Kyle awoke with a frantic start. Something was immediately off… shit.

“I’ve shrunken again. Goddamnit!” Kyle groaned, looking around and wondering where exactly he’d shrunken. Passing out every time this happened was a terrible match.

“Where am I…” he wondered, recognizing an unfamiliar place. It was… girly. Not pink and prim, but rather neat, with well-placed decorations adorning the room. The furniture matched, and it smelled floral. Wherever Kyle was, it wasn’t somewhere he knew.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. Kyle had suffered through ARSD long enough to know someone was coming. 

“Gotta hide!” Kyle called out, looking for a place to ensure his safety. Unfortunately for him, he was in the middle of a knee-deep rug, and there was no chance at escape before the incoming giant had already made it on top of him.

Kyle threw himself on to his back, looking up at the source of the overcasting shadow now encompassing his surroundings. His heart dropped.

“Cy… Cynthia?” he sputtered. This was impossible. He hadn’t seen Cynthia since high-school!

The blonde queen-bee smiled wide, looking down at the tiny boy with greed in her eyes. Her locks hung down over her pretty face, breaking up the canvas of perfect skin and hanging over her blue-pools of light.

Before he could suspend his disbelief, another figure came out from behind Cynthia.

And another.

And another.

And another.

“No… no not you guys!” he yelled, looking up at the group of girls who caused him perhaps the most trauma he’d ever experienced; Cynthia, Sydney, Kayla and Victoria. All smiling down at him with that same expression they had when they tormented him all those years ago at the amusement park; hunger.

“NO!” Kyle screamed, hearing their monstrous giggles as they all leaned down, reaching their hands towards him ready to collect their prize. He shielded his face, and could do nothing but await their clammy grips…

-

“FUCK!” Kyle screamed, waking up with the same frantic start he experienced minutes prior.

“Wha…” he muttered, disoriented and looking around. Everything was normal, and he was in his room, just as things should’ve been. Damn, it was just another nightmare.

“Woah. You okay?” a voice called out from the doorway, staring at Kyle with concern.

“Yeah Luke, I’m fine. Just… another nightmare.” Kyle panted.

“You get those a lot. You sure you don’t want the number for my therapist?” Luke offered, seeing his friend clearly suffering.

“No, they don’t usually understand ARSD. What’s the point in going to a therapist that has no idea what it’s like to be an inch tall?” Kyle retorted, sweat dripping down his forehead as he sat up in bed.

“I guess I get you. But seriously dude, somethings got to give. You can’t keep living like this. Talk to me if you need to. I’m always here.” Luke finalized, before walking off to go continue his morning routine.

Kyle sighed, acknowledging his morning was ruined and accepting it.

He never told Luke about what happened that day. He figured it was for the best, as he couldn’t imagine what he would’ve done to the girls if the extent of their cruelty was made apparent.

He pulled himself out of bed, staring in his mirror. The person he saw had changed drastically since then, but deep down he knew he hadn’t changed in the slightest due to the trauma from that event. College life had been a welcome change of pace; getting a place to live with Luke meant he had someone there during his episodes, and he got to slum it up with his best friend.

Honestly, college was going great for him. He had a lot of friends, people were a lot more understanding of his condition, and he was doing great in his classes. But still, no matter how much he tried to move on, memories of Cynthia and the girls stayed present and in the forefront.

Despite wanting to just curl in bed and cope, Kyle knew that wasn’t going to get him anywhere. If he did that after every traumatic event that had occurred to him after acquiring ARSD, he wouldn’t ever leave his bed.

It was time to go to class, and sitting around wallowing wasn’t going to get him there. As he got dressed and threw his bag on, he hummed his favorite tune of the moment, doing everything he could to change the morning to a positive note. He slung his bag over his shoulder, and left the room, heading out in to the main hallway.

“Yo, wait up dude.” Luke asked, stopping Kyle in his tracks.

“What’s up?” Kyle responded, looking curiously at his friend.

“So… you know how I’ve been seeing that girl recently?” Luke explained.

Luke mentioned that he was going out with this cute little blonde last month, something that greatly surprised Kyle. Luke wasn’t a ladies man, so him pulling someone the way he described was shocking; not that he was ugly, far from it in fact. He was just helpless with women.

“Yeah, the cheerleader.” Kyle answered.

“Right. Well, her and her friends invited me, and a few of my friends out to go to some bars tonight. I want you to come with me. Maybe you could get lucky with one of em’?” Luke smiled, playfully elbowing Kyle.

“I don’t know man, drinking can be a trigger…” Kyle nervously hesitated. It was true. He cringed hard every time he thought of his first frat party.

“I know, I know. You don’t even have to drink. We’re going to pregame at their place, then we’ll head out. If you’re in, we can walk together after your classes finish. Just let me know before then, kay?” Luke offered, resting his hand on Kyle’s shoulder, then walking away back to the kitchen.

Kyle thought to himself. It was tempting, he hadn’t let loose at a party in quite some time. But crowded, busy environments were high-risk for ARSD, even if he was super-resistant to damage, plenty of other terrible things could happen besides getting stomped on.

Luke’s mention of potentially hooking up with one of the girls was another point of intrigue. Did they know about his ARSD? Because worst of all, sex was an extreme trigger of ARSD. Not many girls are okay with tiny dicks, let alone when the person themselves was smaller than their clit.

Kyle sighed. Thinking about this wasn’t helping his mood. Class was about to start, he needed to make headway now. He shook his head, saving the thought for later, then went off to class, saying bye to Luke as he shut the door behind him…

-

Kyle sat in his class with a busy head. The mathematical equations on the board were second-place to the internal storm raging in his mind, all centered around the nightmare in the morning and the offer from Luke.

Thankfully, nothing had happened since the day at the amusement park; not to say he hadn’t shrunken, but being manhandled by giant girls was a one-and-done deal, and Kyle was more than thankful. He’d been asked by drunk girls in the past, “Have you ever been in a pussy?” and he shuddered at the memory, only able to weakly nod and skip the subject.

Such humiliation was foundational for Kyle’s distrust in people, and he didn’t intend on putting that guard down anytime soon. But Luke’s offer was enticing. It was finals season, and he was beyond stressed. Perhaps getting loose with some alcohol and being at least around some cute girls would be a good break…

-

The rest of the day continued normally, with Kyle relaxing as his final throwaway class came to an end. He joined the groups filtering out of the classroom, eventually making it out into the courtyard.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he received a call from Luke.

“Hey dude, sorry, I think I remembered correctly that your Sociology class ends a little before now. Did I call at a bad time?” Luke answered, ever polite.

“Nah, it’s over now, I’m in the courtyard. What’s up?” Kyle responded.

“Oh, word! I’m in the courtyard too, I think I see you. Hold up!” Luke laughed, hanging up on Kyle.

Kyle looked around, and his eyes settled on his friend, walking towards him.

“Sup, weird timing.” Luke said, wrapping his arm around Kyle.

“Yeah, weird.” Kyle replied, as the two began to walk.

“So, the pregame… you in?” Luke asked, persistent in his approach.

“Uh… I don’t know dude. I’m just… worried about shrinking again.” Kyle admitted, nervously fidgeting.

“I’ll be there the whole time dude. If you shrink I’ll be on top of it before you blink, I promise.” Luke assured. Kyle couldn’t help but laugh. He heard that before.

“I guess, but…” Kyle began, before being cut off by Luke.

“C’mon dude, you only live once. Let’s have some fun tonight!” Luke pressured, smiling widely at his friend as he contemplated the offer.

“...Fine.” Kyle answered, getting an elated cheer from Luke.

“That’s what I like to hear!” he laughed, patting his friend on the back.

“Well, do you need anything from the house, cause if not her place isn’t far from here.” Luke followed up, inquiring to be safe.

“Nah, I’m all set, as long as I can leave my backpack with them.” Kyle answered.

“Yeah, she’s chill with it, I already checked since I’ve got mine too. Let’s head out then!” Luke announced, pulling Kyle along towards his girlfriend's place...

Finally, Kyle and Luke found themselves in front of a pristine looking white-and-black house, with an intimidating large glass door. Kyle could just vaguely make out a person inside walking towards the door, then opening it. Kyle’s heart dropped out of his chest.

“Hey babe!” Luke smiled, going up to greet his girlfriend with a hug, but noticing she too was stone-faced, whiter than usual as she stared at Kyle.

“Ah. I figured this would happen. Look, high school was high school, right guys?” Luke nervously explained, not seeing the two lose their locked gaze.

Kyle was sweating bullets immediately. This couldn’t be… the little blonde cheerleader was… Cynthia?!

“Oh… sorry. Hi Kyle.” Cynthia smiled, expertly regaining her composure and reaching a hand out towards Kyle.

Kyle couldn’t move. He was paralyzed, staring at Cynthia like he’d seen the boogeyman. Her outstretched hand might as well have been a knife.

Her appearance hasn't changed much, rather, she’d clearly grown into a refined young woman. Her blonde hair was now a brilliant platinum, contrasting her ocean blue eyes as they shone brightly in the sunlight. 

Her makeup was minimal, all she needed to outdo most of the girls in her year with her natural beauty. Her cheeks and lips had a rosy hue, and her eyes were surrounded by a refined, smokey eyeshadow, as well as flowing lashes.

She was wearing a white shirt, with a light-blue denim overshirt that descended into a pair of black-wash jeans, leading down into a pair of expensive looking black peep-toe heels, showing off a perfect pedicure. Her doe eyes looked at Kyle with a sense of remorse, something he knew there had to be more to…

“Sorry, one sec…” Luke muttered, pulling Kyle to the side for a moment.

“Are you good dude? I get it, I should’ve told you, but… she’s different now. She’s sweet, she wouldn’t dare hurt you in any way.” Luke assured, trying to get his friend to snap out of his trance.

Kyle shook himself, trying to stay out of his head. “Dude, you know how much she bullied me? And you! You can’t have forgotten that!” he argued, just barely within earshot of Cynthia, who was awkwardly standing in her doorway.

“I know, I know, but I’m telling you, she’s not that girl anymore. She’s an angel now, the nicest person I’ve ever met.” Luke pleaded, seeing his friend shoot an angered glance at Cynthia.

“I hardly believe that. I can’t do this dude…” Kyle started to pant, his breath growing ragged as his body engaged in a trauma response.

Suddenly, a hand touched his back.

“Kyle… I know I was mean to you in high-school. I’m… sorry. Really sorry… I was a dumb kid who thought I was better than everyone else. I’m not, please, let me show you how I’ve changed…” Cynthia asked with sincerity, stealing Kyle’s gaze.

“You put me up your butt!” Kyle thought to himself, remembering his suffocating time within the blonde’s tight hole. He couldn’t begin to find the words. How would Luke feel if he knew he’d been literally inside of his girlfriend?

“What’s going on out here?” another voice called. Kyle looked to see the source, and his heart sank further.

Sydney, and walking behind her were the two remaining women he wanted to see least. Victoria and Kayla. But there was one more with them, who he didn’t recognize.

“Oh, it’s Kyle!” Victoria shouted with happiness.

“Sup’ Kyle, long time no see!” Sydney smiled, getting a nod from Kayla.

“Is he okay?” Kayla asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

“Oh no, is he having an episode?” Victoria gasped, covering her mouth.

Kyle’s mind raced with a flurry of emotions as he was surrounded by the four living triggers most equipped to render him towards a panic attack. The memories of being tortured by each of these girls were flooding back, each of their unique punishments as clear as day in his mind. It made it so much worse that they looked as if they were completely innocent, and the new girl was staring at him with utmost confusion.

Luke stepped forward, mediating between the group.

“Alright, there’s obviously some tension here. Kyle, I vouch for these girls. They really have changed so much. Right, girls?” Luke pushed, turning towards the girls.

“Kyle… I’m so sorry for how we treated you. None of us feel good about it, and we want to show you that we aren’t those girls any more. We’re genuinely all really remorseful…” Cynthia explained, turning to her fellow girls.

“Yeah, sorry Kyle.” Sydney lazily responded, ever the mellow skater-type.

