The
six-inch heel jutted like a spike, and ripped through the air like
the bowsprit of a dark, vicious ship. It landed before Jacob in slow
motion, shaking the ground with its almighty tok! He snapped
his head upward, for he knew what came next. The worn ridges of the
shoe's sole dropped atop him like he was any common piece of dirt.
Grains of sand he could hold in his palm were forced into his body as
the weight above increased. The scent of grimy rubber filled his
nostrils, and his body was shoved into the discarded underwear until
his the floor stopped his descent. The weight on him increased to
unimaginable levels, so omnipresent that it was more like being
submerged in a mile-deep pool. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He
couldn't even think.
And
then it was over. Far over his head, her juicy ass quivered with the
next in her line of steps. It had taken a little over a second for
his stepmother to fulfill her title literally. The answer to how he
survived was the same as to how he'd been shrunk in the first place:
no idea.
Jacob
groaned. His body ached with a soreness unlike any he'd ever
experienced, but the real pain came from within. She'd stepped on
him! Like a piece of chewed gum or an insignificant coin, she'd
stepped right on top of him without even knowing!
“But
it's not her fault... I'm just so damn small...” he reasoned. “I
just have to get her attention.” He shakily climbed to his feet and
looked up to a sky filled with her. She was like a mountain
looming over the world below; her head may as well have breached the
clouds. Her skirt, while simply short before, did absolutely nothing
at this angle. Were it not for her enormous thighs, Jacob would be
able to see whether or not the panties she wore were similar to the
ones he was standing on. Regardless, she'd turned around and was
facing him, but her attention was glued to her phone.
“Hey!
Hey! Down here!” Jacob waved his arms and jumped as much as his
aching frame would let him. He screamed, desperate to get her
attention, and cried out in elation when she looked up from her phone
with a furrowed brow. However, she never looked down. Her eyes darted
back to her phone. And then, she started pacing.
Her
footsteps shook the world like crashing meteors. Jacob could barely
stand. Every merciless stab of the heels seemed to get closer and
closer as his stepmother meandered in circles above him. He had to
get away. Half running and half crawling, he made his escape in the
only place he could think to- under her bed. He was close now, almost
there... Thoom! The heel landed on his right, the sole on his
left, and the blood-red arch curved overhead. The impact tossed him,
luckily, the last bit of distance to safety. Climbing to his feet and
looking back, he saw the discarded panties he'd encountered once
again mashed beneath the uncaring shoe of his stepmother.
After
a moment, he heard her sigh. “Ugh, finally!” she said. “Not
only did I have to work on a weekend, but they text me before I can
even sit down.” As if to emphasize the point, the springs above
Jacob's head creaked and moaned as they warped beneath her weight. He
watched those devilish heels clatter to the ground and be kicked
away. Her nylons were peeled away and thrown. Then came her jacket,
and her blouse, and her bra, all tossed into the floor around her
bare feet. An errant sleeve fell too close for Jacob's comfort. On
instinct, he dashed to a nearby object for a place to hide. The
little man took refuge behind the cylinder, but unfortunately, he
didn't find out that the surface was sticky until he was already
stuck. While the giant woman stood and shimmied off her skirt and
panties, the little man struggled to unstick himself from whatever
the large, pink object was. He was almost free of it, carefully
peeling his skin from its surface, when the cylinder was plucked from
under the bed.
Rocketed
into the air at unbelievable speed, Jacob's stomach entered his
mouth. From where he was stuck, he couldn't see his stepmom's face.
Instead, his vision was filled with her plump lips, glistening from
the gloss she'd worn to work. His heart leapt when the twin pillows
pursed. She'd seen him! She was about to kiss him, and then end this
nightmare he found himself in! But then, like a blast from a shotgun,
a high-pressure spray of saliva struck him in the face. Again, again,
again she spit, rotating the object he was stuck to so that thick
globs of the fluid converged and rolled down its length. When she was
apparently satisfied, Jacob heard the bed creak again. The world was
a blur as he was moved and turned, until finally he noticed the giant
woman's thighs on either side of him. The object inched toward their
intersection. He gasped when he saw the yearning maw ready to swallow
him up.
“I'm
so glad that little boy's not home. I really needed this.” Did she
mean him? He was a grown man! But, there was no one else she could be
talking about.
Either
way, he had no time to dwell on that. Her fingers worked her clit
while Jacob was brought closer to her dripping labia. She was wasting
no time. As the elastic lips greedily passed over the tiny man and
sucked up the dildo he was attached to, the woman let out long, deep
moan of pleasure. His breath came in short gasps- the tight cave
squeezed him against the hard rubber as he was shoved further and
further inside her, the tunnel making way for him as he was pushed in
to depths unimaginable. Then, the push became a pull, and he was
smeared along the drooling walls in the reverse direction. The sticky
coating peeled from his skin, like a bandage being pulled away
slowly. The pushing came again, then the pulling, then the pushing
again, until he was being shoved back and forth at ridiculous speeds.
Every time the direction shifted, the bonds holding him in place
weakened. Finally, at the cusp of an inward thrust, the dildo
released him completely. He landed on the bottom of the monstrous
cavern, gasping for breath. For a moment, Jacob rejoiced... until the
enormous toy came back. It ran over him, smothering him against the
interior of his stepmother's sex, and all the while her purrs and
moans reverberated everything. Then, everything constricted. He was
mashed between the dildo and the woman's powerful muscles. Fluids
drained around him. After a moment, the hard rod retreated. It left
the tunnel entirely, leaving Jacob caught on the muscles at the
opening. They slowly constricted until all light was cut off and he
was sealed within his stepmother's dripping womanhood.
He
heard her phone ring, the sound muffled by the tons of flesh between
him and the source.
“Hello?”
She answered. “Oh, hey girl!” It was one of her friends. Jacob
felt free to ignore the conversation and think about his own
situation.
In
some ways, he'd had a wish granted. He'd always wanted to get inside
his stepmother, and now he was. Only, he was trapped. He tried to
move toward the exit, but the tight, wet confines resisted all his
attempts at movement. The only thing he accomplished was a stifled
purr and a shift in pelvis from his giant parent. Another attempt to
move brought down a set of powerful muscles to quell whatever tingle
he was causing.
“Oh,
Jacob's fine.” Hearing his name in the conversation above piqued
his attention. “Yeah...” she continued. “No, he's still single.
Still living here... I know, he's a handsome boy... Well, I think he
has a crush- on me! Yeah... I feel sorry for him. Try to give him a
show when I can, and tease him a little... I don't know. It might be
bad, but I do feel sorry for him. He's just... kind of... pathetic.
He's always moping around here since he lost his job. I think I'm the
only woman he's seen in weeks! Anyway, he's out tonight. And I just
got a text from him. No, not Jacob! Him! Alright, talk
to you later, goodbye!”
As
she hung up the phone, Jacob felt warm- warmer than just the heat of
the flesh around him. Despite the harsher side of her words, he
wondered if maybe he had a chance with her after all! That is,
assuming he could escape her pussy. What he couldn't shake however,
was the sense of foreboding he'd gotten in the last bit of the
message.
When
his stepmother had said, “him,” Jacob could've sworn he
felt the muscles around him quiver, and even more fluid begin to
flow.