The Spirit of Christmas      part I      by willie



It all started so innocently for Frank. At least he thought it did. It was
something his loving wife had volunteered him for. Actually it was a no-brainer.
Frank owned his own small moving company. He owned all sizes of moving vans.
When the people running the "Gifts for the poor children" needed the garage-full
of toys, books, and clothes moved to the church cafeteria, they immediately
thought of Frank.

Frank really didn't feel like wasting a Saturday morning moving gifts for
so-called under-privileged kids. Frank had grown up poor. He knew these kids had
more things than he had growing up. He whined to Linda when she told him she'd
offered his services. "Tell me that church couldn't afford to rent a van or pay
someone willing to move the gifts. Heck, they could buy a van with the money you
give alone."

"Don't be so selfish," Linda said sternly. "It's a good cause. Besides,
Kim Jackson is running it."

Now that was a different story. Frank instantly had incentive. He still
acted like it was killing him but he agreed. "I'll do it for the spirit of
Christmas," Frank said mockingly. He never imagined those well spoken words
would come back to haunt him.

Kim Jackson wasn't just an active member of the church. She practically
was the church. After her newlywed husband was killed in a car accident five
years ago, she turned toward the church and never looked away. It seemed like
every event or charity the church did, she was the one in charge. Kim was also a
Eucharistic minister. That meant she walked into church with the priest and gave
out Holy Communion.

Kim did the eight thirty mass in the chapel every week, and Frank made
sure that if Linda was going to drag him to mass, she was dragging him to the
eight-thirty. It was no different Sunday the thirteenth of December, six days
before Frank's services were required. Linda wanted to sleep in and go to a
later mass but Frank would hear none of it.

"Let's go Linda," Frank said shaking the bed. "I have a ton of things to
do today. If we don't go now, you're going alone." Actually, Frank's plans for
the day included lying on the sofa and watching football but he persisted until
Linda called him an asshole and rolled out of bed.

Frank dreamt of what Kim would be wearing the whole way to church. She
usually wore tight fitting slacks that attenuated her voluptuous bottom. Frank
figured this morning would be no different. Frank liked women's butts. No, he
loved women's butts. His goal in life was to die under a woman's butt. Out of
all the women Frank ever met, Kim Jackson owned the finest derriere Frank ever
laid his perverted eyes on.

 Kim's bottom wasn't small. Frank hated small skinny bottoms that had no
meat to them. Kim's bottom wasn't even medium sized like Linda's. Frank loved
Linda's bottom. She had a soft round full bottom that Frank loved to bury his
face in. His dream was to have Linda sit on his face and smother him between her
cheeks until his body quivered for air. Linda wanted no parts of Frank's fetish.
"That's disgusting," she snorted each time Frank mentioned it. Linda just
couldn't get passed the butt hole thing.

Kim Jackson's bottom wasn't just big. It was perfect. Round and full,
every pound of its eminence was in the right spot. Frank always considered his
wife's bottom to be built like the perfect pumpkin, the one he had searched for
every Halloween, but never quite finding. He had been close. Frank had picked
some awesome pumpkins growing up, but he never found the perfect one. That was
until he met Linda. Then Kim Jackson entered the picture. Kim's bottom wasn't
the perfect pumpkin. Each cheek was. Her ass consisted of two equally perfect
pumpkins joined at the hip like Siamese twins.

Frank wasn't disappointed when the procession entered the church. Sure
enough, Kim Jackson was in line. Frank had steered Linda to the left of the
church. Kim's place in line told Frank she would serve communion to his side of
the church. Kim had on what Frank figured she'd be wearing. Her tight slacks
held her swaying meat in check like the steel fence at the zoo holds the
ferocious lions at bay. Frank's spellbound stare at Kim's melodic ass was broken
by pain, rib pain caused by Linda's jealous elbow.

Frank sat through a long liturgy and an even longer homily. Finally, even
the priest got tired of hearing his own half-asleep voice and sat down. Ten
minutes later, Frank was in line to receive communion from none other than the
magnificent but equally holy Kim Jackson. Frank felt the refracted rays of
morning sunlight entering through the old stained glass windows burn the side of
his face as Kim offered "the body of Christ" to him.

"Amen," Frank answered as he took the host in his mouth. Frank didn't
normally let anyone put something directly into his mouth. Kim was different. He
gladly let her drop the thin wafer onto his tongue. Kim's fingers seemed to
linger in his mouth forever. Frank fought the urge to close his lips around her
forefinger and feel its holiness. He looked into her eyes and saw the fire Moses
saw on the mountain. Frank looked at her lips and witnessed a grimace of power,
a control she seemed to have over him.

A second later the moment was gone. Frank turned and followed his beloved
back to the pew. His gaze now focused onto her swinging perfection. The burning
in his throat when he swallowed the tainted host didn't surprise him. Frank knew
he was going to hell for sure.

After mass, Frank took Linda to breakfast at the diner. Linda liked to
dine out. She loved to fill her belly in the morning. Linda's favorite food was
scrapple, one of the food items Frank could not stomach. Linda didn't like the
sight or smell of it raw, so she always ordered it when they ate breakfast out.
"I have to go food shopping," Linda said to Frank between bites of scrapple and
omelet. She had a smidgeon of butter on the side of her lips. "And I don't have
all my Christmas shopping done."  That news made Frank's day. Not only could he
watch football in peace, he could pretend he actually did some work around the
house.

The loving couple finished their breakfast. Frank paid the bill and held
the door for his wife. Linda's mind was concentrating on what she needed to buy.
Frank's mind was still fixating on Kim's bottom. "Thanks for breakfast," Linda
said warmly to Frank. Frank thought he heard potential lovemaking in her tone
but knew otherwise. It was the satisfaction of the pork talking. Frank knew it
would take more than a little scrapple to loosen his frigid Catholic wife.

The good news was that Linda spent all afternoon shopping, out of Frank's
hair. The bad news was the Redskins lost to the Eagles. Frank hated the Eagles
but it really didn't matter. This wasn't the skins year. There's always next
year. Still, the game left Frank in a bad humor. Later that night, when Frank
sat in bed with Linda watching the pathetic TV shows she liked, Frank's mood
hadn't changed.

Long before the phone rang it was obvious the ice queen wasn't cracking
tonight, which deepened Frank's despair. "Hi Colleen," Linda answered
enthusiastically. Frank was glad something turned his wife on. He was sure she
should have been a lesbian had she not been so religious. After who remembers
how many years of marriage, Frank didn't know why she wasn't a nun along with
Kim Jackson.

Frank listened while Linda explained the game plan to her friend. "It's
simple. We sort the gifts at Kim's house, load them onto Frank's van, and that's
it." Linda was trying to recruit her friend's help. "Then you can leave."

"I'll help you," Colleen conceded. "But I still don't know why you need my
help."

"Because I'm flying to my parent's house in Boston for Christmas as soon
as we get finished," Linda answered. "I want to be there before it gets dark so
I'm taking an early flight."

"What about Frank."

"Frank claims he has to work next week." Linda sent an arrow of smirk in
his direction. "He's driving up on Christmas Eve or maybe the twenty-third."

"I'm working Wednesday," Frank said. "I'm working Thursday morning too.
I'll be up Thursday night." Linda ignored him. Frank whispered under his breath.
"That's if I come up at all."

"Does he mind helping with the gifts?" Colleen asked.

"He acts like its killing him but I know he doesn't mind. He likes Kim."
Linda sent another quick arrow in Frank's direction. "Actually he likes her fat
ass."

"Jesus," Frank exclaimed to Linda as he almost fell out of bed. He felt
anger coming to a head. "You just don't say shit like that. It always causes
trouble."

"Oh relax dear. Colleen knows I'm only kidding."

Frank jumped out of bed. "I hate when you get on that God-damned
telephone." Linda ignored him and changed the subject with Colleen. The
conversation had the potential for lasting a while.

Frank liked to get to bed early on Sunday nights. He liked to get the
workweek off to a good clean start. He seldom had a drink on Sunday nights.
Tonight was different. Frank grabbed a glass from the kitchen, filled it with
ice and headed into his den where he poured himself a bourbon. He put the bottle
back on the top of his bar and took a sip of his nightcap. The feel of the cold
liquor burning its way down his throat reminded him of the burning he felt after
swallowing the host at mass. He heard Linda laughing at something stupid on the
phone. "Screw it," Frank said out loud as he reached for the bottle of bourbon
again. This time he filled his glass to the top before returning the bottle to
its place next to the Seagram's Seven. Frank spent that night on the sofa. He
had finished his drink while watching the Sunday night football game. The first
drink had gone down too quickly so Frank foolishly refilled his glass and
finished it before passing out on the sofa.

Frank's bladder woke him up Monday morning thirty minutes after his alarm
would have. Frank couldn't remember why he got drunk and slept on the sofa. He
figured the ice queen had probably shotten him down again. Frank wandered why he
had even tried. He had no recollection of Linda's phone conversation with
Colleen. He had no idea that Linda's comment about Frank liking Kim's ass had
started the ugly rumor mill spinning.

Frank was usually the first one at the shop. His routine was to unlock the
gate and the office door. Then he'd brew a pot of coffee and enjoy his morning
caffeine alone while he paged through the day's docket. Because he was late,
Frank had to stop at a convenience store for a large cup of mountain blend. He
didn't get his chance to gather his thoughts. He had a rough week ahead of him.
Frank had taken on extra work this week to free up next week. He planned on
giving his men a paid week off. He also planned on taking a week of vacation
himself, a vacation alone, with his wife in Boston, thinking he was hard at
work. Although Frank longed for next Friday night to arrive, he knew it was time
to buckle down. If he was going to make it through this tiresome week, he had to
first make it through the day.




Yes it was a rough week, but Friday afternoon had finally arrived. After
he paid his men, Frank locked the gate. He'd be back again tomorrow to fire up
his sixteen-foot cube van to take to Kim Jackson's house. After that it was
going to be a week of peace and quiet.

That night, Frank crawled into bed with his lovely wife who was leaving
for Boston the following day. She wouldn't be seeing him for at least five days;
although Frank wasn't totally sure he was making a seven-hour drive to be with
his nasty Irish in-laws. Linda didn't need to know that yet. He was doing
charity work tomorrow, making Linda look good. They hadn't had sex in weeks. The
facts all added up in Frank's favor. He figured sex tonight was a no-brainer. He
had no idea his wife's little bloody friend would throw the old presidential
VETO into his plans.

Frank gave it all he was worth but Linda's period won out. There would be
no fun tonight for Frank. Frank was disappointed. There were other ways Linda
could please him but she simply wanted no parts of Frank at all. He did get a
promise that they'd make love in Boston. Although doing it under her parents'
roof may have been a turn-on for Linda, it made Frank's balls want to suck back
up into his scrotum. The final straw snapped when the phone rang and Linda's
miserable personality lightened into a laughing joviality without a care in the
world. It was Colleen again. Although Frank liked Colleen, she did at times
prove to be a pain in the ass. Frank ended up on the sofa again with a big glass
full of his new best friend, Jim Beam.

Frank woke up Saturday morning to darkness. Something inside his mind told
him it was time to get up, or maybe it was his full bladder again. He sat up on
the sofa and his dizziness reminded him he'd passed out drunk on the sofa again.
His hard-on reminded him about Linda's period. He looked at his watch. He had to
figure out which button illuminated the stupid thing and his clumsy fingers
weren't helping. Finally he read six-fifteen. It was kind of early but Frank
stood up anyway. He had about enough of the sofa.

