I was visiting my Aunt Brandy in Virginia. My uncle and
cousins, her husband and two sons had somehow disappeared, after they had gone
to the store. They never returned, and we never found out what happened to them.
That was until the day she did something I never even thought was possible.
I was sitting in her living room one day when she came
down from her upstairs bathroom, where she had been showering. She took the
remote from me and turned the TV off. I raised my arms halfway in the air, asking
what gives? Without actually saying anything.
“We need to talk,” she told me.
“About what?” I asked.
“Well, you know that your uncle and cousins disappeared
and haven’t been seen since, right?” she asked. She didn’t sound sad asking me
about that. I nodded.
“What if I told you they never actually disappeared?
What if I knew what happened to them?” I was confused and now scared, as well.
Had she murdered them and hid their bodies?
“See, I have this…ability…to shrink people,” she began.
“I’ve had so much stress at work and dealing with them, I decided to end the
stress of dealing with them. So, I shrunk them, put them in a bowl of onion dip,
and I ate them.” My eyes widened and my jaw dropped.
“Aunt Brandy…why would you do that?” I asked.
“I wanted to be done with them. No more of that stress
in my life. Now, I’m a free woman who can do what she wishes. Plus, they were
kind of tasty,” she said, rubbing her belly that was covered by a shirt
that seemed to be a size too small.
“Okay. Why are you telling me this, though?” I asked.
“Having no one around has been lonely,” she said. “I was
thinking of shrinking you and keeping you around. What do you think of that?” I
was frozen. I didn’t want her to shrink me. What would she do with me? What about
my family?
“I…I….” I couldn’t’ come up with the words to say.
“It’ll be fun. Besides, don’t you like big ol’ Aunt Brandy?”
she asked in a more seductive voice. My heart was beating faster and faster now.
I knew she was referring to. The first giantess story I had ever written was
about her and my mom, along with a third woman I don’t remember, growing to gigantic
size after drinking a concoction.
“I…” I was still frozen. “I…don’t..want to…” I started
to say more words, but I couldn’t get the full sentence out. I was trying to tell
her that I didn’t want to be shrunken.
“I’m sorry, but unfortunately, you don’t have much of
a choice,” my heavyset aunt said. She pulled a remote out from behind her and
hit a button. In seconds, I shrunk down to the size of a pea. I looked up to
see my aunt towering over me now, her laugh bellowing.
“Oh, look. You’re in my seat, Stephen,” she said. “Get
up before I sit on you.” This was also a reference to a time I lay halfway in
her seat at my grandparents’ house and she had told me to move before she sat
on me. I had said no in hopes she would’ve actually covered my eight year-old
body with her big butt. She didn’t actually have a big butt, but she was so
big, it basically meant she did have a big butt.
I lost focus of my current situation and didn’t notice
my aunt was still standing above me until she turned around and began squatting
down.
“I warned you to move,” she said. She didn’t stop,
either. Her butt came down on me, my aunt sighing as she sat down. “I’m glad you
didn’t move. You’re comfortable to sit on.”
Unfortunately, when it came to my aunt and uncle, they
always about one thing that most people didn’t talk about publicly – gas. They
always talked about farting, mainly my uncle, and weren’t afraid to fart in public,
either.
That’s why I knew what was coming when I heard the
rumbling not too long after my aunt sat on me. She crossed her legs and farted,
the entire blow of the fart hitting me directly.
“Hope that smelled good, little man. I told you to get
out of my seat,” she said, adding an evil smile. My aunt continued to sit on me
for another hour, farting at least twice more. She did say “excuse me”, but
also added that she was enjoying farting on me. I wasn’t enjoying it as much as
I thought I would’ve because it smelled so bad.
When she got up, I fell from her butt and onto the
carpet. I looked up to see my aunt now towering over me more than she was
before. She was usually taller than me in real life, but now, the over three-hundred-pound
giantess looked like the Freedom Tower to me. She put her hand on her butt as if
she was searching for me.
“Stephen? Where are you?” she asked when she noticed I
was no longer stuck to her butt. She looked around until she saw me on the carpet.
“I’m surprised you didn’t get stuck to my butt after I sat on you for so long.
You look so cute from down there. It gives me an idea…” she then unbuttoned and
unzipped her pants, pulling them and her underwear down.
“I’m so big, aren’t I?” she asked. I was drooling at
the sight of my aunt’s vagina and very thick thighs. She then took her shirt
off, revealing her huge belly that hung so low, it almost covered her vagina. She
then took her bra off, lifting it over her head so her boobs fell out. She didn’t
have big boobs, either, but they were nice to look at, as were most boobs.