“I’m sooo sorry Kyle. You didn’t deserve what we did…” Victoria added, leaning forward in a cutesy pose, letting her developed chest hang in front of her.

“Yeah Kyle, I feel terrible for how we treated you.” Kayla finalized, leaning against the doorframe.

Kyle listened to all their answers, deeply considering each one. Had these girls really changed? Kyle looked down to Sydney’s feet, still wearing those same Vans he found himself trapped in, begging for air and fighting the crushing weight of her steps. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like now with all these extra years of wear.

He then shifted his gaze to Kayla’s chest. Her hefty bosom was bigger than he remembered. It was like it was yesterday when he was wedged between her mammaries, gasping for air.

He then looked at Cynthia’s lower half. Just past her navel, he was buried deep into her plumbing, like a living butt-plug.

And Victoria. The worst of all. Her pretty mouth smiled at him, as if she didn’t use him as a sex-toy and plunged him into her used-up, cum-coated maw afterwards.

All of these girls had committed grave sins against Kyle. Was he really going to let that slide? He could tell Luke right now and end their relationship for good… so why hadn’t he?

Kyle turned to Luke, who was looking at him with pleading eyes. Fuck. He couldn’t let him down.

“I… I forgive you…” Kyle relented, clenching his fists as the words escaped his mouth.

“There ya go! Alright guys, let’s head inside…” Luke urged, trying to break the tension as the group moved inside, leaving Kyle at the doorstep.

“Alright, here goes…” he sighed, stepping into the house behind them and joining them…

“Here Kyle.” Sydney said, passing Kyle a drink. Kyle couldn’t help but stare at her feet. Those same checkerboard Vans, still somehow holding together by a thread after all these years. The white had long turned yellow, with splotches and stains adorning the material in all parts.

Her ginger-hair was as vibrant as ever, curling elegantly around her sharp features. Her green eyes looked at Kyle with their usual judgmental expression, surrounded by an array of refined freckles. 

Her skin was still remarkably pale, almost contesting Victoria’s, but having more of a rosy tone than Victoria’s ivory color. She opted to maintain a minimal effort look, only wearing eyeliner with a slight wing.

Her outfit was reminiscent of her style from high-school, unsurprising from the rebellious tomboy: a band-tee, with tight-fitting black shorts, and finalized by her Vans, no visible sign of socks peeking out from the rim.

“You good, dude?” she scoffed, causing Kyle to jump in panic as he realized he was staring.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Just… in my head…” he stammered, taking the drink and thanking her. She simply rolled her eyes, and left. At the very least, her level of low remorse was visible. Refreshing, in the face of being surrounded by potential fakers.

“Hi Kyle!” Victoria chirped, nearly making Kyle spill his drink in surprise.

“Victoria… hi…” he awkwardly responded, staring at the woman before him. She was… still visibly slutty, and now was sporting several tattoos across her body, all the way down to a butterfly above her chest.

She wore a flowy black dress that was hugging her body, the side splitting into two and revealing her milky white legs leading down to a pair of expensive looking black stilettos. 

Her black hair was still dark as the night sky, matching with her smokey cat-eye makeup decorating her hazel eyes, and giving great contrast to her face’s centerpiece, her lips, painted with deep red lipstick.

“How’s life been?” she asked, stepping closer to Kyle until her chest was pressed against him.

“Um… good… you?” Kyle stuttered, trying to pull away but unable to escape her proximity.

“Good! I’m in nursing! I love helping people, so I figured it was my calling. What about you, what’s your major?” she inquired, swaying back and forth as her cleavage threatened to eat Kyle’s arm.

“Computer Science…” he answered, getting a giggle out of Victoria.

“Figures, you were always nerdy. But… It's cute. You’re cute…” Victoria continued to giggle.

Kyle was flustered, unable to think of a response. Suddenly, Victoria pulled away, her face covered in surprise.

“Hey!” she shouted, before Kyle realized what had happened.

“Get your tits off of him, you’re gonna make him shrink…” Kayla grumbled, yanking Victoria away from Kyle. She looked back at him longingly with a saddened face, then grumpily left.

“Hey, glad to see you’re doing good, Sorry about Victoria, she still…. fucks anything that moves....” Kayla said with tired disdain, before walking off too.

Kyle didn’t get much time to evaluate her looks before she turned around, but as usual with Kayla, her most prominent features were her exaggerated curves, shown off by a skin-tight white off-shoulder top and a pair of blue jeans, ending in a pair of strappy sandals with a high heel.

Though she had put on some weight since Kyle last saw her, it only enhanced her feminine curves rather than detracting from her beauty. Her hourglass figure was emphasized by the way her clothes clung to her body, accentuating her hips and ample bosom. The light-blue denim jeans she wore struggled to contain her generous rear, its momentum swinging it back and forth in a hypnotic motion as she distanced herself from Kyle.

Then the new girl made an appearance. 

She walked up to Kyle, a light smile on her black-lips. She had split-dyed hair, one side red, one side black. 

She also had a septum-piercing, like Victoria, and unlike Victoria, black-gauges in each earlobe. 

Her style was clearly alternative, as she was wearing black ankle boots instead of the more classically feminine shoes of the other girls, barring Sydney of course. They extended up into a pair of dark nylons, leading towards a black leather skirt that was finalized in a long sleeve black top, resting just below a studded black choker. Evidently, she liked black.

“Hi, I’m Heather. I heard you have that shrinking condition… what is it called… ASD? No, that doesn’t make sense, that’s autism…” Heather pondered, touching a finger, decorated with a sharp black nail, to her lip as she looked to the ceiling in thought.

“Yeah, it's a little confusing, It's called ARSD. Thank the stupid person who came up with that acronym.” Kyle laughed. Getting a chuckle from her too. This girl seemed different. It wasn't clear if that was a good thing yet.

“Oh. Well, that must be tough, how often does that happen?” she inquired, getting closer to Kyle, not as bluntly as Victoria, but still stepping into his personal space.

“Uh, well, it used to happen all the time, but as I’ve gotten older, I’m better at avoiding triggers, so not as often.” Kyle responded.

“Hm. Interesting… Well, I’ll be seeing you, Kyle…” she smiled, walking off with swaying hips, drawing Kyle’s attention with ease.

“Huh.” Kyle muttered. She only seemed interested in discussing his shrinking capabilities. Unfortunately, that wasn’t uncommon for the people who sought Kyle out in conversation.

He thought for a moment, but decided it wasn't worth the effort, and tossed it to the side…

“

Kyle sighed. This was going better than he’d expected, but it was still a disaster, because his shrinking condition had already made its way into the conversation. Just another oddity in the crowd. He needed to find Luke and get some guidance on the situation. Just before he was about to go find him, Luke came to Kyle.

“So… how’s it hanging? Making friends?” Luke asked hopefully.

“Somewhat. It’s hella awkward, dude.” Kyle responded, not pulling his words.

“Yeah, it’ll be like that for a bit. Just throw a few back, you’ll lose your nerves…” Luke laughed.

The two clinked their glasses together, then chugged their drinks.

Just as they finished them, the door opened once more.

"Hey!" a group of voices called out from the front. Luke's friends had arrived, bringing a lively energy with them. Kyle recognized a few faces from previous encounters, and they greeted him warmly.

Luke leaned in and whispered to Kyle, "See? It's not so bad, right? Just enjoy the night and have fun."

The guys started to mingle with the girls, and with that, night had begun…

-

As the pregame continued, more drinks were poured, and inhibitions loosened. The living room transformed into a lively space filled with music, laughter, and friendly vibes. Kyle was happy, something that was rare to come by nowadays. He sat and watched as the girls danced, and the guys had stupid conversations about whatever was on their mind.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to give the girls a second chance…

“Alright guys, I think it’s time to head out!” Luke called out, getting a cheer from the group.

Kyle began to get up, but suddenly felt… off. He knew what this was…

“Luke!” Kyle called out, causing his friend to turn with concern as Kyle fell to the ground.

“Aw, shit!” Luke groaned, realizing what was happening.

“Hold tight buddy!” he continued, trying to get Kyle onto his back.

“Here, let me help!” Cynthia offered, leaning down next to Kyle and helping to support his head.

Kyle felt dizzy, unable to tell which way was up. All he could see was the worried expressions of Luke and Cynthia, as he began to lose consciousness. There wasn’t even a point in fighting it. He knew, the next time he woke up, he’d be shrunken down. The question was, by how much…

Kyle slowly regained consciousness, his vision blurry as he blinked his eyes open. As his surroundings came into focus, he realized that he was indeed shrunken down. Panic began to rise within him, but he tried to steady his breathing and assess the situation.

Looking around, he saw the concerned faces of Luke, Cynthia, Sydney, Kayla, Victoria and Heather peering down at him. They had gathered around him, forming a protective circle.

"Kyle, are you alright?" Luke asked, his voice filled with worry.

Kyle nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm... okay. Just... shrunk again." He tried to keep his composure, despite the overwhelming anxiety.

“I knew this would happen.” Sydney grumbled, tapping her feet impatiently, having no regard for the fact it was making the ground unstable for Kyle.

"Sydney, if you aren't gonna help then find somewhere else to be. This isn't a game." Cynthia scolded, kneeling down to better view Kyle.

"He's always so cute when he's like this. Like a little ken doll, but like, way smaller…" Victoria giggled, clearly already a little tipsy.

"Alright, knock it off, you two. This is serious…" Luke sighed, looking down at his tiny friend

Suddenly, a hand appeared next to Kyle, laid out for him to step onto. But it wasn't Luke's.

"Here, Kyle. I won't bite, I figure this'll help you talk to us." Cynthia offered, smiling sweetly at Kyle.

Kyle hesitated for a moment, before letting out a sigh of his own, a sign of his reluctant submission to Cynthia's pleading eyes. If he was going to trust her, then this was the time to show it.

He stepped onto her hand gently, feeling the impeccably soft skin fold under his steps. He made it to her palm, then she lifted her hand up, allowing him to clearly see those surrounding him.

"Can I hold him?" Victoria asked as she stepped towards Kyle, before getting smacked up the side of her head by Kayla.

"Idiot. He's not a toy." she growled.

"Ow…" Victoria whimpered, backing down.

The group sat in silence for a moment, before Kyle finally broke it.

"Alright, I don't want this to ruin your night. I'll have Luke take me home and rejoin you guys after. Simple as that." he sighed, acknowledging his night was over.

"Woah, hold on buddy, this doesn't have to be it. You can still tag along! I'm sure there's plenty of babes who'd be all over you like this!" Luke joked, trying to lighten the tense mood.

"Yeah, yeah. It's for the best, I don't want you to have to watch over me all night." Kyle responded, getting a saddened look from Luke.

"Wait. Why doesn't Kyle just spend the night with us? We can stay back and watch over him while you guys all head out. We can make our own fun night here!" Cynthia offered.

"Are you sure, babe?" Luke said with a raised brow.

"Yeah! Obviously we'll keep Victoria away from him since she can't seem to keep her hands off, but other than that I'm sure we can show Kyle a great time! C'mon Luke, this works out great, everyone has a good time!" Cynthia furthered her point, causing Luke to look around the room. 

Obviously the guys were nodding for him to take the deal, and the girls clearly did whatever Cynthia ordered, even if Sydney looked over the whole thing.

"I don't know…" he mumbled, looking to Kyle for his opinion.

Kyle too was lost in thought. The last time he was alone with these girls he'd been swapped around in more grotesque places than he could count, but for all intents and purposes, it really did seem like they'd all changed for the better.

He looked to Luke. His best friend had been there for him more than he could ever ask for growing up, and sacrificed a lot to make sure that was the case. He could give him the night.

"Sure. Cynthia's idea sounds good." Kyle smiled, barely visible to the giants surrounding him, but audible in his tone.

"Alright, if you insist buddy." Luke sighed.

"Babe, watch over Kyle. If anything happens, I mean literally anything, you call me and I'll be right back." he continued, directing his attention to Cynthia.

"I will. Trust me, Kyle is gonna have a great time with us, nothing bad will happen. I love you." Cynthia responded, giving Luke a peck on the cheek.

"Alright, you sure you're gonna be okay?" Luke asked Kyle once more.