Frank trudged up the stairs and emptied his bladder. He liked to count off
the seconds when he pissed. His record was seventy-three seconds, a monstrous
feet he guessed he'd never overtake. This morning he fell twelve seconds short.
As he dressed, Frank thought about making coffee at home and waking his wife. It
didn't take much thinking to decide against it. Frank would make his morning
coffee at the shop office and chill until it was time to head to Kim Jackson's
house.

At nine o'clock sharp Frank backed his van into Kim's driveway with the
skill he alone possessed. His wife had parked her Subaru so close to the
driveway entrance that it took precision not to hit it. Again she wasn't
thinking of him. Frank climbed out of the cab and walked to the rear of the van.
It was warming up nicely for a mid-December day. The cold crispness the pre-dawn
air held had been sliced clean away by the unseasonably warm winter sun.

Frank pulled open the door and sat on the cold bumper. The sun hadn't yet
worked it's magic on it. So far, he wasn't having much fun. The garage door of
Kim's house was open. At the far end of the garage was a door that led into the
house. After about five minutes, Linda emerged onto the scene through that door.
She carried a large clear trash bag full of wrapped presents. She dropped them
into the garage and continued her quick gate up to Frank.

"I'm sorry," Linda said to Frank as she gave him a peck on his lips. Frank
knew she meant about being the ice queen. "You know I love you." Frank only
sighed. Linda didn't stay on the subject long. Frank wasn't surprised.
"Colleen's not here yet and Kim is so unorganized. I'll be lucky to make my
flight." Frank rolled his eyes. "Don't load anything yet, OK dear." Linda
scampered back into the house. Frank thought his wife looked good this morning;
especially from the back. He felt a bluishness overtaking his backed-up
testicles.

Ten minutes later, Frank was back in the cab. He was contemplating driving
off somewhere to relieve himself and coming back an hour later when Colleen's
jeep sped into the driveway and stopped inches away from his front bumper. The
door flew open and like Santa Claus coming out of the chimney, out popped
Colleen.

Frank stepped out of the cab and his jaw dropped. "How much trouble am I
in?" Colleen asked him. She didn't wait for an answer before running into the
house. That was a good thing for Frank because he wasn't able to formulate an
answer. He was too busy gawking. Colleen looked phenomenal. She had obviously
spent half the time she was late primping herself. The other half she
undoubtedly spent painting on her blue jeans.

Colleen was mid-twenties and very attractive. She dated often but never
seemed to let any man get too close to her. She felt that down deep they all
wanted the same thing; to get into her pants. Colleen wasn't thin. She wasn't
exactly fat either. She was just a tad bit plump but Frank thought she held her
baggage perfectly. Frank was given enough opportunity to decide. Colleen wore
baggy clothes in public, but she never seemed to mind showing her wares off to
Frank. Frank felt that when it came to him, she was a down right tease. She knew
Frank was safe, so she took out her sexual aggressions on him.

Colleen did little tricks to get Frank's attention when she was at their
house. She'd leave the powder room door open while she was peeing to entice
Frank into peeking in. She spent many a Sunday afternoon in the summer time
sunbathing with Linda at their house. She'd undo her bikini string to entice
Frank. A few times, Colleen overdid her self. She owned a pink thong bikini that
she had the audacity to donn on Frank's patio. When she wore the thong, she had
Frank's full attention. Colleen had a fantastic body in Frank's eyes, but what
Frank liked most about her body was the same thing he liked most about most
women's bodies.

As Colleen scurried away, Frank watched her over-sized bottom try to break
free of her undersized pants. Frank felt a rush of blood to his head. He felt
like he was going to faint. He knew Colleen had a great bottom, but he had never
seen it so confined. Frank imagined being tiny and trapped inside Colleen's
jeans against one of her ass cheeks. He'd be pressed so tightly into her
wonderful flab that he'd become lost in it; stranded in his own land over the
rainbow, a heaven where there were no work headaches or frigid wives to deal
with.

Frank was on his way back to the rear of his van to climb inside and close
the door. There was no need to drive to a parking lot to relieve the pressure.
He only needed a minute or two. Surely Linda could offer him that. Frank was at
his rear bumper when he heard talking come from the garage. It was Linda talking
to Kim. They each had a bag of gifts in each hand. The woman lingered in the
garage for a few seconds, ignoring Frank's existence. They dropping the bags in
different piles before returning inside. What Frank saw those few seconds would
last all morning and then some.

Sometimes a person hears a tune that they just can't get out of their
head. Sometimes one sees a view in nature, like the peaks of Surmount or Niagra
Falls, that stays in his mind for weeks. Or sometimes one sees THE finest ass
that ever existed in a pair of tight spandex stretch pants. It took all the
self-control Frank could muster not to stain his underwear right then and there.

Had Frank moved the moment his wife and the angel of the lord left his
sight, he may have had time to do what he had headed toward the rear of his van
to do but he lingered too long unable to move. His train of thought, what little
he had left this mild December morning, had moved from a spot against Colleen's
left cheek to the tight confines of the area between both Kim's fantastically
large pumpkins. The idea of being battered from front and back and side to side
by slabs of beautifully moving ass meat was making it difficult for Frank to
even stay on his feet let alone climb into the back of his van. Frank had to sit
on his cold bumper again to regain his composure. He was almost able to stand
when both Colleen and Kim came out of the house with bags.

Kim dropped her bags in one of the piles in the garage and quickly
returned to the house. Colleen took her two bags directly to Frank. "Keep these
together," she said as she handed them to Frank. The bags were labeled #121-1 of
2 and 2 of 2. Frank got the picture. He did this for a living. Colleen turned
and headed away. Frank's mind was back inside her jeans.

Five minutes later, Frank knew Linda had taken control. She was inside
organizing the bags while Kim and Colleen tantalizingly carried the bags outside
to the garage or to Frank. Frank kept one eye on the tags, making sure the right
bags were together. He kept the other eye on two of the three best backsides he
knew. Frank figured that Linda would stay inside and the other two woman
would spend the morning carrying the bags outside.

It was a tough morning for Frank. He was being teased to oblivion.
Fortunately there were enough bags of gifts to keep him occupied. Frank would
wait until he got home. He had no choice. He knew that with the visions and
scenarios he was storing into memory, it would be extremely self-gratifying.

Three hours later Linda carried the last bag out herself and handed it to
Frank. It was number 211 - 1 of 1. "That's it," she said triumphantly. Frank
squeezed it into his over-full moving van. Linda said to Kim, "I have to go or
I'll miss my flight."

"Thanks for your help." Kim said sincerely. "Go."

Linda thanked Colleen then gave her tired husband a kiss on the lips.
"I'll see you in a couple of days. Try not to be late." Everything Linda said to Frank
seemed to offend him lately. Frank sucked it up. He wanted to get on with the
day. He had an appointment with his right hand.

"Be careful," he offered. He could tell Linda wanted more. So had he, last
night. He walked her to her car taking one final look at her bottom before it
descended onto the car seat. It looked good with the extra water weight. Frank
shut the door and offered his farewell. Linda countered and with an annoying
beep-beep, she sped off. Frank about-faced and saw Kim and Colleen staring at
him with huge grins on their faces.

"Isn't he just the perfect husband," Kim asked?

"And cute too," Colleen added. Frank felt a burning of embarrassment
coloring his cheeks. He was surprised his raging hard-on left any spare blood to
go to his face.

Frank shook his head in a sigh. "Now what?" he asked.

"Go to the back door of the cafeteria," Kim explained. Frank listened
intently, watching the words flow off Kim's tongue like the gospel. Kim didn't
speak to Frank often. "There will be three older boys there to unload the bags.
Now I don't want you helping them Frank. You've done enough."

"I hate to interrupt," Colleen said boldly. She made a habit of it. "I
have to go too."

"That's fine," answered Kim. "God bless you for your help."

"You will tell me what happens, won't you?" Colleen asked throwing a quick
glance in Frank's direction. Frank had no clue in what Colleen was talking
about. He also had no care.

"Don't worry," Kim replied with a big grim.

"Bye Frank. See you soon," Colleen said as she hopped into her jeep. Again
Frank watched a great bottom  land on a car seat. Lucky car seat he thought to
himself.

"Bye," Frank said in return coldly. Colleen stuck her hand out of the
window and offered a wave as she sped off. Frank turned back to Kim. He all at
once felt kind of nervous being alone with the high and mighty one he'd been
gawking at all morning. "Well I guess I'm off," he said with an uncharacteristic
stutter. He was fantasizing about Kim asking him in to her house, throwing him
to the floor and plopping her ass on his face when Kim spoke and brought him
back to the real world.

"You must be parched," Kim said in a concerned voice. "Would you like
something to drink?"

Here we go, Frank thought. She was getting ready to invite him in. "Sure,
Frank answered."

"How about a coke?"

"That would be great."

"OK then, a coke it is." Kim turned and headed through the garage. Frank
followed with his gaze on Kim's swaying slabs of ass meat. It was obvious that
Kim wore no panties under her spandex sweats. Frank was able to make out just
about every nook and cranny on Kim's ass. He pictured his own tiny body in
there; his face fitting perfectly inside a one of the many small fat craters.

Kim reached the doorway and stopped. Frank tore his eyes away from her
bottom and looked at what he expected to see, the back of Kim's head. Instead he
saw her eyes. She was looking over her shoulder at him. By the disgusted look on
her face, Frank knew he had just gotten snagged. The burning in his cheeks
returned rapidly as did his embarrassment. He had blown any chance of being
invited back in.

Kim's wrinkled brow softened as she said," I'll be right back." She
stepped through the door without removing her eyes from Frank's and disappeared
around the corner. Frank shook his head in despair and headed out of the garage.
He felt foolish but he'd get over it. As soon as he got home he'd get over it
for sure. Frank was thinking about what he'd do the rest of the afternoon after
he took care of business when Kim returned. She offered him an already opened
can of coke and thanked him again. Frank didn't linger. He did not want to risk
further embarrassment. They said their goodbuys and Frank drove off.

Kim lived ten minutes from the church but it seemed to take twice that
long to get there. Frank never knew the van's seat was so uncomfortable, but
then again, never had his balls ever been this close to erupting. As he sipped
the coke he felt a burning in his throat. At first he thought maybe a sore
throat was on the way. The last thing Frank needed before a week off was a sore
throat. The more Frank drank, the more his throat burned. Something wasn't
right. Then it hit him. It was the same sensation he got when he received
communion from Kim. It was God punishing him for his evil thoughts. "Fuck it,"
Frank said out loud. "So I go to hell with a sore throat." He then downed the
rest of his drink.

Finally Frank reached the church. With his help, the two teen-agers , not
three, had the van empty in minutes. Frank thanked the boys and headed back to
the shop. In about thirty minutes, after he dropped off the van and locked the
gate, his week of peace and quiet would begin; or so Frank thought.

 

The Spirit of Christmas      part II      by willie


	Frank was having a dream, a nightmare of sorts. It didn't start scary. In 
fact, it began quite intriguing. Frank was in a store at the mall. It was a 
woman's shoe store. A variety of multi-colored pumps and mules littered the 
floor. Open-toed clogs and sandals were everywhere. There were high heels, low 
heels. There were shoes with no heel at all. The interesting part was every shoe 
in the place was bigger than Frank.

	Frank had been going to sleep for years in the hopes of having a dream in 
which he was tiny. It seems it finally happened. Seeing Kim Jackson's ass inside 
her ultra-tight spandex sweats must have sparked something in his subconscious 
mind. Although the love of women's shoes or the feet that went into them was 
never Frank's thing, he would gladly take whatever he could get.

