so minuscule next to Carey's massive
thighs. Carey's pelvis felt so soft and warm next to her backside. She
sighed her feeling of comfort and nuzzled to Carey's hips while the
giantess started to wade through the water back to the resort.

 The water's surface never went past mid-thigh, so Samantha stayed nice
and dry. Her tiny feet felt sea-spray, but nothing too soaking wet. They
made it back to the resort in record time with Carey squatting down to
let Samantha squirm out of the confines of her thong. The squirming she
did caused a ticklish sensation for Carey. She laughed out loud until
Samantha got her left foot free, causing Ken to jiggle around in that
massive bra cup.

 Carey next pulled back her bikini top to let Ken tumble out to the
grassy lawn. Ken stood up and turned around just to see her nipple go
out of sight with the replacement of her top. She smiled down at the
pair and told them not to be late for dinner. They still had a dinner
date to attend.

 "Wear your best dancing dress, sweetie." she told Samantha. "I expect
you to be in a tuxedo, young man." After talking to them like a parent
to her children, she blew each of them a kiss and shook the ground as
she left. Samantha took Ken's tiny hand in hers and led him back inside
the hotel like a mother with her child.

 ****

 The Presidential Suite was impressive, to say the least. The fabrics
all matched and accented each other perfectly. The furniture was
exquisite. All hand-carved, it was artwork as well as functional
furniture pieces. If it wasn't made of local wood, it was gold plated
and very expensive. The bathroom was a scene right out of a Roman empire
movie. Samantha took to the bathroom immediately while Ken explored the
bed. The bed was way too high for the likes of him; he knew he'd need
Samantha's help getting in and out.

 Samantha turned the water on and poured a good amount of bath salts
into the water. It steamed up right away and gave her a soothing feel.
When the water level was just right, she undressed and called for her
little fiance. He came scampering around the corner and watched as his
towering bride-to-be stepped gingerly into the steamy water. As she
slipped beneath the water, she curled a finger at him silently telling
him to come closer. Ken slipped off his swim trunks and strode up to
her.

 She plucked him off the ground and lifted him to her face. With a kiss
to his little face and another to his spent cock, she let him slide down
her front until his head used her breasts like pillows. Ken lay there as
she lightly poured water on his chest while the rest of him was
comfortably resting underneath the surface. Using his hands, he stroked
her ribs and sighed his contentment. He nuzzled his head into her
tit-flesh while she hummed her favorite tune. It was a slow melody which
always put him in a sleepy mood.


 Once she knew he had fallen asleep on her chest, she rested her head on
the rolled up towel behind her and closed her eyes. Samantha stayed
awake and kept a protective hand on Ken's little body to make sure he
didn't accidentally slip under water. With the scented candles
flickering on the white walls, she let the walls echo her hummed tune
and relaxed.

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 There was a knock at the door that roused Samantha first. As she
instinctively straightened up in the tub, Ken slid down her tummy into
the warm water between her massive thighs. Underwater he went, receiving
a submerged kiss from her soaked pussy. Ken rose to the surface and spat
out soapy water. A look of disgust on his tiny face.

 Samantha giggled at his predicament then stood up and got out of the
tub. Hurriedly she donned a resort towel and made her way to the door.
Standing outside was a beautiful woman of about 26, wearing the resort's
uniform of khaki shorts and the resort's colors in a striped polo-shirt.
She introduced herself as Raquel.

 "Excuse me, ma'am," her lilted voice sang, "I'm to pick you and your
fiance up and deliver you to the restaurant. Lady Carey is waiting for
you now."

 "Oh, my God, we're no where near ready! I completely lost track of
time. How late are we?" Samantha asked in a panicked tone.

 "Relax," Raquel cooed, "It's quite all right. I'm a bit early,
actually, and your reservation with Lady Carey isn't for another hour
and a half. I'm just here to collect you two and bring you there in time
to meet the other guests. Please, don't hurry yourselves. I can wait."
With that, Raquel stood at attention outside the door.

 "Please, do come in and have a seat. I'll rouse Ken out of the tub and
start getting ourselves ready. What is the attire for something of this
nature?"

 "It's full evening-wear," Raquel responded, "and that reminds me. I
have something for the little gentleman." Raquel produced a small outfit
wrapped in paper on a tiny hanger. Inside was a tuxedo shrunk down to
his specifications. She bent down at the waist and presented it to Ken
who was now wearing a washcloth around his waist and dripping on the
luxurious carpeting.