"Yup, you go have fun. We'll figure out stuff to do here, even if I'm… tiny." Kyle laughed. Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad.

Luke smiled, before turning towards the guys.

"Alright, let's get going while we're still buzzed!" he cheered, getting the same response from them, as they started to filter out of the house. Luke turned towards Kyle one more time, mouthing "thank you" before following suit. Eventually, the door closed, and Kyle was alone with the girls…

-

Kyle sat in Cynthia's palm, looking up at the giantess with curiosity.

She looked back sweetly, before walking over to where the girls were standing, holding Kyle up in the middle.

"Alright girls, what should we do to pass the time?" she asked, trying to gauge their interest.

"Can I hold him now?" Victoria asked, her tone childish and impatient.

"Are you gonna drop him down your underwear again?" Sydney asked with suspicion.

"Huh?" Heather called out with surprise.

"Shit." Sydney grumbled, covering her mouth.

"What are you talking about?" Heather continued, the cat out of the bag.

"No! I just wanna hold him, I swear…" Victoria replied, hurt by the accusation.

"Yo, hey, can we talk about what she just said?" Heather asked, baffled by the ignorance of the statements nature.

Cynthia sighed, before touching her forehead with a pained expression as she processed the situation.

"Ugh. Might as well tell her, right Kyle?" Cynthia stated, looking to Kyle for approval. He shrugged, which was good enough for her.

"Basically, we were all really mean in high school. Like, mean-mean. We did some things to Kyle when he was tiny that we all really regret." she explained.

"...like putting him in your underwear?" Heather asked, looking at Kyle, who looked away blushing.

"That was just Victoria." Cynthia responded.

"Hey! You put him up your butt!" Victoria argued, getting an angered glance from Cynthia.

"And I'm sorry about it!" she yelled, making the tone in the room far more serious.

"You… did that?" Heather gasped, covering her mouth in surprise.

"...Yes. I don't feel good about it, obviously." Cynthia sighed, looking to Heather with genuine remorse in her eyes.

"And you two… what did you do?" Heather asked.

"Put him in my shoe." Sydney shrugged.

"That's actually way worse than it sounds, Sydney's feet fucking reek." Cynthia laughed, getting an agitated look from Sydney.

"And I put him, y'know. In here." Kayla said, vaguely gesturing to her rack.

"Wow. And you forgave them for that? That's… big, of you." Heather nervously praised.

Kyle nodded.

"This is a weird question but… can I… hold you?" Heather asked, her eyes looking at Kyle with a certain level of curiosity.

Kyle nodded again.

"Oh why does she get to do it?!" Victoria moaned, throwing a hissy fit as she watched Heather step towards Cynthia's hand. 

She outstretched her own, her immaculate black nails stretching out until her hand laid flat for Kyle to step onto.

Kyle looked back at Cynthia, who smiled with assurance.

He stepped onto Heather's hand, noticing the subtle difference in scents from their lotions.

As he found more of a foothold in Heather's hand, he felt her move it back towards her, bringing him close to her chest, so close he could hear her slightly fastened heartbeat.

"Wow…" she breathed, looking down at Kyle with wonder.

"Alright, can we stop looking at the freak-show and keep pouring drinks, I'm getting bored." Sydney groaned, before stepping away to the kitchen.

"Sydney's kinda right, just because the guys are going out doesn't mean we can't have some fun. Right Kyle?" Kayla laughed, looking to Kyle for his go-ahead.

"Sure, let's have some fun." Kyle responded, getting a smile from Kayla, before she followed Sydney.

"I'll hold onto him for now if he's okay with it. This is wild… " Heather remarked, getting Cynthia's approval.

The group followed Sydney and Kayla into the kitchen, where they began to discuss the plans for the night…

The group gathered in the kitchen, the air heavy with anticipation and the lingering tension from their earlier revelations. As they settled around the table, Sydney spoke up, her mischievous smile evident.

"Hey, how about we liven things up with some drinking games?" Sydney suggested, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Heather glanced at Sydney, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in her eyes. "Drinking games? I don't know… we need to watch over Kyle…"

"Oh, come on! It'll be fun," Sydney insisted, pouring a round of shots for everyone. "We need to let loose a little, right? And with Kyle here, it's a perfect excuse to make things… interesting."

"What do you mean by that?" Heather asked with concern as she held the tiny man within her outstretched hands.

Cynthia sighed, before beginning to speak. "Nice Sydney, thanks for dropping the mask already. You promised you'd at least try to hide it..." she scolded, her face going slack from the prim and proper smile she had to a noticeable scowl.

"Alright, I'm bored of this. Heather, I'm gonna be honest with you." she continued, getting a worried glance from Kyle.

"We planned this. The whole thing." Cynthia explained, getting a concerned look from Heather.

"You… what?" Heather sputtered, confused

"Yeah. We planned the night with the guys, because my boyfriend preempted it by saying he'd bring his friend along who usually doesn't go out to parties and all that. I'm not stupid, I knew it was Kyle. The real trick was getting him to shrink on demand." Cynthia elaborated, before turning to Sydney.

"Melatonin. Who knew? Turns out it's super good at making these guys go tiny. Saw it online a while ago." Sydney laughed, shaking a bottle of melatonin pills in her hand.

"I gave Kyle a drink with a bunch of these mixed in at the start of the night. He clearly didn't think twice about drinking it." she continued with an evil grin.

"I wanna hold him…" Victoria giggled, before letting out a hiccup.

"And it was all too easy for Cynthia to convince her braindead boyfriend to let her hold on to Kyle. What really surprised me was that Kyle gave the go ahead. After all we did to you, you were really that stupid to let us do it all again?" Kayla laughed.

Kyle was in disbelief. What had he gotten himself into?!

"Hey, he's not braindead. Just a little too trusting, is all. Kyle? Yeah, maybe he's braindead." Cynthia giggled.

"So… you guys did all this just so you could have Kyle all to yourselves again?" Heather asked with shock in her tone.

"Yup. And we want you to join us." Cynthia smiled, putting a hand on Heather's shoulder as she still held the tiny man.

"I mean… I don't know…" Heather nervously answered, being watched by the whole group of girls. More specifically, what was in her hands was being watched.

Kyle looked back at Heather with pleading eyes, which she responded to by glancing away with shame.

"Heather, I've seen your porn." Sydney blurted out with a cackle.

"What?!" Heather blushed, looking at Sydney with fear.

"Yeah. Tiny man crushed by giantess. Giantess eats tiny. Giant girl fucks tiny." Sydney listed.

"Stop! What are you doing looking at my computer?!" Heather yelled, turning red.

"What? I needed to order some shit from Amazon. It's not my fault you left tabs open." Sydney shrugged.

"But why are you using my computer?! You have one!" Heather continued, her exaggerated movements causing Kyle's footing to be unstable.

"That's not what's important, Heather." Cynthia cut in, her hand still on her shoulder.

"You obviously have a fetish or whatever for tiny people. And you can indulge in that, right here, right now. You've got one in your hands. Don't go thinking we didn't notice how you were looking at him after we told you he could shrink." she elaborated, getting a giggle from the other girls.

"Yeah, you were eyeing him down like crazy." Kayla snickered.

"Fine, I get it. But I don't know, it's different when it's a real person." Heather replied, looking back down at Kyle, who's pleading eyes were staring into her soul.

Suddenly, a hand snatched Kyle out of Heather's.

"Hey!" she shouted, looking at Victoria, who had a massive grin.

"Yay!" she cheered, as she held Kyle tight in her clammy grasp.

"Don't go putting him in your panties again, at least not yet…" Kayla warned, holding Victoria's wrist.

"I'm not gonna…" Victoria scoffed, before releasing her hand and exposing Kyle to the air again.

"Guys, this isn't right…" Heather judged, looking at the group of girls before her already hungrily staring at Kyle.

"Heather, I'm giving you a choice. Go up to your room and leave us with Kyle, or be a part of this. We've got at least three hours before the guys get back." Cynthia teased, trying to appeal to Heather's carnal side.

Kyle looked at the alternative girl as she pondered the decision with a pained expression. "Please, save me…" he thought to himself. He knew he was at the mercy of these girls otherwise.

"Fine… but if things get too crazy I'm calling it quits…" Heather relented, garnering a cheer from the other girls.

"That's my girl! You won't regret it…" Cynthia grinned, playfully smacking Heather's rear, which caused her to yelp in surprise.

"So, spin the bottle like we planned?" Sydney stated, after chugging the remaining vodka that was in the bottle straight.

"Jesus Sydney slow down… but yeah, spin the bottle." Cynthia answered.

"Spin the bottle?" Heather asked, looking towards the tiny pleading for her help within Victoria's palm, as the ravenette poked at him with glee.

"Yeah, so basically we're gonna decide who gets first dibs by spinning a bottle. Whoever it lands on gets to decide the punishment. It can be whatever they want, it can involve all of us or just them, and it lasts for thirty minutes each. After each person's turn, they leave the circle. We're all gonna take shots for each spin, to try and keep things interesting. Seems like Sydney and Victoria are already a little wasted though, so I don't know how those two are gonna fare…" Kayla laughed, noticing Victoria swaying in place.

"So you can do… whatever… with him?" Heather inquired.

"Yep. Just make sure you can give him to the next person. Obviously we can't kill him, or my boyfriend would have a lot of questions…" Cynthia sighed. Her tone indicated she didn't really care too much otherwise.

"...Alright, when do we start?" Heather smiled, easing in to the girls attitude.

"Good girl. We can start right now, right ladies?" Cynthia called out, getting a resounding yes from the room.

And with that, the girls moved to the living room with their empty bottle, ready to begin the game…

The girls all sat around the empty vodka bottle, placed in the middle of the living room floor.

"Alright, I'll spin it. Everyone ready?" Cynthia asked, checking around the room to make sure each girl was prepared.

"Victoria!" Cynthia barked, causing Victoria to jump, as she was busy trying to kiss Kyle who was actively dodging each move of her lips.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm ready!" she giggled, Kyle panting in her palm as parts of him were coated red with her lipstick.

"Alright, here goes…" Cynthia mumbled, as she grabbed a hold of the bottle. With a rapid motion, she flung the bottle into a spin.

It spun, spinning continuously, until it landed on…

Sydney.

"Damn, Sydney gets first dibs again?" Kayla moaned.

"Fuck yeah. Oh, you are not ready for what I've prepared, buddy." Sydney laughed, looking menacingly at the tiny in Victoria's palm.

"Shots!" Cynthia called out, and each girl took their shot, some coughing at the intense dryness of the high-proof alcohol.

"Give em' here." Sydney ordered, Victoria reluctantly handing Kyle over to her.

Sydney snatched him up from Victoria, holding him in front of her.

"Remember these shoes? I know you do, I caught you staring earlier. Well, they're even more ripe than they were back in high school. These girls banned me from keeping them on the shoe rack because they smell so bad." Sydney teased, causing Kyle to look down at her checkered vans, which she was currently slipping off.

"There ya go." Sydney sighed, as her shoe popped off with an audible squelch.

"Oh, did I mention I walked all around campus all day in the heat? No? Well, I did. All for you. I hope you're ready…" she grinned, pinching Kyle in her fingertips.

"Alright ladies, here's my punishment for Kyle. You're all going to take your shoes off, and Kyle here is going to be a doll and tongue-clean all of our feet for us, aren't you Kyle?" Sydney teased, mocking Kyle in a pouty voice as she kept him dangling.

"Oh that's mean Sydney!" Cynthia laughed, leaning forward to remove her heels at Sydney's request.

"I'm game." Victoria smirked as she kicked her stilettos off.

"Yeah, sounds good to me." Kayla agreed, unclasping the straps on her sandals and sliding them off.

"I guess…" Heather chimed in, looking down at her boots. "My feet are probably all gross and sweaty though." she continued.

"That's the point!" the girls all said in unison, before laughing at the coincidence.

Heather sighed, and unzipped her boots, prying them off and exposing her nylon covered feet to the fresh air. She hooked her fingers into the hem of her stockings, and began to pull them off, rolling them down to her feet and then removing them, exposing a perfectly taken care of pair of feet with prim black nails.

