LOCKER ROOM NO. 1

Jeffrey thought he had come up with a very good idea to get some cheap thrills. It was simple to do: sneak into the Woodland Hills High School girl’s locker room during cheerleader practice with his "Out Of Order" sign, slip into one of the shower stalls and cut a hole in the curtain, and hang his sign on the stall.

How could they suspect he would be watching their every luscious move?

He was all set and positioned when they came in after practice.  Since the school was empty at this time, they usually spent as long as they wanted in the locker room, as he had also learned during the planning stages. From the football game program, he had learned who each one of them was: Evelyn (or Evie as she was generally called) was a short, busty blond, and the acknowledged leader of the group. Terri was also blond, while two other girls, Jill and Veronica were brunette. Jill was the tallest of the group, standing a hair under 6 feet tall.  Her commanding height and piercing green eyes gave her the reputation of being a bitch queen. From what Jeffrey had heard, the reputation was well earned. The last of the five cheerleaders was a valley girl type with frosted silver hair named Michele. It seemed that very little was known about her; kids at the high school considered her to be unapproachable though Jeffrey couldn't find out why. It seemed that her only friends were the cheerleader squad members.

The five girls entered the locker room laughing and talking amongst themselves.

"I'd hope that bitch Mrs. Wesley gets gang-raped on the way home" Evie was griping. "Making us do ten laps around the track because we 'weren't working hard enough'. I swear to god I think that witch was born on the rag". The other girls laughed at Evie's speculation as they began to remove their tops.

"Who here thinks that Freddie is going to get lucky tonight?" Jill laughed, turning to smile at Terri, who had been stringing her boyfriend Freddie along for two months without any action. Terri just smiled prettily, and removing her tennis shoe, flung it across the locker room at Jill. Terri's aim was a little off though, and by a fluke of luck her shoe flew into the shower stall which Jeffrey was hidden in. Terri crossed to retrieve her shoe, as Jeffrey tried to huddle in the corner of the stall. She pulled the curtain aside to reach in, and saw him sheepishly standing there scrunched into the corner.

"Hey, look what we have here. An honest to fucking goodness peeping tom". Terri announced.

"You're shitting us, right?" Jill asked.

"If you don't believe me, come over here and see for yourself" Terri replied, "'cause it looks like this asshole is too much of a wimp to step out from behind the stall".

Curious, the other girls came over in various states of undress to see Terri's peeping tom. Jeffrey was so scared and embarrassed at being caught that he didn't know what to do at this point.  He waited red-faced and trembling at the thought of being the subject of the girl's wrath.

"I didn't believe it at first, but we really do have a perv in here" Evie announced. She was standing before him, her ample chest heaving as she spoke. Despite his fear, he found his attention magnetically drawn to stare at those two tremendous tits with their very stiff pink nipples. "Shit, look at him drooling over us. I hope the thrill is worth it, perv, because we're going to kick you're sorry butt."

"Hey, Michele, what about that wild technology you were telling us about from where you came from. If you want us to believe you, here's the perfect opportunity for a live demonstration" Terri was saying. "I doubt anyone knows the motherfucker snuck in here, so no ones going to miss him.

"Stand aside, Lady Foxes" Michele told her team members, "None of you will be skeptical after this". Jeffrey had no idea what Michele was doing as she started to adjust her watch, but didn't really care as he was mainly interested in her long legs and sexy bare feet, rather than her watch. Suddenly, there was a flash like a flash cube going off, and Jeffrey found himself staring at several sets of gargantuan legs more than a hundred yards away.

"That's really bitchin"' one of the girls said in a voice as loud as thunder to poor little Jeffrey.

"The little butthead was staring at your feet and drooling right before you shrunk him" Jill said to Michele. The girls towered above Jeffrey like downtown skyscrapers, and he truly wished he had never tried to sneak a peek anymore. "Let's see how he likes my feet after an hour and a half of cheerleader practice" Jill thundered, as she took a step towards the tiny voyeur. Suddenly Jeffrey realized just how small he was, as her ankle towered over him, about thirty feet off the ground. "Watch this" Jill told her friends, "I'm going to snare the little guy between my toes". Jeffrey started to run, but had only run from the tile he had been standing in to the next tile before true to her words, Jill had snatched him like an insect between her big toe and her index toe.

As Jill closed her toes on Jeffrey's tiny body, his view of the world was abruptly cut off. The stench of her toe sweat was phenomenal to poor little Jeffrey, a powerful, musky odor which threatened to suffocate him due to his diminutive stature. He was dimly aware of the giggly of the girls at his predicament betwixt Jill's toes. He could tell that he was firmly wedged in the nook between her toes, with no chance of escape. "Here's what we do to peeping toms" Jill told him in a deafening shout as slowly and deliberately, she began wiggling her toes in a grinding motion. The air left his tiny lungs in a whoosh, the torment she inflicted worse than he could have ever envisioned.  Violently he struggled and clawed to escape Jill's tortuous toe grip. His tormentor suddenly weakened her grip as gales of titanic laughter escaped her lips. "The son of a bitch is tickling me" she screamed. She tossed him from her grip. Jeffrey landed on his back over a hundred feet from where her foot was, unhurt from his fall due to his featherlike weight.