 "Thank you," his tinny voice chimed.

 "He sure is handsome," Raquel remarked to Samantha. Samantha was
slipping into her Victoria Secret lingerie before sliding on her Gucci
dress. It was her birthday present from Ken last year. Samantha's hair
danced on the black material that barely covered her shoulders. The
dress accented her bosom nicely and only covered half her calves.
Cinched in with a belt, her waist was very slender in that dress. Adding
pumps and perfume, Samantha was stunning in a matter of minutes. Even
Raquel whistled her approval.

 "I could never wear that, I don't have the body."

 "Oh, you would be surprised with what I could do for you, dear,"
Samantha replied over her shoulder as she applied hints of makeup. She
was a master of feminine beauty and bringing it out in most any woman.

 Ken soon appeared from behind a makeshift curtain made from Samantha's
bedtime undershirt. Ken was dapper as he posed for the women. Making
mock catalog poses, he smiled and brushed microscopic lint off his
tuxedo.

 "It fits to have the word 'hottie' on your shirt with your adorable
fiance standing there," Raquel mentioned. Both women laughed at that and
started to leave with Ken in hand.

 Raquel opened the rear door to the limousine and offered help to
Samantha in getting inside. Once sure that her outfit wasn't caught in
the door, she closed it and got inside the driver's seat. Samantha
stretched her naturally long legs and let Ken sit in the expanse between
her thighs. He sat cross-legged and looked up at his exquisite
bride-to-be.

 "You are simply out of this world, my love,"

 "And you are a model of male handsomeness. Why, I could just eat you up
right here in the car." She held out a hand and caressed his head
gently. The two rode in the back and chatted while Raquel drove them to
the restaurant. With them all dressed up, they could only imagine how
fancy this ordeal was going to be.

 ***

 The limo stopped at the restaurant, allowing Samantha to peer out at
who all was attending. Ken was way too short to look out the windows, so
he sat looking up at Samantha's enormous breasts hefted up in that
revealing dress. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear those breasts
would overflow that dress and avalanche down on top of him. Perhaps one
of his wildest fantasies would come true - being flattened by her
gargantuan chest. It made Ken lick his lips at the thought of sucking
one of her watermelon-sized nipples.

 Raquel opened the door for Samantha, and she took Ken into her grasp as
she exited. For safe keeping, Samantha pushed Ken's tuxedo-clad body
into her perfumed cleavage. With all this milling around and
elbow-rubbing, she thought it best he stay there for fear of getting
lost in the shuffle. Her Gucci dress held him there nicely between her
soft tits. Many of the other men where in the same predicament.

 Many times women who introduced themselves laughed at the attempts of
their men shouting to one another as they met. What was normal
conversation distance for the women created a shouting match for the men
trying to be heard in the crevasses. Many compliments of "isn't he
adorable," and "he looks so cute tucked into your cleavage like that,"
were passed around like handshakes at a convention.

 Samantha spotted Carey off in the corner of the patio talking to two
other women in similar fancy dresses. She walked over there casually
giving Ken a bird's eye view of the forest of gorgeous legs that passed
them by. It would be dangerous for him or any other man his size to be
on the ground at this time. With all the high heels walking this way and
that, someone his size would be punctured within no time at all. While
he was at chest level, he noticed other men were tucked into belts and
purses. They all got to see this event at crotch level. It made Ken
swoon with fantasies.

 "There's my love!" Carey shrilled as she saw Samantha coming her way.
"Ladies, this is my dear friend, Samantha. Samantha, this is Claudia and
Lacey. I got to meet Samantha recently, while Claudia and Lacey are both
my college sorority sisters. We all three vowed to be business partners
one day, and viola! here we are." Ken and Samantha could see just how
rock-solid-gorgeous the pair of women were. They both had killer bodies
inside their revealing dresses. They found out that Claudia was the
marketing whiz while Lacey did the books for the resort. Carey took care
of management issues. The two were very concerned for Samantha's
well-being when the story was retold in whispers.

 "Please," Lacey said while holding Samantha's hand in hers, "you come
see me before you leave. I am handing you and Ken here a free week's
stay for your honeymoon. I won't take no for an answer as it's the least
we could do. It's just terrible that something that dreadful took place.
We're so very sorry."

 "I can tell you first-hand how bad that is for marketing and
advertising," Claudia joined in, "so we want to please the both of you
the best we can."

 "Let us have our wedding here during that free vacation, and I'm very
pleased. What do you say, Ken?" Samantha looked down at the little
eaves-dropping groom. He gave the four women an arm-waving thumbs up.