The girls, all having removed their footwear, put their feet into a circle, while Sydney prepared the timer.

"Oh God Sydney your feet smell awful…." Cynthia groaned.

"They better with how much walking I did for this." Sydney laughed, flexing her feet and wafting the stench into the open room.

"Alright, starting the timer in three, two, one… go!" Cynthia said, pinching her nose.

As soon as she heard go, Sydney dropped Kyle into the moshpit of feet, causing him to land with a thud on the hardwood.

"Ow…" he grumbled, before suddenly feeling the urge to retch.

He looked up at the source.

The stench of Sydney's foul-smelling foot hit him like a wall of putrid air. The mixture of sweat, dirt, and shoe residue assaulted his senses, making him gag and struggle to catch his breath. He looked up at Sydney's foot, noticing the grime and debris stuck to her sole, the cracked skin and unkempt nails adding to the repulsive sight.

Cynthia couldn't help but laugh at Kyle's reaction. "Looks like our little toy isn't too fond of Sydney's foot stink." she teased, watching him squirm in discomfort.

The other girls joined in the amusement, their laughter filling the room as they wiggled their toes, taunting Kyle with their feet. Victoria's feet were glistening with sweat almost as bad as Sydney's, while Kayla's soles were slightly rough and calloused from walking barefoot. Heather's feet, despite her initial hesitation, were surprisingly clean and well-maintained, a stark contrast to the others.

"Come on, Kyle, do your job!" Sydney smirked, wiggling her toes and inching her foot closer to him. The pungent odor grew stronger, filling the air around him.

Reluctantly, Kyle resigned himself to his fate. With a deep breath, he extended his tiny tongue and started licking Sydney's foot, his taste buds immediately assaulted by the combination of sweat and filth. The taste was sour and bitter, the grittiness of the dirt adding an unpleasant texture. Each stroke of his tongue against Sydney's skin only seemed to intensify the disgust within him.

"Between the toes too." she demanded, lowering her toes so that Kyle could reach between them. With Sydney's foot now dominating his senses, Kyle had no choice but to obey her command. The overwhelming stench of her foot assaulted his nostrils, making it difficult to focus. He wanted to throw up as soon as he looked in the crevices, seeing an accumulation of gunk only able to be called the terrible substance known as toejam.

Kyle knew there was no fighting this, and reluctantly stuck his tongue out once more, gliding it along the repulsive build-up. He retched and dry-heaved, but stuck through the task and painfully swallowed down gulp after gulp of the fetid material.

Sydney's smile grew as she reveled in Kyle's compliance. Her laughter echoed through the room as she watched him struggle, taking delight in his revulsion. "That's it, Kyle. Really dig in there. Make sure you don't miss any of that toejam. I want my feet sparkling clean," she taunted.

Kyle continued to work at Sydney's feet, until finally he did what he could, falling back in exhaustion.

"Now hold on Kyle, you still have… twenty-five minutes to go, and my feet need some lovin too!" Cynthia giggled.

Kyle's eyes widened in horror as Cynthia's words registered in his exhausted mind. Twenty-five more minutes of this torture? His body trembled. The thought of enduring each girl's feet for such an extended period was almost unbearable.

Cynthia extended her foot, wiggling her toes enticingly. "Don't worry, Kyle. I'll make sure you get a taste of my feet too. And trust me, they're just as eager for your attention," she teased, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

The other girls eagerly joined in, their feet beckoning him.. Victoria playfully wiggled her sweat-glistened toes, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Kayla raised her calloused soles, an unspoken demand for his tongue. Heather flexed her well-maintained feet, entranced by Kyle's efforts.

He was trapped in a cycle of degradation, a mere plaything for their amusement. The taste of sweat, dirt, and filth lingered on his tongue, the stench of their feet suffocating him. Yet, he had no choice but to comply.

Kyle's body felt heavy, his movements sluggish as he shifted his attention from Sydney's feet to Cynthia's awaiting soles. He could see the anticipation in her eyes.

Cynthia let out a satisfied sigh as Kyle's tongue made contact with her pudgy heel. She wiggled her toes, enjoying the sensation of his obedient service. The taste of sweat mingled with the lingering scent of her favorite lotion, creating a bittersweet combination that coated Kyle's tongue.

She leaned back, relishing the attention and power she held over Kyle. Her laughter filled the room, a mix of sadistic glee, as well as ticklish reaction to the tiny tongue gliding across her sole. She toyed with her hair, before smirking and beginning to speak. "That's it, Kyle," she purred. "Make sure you don't miss a spot. My feet deserve only the best treatment."

Eventually Kyle finished with Cynthia's feet, knowing it wasn't the end just yet; three more pairs awaited him, and next was Victoria's.

As Cynthia's feet were finally relinquished from his attention, Kyle's weary eyes turned towards Victoria. He knew he had no choice but to proceed, his body and mind drained from the relentless task that lay ahead. He braced himself for what awaited him next.

With a wicked smile dancing on her lips, Victoria lifted her foot and lowered it right on top of Kyle. Her dainty sole covered him completely, engulfing him in darkness and suffocating him with its weight. He struggled for air, his tiny body flattened beneath the pressure.

Laughter erupted from the girls as they witnessed Kyle's predicament. The sound echoed through the room, reaching Kyle's ears even under the pile of stifling flesh.

"C'mon Kyle, clean em' up!" Victoria giggled, drunkenly rubbing her foot along Kyle's body, rolling him underneath it against the hardwood floor.

Victoria's laughter reverberated in Kyle's ears. The weight of her foot pressed him further into the floor, his lungs begging for a breath of fresh air. But just as he thought he couldn't bear it any longer, Victoria mercifully lifted her foot, allowing him a momentary reprieve.

He dutifully returned to licking her salty skin, until he could tell Victoria was satisfied, and he could move on to Kayla.

Kyle's tired body moved towards Kayla's feet, his vision now clouded with exhaustion. As he got closer, he couldn't help but notice the state of her soles. They were visibly cracked and calloused, a sign of consistent barefoot walking. But what struck him the most was the dirt that clung to her feet, darkening the natural rosy hue of her skin.

Summoning whatever remained of his determination, Kyle braced himself and extended his tongue towards Kayla's dirty feet. The taste of the accumulated filth hit him with full force, as if he was licking the ground itself. The dirt had mingled with the natural sweat of her feet, creating a nauseating combination that assaulted his senses.

With each stroke of his tongue, Kyle could feel the rough texture of the calloused skin beneath the layer of dirt. He worked tirelessly, trying to dislodge every speck and stain, but it seemed like an endless battle.

"I was walking barefoot in the courtyard earlier, kinda forgot to wash them before the pregame. Sorry Kyle!" Kayla cackled, flexing her feet as Kyle continued his work.

As Kyle continued his task, the other girls watched, their amusement evident in their expressions. They taunted and teased, further fueling the degradation he experienced. Heather's eyes widened with anticipation, knowing that her turn would come soon.

Eventually, Kyle finished with Kayla's feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to rid himself of the lingering taste. Fatigue weighed heavily on him, but there was no time to rest. He glanced towards Heather, whose feet were still awaiting his attention.

Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself mentally for what lay ahead. Heather's feet, unlike the others, seemed to be well-maintained and clean. But Kyle knew better than to assume anything at this point.

He stepped towards Heather's feet, noticing her expression was more of curious anticipation than a mocking stare. Her feet lay in front of Kyle, the final challenge in the gauntlet of appendages to lick clean.

With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, Kyle leaned in and began attending to Heather's clean and well-maintained feet. As his tongue made contact with her soft skin, he felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Unlike the previous girls, Heather's reaction was different.

A low, contented hum escaped Heather's lips as Kyle continued his task. Her initial curiosity had transformed into a genuine enjoyment of the sensation. The touch of his tongue against her feet seemed to evoke a pleasurable response within her.

"That... actually feels really good," Heather mumbled to herself, her voice filled with surprise. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, seemingly lost in the sensation.

"See, now you're getting it." Cynthia chuckled, watching her roommate get lost in the sensation.

With each delicate stroke of Kyle's tongue against her feet, Heather's pleasure grew, her body responding to the unexpected sensations. The heat that had started to pool within her intensified, sending shivers down her spine. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, a telltale sign of the arousal that began to stir within her.

As Kyle diligently attended to every curve and crevice of her feet, Heather's breathing became shallower, her heart beating faster in her chest. She tried her best to suppress the rising desire, not wanting to reveal her secret arousal to the group. 

Finally, Kyle completed his task, withdrawing from Heather's feet. He took a step back, his body trembling with exhaustion as he collapsed to the ground. Heather, too, took a moment to compose herself, her breathing gradually returning to normal as she regained control over her desire.

"Thank you, Kyle," Heather said, her voice slightly shaky.

"And he finished just in time!" Cynthia cheered, stopping her timer with seconds to spare.

"Nice idea Sydney." Kayla complimented.

"The shrimp actually did a decent job. My feet feel kinda clean now!" Sydney cackled, flexing her toes with joy.

"So, who's next?" Victoria asked.

"Well Sydney had her turn, so Sydney leave the circle." Cynthia ordered.

Sydney obeyed, pulling herself out of the circle and sitting off to the side.

"Alright, I've poured everyone's shots, are we ready?" Cynthia asked, getting a nod from everyone but Kyle, who's opinion was meaningless.

"Alright, three, two, one… spin!" Cynthia shouted, letting the bottle fly.

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

"Kayla!" Cynthia yelled, slightly confused.

"Huh. What're the odds?" she mumbled, noting that the pattern was exactly the same as last time.

"Whatever, I'm happy with it." Kayla responded, greedily grabbing Kyle with her clumsy hand.

"Hmm. What do I want to do with you?" she pondered, holding Kyle tight as she thought hard about a punishment.

She adjusted her seating, then suddenly had an idea.

"Oh, that works." Kayla chuckled, as she stood up and brought Kyle with her as she walked to the couch, grabbing a cushion.

"What're you up to?" Sydney asked with curiosity, watching Kayla drop the cushion onto the ground.

"You'll see." she smiled, gently placing Kyle onto the center of the cushion.

"You got that timer ready?" she asked Cynthia, who simply nodded as she bore witness to Kayla's idea.

"Start it." she ordered as she hastily lowered herself onto the cushion.

-

"NO WAIT!" Kyle screamed as he held his hands up above him in fear of the impact, but it was for nought as Kayla's gigantic rear lowered onto him instantly, smothering him with her ample ass flesh.

-

"Alright, we're gonna take turns sitting on the twerp while we talk. Sound good girls?" Kayla asked.

"Sounds good to me." Victoria giggled.

"I'm down." Cynthia smirked.

"I guess I'm okay with that." Heather sighed, struggling to keep up with the horrible girls…

-

Meanwhile, Kyle was in a warm, suffocating hell. Trapped beneath the weight of Kayla's ample rear, Kyle's struggles for air intensified. The pressure on his tiny body made it nearly impossible to breathe, his world shrinking to the confines of suffocating flesh. Desperate gasps escaped his lips, but the heavy weight remained unyielding.

The material of her jeans gave little room for leeway, a harsh surface pressing harshly into Kyle. He could vaguely smell Kayla's intense natural scent, a logical issue with the proximity to her intimate parts…

-

"So let me get this straight." Heather asked, the alcohol loosening up her inhibitions and causing her to be in a laughing fit.

"You really put him… in your butt?" she cackled, seeing Cynthia go red.

"Y… yeah… Don't knock it till you try it." Cynthia responded, shyly looking away with a blush.

"Wow, that's rare. Cynthia is flustered." Sydney remarked, getting shot a mean glance from Cynthia.

"I am not! I just don't like talking about it. It's a private thing..." she grumbled.

"So you're flustered?" Sydney laughed, before getting a frustrated groan from Cynthia.

-

As the conversation shifted away from Kyle's unfortunate experiences, he found himself relieved that his humiliating ordeal was momentarily forgotten. However, he remained trapped beneath Kayla's weight, struggling for breath in the confines of her jeans.