	Dreaming Frank could not believe his slumbering eyes as he looked at the 
jumbled assortment of shiny leather. The colors he was seeing were bright and 
vivid. Every delicate detail of every shoe was apparent. It was like his eyes 
had turned to magnifying glasses. He saw variations of colors he never saw in 
the drab world of the awake. Frank saw ultra-violets and instantly knew what 
drew a hummingbird to a petunia. 

	Frank looked inside a shoe that was lying on its side at the far end of 
the store. The shoe looked like it was only five feet away. Inside the dark 
cavern, he saw an infrared shape take form. It was the fuzzy shape of a person. 
Frank did a double take and looked harder. The glowing red form slowly took on 
more natural colors. Frank made out the red shirt the inhabitant of the shoe 
wore. No, it was orange. He was able to make out the yellowish-brown hue of the 
skin, then the green logo on the orange shirt. 

	Frank looked harder. He saw the indigo blue of the tiny person's jeans. 
Frank knew he'd see purple had the stranger in his dream had any on. Then Frank 
heard a distant scream, like the far off cry of a hungry wolf. Then came a thud. 
Then came another. The distant scream meant to be heard but the steady beat of 
thuds drowned it out. Frank magnified his gaze once more and saw white. The man 
in the mule had his mouth open. He was screaming. The thuds, getting closer and 
closer were muffling his terror.

	Frank caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He quickly zoomed out 
four times and saw the cause of the thuds. Feet, female feet, were descending 
upon the mule. The feet were attached to legs but when Frank tried to follow 
them upward, he couldn't see past the knees. The brilliant glow of the store's 
fluorescents blinded him momentarily. He looked back down at the shoe just in 
time to see the giant female foot upright the shoe and insert itself. Frank heard the 
muffled scream of pain shoot across the store as the inhabitant was pulverized. 
It entered his ears, shot through his brain, and moved its way down his spinal chord all 
the way to his bowels where it found a corner of shit to hide in until the terror passed. 

	Frank heard another scream, not far from the first. He shot his attention 
in that direction. It was another orange shirt with a green logo. It covered 
another tiny man in another shoe, this one a white sneaker. Thud after thud 
followed. Frank saw a giant foot quickly come into view and overtake the 
sneaker. Another crushing scream entered his bowels. The thuds continued. The 
screams continued. The number of souls in his large intestine grew. Every shoe 
in the store was on its side. Every shoe in the store housed a tiny man, a tiny 
man with the same orange shirt with green logo. And every shoe was being 
attacked by a giant female foot.

	 The female foot that was trying on the shoes and killing tiny person 
after tiny person in the process, was a female foot Frank had seen before. Hell, 
he downright knew it. The fat big toe, the super-long second toe, the short wide 
pinky toe belonged to the same foot Frank saw almost daily.

	Frank looked up. There had been dozens of shoes lying on the floor. There 
were dozens of giant woman thunder storming their way across the store to try on 
their pair of shoes. Below, there were dozens of tiny men disappearing under 
women's soles. Frank had refocused a hundred times closer to home. He was 
finally able to see all the way to the dropped cork ceiling. All the women 
looked the same. They all had blond hair with short bangs flirting with shiny 
blue eyes. They all had a small cute nose with a wide full-lipped smile. Every 
one of the women in the store was Frank's beloved.

	As things quieted down, Dreaming Frank thought to himself that it couldn't 
be Linda. She had a closetful of shoes. The last place she should be was in a 
shoe store. Then he remembered he was dreaming. Anything is possible in 
dreamland. Then Frank's attention switched. Why were things quieting down? He 
looked around the room. The floor was empty. There were no more women's shoes 
littering the floor. There were no more tiny hiding men sporting orange T-shirts. 
And above all else, there were no more giant Lindas squashing them with 
her size nines and sending their dying screams through Frank. 

	All at once there was quiet in the store. Dreaming Frank drew a tentative 
sigh. Was he safe? Was he the only person with an orange shirt with green logo 
not hiding in a shoe? He was. Everyone else was gone. The dead people in him 
were gone too. He had absorbed them because every one of them was Frank himself. 
The room was empty. The room was quiet. It was over. Dreaming Frank was safe. 
Although feet weren't his thing, Subconscious Frank was happy. Finally he had 
been thoroughly entertained by a dream. Much to his surprise, Frank's dream 
wasn't over.

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	After Frank had dropped off the gifts at the church, he drove the van back 
to the yard. He hesitated as he locked the gate. His growing fleet of orange 
moving vans was his pride and joy. The orange T-shirts with the green logo his 
drivers wore complimented his trucks. He thought of his week home alone, no 
troublesome work, no nagging wife. Finally, Frank was getting himself some well-
earned vacation.

	On his way home, Frank began to feel dizzy. After he parked his Mustang in 
the driveway and unlocked the door to his empty house, he made himself a 
sandwich and drank a glass of ice-tea. He guessed hunger was the cause of his 
dizziness, but half an hour later Frank felt no better. It was time for a nap. 
As Frank kicked off his shoes, he noticed they slipped off rather easily. Frank 
was too light-headed to care. He stripped off his clothes all the way down to 
his tighty whities and lied down on the sofa. Before he could cover himself with 
the blanket Linda always had hanging over the back of the sofa, Frank dozed off.


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	Dreaming Frank stuck his head out of his hiding place to get a better look 
at his surroundings. He was no longer in the store at the mall. The floor had 
changed from hard linoleum to soft carpet. Frank looked up and saw a ceiling fan 
he recognized. He looked across the room and saw his wife's dresser. Frank was 
hiding in the center of his own bedroom. In what he was hiding, he didn't know. 

	Warm western sunlight was flowing through the window behind Frank. He saw 
its brilliance enhance the blues and greens of the carpet. He looked at the 
shadowed area directly in front of him. The carpet there seemed drab and dead. 
As he sat waiting for the next chapter of his dream to unfold, he gazed from 
shadowed area to sunny area, from death to life.

	A thought entered Frank's mind. The shadow he was looking at was the 
shadow of his hiding place. He slowly traced the outline on the carpeted floor. 
It looked kind of like Italy. Frank felt his heartbeat. It had just taken an 
upward turn. The shadow was the shape of a boot. It looked from his distorted 
vantage point to be a women's dress boot, just like the pair on Linda's side of 
their walk-in closet. Frank had to get out of there quickly. With the 
remembrance of the first part of his dream, Frank looked up and readied himself 
for a mad dash to the dresser. What he saw next made him halt in his tracks. 

	Another shadow caught his eye. This shadow was huge, and it was moving. 
The shadow grew as it approached. Frank could make out the shape of a head and 
arms. By the thinness of the waist and the roundness of the hips, Frank knew a 
giant woman was in the room and she was approaching fast.

	Frank didn't know what to do next. Should he run out into the open and 
risk being seen? Or should he stay in his hiding place and possibly end up in the boot 
with a giant female foot in it? To Frank, it was a no-brainer. Again Frank prepared
himself for a long run, but with all his hesitation, he had taken too long.

	Frank felt his floor move. He fell backward. He saw the round opening of 
the living move away as he fell into the black tunnel of death. He landed flat 
on his back. He was trapped in his wife's boot, waiting for the inevitable. The 
ceiling fan spun in slow motion, as did the looming shadow of the foot 
approaching the opening of the boot. Frank was like a deer in headlights. He was 
flat on his back, wanting to react but unable to move a single frozen muscle. 
Then toes, large toes, toes that were bigger than his head, replaced his view of 
the ceiling fan. The toes were entering his sanctuary and were falling upon him. 
The rest of the foot, undoubtedly that of his wife linda, followed and squelched 
any remaining light. With the darkness came a wave of horror that broke Frank's 
paralysis.

	Frank screamed and his body jumped into motion. He sprang to his feet. He 
knew his only hope was to reach the toe area. Sure it would be horrible. The 
heat along with the smell would be bad, but Frank knew he could survive the 
toes. He was tough. A wimpy man could not have worked like he did to build his 
business from the ground. He was sure, though, that the ball of her foot would 
squash him.

	Tom smelled the heat of Linda's foot just above his head. He dove forward. 
His head smashed onto the hard leather of the toe section. He rolled onto his 
back as he tried to swing the rest of his body into the toe area. He didn't make 
it. Linda' second and third toe made contact with his face as the hard ball of 
Linda's foot settled on his torso.

	Then came the pressure, followed by intense pain. Tom wondered how Linda 
didn't feel his warm breath on her toes as she forced it from his lungs. He hoped she'd 
feel his ribs give way on the bottom of her foot. He prayed that he was still dreaming. 

	Frank knew he was dreaming when he was in the shoe store. The surreal 
quality of the sights and actions told him so. When the scene changed to his 
bedroom, life around him seemed real. The sunlight streaming into the window was 
too warm and comforting to be a dream. The leather smelled too good. The colors 
on the floor were too vivid. But still, it couldn't be real. How could he 
possibly be four inches tall and hiding in his wife's dress boot? 

	Frank also knew that one could not die in a dream. If a man died in a 
dream, he'd really be having a heart attack in his sleep. Thirty year old Frank 
was healthier than an ox. Any minute he'd awaken, if he were dreaming. If not, 
he'd be dead in seconds, unless Linda allowed him to re-position his body. If 
only Frank could finagle himself to a position under the base of her toes where 
the pressure wasn't tonfold, he might last for hours. As the pressure increased, 
Frank wondered which path he truly wanted. He didn't get the chance to decide.

	All at once Linda's full weight was upon her shrunken husband's tiny body. 
His tiny chest didn't fair too well. It was crushed instantly. Frank, who was 
still conscious, wondered why Linda didn't feel all his blood soaking her bare 
feet. He wondered why he still felt so much pressure on his chest if his chest 
no longer existed. He wondered how he was still wondering at all. He should be 
dead. Frank no longer wondered if he was dreaming. He had to be. He had hoped 
for this type of dream for years although not nearly this graphic. This day he 
hit the mother load. Frank wanted to move on. He wanted his dream to move on. 
Then just like that Frank woke up. He woke up to another dream.

	The same western sun that earlier spread across the carpet before him like 
the golden rays warming the Painted Desert, now streamed into Frank's eyes 
nearly blinding him. The extreme weight on his torso had followed him into the 
next chapter of his dream. He tried to breath, but when his diaphragm tightened, 
little air was able to seep its way into his burning lungs. 

	Frank looked from the late-day sun to the massive form sitting on his 
chest. Whatever it was, it was huge. A gray cloth, stretched to its limit, 
wrapped something soft yet massive. From the shape of the thing and the feel of 
it on his body, Frank guessed it was a giant female ass more than half the width 
of his own body length. Now we're getting somewhere, Frank thought. He might 
start to enjoy this dream if only the owner of the ass would allow him to regain 
his breath. 

	Frank looked up to see who the owner of the ass was. He assumed it would 
be Linda even though the thing weighing him down seemed much flabbier than his 
wife's bottom. Then again, Frank never saw Linda's bottom from quite this 
perspective before. As Frank's view settled upon the face glaring back down on 
him, he attempted to gasp but failed. Smiling down on him with a smug grin on 
her cute lips and a flirting shine in her eyes was none other than Kim Jackson.

	"Did you have a nice sleep little fellow?" Kim asked. Frank didn't 
understand what she said. Her voice, although definitely that of Kim Jackson, 
sounded deeper. "Having trouble breathing?" she asked.