 The four women erupted in a chorus of excited shrills and hugs. Ken
was, to say the least, shoved into a multiple frenzy of soft, warm
breasts. All the women in the group were heavy-chested, so Ken was
ricocheted off each woman's chest multiple times in the group hug.

 "Don't you ladies have any men with you?" Samantha asked.

 "We do, but their fantasies were to ride around in our panties. It's a
fraternity trio that paid a lot of money for tonight's festivities. They
are all tucked nicely between our legs." The three of them giggled and
looked back at Samantha. She joined their laughter and shook her head in
disbelief. Ken nearly fainted at the thought of being cooped up in their
sexy panties pressed against their sex while the women dined.

 The four ladies ate at the head table and shared stories while Ken ate
silently. Occasionally they would include him in the conversation, but
because Ken's voice was so soft and high-pitched at his new size, it was
somewhat annoying. He was content to eat his dinner and just listen
anyway. It gave him time to wonder how those frat boys were making out
down below. Every once in a while one of the three would reach down and
adjust her panties, perhaps to give the lucky guy some fresh air.

 After the dishes were cleared and they all shared a glass of '43
Chantille Le Blanc, the disco music began to pump and thump. Lacey was
up instantly, pulling on Claudia who pulled on Carey's arm, who simply
wouldn't go out onto the dance floor without Samantha. That meant that
Ken was going to dance as well, since he was still tucked into her
chest.

 Lights flashed and sound pulsed. Ken could only make out whirls of
color as Samantha whipped his tiny frame around. He knew she was facing
the other women as they all danced. Again, his mind went to the other
three men shoved into sexy panties in the other women. They must be
lurched to their limits down below. The women really knew how to grind
out on the dance floor. Claudia pushed her succulent ass outward and
made hip circles. That position must have pressed the fratboy deep into
her crack for a good sniff of her backside. Carey felt for him and
patted her rump when she could feel his outline underneath the stretchy
material.

 Lacey's form of dancing was more quick hip movements and fancy
footwork. Her man must be losing his breakfast at this point, he
thought. He soon thought it best not to imagine him making a mess down
there. It would have been insulting to such a beauty as Lacey was for
that to actually happen.

 Carey stuck to grinding Claudia from behind. The two made body waves
together and hugged as they danced. It was incredibly erotic to see.
Samantha started to really get into her groove. Ken could tell with the
additional sweat pouring out of her skin and down his back. Swaying back
and forth, Ken watched the foursome dance, grind, and flirt with one
another for almost three solid hours.

 Samantha looked down at her little man. He was droopy with exhaustion.
She figured he'd had enough so she tried to excuse herself.

 I've got to get him some fresh air," she shouted over the music, "It's
been a blast meeting you two!"

 "We'll walk out with you," they all shouted back.

 ***

 Outside, they conversed on the other side of the pumping-beat wall of
the disco.

 "We want to hang out with you and Ken tonight if you are interested,"
Claudia proposed.

 "I'd love to party with you two one more time before you have to
leave," Carey said while caressing Samantha's cheek.

 "Please?" Lacey asked in her innocent, schoolgirl voice.

 "What about your fraternity men? I'm not into other guys touching me,
for obvious reasons," Samantha stated.

 "Oh no, don't get us wrong. These guys paid good money for tonight's
fun, but they didn't pay us THAT much. Besides, with all our dancing,
I'm sure they're done for the night." All four women busted out laughing
at that one.

 "Give me and my man about thirty minutes, then knock. I'm sure the five
of us can come up with some fun and games tonight." The four kissed each
other on the cheeks, then parted.

 Ken was in for the night of his life tonight!

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 Samantha and Ken used the half hour they requested to quickly shower
and change clothes. The disco was extremely hot and sweaty, so they
needed the time to freshen up. While Samantha fixed drinks, Ken paced on
the sofa. The idea of making love to his giantess was exhausting enough,
but you add Carey as well and it was downright taxing. Now, he would be
having an orgy with 4 giantesses, all wanting to whoop it up on their
last night in paradise.

 DING DONG!

 The Presidential suite's doorbell chimed with muffled giggling on the
other side of the door. Ken froze. This was either going to be his
greatest night of sex ever, or his last day on earth. Carey could get
pretty wild, but her friends looked to put Carey's sexual appetite to
shame.