While the girls continued their banter, Kyle's small size made it impossible for his voice to reach their ears. He desperately tried to push against the fabric, hoping to free himself from his suffocating prison. But his efforts proved futile against the strength and weight of Kayla.

As the minutes ticked by, Kyle's vision started to blur, and his strength waned. Panic surged through him, realizing that without intervention, he might not survive this ordeal. Suddenly, a grumble started to be heard from inside of Kayla's jeans.

-

"Oof, my stomach is upset…" Kayla groaned, putting a hand on her stomach as she talked with the group.

-

Kyle wondered what that noise could be, then it happened, suddenly and without warning.

*PFFRRT*

Startled by the sudden gust of foul wind, Kyle's eyes widened in disbelief. The putrid odor invaded his nose, causing him to gag and recoil in revulsion. The reprieve from the weight of Kayla's rear was tainted by this unexpected assault on his olfactory senses…

-

The other girls burst into fits of laughter, their amusement echoing through the room. Victoria doubled over, clutching her stomach as tears of laughter streamed down her face. Cynthia covered her mouth, struggling to contain her giggles, while Heather looked on with a mix of shock and unease.

"Oops, sorry about that, Kyle," Kayla said, her face flushing with embarrassment. "I guess my stomach is really acting up today. Cafeteria food..."

-

Kyle, his face contorted in disgust, flailed around as much as he could under the behemoth. He desperately longed for an escape from this nightmarish ordeal, where he was subjected to humiliation, discomfort, and now, even the noxious emissions of his tormentors…

-

As the laughter subsided, Cynthia regained her composure and spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of pure joy. "Well, it seems like Kayla's punishment took an unexpected turn, didn't it?"

"Yeah, who would've thought she'd fart on the poor guy?" Victoria snickered.

Thankfully, Kayla's rear lifted off, causing Kyle to gulp in the pocket of air that was formed. 

"Alright Cynthia, you next. My stomach is going crazy. If I stay on him I'm just gonna be blasting ass all over him the whole time. As funny as that'd be, I don't think you gals want that for when you get ahold of him..." Kayla yawned, as Cynthia stepped over to the cushion. "Oops." she laughed, accidentally letting out another rip just before she stood up and gave space to Cynthia.

-

"NO!" Kyle screamed amidst the cloud of fetid air, unable to do anything as a second rear dropped on top of him, Cynthia's.

-

“Great, now I gotta sit in your fart. Ugh.” Cynthia groaned, as she wiggled her butt to ensure the cushion was comfortable…

-

"So you did all that without getting caught?" Heather asked, her face growing flushed with her inebriation.

"Yeah, honestly even the teachers didn't really give a shit about Kyle." Cynthia shrugged.

"That's wild. And Victoria?" Heather asked with hesitance, knowing her friend's antics and wondering how they’d translate to mistreating a tiny person.

"Yep. Victoria shoved Kyle up her snatch and sucked some dudes dick dry like ten feet away from us." Sydney said bluntly, looking disdainfully at the ditzy ravenette who was smiling wide.

"Best. Orgasm. Ever. I literally haven’t felt anything like that in my life since. A whole person up there feels unreal…" Victoria said with a gleeful tone. "Also, I was in the bathroom. That's different than literally being ten feet away."

Heather’s jaw was practically on the floor.

"Whatever. Anyway, Cynthia, it's my turn now." Sydney asked, causing Cynthia to get up. 

Sydney took her place, falling onto the cushion with reckless abandon, and the conversation continued.

-

Kyle was growing weary, being trapped under the women's undercarriages was starting to take its toll. The limited supply of oxygen was running him short, and soon enough he'd lose consciousness. There was still remnants of Kayla’s flatulence, making each breath a torturous ordeal…

-

“Hm. I can kinda feel him.” Sydney muttered as she moved her rear back and forth on the cushion, the sturdy material of her shorts threatening to rip Kyle’s skin from his body.

“Hey… why do you guys hate Kyle so much? Doesn’t really seem like he’s done much to you…” Heather nervously asked in a moment of lucidity, looking around the room and noticing the sheer joy on the girls' faces.

“Good question.” Victoria responded, she herself not having an answer.

“Well…” Cynthia began, putting a finger to her chin as she looked up in thought.

“I guess… he just kind of felt… attention seeking. He was the only kid with ARSD in our school, and it… sucked. We had SO many presentations and assemblies and lessons about “How to act around a kid with ARSD” that it got tiring. He never really did anything directly to piss us off, but it wasn’t fun giving up our time for something we didn’t, and still don’t, care about.” she continued, garnering a confused glance from Heather.

“But… he did something of some sort, right?” Heather asked further, seeming slightly concerned.

“Hmm… not really? It was kind of annoying to be responsible for him at the amusement park that time we did all those things to him, I guess…” Sydney, offered with a shrug.

“So… he didn’t do anything to you guys? And you’re okay with doing all this? I thought, I don't know, he was like, a pervert or something? That's what I was going off of…” Heather stammered, seeming slightly upset.

“Hey, hey hey, Heather, look. You’re telling me you don’t want this?” Cynthia said, grasping Heather by the hand and looking into her eyes.

“I don’t know, it feels… dehumanizing…” Heather mumbled.

“I saw how much you loved it when he was licking all over your toes!” Sydney laughed with a mocking tone.

“Yeah, Heather, you did kinda look like…” Cynthia began.

“Like you were gonna cum!” Victoria giggled, getting a playful approving jab from Sydney as the two cackled.

“I was not!” Heather argued, getting a further laugh from Sydney and Victoria.

“Heather, be real. You love it. You just need… a little push.” Cynthia smiled, looking towards Sydney and motioning for her to get up.

“What are you… no!” Heather protested, noticing Sydney get up and Cynthia begin to pull her towards the cushion.

“Hey, it’s my turn!” Victoria argued, watching as Heather fought drunkenly against Cynthia’s urging.

“If you really didn’t want this, you’d be fighting me right now…” Cynthia smirked as she continued dragging Heather over.

Before too long, Heather was lowered down onto Kyle, and a slight gasp escaped her mouth.

“I… can feel him. Holy shit… a whole person… under my ass…” she mumbled, shifting her cheeks around slightly to feel the tiny protrusion in the cushion.

“See! Isn’t it fun? Who cares if it hurts his feelings or whatever, is one insignificant person’s suffering really not worth the fun of five others?” Cynthia argued.

“I… I guess…” Heather relented, giving in to the sadistic pleasure of having an entire person beneath her, feeling the tiny movements of his struggling as she lowered her full weight into the give of the cushion.

Cynthia simply grinned, then stepped back to her spot on the floor, sitting back down.

“Still my turn…” Victoria grumbled…

-

Kyle was beyond exasperated. He was fully lucid and aware of the conversation at hand, and couldn’t believe it. Some part of him truly believed Heather could’ve been his savior, but with this, it was pretty clear she was too open for the manipulation of the girls, especially Cynthia. Based on what the girls said, Heather was clearly well aware of people with ARSD long before this… so why did she pretend to not know the acronym?

Disregarding the thought, he took inventory of his current situation. He truly was at their mercy, and there wasn’t a savior coming to help him, not for hours. He began to wonder… would he make it out of this?

-

“Alright, the timer has five minutes left, let Victoria have her turn.” Cynthia ordered, directed towards Heather.

“Heather?” she asked, curious at the lack of an answer as she stared at the alternative girl.

“Oh!” Heather realized, snapping out of her trance.

“Sorry, kinda got carried away…” she continued, quickly hopping off of Kyle and the cushion, motioning for Victoria to come over.

“Yay!” Victoria cheered, skipping over masterfully and quickly reaching the cushion…

-

Kyle looked up as the ceiling of leather finally rose off of him, allowing him to glance at his captors.

All of them were laughing, even Heather, their faces blushed with the buzz of alcohol, and it was clear to him now; these girls weren’t at all concerned about his well-being. The drunker they got, the rougher they were, and that would mean-

Kyle’s thoughts were stopped quickly, as a new ceiling occupied his view. Victoria had pulled the back of her dress back, and now her panty-covered bottom-half was rapidly lowering towards him. Before he could even put his hands up and scream, her warm flesh had fallen down on top of him.

-

“Oh fuck, I missed this…” Victoria giggled, practically humping the cushion.

“Victoria, you’re supposed to be sitting on him, not rubbing him against your crotch…” Cynthia groaned.

"Oh please, not like it matters. Let me have my fun." Victoria hissed, letting out a pouty "hmph." as she ceased her movements, only slightly adjusting before a knowing grin overtook her face.

"It's not that we care how Kyle feels, it's more so that we don't want to watch you gyrate on a cushion…" Sydney chimed in.

"Whatever, I'm good now." Victoria smiled, settling on to the cushion with a silent, but just barely noticeable shudder…

-

Kyle, as much as he hated that he did, knew the scent that had overtaken his dark surroundings; Victoria's arousal. It was potent, and practically all he could smell, hell, even taste.

Something pressed against him, and he wasn't stupid, all it would take is knowing Victoria to know it was probably some part of her intimate area. Considering that it twitched with every movement, that was probably correct.

Kyle's heart raced with both fear and embarrassment as he realized that the pressure against him was indeed Victoria's crotch. He could feel her warmth and the softness of her panties against his tiny body. The situation was humiliating and degrading, and he couldn't believe he was trapped in such a predicament.

He heard arguing from outside his chamber of flesh and panties, as the occasional movement tossed him around in the sunken ravine of the cushion…

-

"Victoria, seriously?" Cynthia sighed, clearly annoyed at her friend's behavior. "Can't you just sit still, like a normal person?"

-

Kyle's panic only intensified as he heard their bickering. He couldn't believe that they were arguing over him like he was some object. It was dehumanizing, and he felt utterly powerless to do anything about it.

Meanwhile, Victoria continued to shift and move, clearly enjoying herself at Kyle's expense. The twitching sensation against him only fueled his humiliation, and he wished more than anything that he could disappear.

As the girls bickered, Kyle's struggles continued, but he knew it was futile. They were drunk and uncaring, and there was no way to reason with them. He had become nothing more than a plaything for their sadistic amusement.

Time seemed to blur as Kyle endured the torment, feeling trapped and helpless under Victoria's intimate area. The scent and pressure overwhelmed his senses as things seemed to get damper and warmer, and he felt utterly degraded…

-

"Time!" Cynthia shouted with relief, watching as Victoria let out a quiet "Aw." as she rose off of the cushion.

Victoria returned to her seat, huffing as she checked her nails and fluffed her hair, trying to hide her heightened arousal, a slight bite overtaking her lips as her legs fidgeted.

“Can't wait till I get mine…” she muttered, looking longingly at the cushion.

"Alright, someone check on Kyle, make sure he's still alive before we start the next game." Cynthia ordered.

Heather took it upon herself to check on Kyle, shuffling over to the cushion and taking a better look at the miniscule form within the divot.

"Is he… crying?" Heather muttered.

"What? Oh, let me see!" Sydney giggled, getting a similar response from the other girls as they clamored over each other to investigate.

"Oh my god he is!" Sydney cackled, looking down at the poor, weeping tiny.

"That's so pathetic!" Cynthia mocked, poking at Kyle.

"Poor baby…" Victoria cooed, leaning over Heather's shoulder.

"Guys, maybe this is going too far…" Heather suggested, getting angered glances from the others.

"Heather, do we need to have this talk every time?" Cynthia groaned.

"No… sorry." Heather sighed, trying to put her reservations aside.

"Alright, I don't give a shit if he's crying, let's grab him and start the next game." Sydney commanded, and the girls all followed, returning to their seats as Cynthia began pouring the next group of shots.

"God, I'm already… a little fucked up…" she coughed, watching the alcohol fill the glass.

"Sucks! A shot for each turn." Cynthia smiled, filling her glass last.

Heather gently grabbed Kyle from the cushion, holding him in her palm and staring at his pathetic body as he continued to cry in a fetal position.

"Alright, you girls ready?" Cynthia asked, getting a nod from everyone but Heather.

"Heather?" she asked, checking in on her friend who clearly was distracted by the plaything in her palm.

"Uh yeah, I'm ready…" Heather feigned a smile, reluctant to keep torturing this poor man as he continued to quiver upon her hand.