	That time Frank understood her. His mind had made the calibration. He 
nodded, playing along with the dream. Frank felt the pressure increase 
momentarily then dissolve as Kim stood up. He watched her ass ascend and move 
off of him. Kim took one step to the side offering Frank a better view of its 
entire width. 

	As Frank regained his breath he marveled at the size of the thing. Kim's 
butt must be four maybe five times wider than his whole head. It was simply 
magnificent and it was inside the same pair of tight fitting spandex sweats she 
had on earlier. Tom was amazed at how Kim's ass, for its size, held together so 
firmly. Sure it had fine ripples and tiny craters, but they added to the overall 
appeal. It was the imperfections that put Kim's ass over the top.

	Frank just couldn't take his eyes off the thing he'd fantasized over for 
years as it moved over his face. He watched intently as it drew nearer. Frank 
couldn't move as the cloth separating the two humongous cheeks tickled the end 
of his nose. Frank couldn't believe it as Kim's perfect ass devoured his face.

	Kim sat back, full weight on the sofa. She looked at Frank's skinny legs. 
They looked like they were growing out of her left hip. Frank was down to about 
three feet Kim guessed.  She figured the pathetic creature she now owned was 
currently enjoying himself. We'll see just how wonderful he feels when he runs 
out of air.

	Kim had walked more that morning that she probably walked for weeks and 
Frank could tell. Every drop of fat that she burned had turned to sweet smelling 
sweat. Each drop of the nectar had made its way to her pants. Franks face was 
now swimming in the aroma. At first it was euphoric. Between the smell and the 
feel of a giant ass consuming his whole head, Frank was in Heaven.

	Frank quickly got to the point where he needed to breathe. That confounded 
breathing always ruined the fun. He kicked his legs to let Kim know he wanted a 
breath. It was his dream. It should have worked, but it didn't. He kicked again 
to no avail. It wasn't working and Frank's lungs were on fire. 

	Frank wasn't the only one enjoying himself. Kim was having fun also. She 
had never sat on a person's face before in her life, normal sized or half sized. 
She was in charge, and Linda's hubby was at her mercy. She could finish him off 
now. She knew it, but that would be too quick. She wanted to play with her new 
victim. She needed to turn his pleasure into suffering. 

	Frank felt light-headed. He thought he was about to enter the next part of 
his dream when the mountain of flesh he had been part of lifted. It didn't rise 
off him very far or for very long. His eyes didn't even get the chance to 
readjust to the light before he was re-attached to Kim's ass. Fortunately for 
Frank, He gathered enough oxygen to last another minute.

	Kim raised herself off Frank just long enough for him to grab three deep 
breaths before she sat back down on the top half of Frank's body. Despite her 
sweatpants, his face was in her crack. Her left cheek now covered all of Frank's 
body except for his lower legs and feet. He was shrinking nicely. It was a 
matter of minutes before she would have to stop the process. 

	Kim let Frank breath at her own pace. Frank on the other hand had moved 
from heaven to purgatory. The amount of time between breaths was growing. The 
size of the ass that was punishing him was also growing. Frank was concentrating 
less on the pleasure of being part of Kim's ass and more on surviving the dream. 
Frank decided it was definitely time to move on or wake up. He still didn't know 
that Kim was calling the shots and he was her toy. 

	When Frank's feet finally disappeared under her left ass cheek, Kim 
decided it was time to go home. She stood, did an about-face and dropped to her 
knees to look upon her defeated foe. His face was beat-red from all the 
smothering she had done to him.

	Frank gazed upward in a blank stare. His eyes, oblong from all the 
pressure, slowly focused on the object that moved over him. Kim's brown hair 
framed her speckled round face as it cascaded down from her head. Her pert lips 
were drawn tightly into a smile. 

	Frank was stunned, but his mind was still working. Frank thought again. 
Kim had grown to preposterous proportions, but then how was she still in the 
house? It was then that Frank realized the enormity of his situation. 

	"I'm still dreaming," Frank whispered out loud trying to convince himself. 
"I'm still dreaming."

	Frank watched Kim's lips intently as her smile tightened then broke open 
into a snicker. "You think this a dream," she asked Frank quietly. "You think 
you're still dreaming?" Her voice grew harsher. "You're not even asleep."

	Frank had caught his breath and was staring into Kim's moving mouth, her 
tongue skirting behind lips that probably never felt the sexuality of lipstip. 
"Look where you are," she commanded. Frank couldn't pull his eyes off her face. 
"Look I said." That louder burst from Kim's stern mouth did the trick. 

	Frank broke his trance and looked down his body. He still felt the warm 
breath emanating from above blanketing his face with fear. He saw that he was 
lying face up on his sofa, right where he fell asleep. A pile of white cotton, 
his undies covered half his body. The far end of the sofa was about twenty feet 
away. His whole body took up one pillow of the three-pillow couch. Kim hadn't 
grown. Frank had shrunk. "Of course", Frank muttered. "This was a shrinking 
dream."

	"So you still think your dreaming do you?" Kim barked downward. She was 
enjoying herself immensely so far. She looked forward to the week of her life. 
Kim had to convince Frank that he wasn't dreaming. His suffering wouldn't be 
complete otherwise. How should she accomplish such a task? A pinch always worked 
on TV. 

	"Pinch yourself", Kim barked, "or I'll do it for you." Kim knew her 
fingers were too big to effectively pinch a foot long person without killing 
him, but she knew her threat would work. Frank pinched himself and felt real 
pain. He did it again with the same result. He remembered the real burning in 
his lungs and the real pressure on his face. 

	"Fuck," Frank exclaimed. He had really shrunk. And of all people to find 
him, Kim Jackson had to be the one. And then 'Miss Saint Catherine of Sienna' 
herself actually had sat her perfect pumpkin on him. Maybe it was an accident, 
Frank thought. It must have been. In the hopes that it was, Frank asked the 
giant woman looking down at him as he re-focussed on Kim's mouth. "But how did 
it happen?" 

	"I heard you like big butts. A number of people told me you liked mine in 
particular."

	Frank felt his stomach sink. That wasn't the direction he hoped Kim's 
response would take. All at once, like a ton of bricks hitting the pavement, 
Frank remembered last week when Linda told Colleen that he liked Kim's butt.

	"I'm not stupid. I've been noticing how you stare at my backside for 
months. I've been planning this day for a long time. Tonight, you get your 
wish."

	Frank was beginning to show the fear he was feeling. He also knew he had 
to make a run for it soon. It was his house. He'd have plenty of places to hide.

	"Every Sunday you so stupidly come to me for communion and every Sunday I 
slip you a fake host. Haven't you felt the burning in your throat?" Frank was 
feeling it then."

	Kim's mouth was so close to Frank's that she could have licked him. All he 
could do was hope he got a chance to run before she hurt him. "I shrank you, she 
said meanly. And I'm going to shrink you some more."

	Kim pulled her face away slowly. She pulled Frank's sweaty under wear away 
from his body and exclaimed. "Why you little pervert. Your tiny little thingy is 
all excited. How dare you. You are married to a wonderful girl. I'll teach you." 
Kim quickly jumped to her feet and spun around. She planned on sitting on Frank 
briefly before taking him home, but before she was able to plop herself back 
down on him, he jumped up and dove sideways. "Wonderful girl my ass," Frank 
yelled.

	Frank would have made it had he anticipated the kinetic energy of Kim's 
falling body. Her ass missed him, but the bounce of the cushion he was on 
didn't. Frank was propelled into the air. As he flew upward, Frank imagined 
himself to be Buzz Lightyear. Hidden wings popped out and away he flew from 
danger. Then he began his descent. 

	As luck would have it, Frank's slow motion headfirst fall was heading 
right for Kim's lap. He tried flapping his wings and kicking his feet but his 
course wasn't changing. 

	Kim's reaction time was splendid. She saw the hurling little man headed 
toward her legs. She quickly steadied herself, opened, and then closed her meaty 
thighs a tenth of a second before the falling Frank hit. Frank landed head first 
between Kim's upper legs. She had timed it perfectly. Three quarters of Frank 
was now in the pressure cooker of Kim's thighs.

	Frank couldn't believe his luck. He had been tossed high enough into the 
air by Kim's inertia to land him almost anywhere in the room. Why did he have to 
land where he did? The worst part was he watched his whole descent in a fraction 
of real speed. He saw himself heading toward Kim's upper thighs. He wasn't sure 
which one he'd hit, but Frank figured he might hit one those thick things and 
bounce to the other end of the room. As he prepared himself for the hit, he saw 
the two massive slabs of thigh meat move apart just enough to swallow him whole.

	Frank instantly began kicking his legs like a child having a hussy fit. 
One squeeze of Kim's thigh muscles put an end to that. Frank and Kim were both 
amazed, from completely different perspectives, at how much muscle still 
remained in her fatty ex-cheerleading legs. 

	Kim could have sat on Frank's sofa like this for hours, but knew she had 
to go home. She was hungry and tired. She gave Frank a good hard minute-long 
squeeze to subdue him while she re-adjusted. Kim then stood up letting Franks 
limp form fall to the cushion under her. She pulled her smelly sweats down to 
her knees. She hadn't bothered putting panties on that morning and the crotch of 
her sweatpants was stained with her fluids.

	Kim looked behind herself at Frank. She had a sudden desire to sit back 
down on him nude, letting him become part of her ass without the separation of 
cotton, but made better judgment. There would be plenty of time for that. She 
reached behind herself, grabbing Frank, and positioned his limp body behind her 
right thigh with his face buried in the bottom fold of her butt. She figured 
with her right foot moving from the accelerator to the brake pedal, Frank might 
get more of a chance to breathe. Kim pulled his arms and legs as far as they 
could reach around her thigh and re-entered her ultra tight sweatpants. After 
Kim locked the house, she swung that baby all the way out to her car without a 
peep from her new plaything. She had plans. It had been too long.

	Frank's time of struggling was over. Kim's thighs had been too much. She 
had him to do with what she wanted. His only hope was with Kim's fondness of his 
miserable wife or her devout Christian faith. For once Frank prayed. "Please 
God, ask Kim to go easy on my sorry soul." 

The Spirit of Christmas      part III      by willie


	"The Body of Christ," Kim said to Colleen on Sunday morning as she 
administered the holy Eucharist to her friend. Kim could tell by the look on 
Colleen's face that Colleen knew something was up. Kim didn't think Colleen 
could see Frank's form, but she was paranoid anyway. Kim wore loose fitting 
black slacks to church that morning. Under that she had on ultra tight panties 
to suck her bottom in some so it didn't look as big. And yes, hapless frank was 
inside that white over-stretched piece of cotton. 


	By the time Kim had gotten home the previous night and made herself 
something to eat, her parasite had shrunk more. Even though the process was 
quite slow, Kim was able to feel his tiny feet millimeter their way up the back 
of her thighs. As she sat on the hard kitchen chair to eat a bowl of microwave 
spaghetti, Kim guessed the length of her current prisoner and future toy to be 
about six inches. Another ten minutes more should do the trick. She ate, cleaned 
the kitchen, and tidied up her house. Half an hour later, she went upstairs to 
shower and go to bed.

	After Frank had recovered from the beating he took from Kim's deceivingly 
strong thighs, he took the time to assess his situation. Actually he was un-
graciously given the time to do so. For the time being he was comfortable. Kim's 
soft skin felt good against his naked body. He guessed he was under Kim's right 
thigh. He felt buried muscles working beneath layers of fat. Each press of 
either pedal sent waves of motion up through the blubber. Each wave washed up 
against his straining hard-on like ocean waves relentlessly pounding a pylon at 
the end of a pier. 