"I love having my feet tickled" Veronica stated in booming tones, stepping over to wear Jeffrey fell. She wiggled her smelly toes in front of the diminutive man, and then reached out her gargantuan toes and grabbed the tiny guy. She giggled hysterically as he struggled within the grasp of her toes.  Several times she let him go, waiting for him to get up and try to escape before once again snatching his miniature body with one foot or the other. Whenever he stopped struggling she began to wiggle her pretty, pedicured toes, crushing his

frail body and forcing him to struggle for dear life.

"Give him a rest, so he can get his breath back". Michele told Veronica. When she asked why, Michele said "He's going to need it where he's going to be going". Whatever Michele had said caused Veronica to giggle even more, but she lifted her mighty foot off Jeffrey's body after several minutes of squashing him underfoot.

Jeffrey stood up, and looked around for a place to hide. Unfortunately, he recalled now he was in a shower stall. Not only were there no possible hiding places (except maybe the enormous shoe several hundred feet away which Terri had thrown in here to start this horrifying episode), but the only way out was over what now appeared to Jeffrey to be a wall approximately forty feet high. Jeffrey was standing between Michele's feet, clad in enormous tennis shoes themselves. Looking directly up he could see her panty clad pussy far above, maybe two hundred feet from the ground. Making up his mind, he began to jog towards Terri's overturned sneaker, but before making half way Michele blocked his path with an enormous foot. "You were so intent on getting your sexual jollies" she roared.  "Well, now the tables are turned, and we're going to get our jollies at your expense". She bent towards him, causing Jeffrey to cringe in fear as it seemed to him as though a giant skyscraper was toppling over on top of him. Michele laughed derisively at his reaction as with her gigantic thumb and forefinger she picked him up. To Jeffrey's new perspective, the tip of Michele's index finger was at least ten feet wide.

His titanic captor carried him back into the locker room, and approached an equally titanic Evie with him. Michele deposited him unceremoniously in Evie's great palm. Evie brought the squirming little bug close to her face, and breathing down on him, said "I saw you have a thing for big tits. Well, tell me if these tits are big enough for you". She lowered him directly in front of her gargantuan breasts, which she had taken the time to attire in a frilly white brassiere. She began to shake her enormous tits around with Jeffrey perched in her palm. She held him less than 30 feet away from those massive tits, each of which seemed at least a hundred feet wide. Jeffrey prayed she wouldn't crush him to death under a massive breast. But even before he completed that thought, Evie said "It's time you get the 'full experience"'. Saying this, she plucked him from her palm with two fingers of the opposing hand, and with her free hand pulled her bra forward at the top away from her tit. Jeffrey began to plead for mercy from his cruel captor. "Please don't drop me in your bra. You'll crush me to death.  I'll do anything you want, just don't crush me" he begged.

"You worthless little perv, you can't do anything unless we let you" Evie said, and with that she dropped him into her bra and let it back into place. Tiny Jeffrey could feel the massive tit crushing him, smothering the life from him. After much struggling he managed to turn his head so that he would not be suffocated by the gigantic breast. With each step enormous Evie took, her massive cleavage jiggled and forced the breath from weak little Jeffrey's lungs. He could hear Terri's voice as the girl tried to get Evie to do jumping jacks with her little captive confined as he was. Finally, after what seemed as hours of oppressive punishment beneath Evie's mountainous bosom, he heard Jill's voice announce "the pools' ready, bring him over, Evie".

Jeffrey suddenly felt the enormous weight of Evie's soft breast shift over top of him, squashing him like a pea. He almost gasped in pain, but by then he couldn't expand his lungs for the weight of the breast on him. It only lasted a second though, as she removed her bra, so that he was lying stunned in a huge, 42 DD cup. Evie's gigantic form rapidly receded, as she lowered him into a box of some sort. She set him inside, dumping him out of her enormous bra. As he looked around at his surroundings, he saw he was in a red plastic box, whose sides rose into the air some sixty feet above him. The box appeared to be at least 100 feet wide, and maybe twice as long. Jeffrey could see that he was in some sort of wash basin. His five captors stood surrounding him, though it was difficult for him to see much higher than their massive thighs at the distance they stood from his new prison.

"Hope you know how to swim, little man" Michele said in a teasing voice as she lowered her lacy pink panties and began to squat over his box. A look of horror spread over Jeffrey's features as he looked up at that mighty snatch, framed by a pair of beautiful thighs. As he watched in frightful fascination, the beautiful cheerleader released a torrent of her foul yellow piss on the little captive, sweeping him off his feet in the deluge she released. All the girls laughed heartily on seeing this display. "I'm next" Jill said, taking Michele's place over the box, and taking careful aim with her lightly furred pussy, poured thousands of gallons of urine on Jeffrey, causing him to go under and swallow several mouthfuls of piss. Then Terri, Veronica, and lastly Evie took turns, by which time poor little Jeffrey was tiring from swimming in their hot, smelly piss and was barely keeping from drowning.

Veronica fished him out with a long brown hair, and washed him up so that she could take him home. They could play again later.