“Come here,” she said. She then bent over, trying to
pick me up. I was so scared, I began to run, screaming at the top of my lungs.
“Where are you going?” I’m just trying to pick you up,”
she said. She then began coming after me, her footsteps making loud booming noises
and making the ground shake. Being so tiny, it wasn’t hard for my giantess BBW
aunt to pick me up. “Why are you running? Don’t you love big Aunt Brandy?” she
smiled and chuckled. She was having too much fun with this now.
She went back over to the couch and sat down, placing
me between her legs. Her thighs were so thick, it was like I was standing in
the middle of the Grand Canyon. My aunt was getting turned on now. She began to
rub her vagina right in front of me.
“God, Stephen. This is actually kind of hot. I love
how big I am compared to you, and I know you love it so much, especially these
thick thighs.” She then released her hand from her vagina and closed her legs,
squishing me between the tons of fat. She laughed as she rubbed her thighs
against me. Her clit was getting wetter and wetter as she rubbed her thunder
thighs against either side of me.
She began to moan, letting out a few at a time. After
she opened her legs, freeing me from the thighs, I couldn’t help but notice how
wet she had become. Was she really turned on by this? Just then, my aunt
grabbed me and got up, running upstairs into her bedroom.
“I’m sorry, Stephen. I’m so sorry,” she said. She got
on the bed, opened her legs and shoved me headfirst into her vagina, stroking me
in and out as she let out moans, masturbating by using me as sort of a dildo –
a very, tiny dido.
I couldn’t lie. This was turning me on, as well. I had
always imagined by BBW aunt as a giantess, and it was pretty hot when she squished
me with her thighs. Being inside her vagina, crushed by her walls, was too much
for me to handle right now, however. I was being covered in vaginal juices and couldn’t
see anything. I also felt her vagina contract, crushing my torso and making it
harder and harder to breathe.
My aunt let out several big moans before she reached
her climax. She exploded with cum but kept her fingers on me so I stayed in her
vagina as she came all over me. Once she was done coming, she pulled me out and
placed me on her belly, which was now going up and down as she breathed heavily
after coming.
“Oh my God. That felt so fucking good,” she said. As
she breathed and her belly went up and down, I began to slide until my legs
fell into her bellybutton. My aunt must’ve felt me in there because she pulled
me out. Where she placed me next wasn’t as pleasant.
She began to rub in her forest of pubic hair, still
breathing heavily. Eventually, I became entangled, my torso completed wrapped around
a bunch of the vaginal hair.
“You like it down there?” my aunt asked. “I think I’m
going to keep you down there for a while.” My aunt got up five minutes later
and began walking around naked, me not moving at all as I was stuck in her forest
of pubic hair. It was as if I was a Joey to her kangaroo.
What my aunt had failed to tell me was that she was on
a week-long vacation. She spent the next seven days torturing me, mainly
keeping me in her pubic hair, but also lowering me down to her vagina when she
went to pee so she would pee on me and wipe her vagina with me, sat and farted
on me constantly and even went to “take a dump” as she called it with me stuck
to her naked butt.
On the final day, she told me how much fun she’d had
with me during the last week, but it was time for the fun to come to an end.
“I’ve been waiting for this all week,” she said to me.
She then went into her pantry and pulled out a jar of onion dip. I remembered
then that she had told me that she had eaten my uncle and cousins by dipping
them in onion dip and eating them with chips.
She was going to eat me
“NO! AUNT BRANDY, PLEASE DON’T EAT ME!” I cried. She
didn’t even respond as she dropped me into the onion dip. I felt as if I was in
Honey, We Shrunk Ourselves now. She then brought her bag of chips and the dip
into the living room and sat on the couch. She began dipping her chips in the
dip and eating them. It was as if she had forgotten that I was in there and she
was planning on eating me.
It wasn’t until she finally scooped me up with a chip
and saw me on it that she remembered.
“Oh, my God! Stephen! What are you doing in my dip and
on my chip? Did you do this? Do you want to be eaten by your big aunt?” she was
toying with me now, that much I knew. “You do look delicious…” she licked her
lips and let out an open-mouthed seductive laugh. She kept her mouth open as
she brought the chip – and me – towards it.
“Aunt Brandy! Please! I love you! Don’t eat me!” I cried
out again. It didn’t matter, though. She put the chip in her mouth, closed her
mouth, chewed and then swallowed.
“I love you, too, Stephen,” she said, rubbing and
patting her naked belly as she felt me fall into her stomach.