"Alright, three… two… one… spin!" Cynthia cheered, beginning the bottles spin as the girls all took their shots in unison...

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

“Okay, this is weird… let me spin it again…” Cynthia muttered, noticing the bottle once again continued to follow the pattern of the amusement park.

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

“Me again?” she exclaimed, puzzled.

“One more time?” Sydney shrugged, amused by the coincidence.

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

“...Alright. I guess it’s my turn?” Cynthia chuckled, baffled at the odds.

“Guess so. The universe must be feeling lazy or something. Heather, pass the shrimp over.” Sydney ordered, looking towards Heather.

Heather paused for a moment, looking empathetically at her palm.

“Heather?” Cynthia said impatiently, an eyebrow raised as she awaited her reception of the tiny man.

“H… here…” Heather disgruntingly sighed, walking over to Cynthia with her hand clasped around Kyle.

As she walked towards Cynthia, an evil smirk on the queen-bee’s face, she had an internal conflict plaguing her mind. She couldn’t deny it; this was some of the most thrilling fun she’d had in years, but at the end of the day, it was at the expense of an innocent man. 

The things they were doing, if not for the ARSD exception act, would be crimes accompanied by a punishment of several years in jail if done to a normal person. It was so wrong… so taboo… so… exciting. She hated how much she liked it. It didn’t feel like her. She may seem scary on the outside with all her tattoos, piercings and dark-attire, but Heather normally was someone regarded by her peers as sweet and kind. To be, in essence, participating in the torture of another human being was something she never imagined she’d be doing. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to object to it, knowing it would mean she wouldn’t get to potentially live out her biggest fantasy…

“Hand. Him. Over.” Cynthia demanded with frustration as Heather stood before her, still clasping her hand around Kyle.

Heather looked away, then opened her palm, leaving Kyle exposed once more to the open air. Within moments, he was snatched up, grabbed by Cynthia’s greedy fingers.

“Took your sweet time. Are you forgetting we’re on a time limit? My boyfriend is gonna be home in a few hours, you’re taking time out of your own turn y’know…” Cynthia scolded, looking at Heather who was currently biting her lip as she looked to the side, trying to hide her emotions.

“I know… it’s just…” Heather began.

“Yeah yeah, oh woe is me, I’m so nice, I don’t want to hurt poor Kyle…” Cynthia mocked, imitating Heather with a sing-song drawl. "Are you gonna make up your fucking mind about if you want to be here or not? Or are you gonna keep pissing me off?"

Heather bit her lip harder, almost drawing blood. She knew better than to contest Cynthia, and walked back to her seat.

“Alright, finally. Now, girls, I suppose I’ll tell you what I’m going to do with little Kyle here…” Cynthia grinned, looking at the three eager ladies awaiting her answer, while Heather pouted on the side.

“You gonna put him up your butt again?” Sydney asked, a smug knowing smile on her face.

“I… yes.” Cynthia sheepishly admitted. “You ruined the fun of explaining Sydney, why do you always do that…”

“You guys are SO unoriginal. Do something different this time for god's sake.” Victoria smiled with her arms crossed.

“Oh, please enlighten us with what you plan to do Ms. I’m better than everyone else…” Cynthia rolled her eyes.

“Not telling. Just know it’s gonna be even better than last time…” Victoria grinned, opening her phone as she received a notification.

“Whatever… anyway, yeah, I’m gonna take my turn solo. Kyle’s gonna come with me up to my room….” Cynthia seductively teased, looking down at Kyle with hungry eyes.

Kyle recoiled in fear, pleading upon deaf ears that someone would save him from his impending doom.

As Cynthia held Kyle in her hand, her seductive smile sent shivers down his spine. He felt a mix of fear and, as much as his mind was fighting his body, arousal, and the conflicting emotions only intensified his helplessness. He knew he was at the mercy of the girls, and that thought terrified him.

While Cynthia made her way to her room, the other girls exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of this new development. Heather's heart sank as she watched her friend carrying the tiny man, realizing that she was about to be subjected to something potentially even more humiliating and degrading.

Once inside her room, Cynthia closed the door behind her, locking it to ensure no interruptions. She then sat down on her bed, crossing her legs as she brought Kyle close to her face, observing him with amusement.

"You know, I think I could get used to having my own personal tiny plaything," Cynthia cooed, her voice dripping with arrogance.

Kyle swallowed hard, unable to find his voice. He knew he couldn't escape Cynthia's grasp, and the knowledge filled him with dread.

"Please, let me go," Kyle finally managed to plead, his voice barely audible to Cynthia's ears.

Cynthia simply chuckled in response, finding his desperation entertaining. She then lowered him onto the bed, positioning him at the edge. She leaned in closer, her hot, vodka scented breath washing over him.

"Do you remember what it was like the last time you were in there?" she asked, running her finger along his body.

Kyle's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Cynthia's finger tracing his tiny form. He knew he had to escape, but his attempts to move were futile against her immense strength.

Without warning, Cynthia's finger pressed down on him, pinning him to the bed. Kyle let out a gasp of pain, feeling the pressure on his tiny body.

"Mmm, I can feel you squirming," Cynthia taunted, enjoying the power she had over him.

As Cynthia continued to toy with Kyle, his fear and vulnerability only grew. He felt like a mere plaything, completely at the mercy of these giant girls who took great pleasure in his suffering. His heart raced, and he struggled to catch his breath, the weight of the situation bearing down on him both physically and emotionally.

Cynthia's mischievous smile widened as she saw the effect she was having on the tiny man. She enjoyed the feeling of power, knowing that she could do anything she pleased with him, and he would be powerless to resist.

"I wonder what it would be like to have you squirming in other places," Cynthia teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Kyle's eyes widened in horror at her insinuation. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he dreaded the possibility of where this was heading.

“...No. I’ve prepared too much for you to not pay a visit back to your old home. Let me show you…” Cynthia grinned, sliding off the bed as she stood up, then turned around for Kyle.

“Bet you missed watching this…” she teased, as she unbuttoned the front of her pants, before hooking her fingers into the sides and beginning to pull them down.

Before long, a pair of white-lace panties were revealed, hugging Cynthia’s shapely ass tightly. "The same ones from the park?" Kyle remembered. They were still flawless, as if they were never even worn.

“These go too… boy, Luke would be pissed if he knew about this. Good thing you aren’t gonna tell him… unless you want this night to happen all over again… you get me?” Cynthia warned, turning her head to look at Kyle over her shoulder.

He gulped. She wouldn’t… no, she would.

Cynthia hooked her fingers once more, this time into the sides of her panties. With a sharp bend, she leaned forward, sliding the garment off down her toned legs slowly. Within moments, her bare ass was exposed, a sight Kyle never forgot. It wasn't a good sight, because for Kyle, it meant pain.

“Ready for your surprise?” Cynthia sang, shaking her rear in front of Kyle. Before he could voice his disapproval, a hand grabbed each cheek.

“What is…” Kyle began, before realizing what Cynthia was talking about.

A butt-plug.

“Isn’t it cute?” Cynthia chirped, touching at the shiny reflective base of the plug as it sat snugly in her tight, puckered hole.

“Just hold on one moment…” she continued, voicing her focus as she felt around the plug, getting a grip of the base. “There ya go…” she grumbled, as she began to pull it out.

Kyle watched. And watched. And watched. It kept coming out, until it finally all was out with a quiet “pop.”

“Mhmmm… I gotta tell you Kyle, ever since that day, I’ve fallen in love with having things up there. I’m sure you don’t want to hear it, but Luke… tries his best. So do my other toys… but nothing has ever compared to you… you truly are the perfect toy…” Cynthia explained, turning around with the plug in hand.

“I think about you every time I play with myself… thinking about having you shoved up there and squirming… god, I see what Victoria means when she says you were her best… you were mine too…” she continued, staring at Kyle with crazed, drunken lust.

“I want nothing more than to keep you for myself, but I’m a good girl… Victoria and Heather will get their turns too…” she sighed with disappointment.

Kyle slowly backed up on the bed. The immense expanse of sheets didn’t bode well for escape.

“Oh please. We both know where you’re going. Don’t make it hard for me, because I can definitely make it harder for you.” Cynthia warned, putting an outstretched hand sternly on the bed.

Kyle gulped. He had no choice. With his body trembling, he hesitantly stepped up onto the hand, getting a triumphant grin from Cynthia.

“That’s a good boy.” she purred, shifting the hand behind her with haste as she acknowledged the ticking timer she set.

Kyle watched as his surroundings quickly changed from the girly interior of Cynthia’s room, to the giant stretching field of flesh that covered her two cheeks, the hand that once held the plug free and holding them apart, revealing the now exposed hole that seemed hungry to gulp him down.

“Are you ready? Better take some deep breaths while you can, I doubt there’s much air in there… fresh, at least…” Cynthia giggled, slowly raising her hand towards her twitching exit.

Kyle fell on his back with the intensity of the motions, looking towards his impending doom. The wrinkled hole was pulsating, flexing with each of Cynthia’s minute movements. There was no avoiding it, that’s where he was going. His past memory of the dark, tight depths of Cynthia’s insides was already flooding back to him, making him shudder in fear.

Cynthia’s hand eventually reached a stop in front of the hole, her fingers stopping just short of it.

“Go on. I’ll let you do the honors this time, little man…” Cynthia cooed, nudging her hand towards her hole with an urging motion.

“I have to… put myself… in there?” Kyle stammered. It looked… hungry.

“Don’t make me wait. You won’t like where that’ll get you…” Cynthia warned with an impatience in her voice.

Kyle stepped closer, eventually getting within an arm's reach. He slowly raised his hand towards it, trying to ignore the slight, musky odor surrounding him, a result of the day's sweat and the proximity to her awaiting anus.

Eventually his hand made contact, and his entire world shifted drastically.

“Mmm…” Cynthia moaned, struggling to stay still.

“I didn’t say stop…” she ordered, nudging her hand forward once more.

Kyle regained his footing, and once more reached a hand onto the tight opening. The same shudder emitted from Cynthia, but he did his best to ignore it. With a strong heave, he pushed his palm into the center, watching it slowly sink through, eliciting a louder moan from Cynthia.

“Oh, you’re just teasing me now… go on, go all the way…” she commanded, her hand starting to press on Kyle from behind.

“W… Wait!” he began to shout, before his head suddenly disappeared into the flexing hole.

“MMPH…. MMPH!” he screamed into the suffocating, slick flesh of her interior lining, as the force behind him grew and grew, until he slipped through entirely with a sickening slurp.

With that, Kyle was once more trapped within the literal bowels of Cynthia, completely dark, with a slight, but still noticeable, occasional thumping of her heartbeat.

As Kyle exerted every ounce of strength in his tiny body, the sensations intensified, overwhelming his senses. The walls of Cynthia's anal cavity pressed against him with unyielding force, squeezing him in a relentless grip. The tightness constricted his movements, making it difficult to breathe, and a suffocating panic threatened to consume him.

His skin, slick with a mixture of sweat and Cynthia's secretions, slid against the fleshy walls, leaving a trail of slimy residue. The putrid scent of the cavity permeated the air, a pungent amalgamation of musk and bodily fluids that invaded his nostrils, causing him to retch and gag. The overpowering odor intensified his disgust, making each breath a torturous reminder of his helpless predicament.

As Kyle pushed in rage against the fleshy walls, Cynthia's inner muscles responded by contracting around him, creating a pulsating and gripping sensation. The rhythmic throbbing of her anal cavity became more pronounced, as if her body was embracing and caressing him. The tightness intensified, holding him captive within its clutches, while the warmth surrounding him seemed to suffocate his every sense.

The soft, slippery texture of Cynthia's inner flesh glided against Kyle's skin, leaving a trail of her slick secretions in its wake.