	At first, breathing was a problem. Frank panicked when his lungs called 
for air, but he remained calm. He wanted to try to make the best of his current 
situation. Sure he was at Kim's mercy and she had already smothered and squeezed 
him into submission, but hadn't he fantasized about that very thing happening. 
Frank needed to stay one step ahead of Kim. He had to find a way to make this 
experience a positive one. 

	Frank found that if he inhaled hard enough with his face buried in Kim's 
flesh, he was able to meet his lungs' minimal requirement for oxygen. Although 
his lungs needed to work hard and fast, and all he could taste was Kim's smell, 
Frank could actually survive breathing this way. What surprised him most was Kim 
never offered him a breath by raising her leg or bottom off the seat. Did Kim 
already know what he just found out or was she was trying to kill him right 
away? For what reason, Frank had no idea. He also had no idea he was still 
shrinking.

	Frank was wide-awake as Kim climbed out of her BMW and began walking. It 
was now time for his neck to get a workout. As Kim's left leg stepped forward 
and her right leg fell behind, Kim's ass cheek forced Frank's head alarmingly 
backward. As she reversed her step, Frank's head was allowed, by the same giant 
ass cheek, to return to its normal position. Seconds later his head was forced 
backward, his Adams Apple ready to burse through his skin. A few second more and 
Frank's neck was forward facing. 

	Over and over again Frank's head nodded back then forward. His earlier 
comfort was gone. Once again he was suffering. The only saving grace was when 
Kim would stand still for a moment or two. Frank took advantage of these spells 
to regain his wits knowing the neck torture would soon resume. It always did. 

	At one point, Kim sat down on a hard surface with such force she knocked 
him senseless. He was still reeling when she stood back up and resumed his 
torment. He hadn't even been given the chance to regain his wits. His suffering 
intensified when Kim took her first step upward. Frank heard a crack and felt an 
abrupt shot of pain. He was sure his neck was broken and was waiting for the 
bright lights to come and take him away when it all passed. 

	Frank felt upward motion and knew the leg he was riding was stepping 
upward. At the height of his rise, Frank found he had so much room he could 
actually bend his neck forward. Luckily it still worked. If it had actually 
broken, it had mended itself surprisingly fast.

	Frank felt the vibration of the foot land and knew what he was in for 
next. Most houses have thirteen steps. Kim took the first step with her left 
foot. That meant six more painful spine-cracking steps. The second was worse 
than the first. Frank felt the same pain and heard the same sounds of cracking 
vertebrae. But again, with the forth step came a perfectly fine neck. With the 
fifth came the terror of anticipation for the imminent pain followed by a bolt 
of lightning that he felt in his own ass. By the sixth, it was physical relief 
but mental torment. Seven more to go.  And so it continued. Step by step. By the 
time Kim hit the second floor, Frank was sobbing muffled screams of pain. 

	Frank finally saw light as he slid down Kim's leg. She was removing her 
sweats. He took the opportunity to refill his lungs with real air. He instantly 
felt like he was in a Rocky Mountain Coors beer commercial. The cool fresh air 
relieved his tired lungs and soothed his aching neck. He felt himself slide over 
Kim's calf and bounce off her heel. He felt himself shaken from the garment. 
Then all at one he was cold. 

	Frank opened his eyes. He didn't recall having them closed. Since he had 
spent the last forty minutes or so with his face immersed in the lower part of 
Kim Jackson's ass, Frank's eyes took a few minutes to adjust to Kim's bedroom 
lighting. When they did adjust, Frank saw Kim's hand reaching for him and it was 
bigger than the last time he saw it.

 	Frank felt the primordial fight or flee impulse shoot out from his command 
center. Again he tried to get away but this time he ran into the same smelly 
sweatpants he and Kim had worn. Kim easily plucked him from her sweats and 
wrapped her fingers around him. He struggled briefly, ignoring the ascent, until 
he saw the size of her face.

	Frank was looking at Kim's face through a telescope. Every nuance of her 
face stood out boldly. It was like her face was the Sun and he was tiny 
innermost planet Mercury. The reflection of the bathroom light reflected off 
Kim's corneas, making her eyes look ablaze. One nostril flared outwardly more 
than the other when she exhaled. One side of her sparkling grin reached farther 
toward her ear. And when she opened her mouth to speak, Kim's perfect front 
teeth shown with the reflection of a tiny head sticking out of a clenched fist.

	"So you still want to run?" the giant mouth asked. A breeze of toothpaste 
smell blew past Frank's face. He tried to shake his head from side to side but 
Kim's grasp was too firm.

	"I was going to let you go to sleep where you wanted," Kim lectured. It 
almost looked like she was talking to her hand. "I was going to give you 
something to eat and something to drink. I was going to be nice to you, but you 
insist on running away from me." Kim was shaking her head slowly from side to 
side. As she did her flowing hair revealed glimces of her earring-less ears. Her 
lips thickened into a sulking frown. "Now I'll have to put you to bed myself."

	Kim carried Frank into the bedroom in her right fist. In her left hand was 
her sweaty smelly pair of spandex sweatpants she wore and worked in all day. 
With one hand, Kim laid the sweats on her bed with the waistband open. With her 
right, she gently placed her prisoner. She positioned him face down right in the 
crotch area where her womanly smell flourished. She then closed the sweats and 
folded them up into as small a package as possible. She sat her big naked butt 
on the folded up shorts just for good measure. Kim felt no movement under her so 
she bounced herself back onto her feet and went into the bathroom for a nice 
comforting bath. 



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	Kim barely made her way out of the church's back door Sunday morning after 
mass when Colleen attacked her. "Where's Frank? He's not answering his phone."

	"How should I know?" the off-guard celebrant answered. "Maybe he's on a 
binge."

	"Or maybe you have him," Colleen suggested. "Come on. Tell me. Where's 
Frank?"

	"Come over tonight Col, after dinner." 

	"Why." Colleen was dying to know if he was where she thought he was. "Come 
on Kim," she pleaded. "Spill it now. I can't wait that long."

	Kim shook her head no. "I'll see you after dinner." She then carefully 
hurried off toward her car. Kim had parked in the icy lot at the rear of the 
church. Like the Grim Reaper, a cold front had passed through the previous night 
leaving a thin sheet of deadly black ice on the pavement. Kim did not want to be 
his first victim, nor did she want Frank to be so she slowed her walk to an 
upright crawl. She knew Colleen wouldn't follow. 

	Colleen always parked on the street in front of the majestic building. One 
look at the icy lot behind the church where Kim's car was told Colleen she'd 
better off wait till tonight. She headed toward her Jeep feeling rejected yet 
excited. She had been put off but also invited. Colleen knew something was up 
and she wanted part of it. 

	The roads had been salted nicely so Kim took the long way home. She felt 
the little figure under her right cheek. She wondered if he was enjoying himself 
buried in the flesh of her lowest most disgusting region. Or was he suffering 
miserably, panicking for precious air. Perhaps he was dead. She hadn't felt him 
move for hours. But then how could he. She had on panties that were at least two 
sizes smaller than her rump was when she was thirty pounds lighter. She'd find 
out about Frank's well being as soon as she got home. 

	Frank needed to be fed. The poor fellow hadn't eaten anything since the 
previous afternoon. For all Kim knew, the host she put into his mouth with her 
own fingers could have been the last thing to enter his stomach, that is except 
for the Coke. It was the Coke she gave him that initiated the process. Yes, 
Frank had to be starving, and surely he needed a break from the confines of 
Kim's ass, but Kim figured 'what's the rush. We'll get home soon enough.'

	 The long way home took Kim past the market. Kim needed some supplies so 
she decided Frank could wait a little longer. Kim's BMW pulled into the parking 
lot and found a spot all the way out at the edge of the black top. Kim decided 
it was a nice day. The early morning frost had melted and she needed the 
exercise so she parked as far away from the door as she could. On her walk to 
the market entrance, she shook her ass excessively in an attempt to spark some 
movement from her prisoner. By the time she entered the store Kim was convinced 
Frank must be dead. All that movement and not even a flinch. 

	The moment Kim entered the market she knew something unusual was 
happening. There was a bustle of activity going on, not just in the aisles where 
the shoppers were, but also on the floor. Her friend Suzanne was bagging for a 
new girl, one with a perfect body and an ultra-short dress. They were working 
the express aisle. Kim would go to that 'fifteen items or less' checkout line 
when she was ready to pay. She found the girl's clothing odd being it was the 
third week of December. Although she had thanked Suzanne repeatedly for the help 
with Frank, Kim never really gave her anything in return. Maybe it was time for 
redemption. 

	As Kim filled her cart with fruits and vegetables, she must have seen at 
least half a dozen of the tiny people scurry across the floor. In all the months 
she shopped at the market, Kim may have seen maybe six total, and they were only 
fleeting glimpses of sub-human apparitions darting from hiding place to hiding 
place. Kim deduced that she had inadvertently walked herself into a rescue in 
process. 

	Kim was one of the gifted ones. She was able to see the tiny jailbirds of 
the market trying to survive until tomorrow, a miserable existence that went 
from day to day. She saw the tiny crosses on the floor, especially the one she 
was responsible for. 

	It was six months ago, before Kim even knew the market was full of tiny 
people. Kim was innocently buying a cantaloupe when she felt something attack 
her breasts. She remembered the feeling of the cold invisible creature moving 
inside her cleavage. At the time, she had freaked out pummeling her own breasts 
until whatever it was fell back out. She left the store that day leaving a half 
full cart in the produce aisle.

	Kim had gathered herself enough strength a week later, to return to the 
store. This time she had her cleavage well concealed. It was then she saw her 
first little man scamper across an aisle. It was also then she saw the painted 
cross on the floor exactly where her breasts had been attacked.

	Kim suppressed the sad memory. She felt sorry for them all despite the 
fact they deserved their fate. With enough food to last half the week in her 
cart, which wasn't much considering she was a widow living alone, Kim headed 
towards checkout. 

	"What's going on here today?" Kim asked Suzanne as she put her milk and 
vegetables on the counter.

	"Oh just the usual excitement of a small market," Suzanne answered. Kim 
new Suzanne was hiding something. "How did you make out with that guy who was 
bothering you?"

	Kim had exaggerated the story a bit. "Thanks to you he is with me as we 
speak." Suzanne nodded approval as she shot a glance towards Kim's lower region. 
"He's well hidden," Kim added. "I did just come from church."

	"Is it Sunday already?" Suzanne asked laughingly. "The days seem to all 
run together."

	"You need a break, Suzanne. Why don't you come over after dinner tonight? 
I'm having a sort of unveiling of my new toy."

	"Not tonight," Suzanne snapped back quickly. "I have too much work to do 
later. Maybe another night this week."

	Kim had an idea what kind of work Suzanne had to do. She took her credit 
card back from the new girl and gave her a smile. The new girl was very cute. 
Kim figured Suzanne was using her for bait. But why was she sitting on a stool. 
Checkout girls don't sit. Kim gave Suzanne one final glance. "I'll call you in a 
couple of days," Kim offered. Suzanne nodded and Kim left the store. 

	After a hearty brunch, Kim decided it was time to remove Frank. She was 
upstairs in her bedroom after cleaning up the kitchen mess. On the top of her 
night table was a plate holding a tiny portion of scrambled eggs. She was about 
to find out if her plaything was alive enough to eat. 