 The girls came in one by one, clicking their massive high heels on the
wood flooring. They were still stunning in their party dresses. With
strappy heels accentuating their gorgeous calves, the women walked
around in the kitchen receiving their drinks and getting to know
Samantha a little better.

 "You are just simply gorgeous, Samantha," Claudia said, heavy with
lust. Claudia was a stunning brunette with long curly hair and a tall
frame at her normal size. She had a healthy chest and the firmest ass
Ken had seen since meeting his Samantha. Her nails were meticulously
done up in a sexy pearl-color shade. She was every bit a statuesque
beauty. She had the look of a tigress on the hunt the way she eyed up
Samantha.

 Lacey, however, was like an adorable little sister. She had bobbed
blonde hair and talked with a Sirens voice. It was soft and melodic,
high-toned but very sexy. Her chest wasn't nearly as pendulous as
Claudia's or Carey's, but she seemed to sport very puffy nipples behind
that shiny dress she was wearing. Her legs were her strong point. She
had a set of killer thighs that tapered down nicely to calves and very
pretty feet. She seemed to have the most energy of the four women.

 The four of them started to move out into the living room and settle
down on the couch near Ken. Succulent asses plunked down on either side
of him which sent him airborne a bit. When he landed and bounced, the
girls laughed at his predicament.

 "He is just so adorable, Samantha," Lacey said while caressing his
little body. Her index finger traced his chest and stomach down to his
crotch and rubbed against his cock through his little outfit. "My my my,
just too adorable."

 Claudia seconded that motion with a caress of her soft hand against his
back. She looked down at him over her breast curve and licked her
margarita-stained lips at him. She moved her sights from Samantha to
Ken. Being so close to the women's laps, Ken could smell their pussies
frothing up for tonight's action. Claudia's scent was intoxicating.
Lacey's was heady as well, but a very clean smell. Her other hand was
down inside her crotch while she stroked Ken like a dildo.

 Carey, all the while, was playfully in Samantha's lap kissing her and
touching her chest. Samantha was getting into the mood, but kept a
watchful eye on the new ladies as they handled her new groom-to-be.
Through her slitted eyes it looked like Lacey was fisting a
fleshy-colored cock. The next thing she knew, she was receiving Carey's
hungry tongue.

 Lacey got on her hands and knees now, looking to pounce on poor Ken.
Ken was in the wide V of Claudia's outstretched legs. One leg draped
over the back of the sofa while the other extended down to the floor
like a soft, smooth slide. Only her silky thong kept her from kissing
him with her pussy. Claudia held Ken by his ankles and made sure he
stood upright for what was about to happen. She pulled his feet up to
her vaginal opening and rubbed his calves against her sex. Lacey
descended down on top of Ken's upper body and sucked his 10" body like
an erect cock.

 The next thing Ken knew, he was being sucked on like a penis. Lacey's
lips rubbed over his body and her tongue washed his front side. It was
warm inside her mouth, saliva smearing around him. What he thought was a
basketball hitting his head was actually the dangle in the back of her
throat bobbing on him. Apparently Lacey was good at deep throat. Ken was
afraid, however, because his dimmed view was that of her throat. What
lay beyond was instant death if she decided to suddenly swallow.

 She didn't though. She instead spit him back out and licked him clean
of her mess. More hot breath blasted his face while she panted in lust.
Ken was being blow-jobbed right in front of his wife. What's more, she
seemed to be getting off on it. Samantha looked at her fiance
disappearing into Lacey's mouth and cumming like a faucet for Carey.
Carey had switched her position to her knees and lapping at Samantha's
beautiful opening.

 "I ..." Samantha stammered, "I want ... want to fuck ... I want to fuck
my man!" Her breathing was labored, and her voice weak. However, the
message was heard, and the women got into their purses.

 Carey pulled out what seemed like a television remote. Lacey donned a
black rubber thong with little attachments on her pelvis. Claudia
collected Ken and kept his wet body warm in her ample chest. While Lacey
pulled the rubber thong up to her waist, Carey aimed the remote at
Samantha and pressed the green button. Samantha could feel her body warm
up, then grow. What little she had on soon ripped off her body. The
resort's robe was now terry cloth tatters. The matching fuzzy slippers
burst with pretty feet. Samantha was orgasming while the resort owner
made her grow to twelve feet in height. A good thing for the vaulted
ceiling!

 Samantha sat there, pushing the living room furniture away with her
long legs. Her orgasm puddle soaked the bear-skinned rug in front of the
fireplace and large windows that overlooked the ocean. She didn't care,
though, because the sensation Carey put her through was out of this
world. More pussy juice squirted out with each breath. The three smaller
women just giggled and prepared Ken for his adventure.