The interplay between pleasure and torment became increasingly apparent to Kyle. The more he fought against his captivity, the more Cynthia's inner walls responded with an insatiable need for gratification. Each movement he made elicited a throb, a squeeze, a clenching sensation that reverberated throughout her entire being. He knew whatever she was doing out there, she was reveling in his suffering, and he hated her all the more for it…

As if in response to his growing anger, he began to feel an odd sensation, the walls twitching and pulsing as if in response to something else. He wondered what it was, until a quick look to the growing source of light indicated the answer…

-

“Fuck… holy shit…” Cynthia gasped, bent over her bed and feeling the intense throbbing within her tubing. She couldn’t help but grind into the bed involuntarily, the raw sexual energy pulsating throughout her lower half giving her an insatiable need to find release.

In her lustful state, she remembered one part of the plan she was missing. “Oh, right…” she mumbled, reaching forward and grabbing something off of the bed, and lowering it towards her rear-end.

She shuffled around a bit, getting into a good position to achieve her goal, and began to push the object into her, eventually feeling her ass start to give, letting the object sink deep inside, pushing the radiating source of pleasure within her further into her core…

“OH… SH-” she screamed as the sensations increased tenfold, causing her to bury her face into her blanket to avoid being loud. She knew she wouldn’t last long if she kept fighting it, and quickly waddled over to her nightstand with wobbly legs, looking for something specific…

-

Kyle realized immediately what had joined him in the tight confines of Cynthia’s ass; her butt-plug, and it was currently racing towards him. Any attempt to crawl away from it only stimulated Cynthia further, and achieved nothing, as the tight squeeze of her inner walls forbade any movement.

It was mere seconds before he was overtaken by the warm metal, his back being bent in an awkward angle as he was dragged into her depths, clamoring for any sense of control within the interior of the titanic blonde, but each scrape against her lining just yielded a slick swipe that only served to stimulate her further.

The plug kept surging forth within her, until it eventually settled, having forced Kyle so deep he threatened to reach a curve in her tubing.

The environment was sweltering this far inside of her, her radiating heat scorching Kyle to the touch. The musky, unmistakable scent of her ass’s natural lubricant surrounded him, making the already limited, stale air even harsher to breath. Her heartbeat was now deafening, the thumping akin to a war drum.

Without warning, Kyle felt his entire world shift dramatically, bouncing him and the entirety of Cynthia’s plumbing up and down repeatedly, making the already indiscernible sense of direction even more skewed as he rolled around within the steaming embrace of Cynthia’s rectum.

Eventually things settled, but they felt… upside down. Kyle wondered what was going on out there, but that question was answered quite fast…

-

Cynthia fell onto her bed with a smile, excited for what’s to come. She laid back, pulling her hair to the side as she spread her legs, fighting the intense pulsating twitches her body had succumbed to thanks to her tiny prisoner.

*SMACK*

She giggled, as she laid a light smack on her stomach, feeling the tickle inside of her intensify in reaction.

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

“Keep squirming in there, it feels fucking incredible…” she cooed, not expecting her captive to really hear her. She bit her lip as she settled further onto the bed, shimmying into the position she felt would be best for her intentions, letting out a satisfied “hmph” once she was sure she was comfortable.

She reached to her side, grabbing an intimidatingly large, pink object, as she lowered it down to her dripping lower lips, circling the outside gently. She let out a slight moan, the combined sensations of the light touch of the toy as well as the intense sensation inside of her ass were lighting her neurons on fire, begging her to take in more. She listened to her inner voice, screaming at her to take it inside. With a gentle push, she began to force the toy inside of her love tunnel, struggling to keep still as her folds gave way and the toy sank inside.

“Fuck… shit…” she gasped, her legs kicking involuntarily as the two sensations grew closer in proximity. Within moments, she bottomed out, feeling the toy hit her cervix. She smiled, then began to pull it out, feeling the same impossible to fight kicks and squirms as she almost pulled it out all the way… then pushed it right back in. She began to repeat the process, growing in speed as she well and truly started to fuck herself with the oversized dildo…

-

Kyle’s world quickly grew to a state of hectic frenzy, as the unmistakable bulge pushing against him from the other side of the lining reminded him of the dark familiarity of his last time in Cynthia’s plumbing; only this time, it didn’t feel like the intentional, delicate touch of Cynthia’s fingers. This time, it was something… bigger… harder…

He didn’t have time to ponder what was happening, as he was quickly ran over by the outstretched wall slammed into him. He coughed as her secretions splashed into him, the force contorting him into an uncomfortable position as he was flattened between the sturdy muscle and flesh.

This rhythmic beating continued, causing Kyle to get tossed around in the darkness as he was repeatedly beaten down by the pounding motions of the foreign object.

“CYNTHIA… FUCKING… STOP!” he screamed out between each flattening of his body, knowing in all truth it was to an ignorant audience. Even if she could hear him, he doubted his well-being was her priority, as he could make out the faint growing sound of a woman in heat, as well as her rapidly increasing heartbeat…

-

“HOLY SHIT!” Cynthia gasped, plunging the dildo into her depths with ferocity, desperate to scratch the sexual itch that’d taken over her entire body. Every stroke was like lightning, and she couldn’t get enough. She felt her vaginal tunnel struggle to hold itself together due to the combination of sheer speed, as well as the size of the oversized dildo currently filling her entirety.

“K… KYLE…” she moaned, unable to contain herself as her body took over. “SQUIRM YOU LITTLE FUCKER OR I’LL… I’LL CRUSH YOU!”

She frantically pounded the pink tool into herself, panting and groaning as her arm struggled to keep up with her desires…

-

Kyle heard her demand, and reluctantly followed her instructions. He may be durable, but he fully believed Cynthia would follow through on her threat if he didn’t do as she said. He began to thrash around inside of her, feeling the walls pulse and throb in reaction to the microscopic movements.

As he kept up this act, he began to notice a rapid increase in the intensity of the reaction, barely having to move to elicit the seismic response…

-

“FUCK… OH FUCK… I’M GONNA… I’M GONNA…” Cynthia screamed, covering her mouth with her other hand as she fucked herself so hard her hand may as well have been a blur. She felt her lips go raw, struggling to keep accommodating the dildo as it slipped in and out of her slick hole.

“MMMPH!” Cynthia choked, biting her hand so hard she drew blood as she let out a primal screech, losing complete control over her body as an orgasm unlike any other struck her like a speeding train. Her legs kicked and bounced off of the bed as her lower half was so stimulated it almost looped back to no sensation, her hand involuntarily seizing and twitching as she lost her grip on the dildo. It slid out of her with a slick motion, falling onto the bed as it dripped with her juices.

She felt tears drip down her face, the adrenaline that overtook her body slowly fading away and giving way to sheer exhaustion. She laid still on the bed, the occasional twitch radiating through her. She was in heaven, her body overtaken by pure bliss.

Her eyes began to close, basking in the flood of pleasure, almost falling asleep, if it weren’t for the persistent tickle inside of her ass reminding her of her responsibility.

She lifted her phone off of the nightstand, checking the timer.

“Four minutes left… he can wait…” she yawned, smiling as she slid a hand back down to her nethers and began to stimulate her clit, riding out the high of her orgasm…

-

Kyle groaned, his body bruised and battered by the relentless assault of the mystery object. His breathing was ragged, as the limited air within the space was quickly replaced with a saturation of carbon dioxide, making each moment a fight to stay conscious. During Cynthia’s orgasm, the space had completely constricted him, threatening to pop him like a grape. Thankfully, it had slowly subsided just before the lack of breathing room took him down, but he still remained trapped within her, a victim of her residual pleasure.

He wondered when he’d be allowed out… if he even would be. Cynthia’s heartbeat had grown slow, a worrying sign for someone trapped with a literal wall of metal blocking the way out in a space with dwindling oxygen…

-

Cynthia sighed, her muscles shot as she struggled to sit up. “Yeah yeah…” she groaned as the timer rang out within the room, her hand lazily slapping on the screen until it shut off.

“Guess I’ll take him out…” she grumbled, leaning forward and reaching for the metal base of the plug wedged into her sphincter.

She fidgeted around, until she found the protrusion, and began to pull it out…

-

Kyle gasped, a rush of air flooding into the anal cavity as the plug was rapidly removed with a slick pop, leaving Kyle still trapped within her, but with far more room to breathe and move around in the now relaxed muscle. 

Within moments, a source of light began to emit from the exit, and Kyle looked towards it to see a pair of fingers prying their way inside. Before he could even flinch, they grabbed him between them, before dragging him out into the chilling cold of the open air…

-

Cynthia yawned. “God, that really took it out of me. And probably you… ew… slimy…" she cringed as she quickly wiped Kyle against her bed-sheets, threatening to rip his skin right off as she carelessly dragged his body against the cloth.

“You know Kyle…” she grinned, looking down at the trembling man within her palm.

“Back when I did that to you the first time… I was a little guilty. I mean, I only intended to put you in my crack, but then you… you know, flew up there. I was gonna get you out, but it felt so good I couldn’t help myself…” she explained.

"When I handed you off to the teacher, well… I was genuinely worried for you. I felt like we'd gone too far, like we'd really done some damage. We probably did…" she trailed off, her voice showing no remorse.

“But ever since then… well, I realized something… this is what you were made for. You exist for our pleasure. Why should I feel guilty when I’m just helping you find your purpose?” she smiled, her eyes bordering on psychopathic levels of intensity as they bore down on Kyle.

*HIC*

"Sorry, I'm a little drunk…" she grumbled.

“Anyway, I initially wondered if I’d ever get this chance again. I thought, if not you, then someone else with your condition would surely come along… but that never happened. Then… you came to this college too. I found out my sophomore year when I saw you walking down the hall. I just didn’t know how to go about getting a hold of you…” she elaborated.

“Then Luke came along… now, I won’t lie… I do love him. He’s such a sweetheart. But, he was also an opportunity, an opportunity to get to you, Kyle.” she said with a tone of calculated menace.

“So, that’s how we got here. Now, I got what I wanted. Like always…” she said with a falsely sweet smile. “It’s a shame I have to pass you off…”

Suddenly, a knock rang out in the room, emanating from the door.

“Yeah?!” Cynthia yelled, blasting Kyle’s eardrums.

“C’mon, I heard your timer go off! Your turn is up!” Victoria’s voice commanded from the other side of the room.

“Ugh… coming!” Cynthia groaned. “Guess we’ll have to catch up later. Oh, also, Kyle… just to reiterate… I’m sure you know what happens when you tell Luke what we’ve done… right?” she said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Kyle.

She rolled her eyes as he stared in fear. “Always the silent observer. Well… let me just explain. I looked up the ways you guys can die since… I don’t know, I was interested, and I wanted to be able to push you to your limit without risking breaking my favorite toy. Interestingly enough, a few hours of no oxygen, an hour of drowning, dissolving in acid… the funny thing is, there’s a place you can go that takes care of all of that!”

Kyle gulped. He knew what she was talking about, but for good measure, Cynthia began to lift him above her head, dangling him by his shirt.

“NO!” he begged, dangling from her fingers as she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out with a dramatic, “AH.” A warm, humid gust of alcohol-scented breath blew towards him, making him shield his eyes in response.

She let him dangle for a second more, and then… dropped him.

Kyle screamed in fear, flailing in the air as her mouth rapidly approached. Just as he was about to hit her tongue and bounce down her throat, he felt his body get enveloped by the warm flesh of her hand as it caught him just before landing.

“Remember that whenever you think of tattling.” Cynthia laughed, dropping Kyle on the bed as she hopped out of it and began throwing her clothes back on.

Kyle shuddered. It’s not like he hadn’t been in a mouth before, hell, more than once. Victoria wasn’t even the most recent person to do that. But with Cynthia, he knew the threat was real. She would kill him without a second thought.

“Alright, let’s go…” Cynthia demanded, as she hastily snatched Kyle off the bed and walked out of her room. 

Victoria awaited Cynthia, and when she came into view, she let out a judgemental pout, tapping her wrist to signal to Cynthia that she was taking too long.

“I get it. Don’t get your panties in a twist…” Cynthia said disdainfully as she walked down the hallway, then down the stairs.

“Well you’re holding up my turn!” Victoria groaned, following Cynthia.

“Who said you’d be next? It could be Heather…” Cynthia replied with a smug smile.

“Regardless, you yourself said we only have so much time before your boyfriend comes back… and besides, my idea is… time sensitive…” Victoria responded, trailing off as she got a notification on her phone.