	Kim stepped out of her loose fitting slacks then peeled the panties from 
her ass. She slid them down her meaty thighs and over her thick calves and let 
them rest between her feet. Kim couldn't help but laugh when she looked 
downward. Lying between her feet was a four-inch tall man squinting back at her. 
Kim waited to see his expression when his eyes adjusted and he was able to see 
what was towering above him. Would it be fear, or awe. 

	Frank was five inches long when Kim went to bed the previous night. He had 
shrunk one more inch by the time Kim dressed that morning. She was happy to see 
the shrinking had stopped. Any smaller and Frank would likely get lost in one of 
her folds. 

	Frank blinked a few times but showed no emotion. His mind was in a daze, 
still lost in Kim's ass flesh. Kim stepped out of her panties and held her foot 
above Frank, but Frank's blank stare didn't change. She lowered her foot 
quickly, stopping it inches above him, but he didn't even flinch. So Kim did the 
next logical thing. 

	Kim's feet were nothing special as far as women's feet go. Kim thought 
they were cute. She even painted her toenails with shiny red polish and wore 
open-toed shoes all summer long and well into the fall. She didn't do it to show 
them off to men passing by. She had no interest in snagging a man, especially 
with her feet. She did it because she liked her toes. She enjoyed looking down 
and seeing the red reflections of happy light sparkling up at her. Kim thought 
how wonderful it would be seeing Frank's tiny face peering up at her through her 
toes.

	Kim gently lowered her foot onto Frank until he was completely covered. 
Being careful not to squash the tiny man, she applied more weight. The carpeting 
in her bedroom was extremely soft and plush, yielding to Frank's form as she 
pressed down on him. Within seconds, Kim was standing with equal weight on each 
foot. 

	Kim had never thought much about standing on a shrunken man. Until a 
couple of months ago, she never knew it was remotely possible. All of a sudden 
she knew what she was missing. She knew what womankind was missing. 

	Franks head was at the base of Kim's toes. His chest was buried in the 
thick padding of the carpet underneath the deadly ball of Kim's foot. The rest 
of Frank lied dormant under the soft sole. Kim stood on Frank for a good half 
minute enjoying the power she felt over the pathetic life form she so carelessly 
was killing. Frank's fragile body was under pressure when he was in her panties, 
but not enough to keep him from breathing. With half her weight on him, not only 
could he not breathe, Frank was slowly crushing. Kim didn't want to kill Frank. 
She was just having trouble tearing herself away from the pleasure. 

	"Thou shall not kill" came to Kim's mind. The fifth commandment broke her 
out of her trance. She quickly lifted her foot off Frank and put it back down 
next to him. The little fellow looked more pathetic than he did before Kim 
stepped on him. He was breathing heavily. His eyes were twice their normal size. 
Still he showed no other emotions or signs of movement. 

	"I'll wake you up," Kim said smiling down at the spot on her panties 
between her feet. She gave Frank a minute to gather his breath then she rested 
her bottom on the bed and she lowered her other foot over Frank until it just 
barely made contact with him. While applying just enough pressure on Frank, Kim 
began gently working her foot in round circles, massaging its underside with 
Frank's body. His head felt wonderful as it passed from one toe to the other and 
back. His soft chest soothed its way down one side of her sole around her heel 
and back up the other side. The tiny hard thing above his legs tickled every 
part of her body as it had its way with Kim's undersole.

	They say a man who can massage a woman's foot properly can stimulate any 
part of the woman's body. Kim was an instant believer. She felt sparks shoot 
through her every nerve. Each tiny bolt of excitement turned inward and traveled 
like lightning to a receiving area in Kim's groin where they congregated 
together and sang in triumphant harmony. It was like every nerve of her body 
went to church and was singing as one. 

	Kim Jackson hadn't experienced anything remotely orgasmic since her 
husband passed away so many years ago. She was now. She may have continued her 
self gratifying foot massage at Frank's expense had she not been such a 
religious prude. She caught herself in the act of breaking yet another 
commandment. This time it was number six, although she wasn't actually having 
sex with Linda's hubby, it was too close to continue. Kim put aside her sexual 
excitement and let her foot come to rest on Frank.

	Kim looked at her alarm clock. Ten minutes had passed. She had forgotten 
the initial purpose of the stimulation. It was to try to awaken the foggy man in 
her panties on the floor. Kim then felt movement under her foot. Actually she 
noticed the movement for the first time. It had been going on for a good five 
minutes. Frank was awake and struggling.

	Kim removed her foot to see Frank flailing his body about like a flounder 
out of water. He jumped to his feet and began screaming something illegible up 
at Kim. She snickered and knocked the raving lunatic back on his ass with her 
big toe. Frank popped back up to continued his tirade but was quickly back on 
his butt. A third attempt landed Frank flat on his back with Kim's foot crushing 
him into the carpet again. After a minute worth of punishment, Kim released 
Frank and picked his re-stilled body up by his head. 

	"Don't you ever speak to me or any other woman like that again." The look 
in Kim's eyes showed anger. Frank didn't know Kim was actually mad at herself 
for almost giving into something so carnal as sexual excitement. "Eat 
something," she said sternly to Frank. She then dropped him into the cold 
scrambled eggs and walked into the bathroom.

	The smell of the cold eggs attacking Frank's nose along with the reek of 
Kim's foot already permeating his nostrils made Frank instantly nauseas. The 
fact that he'd been crushed and smothered didn't help him either. Although Frank 
had woken hungrier than a bear that hadn't eaten all winter, he knew there was 
no way he'd be able to stomach what he was offered. Frank climbed out of the 
dish and sat his cold naked body down on the edge of the night table. He didn't 
want Kim to think he was trying to escape.

	"So what's next?" Frank whispered to himself. What did Kim have in store 
for him next? He heard the sounds of her stomping around the bathroom like the 
rumbling of distant thunder. Frank wondered if that meant a thunderstorm of her 
power over him was coming. Or was that thunderstorm already over? Was Kim 
finished tormenting him. 

	Over the next hour Kim was actually nice to tiny Frank. She put him into 
the sink to relieve himself then gave him a quite enjoyable washing with her 
bare hands. She even ignored his erection. She gave him an over-sized shirt to 
wear that covered him all the way to his knees. Then she carried him gently to 
the kitchen and gave him some chicken broth with two noodles to eat. Frank 
thought his luck had changed. He was looking forward to his afternoon with Kim. 
Then Kim brought out a needle and a spool of thread.

	Frank was just finishing his soup when a parachute landed on the table 
next to him. Actually it wasn't a parachute but it was as big as one. It was a 
clean white pair of cotton panties. He looked from the panties up to Kim. That's 
when he saw the sword and flinched. 

	"Don't worry," Kim said to Frank softly. I'm going for a jog and I need to 
put you somewhere safe. She picked him up and placed him on the large sheet of 
soft material.

	Frank began to struggle. "I'll be killed," he screamed. "You can't do that 
to me again."

	"Relax silly," Kim laughed. "I'm not going to wear these panties. I'm 
putting them and you into my panty drawer where you'll be safe. Frank slowed his 
struggles but still didn't feel too relaxed. Being sown into Kim's panties could 
end badly for him. Still he had no choice. He just had to trust Kim and hope she 
was telling him the truth.

	Bound to Kim's panties by his wrists ankles and waist, Frank was carried 
upstairs and deposited into the drawer that contained Kim's panties, socks, and 
braziers just as she promised. "I'll be back in a bit," she whispered as she 
closed the drawer. "Try to take a nap."

	Kim thought about wearing Frank during her jog. Sure it would have been 
rough on him. He may have even perished. The real reason Kim didn't take Frank 
along was she needed a break from the temptation he relentlessly offered. She 
needed to go run off some steam alone.

	Frank spent the next hour basking in the soft perfume sent of lingerie. He 
was tied to the large bottom area of the panties. When Kim had placed him into 
the drawer, she covered him up to his eyes with the soft crotch padding to keep 
him warm. He was dozing, dreaming of a cool spring day when he heard an alarm 
that sent his heart into flurry. It was the telephone. 

	After the second ring, Frank heard approaching footsteps. "Hello," as Kim 
answered the phone. Frank hadn't even heard her return home. "Hi Ruth," she 
said. "I'm just getting out of the shower." Frank hadn't heard the running water 
either. "I can meet you in an hour," she said as she opened the drawer. 

	Frank peered over the folded edge of cotton and saw Kim standing above him 
looking into the mirror above the dresser he was in. She was wrapped in the 
towel she had just dried herself off with. She had the phone tucked between her 
ear and her shoulder. 

	Frank watched Kim's hand descend into the drawer. Without looking down, 
Kim's talented fingers grabbed a bra to Franks left and a pair of panties to his 
right. For a second he was sure the pair of panties she was aiming for were the 
ones he was in. Then Kim closed the drawer to leave Frank in peace to hopefully 
grow back to size, punishment over, lessoned learned.

	Kim talked on the phone as she donned the bra along with a white blouse. 
She then slipped on a black skirt that, unrenowned to Kim, highlighted her 
roundness. Next Kim dropped her panties onto floor and stepped into them. She 
pulled them up and looked into the mirror. They were too loose for the skirt she 
had on. She could see wrinkles. With the phone still in her ear, Kim kicked off 
the panties and slid open her panty drawer. Reaching in blindly again, Kim 
grabbed another pair of panties and dropped them onto the floor. 

	Frank thought his luck had changed. He was preparing to finish his nap 
when he was thrown into movement; first sideways, then upward, then back 
downward. He came to rest looking upward at a scene he recognized all too well. 
He was looking up past Kim's meaty legs at the bottom of her ass and her smiling 
snatch.

	Kim quickly pulled up her new set of panties and looked at herself in the 
mirror again. Perfect, no wrinkles. She hung up the phone, slipped on a pair of 
open-toed shoes, and walked into the bathroom to do her hair and make-up. She 
was meeting Ruth at the mall. They still had Christmas shopping to do. And yes, 
Kim was flowing with the spirit of Christmas.

The Spirit of Christmas      part IV      by willie


	Kim was very upset at herself for letting the foot massage given to her by 
the unwilling Frank turn her on sexually. She felt repulsed. She decided it was 
best to go for a run to burn off some of the badness. She was so determined to 
forget about the pleasure the tiny husband of her friend offered her that she 
wanted to put him out of her mind altogether. By the time Kim completed her run 
and walked through the front door, she had Frank and the previous morning 
completely blocked out. 

	Kim forgot she had sowed Frank into a pair of her panties. She had no idea 
that the second pair she put on after her shower was the pair Frank was tied to. 
Kim knew nothing of the fact that Frank was also going Christmas shopping. Frank 
knew. 

	Frank screamed as the elevator of Kim's Lady Hanes rose up her legs but 
Kim was too busy talking on the phone to here him. He watched her lower side 
grow larger and darker as he disappeared beneath Kim's skirt. As he came to rest 
and the cotton stretched to its limit, Frank was startled by where he ended up. 

	Franks arms were tied above his head half way to each side, so when the 
fabric stretched, so did Frank. He found himself up side down in the tight 
triangle between Kim's two ass cheeks and the backside of her panties. He wasn't 
touching Kim's bottom at all. He was staring at the underside of  her crack 
quite closely but nowhere did any part of his body actually touch any part of 
her ass. God himself couldn't have placed him more perfectly. It was an amazing 
place to be. Of course that changed when Kim took her first step.