 Claudia brought Ken to Lacey in her hand. Ken was facing the floor with
his feet being placed in what seemed like ski boots. Latching the
buckles on tightly, Ken couldn't move his legs at all. He could only
bend at the waist, but Carey shoved her huge, gorgeous face up to his
and warned him not to move at all. When they were done with Ken, he was
now Lacey's ten-inch erection from her strap-on panties.

 With her hand dripping with erotic oil, she smeared Ken's body down
like lobbing up a dildo. It felt wonderful to Ken, but he was dizzy when
she walked around. Humiliating to say the least, he was about to become
the cock that fucks his sex-hungry wife. His only view while Lacey
massaged the oil on his body was of her fantastic legs and her pretty,
toenail-painted feet. Claudia and Carey got in close to watch as Ken was
pushed inside his wife.

 His body naturally followed the fleshy tube's path deep inside her. It
was stiflingly hot inside Samantha. As wet as being underwater, he was
thrust deep until he could feel his feet press against her taint. Ken
decided it was best to keep his arms crossed over his chest while the
blonde-haired Lacey made love to Samantha using Ken as the penis. Back
and forth he was shoved, over her bumpy, rubbery, vaginal wall. He slid
and slid while holding his breath, being knocked around like a rag doll.

 He could feel the crushing caress of Samantha instinctively milking him
like a cock. Instead of drawing out semen, her body was only pressing
his tiny reserve of air out of his lungs. Tonight, he thought, could
very easily be his last on earth. He might simply pass out and die
inside his fiance. If he did, what a way to go, he thought.

 ***

 Samantha, on the outside, was panting, shouting, screaming, gyrating,
and convulsing in the most intense orgasm she'd ever faced. The thought
of her tiny man being pumped furiously inside her was sending her over
the edge. She was certain that she would be dehydrated after all the
release she would erupt on his little body and all over the rug. Claudia
put her hand on Lacey's hip to signal that Ken should come out for air.

 Lacey agreed and pulled his lifeless body out so the two hungry
tigresses could lap Samantha's taste off his body. Carey sucked him this
time, and sucked him clean. Using her tongue, she bathed him and
massaged him back to consciousness. Ken coughed and spattered, then lay
on her outstretched tongue like a sole survivor lost at sea clinging to
a piece of wreckage. Carey's tongue was quickly replaced with Lacey's
loving hand as she held him outstretched from her waist. Lacey unlatched
him while Claudia carefully handed him to the enlarged Samantha. She
quickly kissed him and let him rest on her even-more massive chest. Ken
cuddled up on her right breast like a huge body pillow and fell asleep.
Knowing he was OK, she looked at her sexy new friends.

 "Come here, my pets, it's time to play. Samantha wants to play with her
sexy little kitties. Claudia, my purring little black cat, lick up my
milk between my legs." Claudia instantly began lapping at Samantha's
spillage between her outstretched legs.

 "Ah, my little blondies," she panted, "I want each of you to suckle my
big titties. I suckled from you, Carey, now I want to know what it feels
like when you do it to me." With Ken safely in her cleavage, the women
were careful not to rouse him while he slept. Lacey began to pull at her
nipple with her mouth, much like a kitten would to her mother. Breast
milk flowed freely from her bosom. The women drank like starving
alley-cats. Streams of the sugary milk flowed past their cheeks and down
their necks. The sight was too much for Samantha, and she let loose
another stream for Claudia to devour.

 Next, Samantha bent the little women over onto their hands and knees.
Using her thick fingers, she pushed them deep inside the moaning
threesome. She was able to penetrate all three pussies at once, causing
them to moan in synchronicity. The trio mewed like animals to the aching
finger-cocks that dove inside and bent around to explore. Once Samantha
found their G-spots, she pressed and rubbed them until the three women
shook the very ground in mind-shattering climaxes.

 Instead of pulling out, the three resort owners demanded that Samantha
leave her fingers inside them while they came to their senses and slept.
Samantha made Ken groggily climb down to her bountiful asscheeks and
settle in to sleep between her warm cheeks. Using a thread of her warm
terry-cloth robe, Ken pulled the fabric up to his shoulder and nuzzled
in to her asshole as a pillow. The other three women dozed off with
Samantha's finger-cocks inside them, so Samantha herself dozed off on
the living room floor, completely content.

                                 To be continued...