	Frank hadn't totally realized the perfection of his placement when Kim 
began walking. When she stepped forward with her left leg, Frank made contact 
with her right ass cheek. When her right foot countered, so did her left cheek. 
It was kind of weird for Frank. A forward step by Kim's left foot swung him 
toward the left, but her right cheek moved faster and further and overtook Frank 
pummeling him with blubber. Then it moved away. Frank reversed direction and 
once again was overtaken by swinging ass meat. That's how it went for the ten 
seconds it took Kim to walk into the bathroom. Then things turned still again. 

	This time, as Kim brushed her hair and put on her makeup, Frank was able 
to get a better look at his surroundings. The bathroom light reflecting off the 
tile floor shed some light up Kim's skirt. It was still dark, but Frank's eyes 
were well adapted. The tightness of Kim's panties pulled her cheeks in 
drastically intensifying the ripples and craters of fat. 

	Kim finished primming herself and went downstairs. The trip down, although 
dizzying was much more pleasant for Frank than the trip up had been. Kim grabbed 
her keys and headed out the door. The temperature outdoors seemed to be getting 
colder each time Kim walked outside. She ran to her car, plopped onto the seat 
and started it up. Kim cranked the heat and sped off. 

	Up until that point, Frank was fine. In fact he was rather enjoying 
himself seeing Kim's fat backside from this angle, rubbing against its bouncing 
softness with each step. The little run Kim did was borderline euphoric. 

	All of a sudden Frank wasn't in that safe little triangle any more. As 
Kim's ass sank into the car seat, the cheeks he had been marveling over 
swallowed him up. Ninety percent of Frank's body was now wrapped with butt 
flesh. Only a thin line down his back was making contact with cotton. With 
Frank's arms still secured over his head, his ribs were left vulnerable. They 
were the only part of Frank's body in any real danger. A squeeze of Kim's ass 
and Frank knew his ribcage would crush. He spent the drive to the mall sucking 
for air and praying. 

	Frank was happy as a lark once Kim parked her car and climbed out onto the 
parking lot. He had survived the ride. He was given another thrilling run into 
the mall where the momentum of each mountain of ass cheek pile drove him into 
the other. By the time Kim slowed to a walk, Frank was hard as a rock. He was to 
stay that way all afternoon; well almost all of the afternoon. 

	Frank spent hours doing the tango with Kim's butt. First it was one way 
with one large dance partner, then the other way with her equally plump sister. 
Frank couldn't get the tango music out of his head. Rump rump rump rump, _ 
dadadadaaada, rump rump rump rump with each series of steps. All afternoon long 
it went. Frank was actually having a great time dancing with Kim's larger than 
life butt, actually living out a fantasy. He was waiting for Kim to make another 
little dash. He had some John Phillip Sousa ready, but before he could play 
'Stars and Stripes' the fun abruptly ended.

	"I'm famished," Ruth said to her friend, we've been at it for hours. 
"Let's get something to eat."

	"I guess I could eat," Kim answered. "What are you in the mood for?" 
Actually Kim wasn't hungry. She had spent most of the afternoon thinking about 
Frank. His helplessness was getting to her. She had devoted her life to helping 
the needy, but Frank wasn't one of the poor children they gathered a truckload 
of gifts for, or one of the homeless they fed every morning. He was the well-off 
owner of a moving company. Sure he was currently tiny and pathetic, but that 
should only be temporary. Still Kim just could not concentrate on anything else. 

	"I'd kill for a nice juicy burger," Ruth said barbarically. "There's a 
great place in the other side of the mall."

	Kim thought they had walked around the mall three times already. "What 
other side of the mall," she asked? 

	Ruth laughed. "Come on." Ten minutes later they were sitting at a booth. 

	Twenty minutes after that, both women had burgers, thick juicy ones. Ruth 
was devouring her's. Kim had taken but a nibble. She had been trying to put 
Frank out of her mind for hours, but something wouldn't let her. It was like he 
was there, with them, but he wasn't. Frank was home, safe and sound in her 
underwear drawer. After Kim sat down, the feeling worsened. 

	Frank was being devoured again. His bonds still held so once again his 
ribs were in jeopardy. As he gasped for breath, Frank recognized the smell of 
butt sweat. In the real world, some distant place he vaguely remembered, he'd 
smell his wife's panties every chance he got. Sometimes he smelled mild aromas. 
Other times his nostrils were attacked by viciously strong ones. What Frank was 
experiencing now matched Donna's worst. 

	Then Frank felt something warm and clammy kiss his entire face. It didn't 
take much thought on Frank's part to realize his face was up against Kim's 
asshole. How disgusting. This was the part of Frank's fetish that he totally 
ignored, the smelly thorn on the fragrant rose. He wasn't ignoring it now. 

	The worst part was Frank had to breathe. Each time he sucked in whatever 
he could, he gagged. He was inhaling what Kim's bowels offered him. Please God, 
don't make her fart. How could heaven turn to hell so quickly? Frank thought 
about it. Maybe heaven and hell were next-door neighbors separated by only a 
weather-beaten picket fence. Or maybe they were the same, separated by only the 
conscience of every individual. It seems Frank's current situation was self-
imposed. He had crossed in his own mind from heaven to hell when he began 
fantasizing about Kim's ass. She was only now acting as GOD, teaching Frank a 
valuable lesson about commandment number nine. Thou shall not covet thy 
neighbor's wife. 

	Then it got worse. "God bless you," Ruth said after Kim sneezed. Kim felt 
her whole body tighten as she sneezed. She also felt something give underneath 
her bottom, like she was sitting on something - or someone. She was going to 
check it out but she sneezed again, and again and again. The first five times 
she sneezed, Kim felt the same reaction under her. By number six, the sensation 
was gone. After sneeze number nine, Kim's diaphragm was at peace, the crunching 
under her bottom forgotten. But still she couldn't forget about the tiny man 
waiting for her so innocently in her underwear drawer. 

	Ruth finished her meal and had dessert. Kim's burger fed the homeless; not 
the ones that frequented the day center daily, but the ones that ate from the 
dumpsters behind the mall. They both parted company and went their separate 
ways. Frank was too out of it to play any Sousa when Kim ran out to her BMW.

	When Kim sat in her car and headed home in the lightly falling snow, 
things changed. Frank became less worried about Kim's anus. If that was what he 
was offered by the almighty, then that's what he'd take. He was a new man. He 
had his ribs broken by Kim's fatty yet muscular butt cheeks repeatedly when she 
sneezed, but he was fine. Frank as a four-inch tall man was invincible. Nothing 
could kill him. Not even a twelve thousand pound ass. 

	Frank felt for his feet. They were still bound and useless. Frank 
remembered he still had hands. He felt for them. They both responded. They were 
both touching a part of Kim they shouldn't be touching. Frank's hands felt an 
extremely smooth and bare part of Kim's anatomy; a part she didn't even know 
existed. Kim had voluntary sex with her newlywed on the night of her marriage. 
She had to. As a new wife, Kim had to consecrate her marriage. After that, she 
closed the doors. Kim wasn't ready for kids yet and the Catholic Church preached 
about wasting valuable sperm cells, so when Pete passed on, he died an unhappy 
and frustrated man.

	Kim didn't know it, but she felt Frank's hands too. She felt the warm 
feeling they radiated. Frank's open palms were resting against the hairless 
smooth area just outside her vagina. For the second time in one day, Kim was 
getting horny. She wanted to speed home to see her awaiting man but was afraid 
of the falling snow. Kim did not want to have an accident so she took her time. 

	Kim didn't realize it, but she was slowly rubbing her bottom on the car 
seat. She was concentrating on her driving and didn't know she was massaging 
herself with Frank's tiny hands. The further her car crawled along, the faster 
her bottom moved. And the more her bottom moved, the looser came the thread 
holding Frank. By the time Kim was halfway home, Frank was loose. 

	Kim was gyrating her hips at a pretty good pace now and Frank was taking 
the brunt of it. He was being rolled from side to side under Kim's now sweaty 
ass. He was also being forced into a different area of Kim's lower anatomy. As 
the grinding continued, Frank noticed a change in the air he was breathing. The 
rank pungent smell of sweaty asshole was being slowly replaced by an equally 
strong odor; a smell Frank knew all to well. It was the sweet yet musky scent of 
womanhood.

	After a few minutes of Kim's movements, Frank felt wetness on his face. 
Forty seconds later Frank was wet all over. He knew where he was. He was 
completely underneath Kim inside her panties. He was face to face with her 
womanhood and she was still grinding her womanhood on his body.

	Frank had been hard for days. He had expected sex from his wife two days 
ago but her period hit. He was going to relieve himself Saturday after he 
delivered the gifts but felt ill and went to sleep. Today, he had been a part of 
Kim Jackson's butt. And now she was grinding her oversized pussy on his 
undersized body, stimulating the hell out of his massive hard-on, a hard-on 
whose tip was actually penetrating Kim's vagina. It wasn't his fault when he 
exploded and sent his warm fluid into her. 

	Kim never noticed. She was sexually excited. She had been for hours. She 
couldn't wait to get home to play with Frank. Unfortunately due to the snow she 
had to concentrate fully on her driving. She never knew she had been rubbing 
herself on the car seat the whole way home. She also didn't know she had raped 
poor Frank and broken the commandment she had almost broken earlier.

	Frank desperately did not want to have an orgasm. He did all he could to 
prevent it, but the stimulation was too much. After his load was exhausted and 
he had fallen from his climax, Frank felt horrible. He felt bad for Linda. Sure 
she hasn't been that great of a wife lately with all her outside interests. 
Sexually she'd been downright disappointing, but that didn't make the fact that 
he lied to her about working the week any more comforting. It surely didn't 
justify the situation he had gotten himself into. Nothing Linda could ever do to 
him could earn the horribleness of what he had just done into Kim's giant 
vagina.

	"Finally," Kim exclaimed as she pulled into the driveway. After parking in 
the garage, Kim hurried into the house and ran up the stairs. She slipped off 
her skirt, and then pulled down her panties, kicking them into the corner. She 
quickly put on another pair of tight sweats that she had left out and shot 
toward her underwear drawer. She didn't know what she was going to do with 
Frank. For the first time in years she was actually horny. She wasn't quite 
thinking straight. She'd get a hold of him first then decide what to do.

	Kim threw the drawer open and gasped. Frank wasn't there. She looked at 
every pair of panties in the drawer in disbelief. Frank had escaped. "You 
bastard," she screamed out into the room. "I'll find you and you'll pay."

	Frank heard Kim's screaming and was petrified. How could she possibly not 
have known he was inside her panties? Did that fat ass of hers have no feeling? 
Was her vagina so callous that it didn't feel him? He cowered inside the 
underwear thanking his lucky stars that he landed still in them and had not 
fallen out and landed vulnerable in the middle of the floor.

	Kim's tantrum was getting closer. She was about to search the panties in 
the corner, and Frank knew it, when the doorbell rang. "God damn it," Kim 
proclaimed thus breaking yet another one of the rules handed down to Moses. She 
left the room and headed back downstairs to answer the door. Frank drew a sigh. 
He knew Kim was in a bad way. She never cursed.

	Kim looked through her peephole and saw Colleen standing out in the cold. 
It was almost dark so Kim flicked on the porch light and pulled the door open. 
"Hi Kim," a smiling Colleen said cheerfully.

	"Colleen, What are you nuts? It's snowing." Kim was shocked that Colleen 
actually drove over in a snowstorm. 

	"I brought my jeep," Colleen answered. "It loves snow." Kim looked past 
Colleen at the red Jeep. She saw movement inside. Colleen noticed. "I brought a 
couple of friends. I hope you don't mind."

	Kim did mind. She wasn't in the mood. She just wanted to find Frank and 
punish him with her ass for not being in the drawer where he was supposed to be. 
"No, call them in," Kim said reluctantly. 

	Kim watched four other women climb out of the car and trudge to her front 
door. Three of them she knew from the church. Another, a much bigger but pretty 
dark haired woman, Kim had never seen before. Introductions and pleasantries 
were exchanged but a tension remained in the air. Nobody knew what to say to 
crack the ice. Colleen took control.

	"So where is he," Colleen asked abruptly.

	"Where's who?" Kim could play that game.

	"Oh come on Kim," Colleen could play better. "Where's Frank. We all know 
he's here."

	"We have to see him Kim, come on." That was from Tina Rubino. She was a 
thirty-year-old woman who never married. She was very pretty, always flirting 
with men but would never let one get close to her for fear he might control her. 
She was obviously here to try to control Frank. 

	"Please," was all Marge or Clair said. They were the first two women 
besides Colleen who knew something was up. Kim looked toward the heavier 
stranger who introduced herself as Rose. She only sat on the sofa smiling. 

	"Fine," Kim said giving in to the pressure. "Frank is here but I can't 
find him."

	"What do you mean you can't find him," Colleen asked? 

	"I mean I left him in my underwear drawer and he got out."

	"Well he has to be here somewhere," Colleen insisted. "Ladies, spread out 
and find him."

	Frank heard talking downstairs. He heard many different voices. He easily 
recognized Colleen's big mouth. He was also pretty sure he heard her two friends 
Marge and Clair, two more women who had well endowed bottoms. Frank made out two 
more voices he didn't recognize. He poked his head out of Kim's smelly panties 
and filled his lungs with clean air. No one was upstairs so he ventured out into 
the open towards the door to hear what the women were saying. Frank reached the 
doorway just in time to hear Colleen give the order. 

	Instantly Frank heard the rumble of feet coming up the stairs. He 
instinctively turned and ran. The closest hiding place was Kim's closet, so 
that's the direction in which he ran. He figured he'd find a multitude of places 
to hide in a messy closet, but when he entered it he was shocked. Kim had rows 
of shoes lined up along one wall and that was it. The rest of the floor was 
barren. 

	Frank remembered his dream about the shoe store all too well. He was 
definitely not hiding inside a pair of shoes. He looked out of the closet and 
saw the moving shadow of one of the women about to enter the bedroom. He ran 
back into the closet all the way to the far corner where he found a pair of 
furry slippers to hide behind. The outsides of the slippers were covered in 
dust. They hadn't been worn in a while. 

	Tina was searching Kim's bedroom along with Colleen. Marge and Claire were 
looking through the other two bedrooms. Kim and Rose were downstairs. Tina 
walked into the bedroom closet and was amazed. Not only was it huge, it was 
immaculate. Kim's clothes hung from hangers all crisp and clean looking. Her 
shoes, all bright and shiny even in the darkness of the closet, were all lined 
up perfectly. 

	Frank peered over the furry slipper and saw Tina enter the room. Tina was 
one of the voices he hadn't recognized. He'd seen her in church a few times but 
never knew who she was. Tina looked stunning standing in the doorway with the 
backlight from the bedroom flowing over her. The white sweater she wore showed 
off well-formed breasts. One look at the red skirt that draped over her hips 
made that feeling in Frank's groin return. 

	Tina walked into the closet looking down at the row of shoes. Closest to 
the door was a pair of well-worn slippers. Tiny thought about how comfortable 
they must be. Next to them were Kim's boots and dress shoes. Tina picked up a 
boot and shook it out up side down. No tiny man fell out. She neatly replaced 
the boot and did the same with the other. She glanced in each shoe to make sure 
it was empty and continued down the line. 

	Next in line were Kim's open toed shoes and sandals. Tina easily saw they 
were empty. At the back of the line was another pair of slippers. These ones 
were newer but it was obvious they hadn't been worn in a while. Tina ignored 
them and turned her attention to Kim's clothes.  

	Frank watched Tina inspect each shoe along the line. He was figuring he 
was dead meat and looking for an escape route when Tina turned her attention 
toward Kim's hanging clothes. He felt a wave of relief. thinking Tina was 
finished with her shoe search, he climbed into one of the slippers and rolled 
into the toe section. He figured he'd be a heck of a lot safer if he wasn't out 
in the open. Plus he was freezing and the furry slippers did offer him some 
warmth.

	"What are you doing," colleen asked Tina as she looked in the closet. 

	"I'm just looking at Kim's clothes. She has such nice things."

	"You didn't find Frank," Kim asked. 

	"Nope," Tina answered. "No tiny men in here."

	"Let's search the bathroom," Colleen ordered. She departed from the scene. 

	"Coming," Tina answered. She turned to follow Colleen but was distracted 
by the pair of comfortable looking slippers at the door. Tina had removed her 
wet boots before she entered Kim's house and her feet were cold so she helped 
herself to Kim's slippers. 

	Frank never did get the peek up Tina's skirt. He had, although, survived 
Tina's search and he was happy for that. He figuring the safest place he could 
be was right where he was until Kim's company left. He rolled himself into a 
ball in the warm toe section to get some rest. It had been a hard day.

	The four women were on their way downstairs when Kim called up to Colleen. 
"Please bring down my slippers. They're in my bedroom closet." Frank heard Kim 
but wasn't alarmed. He wasn't in Kim's slippers. Hers were the well-worn pair 
near the doorway. 

	"No prob Kim," Colleen said as she turned and headed towards the closet. 
The only pair she saw was the ones at the back of the closet. Kim grabbed them 
and carried them loosely downstairs.

	"Wrong ones," Kim said as Colleen handed her the slippers. 

	"But they are the only ones in there," Colleen answered.

	"Oh I'm sorry," Tina said with a look of embarrassment. She handed Kim her 
worn slippers. "My feet were cold and they just looked so comfortable."

	"That's OK," Kim answered warmly. "Here wear these ones. They're 
practically new."

	"Thanks Kim. You're too kind. Tina took the slippers, sat down, and 
slipped on the first. She then slipped on the second and instantly pulled her 
foot back out. She tilted the shoe to see what was in the toe section and to her 
amazement she saw a tiny naked man trying to climb back up the slipper. Tina had 
found Frank. 

	Tina instinctively pointed the shoe back down so Frank fell back into the 
toe section. She looked around to see if anyone else saw what just happened. All 
the other women were looking at Colleen who was laying out a new plan to find 
Frank. Tina smiled and re-inserted her foot. She worked Frank so he was 
positioned under the base of her toes where she wouldn't crush him. Tina figured 
she'd get a little head start on the fun.

	"Before we get started on my plan I'd like to ask you something." Colleen 
was talking to Kim. "Since none of us have to go to work tomorrow, would you 
mind if we had ourselves a girl party? It'll be fun."

	Kim didn't look too happy with Colleen's question. She had told Colleen 
earlier to stop over. She had meant for a quick visit alone. 

	"Come on Kim, Colleen pleaded. "It'll be fun. You desperately need some 
fun. I even have beer in the car."

	"You know I don't drink beer," Kim barked out quickly.

	"You don't have to have any," Colleen answered. "Be a sport Kim."

	Kim was being bombarded with a chorus of pleases. "I'll tell you what," 
she offered. "Find Frank in the next twenty minutes and you're on." She was 
desperate to get her hands on Frank. Besides, it had been a while since she had 
any sisterly companionship.

	Twenty minutes later the gang had given up hope. They hadn't found Frank. 
All the guests were disappointed, all but Tina who had a choice to make. She had 
Frank. She could easily smuggle him out for herself, but that wouldn't be right. 
And if she did take Frank home, Kim would find out sooner or later. Taking Frank 
would definitely blow up in her face. 

	The dejected bunch were preparing to head out into the cold when Tina 
asked if she could use the bathroom before she left. Colleen ordered her to 
hurry and went out to warm up her jeep. She missed the excitement.

	"I found him," screamed Tina as she ran out of the bathroom holding a tiny 
man in her hand. "He was hiding under the toilet seat."

	Kim was elated. She quickly grabbed the tiny person and held him up to her 
face. She felt the feeling she had in the car return. She didn't feel like 
sharing Frank. She wanted him for herself. She wished the girls would go home 
and leave her alone, but she had made a deal.

	One of the women called Colleen back in and told her to bring the beer. 
Colleen was the first to pop her lid. Her friends quickly followed suit. "Have 
one", Colleen said to Kim holding a cold Coors Light out to her. 

	"What the heck," Kim replied. She hadn't drank a beer in years. Maybe a 
dose of alcohol would help the stirring inside her go away. "Maybe I'll have 
just one." Colleen twisted off the bottle cap like she was twisting off a tiny 
man's head. Frank, who was in Kim's delicate left hand, watched.

	After each woman had a turn holding Frank, Colleen proposed a game. 

	"You've all played musical chairs before." They all nodded. "Have any of 
you ever played it with a tiny man taped to one of the chairs?" Four sets of 
eyes lit up. Kim still wanted him just for herself. "OK, We start with five 
chairs, one of which will have Frank on it. When the music stops we all have to 
land in a chair. The one who is left standing is out. The one who lands on Frank 
stays on him for the length of the song."

	"Great game," Tina said enthusiastically. "If we're all in the game, who 
stops the music?"

	"I'll work the music," Kim volunteered. "I don't need to play."

	"That's nonsense," said Colleen. "You're playing too."

	Unexpectedly, the quiet Rose came up with the solution. "Why not start 
with four chairs. One of us, say Kim,  will sit out the first round and work the 
music. The loser takes Kim's place and Kim joins the game. We don't remove the 
first chair until after the second round."

	"I knew I brought you along for a good reason," Colleen laughed. Rose 
wasn't a member of the parish so only Colleen new her before tonight. 

	"What does the winner get," Tina asked?

	"Here's the thing," Colleen explained. "We play the game in our panties. 
If we win the round we get to sit on Frank with our panties on for the length of 
the song. The winner gets to sit on Frank with him inside her panties for three 
songs."

	"That sounds too good to be true," said Tina. The others voiced their 
approval. Even Kim, feeling the effects of her beer, was getting excited. "Let's 
get started."

	The four guests formed four kitchen chairs in a circle. Kim did the honor 
of taping the struggling screaming man's arms and legs to the chair she normally 
sat on. Colleen, who volunteered to be the first one in charge of the music 
filled Pete's seldom used five-disc player. Kim removed her red skirt. Colleen 
and her other friends removed their jeans, and Kim remained in her super-tight 
sweat pants. Colleen started the music and the women began walking around the 
group of chairs. The game had begun. 

	Frank looked up at the assortment of asses parading before him. The were 
all on the large side. Clair's bottom, as was Marge's, was slightly bigger than 
normal. Both women had boyfriends and Frank thought the two women should be with 
their own men. Kim's bottom Frank loved. Tina's, Frank could easily learn to 
love. And Colleen's he knew. He'd be seeing it first hand soon enough. Of all 
the backsides in the room, Rose's bottom was the biggest. It was immense. It was 
so large and flabby that it was down right scary.

	Frank stopped struggling. He awaited the inevitable. He was going to spend 
the next few hours tortured, smothered, and humiliated beyond reason under some 
pretty descent backsides. He'd try to make the best of it for as long as he 
could. He knew he couldn't be killed. Somehow Kim had made him invulnerable. No 
Frank wouldn't die tonight, but that didn't mean he wouldn't suffer.