“Oh, consider me curious…” Cynthia raised an eyebrow, wondering what Victoria was planning.

As the two made it back to the living room, Sydney and Kayla broke their conversation, and Heather stood up, trying to maintain her balance as the alcohol began to hit her a little.

“How’s he doing?” she asked, nervously clasping her hands together.

“Ugh, he’s fine, Heather.” Cynthia snapped, lazily flopping down to her seat on the floor, still holding Kyle in her closed hand.

“Can I see him?” Heather pushed further.

“Can I see him?” Cynthia mocked with a sarcastic tone. “No. You can look at him all you want if your turn is next. Speaking of, Syd, get ready to spin the bottle, I’ll pour the shots again.”

“Got it.” Sydney drunkenly replied, clasping a hand on the bottle.

"You're such a lightweight Sydney…" Kayla sighed, watching her friend rock back and forth as she struggled to stay upright.

"Shut up! Sorry I'm all skin and bone, I don't have all your meat…" Sydney growled, sticking her tongue out.

"You calling me fat?" Kayla asked, beginning to lift her fist.

"Girls, stop it. This is why I hate when you two get drunk, you're so bitchy. Just get ready to spin the bottle, Sydney…" Cynthia ordered, not caring for the drama.

Heather looked longingly at Cynthia’s hand, wondering what state Kyle was in.

Cynthia finished pouring the shots, setting the nearly empty bottle back down and grinning.

"Jeez, we're gonna need another bottle soon…" she laughed.

“Alright, spin it in three… two… one… shots!” she ordered, as all the girls drank while the bottle spun. Heather sighed, then threw hers back too.

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

"...Victoria." Cynthia grumbled.

"I'm sorry, could you say that a little louder?" Victoria grinned.

"Ugh, Victoria, it's your turn. Here." Cynthia sighed, opening her palm and revealing Kyle.

"That's what I thought. C'mere little guy, we're gonna have so much fun together!" Victoria smiled, standing up and hastily plucking Kyle from Cynthia's hand.

"Heather, you'll get your turn last I guess." Cynthia said with an exhausted expression, clearly already tired of Victoria's antics. 

"So, Victoria, what're you gonna do with Kyle?" Sydney asked, genuinely curious.

A notification rang out on Victoria's phone, and she quickly checked it while holding Kyle in her other hand.

"One sec guys…" Victoria said as she tucked her hair behind her ears and adjusted her dress, reaching under it and shuffling something around, before pulling her hand out and wiping it on the side of her dress.

"What is she…" Kayla began, looking intently at Victoria as she made herself presentable.

Victoria let out a satisfied "hm," then walked towards the front hallway.

The girls heard the door open, and all poked their heads past the wall to investigate what Victoria was doing.

They watched as she opened the door, and an interesting silhouette appeared.

"Is that a… guy?" Heather muttered, trying to get a closer look.

Sure enough, Victoria was talking to a guy none of the girls recognized, standing at the front door. He was handsome, with a head of fluffy brown hair and a well-fitting outfit that showed off his toned body.

"Hi, uh…" Victoria began, before trailing off.

"Mark. My name's Mark, and I've been out here for almost an hour. What gives?" the mysterious stranger, clearly named Mark, explained impatiently.

"Ha, yeah, sorry, we've just been a little… rowdy. I'm sure you don't mind, right Mark?" Victoria cooed, gently sliding up to the mysterious suitor and putting both hands on his shoulders.

"Ooo, you're tall. I like that…" she smiled, before lowering a hand down to Mark's, grabbing it and pulling as she turned around.

"Girls, this is my tinder date, Mark! Say hi!" Victoria chirped, getting eye rolls from Cynthia, Sydney and Kayla, and a shocked expression from Heather.

"Hi, Mark. Are you aware Victoria's got a-" Cynthia began, before a hand quickly poked her from the side. Sydney shot her a negative nod, clearly not wanting to risk revealing Kyle to this stranger and getting in trouble.

"Got a what?" Mark raised an eyebrow, curious as to what was about to be said.

"Nothing, Cynthia's just a kidder. C'mon, let's go up to my room and have some privacy, yeah?" Victoria said as she ran her hands along Mark's body, showing her skills as a temptress.

Mark simply shrugged, following Victoria as she went off towards the stairs.

The two set off to Victoria's room, and the girls remained down in the living room, confused by what transpired.

"So she really had a whole tinder date just… waiting… out there… the whole time?" Heather asked, an impression of awe on her face.

"Trust Victoria to have dick on demand." Kayla sighed.

"Wait, is she gonna…" Heather began, turning white.

"Honestly, who knows. All I know is last time she blew a dude with Kyle in her you-know-what, and I'm not really sure what she's gonna do to top that. Just don't want her breaking him, then it's a whole thing that I really don't want to deal with…" Cynthia explained.

Heather looked down to her feet, trying to block out the mental images flooding through her brain. She had a vague guess as to what Victoria was planning…

-

"Alright, Mark, just sit down on the bed and make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna go freshen up in the bathroom for just a sec." Victoria said sweetly as she led her date into her room, setting him down on the foot of the bed and quickly scurrying off to the bathroom. If Mark paid a little more attention, he'd have noticed a slight oddity in Victoria's walk, as if something was making her legs twitch.

Victoria quickly made her way into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and locking it. She pulled up her dress, then reached into her private area, moving her hand around until she grabbed a hold of what she was looking for. She pulled her hand out, then held it up to her face.

"Oh, sorry little guy… as you can tell, I've been a little… excited…" Victoria giggled, her face flushed with the clear influence of alcohol, as well as her breath, carrying a tinge of vodka.

She was referring to Kyle, who was currently dripping a slimy liquid off of his body and clothing, dangling from her fingers.

"Sorry, no pockets. I'm sure you don't mind being tucked inside a pretty girl's underwear though…" Victoria smiled.

The smile turned into a focused gaze, as she looked closer at Kyle.

"Hm… I bet you'd feel better without the clothes… speaking of, why do they shrink with you? I never got that, you'd figure if it was a biological thing, it wouldn't affect non-organic matter. It's whatever though…" Victoria said with oddly coherent wording considering her inebriation, as she began to yank at Kyle's shirt.

"Wait!" he yelled, trying to protect the little shred of dignity he had left, unfortunately that was in vain as Victoria effortlessly removed his clothing, stripping him down to his underwear.

"Those too…" she grinned, pulling at the briefs with her nails. They flew off of his legs, and Victoria simply tossed them to the floor of the bathroom.

"There ya go!" she giggled, looking at Kyle's body. "You're actually pretty buff. I bet you'd be a good fuck at your normal size…" she remarked, biting her lip.

"Oops, speaking of that… I gotta get back to my date. You… you're gonna help us out in your own little way. I'm sure you don't mind, right, little guy?" she said with a giggle, poking at Kyle as he continued to dangle between her fingers.

"What do you…" Kyle began, before realizing what she meant as she hiked her dress up once more, lowering Kyle down towards her now bare pussy, having been completely freed from the black panties that once covered it. He could see a strand of her arousal dripping from its entrance, and saw it as a warning of what he was about to be exposed to.

Before he could even voice his disapproval, Victoria's fingers reached her labia, quickly finding her true opening and plunging inside the slick hole.

The heady scent of her aroused state was clear, an almost sickly sweet aroma that filled the cave. Globs of her nectar were abundant in the oozing tunnel, covering Kyle in the sticky fluid.

The fingers continued to push, until they eventually reached as far as they could within her walls, and they released their grip on Kyle. They quickly withdrew, leaving Kyle held by the grip of Victoria's inner walls as the space quickly grew dark, leaving him alone with the thumping sound of rushing blood and sloshing liquid…

-

Victoria pulled her dress down, trying not to shudder at the tantalizing sensation of her own personal vibrator buried deep inside. She reached down to her legs and pulled her panties back up, and let her dress hang back down as she walked back out to the hallway.

She reached her door, then opened it, slowly stepping inside and smiling at her date.

"Thank you for waiting!" she said as she closed the door behind her, locking it and walking over to the bed.

"Now… what kind of man am I working with here? In our messages, you were quite… audacious…" Victoria grinned, stepping over to Mark until she stood just before him.

"The kind of man who knows what he wants. And I didn't wait an hour outside of your house to not get laid…" Mark smiled back, reaching a hand out to touch Victoria.

She allowed it, and even grabbed his hand to guide it onto her ample rear, feeling him grab and squeeze at it.

"Mmm… so you want to get laid?" she giggled, stepping closer, until her legs were between his, and their faces were inches apart.

"I do…" he said, leaning forward into a kiss.

Victoria reciprocated, her lips meeting his as they began to make out. The two had a heated exchange, Victoria letting out a soft moan as he started to explore her body with his hands. She wriggled into it, feeling him cup her breasts and squeeze, causing the heat within her nethers to grow. She reached her own hands down to his pants, getting closer to her goal. Eventually she made contact with something hard, and felt a twitch as she ran her hand along it.

"Oh, someone's excited… and so big… you must be what, eight, nine inches?" she said breathily, departing her lips from the kiss for a moment.

"Nine and a half…" Mark grinned, taking her back into the kiss as she let out an excited moan.

The two continued to make out, and Victoria began to straddle Mark, pushing him onto the bed as he shuffled back and made enough space for her to get on top of him.

Mark began to reach underneath Victoria's dress, making contact with a steaming hot, damp wall of fabric. Victoria shivered at the touch, beginning to grind her body into the appendage.

"Fuck… I'm so hard…" Mark groaned, feeling his dick practically ripping through his pants.

"Well… what are we waiting for? Let me help you out with that…" Victoria smiled, reaching her hands down to Mark's pants as she found the buckle of his belt, unclasping it and pulling it out. She tossed it to the ground, then pulled at the top of the garment, eventually feeling it tug down his legs. She got it halfway, before Mark finished the task and kicked them off. She did the same with his boxers, biting her lip as she saw the bulge threaten to break through the thin material. When they came all the way off, Mark's throbbing hard rod popped out of them, sticking straight up in all of its glory.

Mark hadn't been wasting any time during this act, as he had hooked his fingers into Victoria's panties, pulling them down her legs as she shimmied to allow them to come all the way off.

"What about your dress?" he asked, before raising a hand to her bare labia. He touched her wet folds, feeling her twitch and pulse in response.

"Mmm… I'll just pull it back… I want you now…" she moaned, putting both of her hands on Mark's shoulders as she took her position over him.

"Wait, what about a condom?" Mark began to ask, before Victoria pulled her hair to the side and lowered her lips to his ear.

"I want to feel all of you…" she whispered. "And besides… I'm on birth control…"

Mark smiled, looking up at the beautiful ravenette as she smiled back, a crazed drunken lust in her eyes.

Victoria reached a hand down below her, until she felt a hard protrusion sticking out between Mark's legs. She grabbed a hold of it, feeling it throb in her hand as she lightly tugged at it. She held it lined up, and began to lower herself. She felt it touch her, and her legs wobbled on the bed as she struggled to handle the sensations happening both inside and out. It started to push her labia apart, sinking deeper into her opening as it gave way easily to the pulsating member.

"God…" Mark groaned as the warm, slick embrace of Victoria's steaming insides enveloped his dick, the head alone barely fitting in the petite woman's hole. She sank further down onto it, slowly letting more and more in. She began to rock back and forth, aiding the process as the cock started to fill her up. She winced, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate it, but she was loving every second of it. She kept going, until her lips made contact with the base of his dick, then let herself relax onto it as it filled her completely.

"You're so fucking big… I can feel you stretching me out…" she gasped, a burning sensation lighting her insides on fire as the dick pulsed and twitched inside of her.

"You feel fucking incredible… there's like, an electric tickle on the tip of my dick…" Mark moaned, slowly starting to pump his hips into the goddess above him. She reciprocated, starting to gyrate into him, feeling the rhythmic motion of hot and heavy sex begin…

-

Kyle sat, terrified in the damp cave of Victoria's vaginal tunnel, as he pressed against something solid, with an impenetrable opening in the middle. "Is this… her cervix?" he pondered, touching it and feeling her body jerk in response.

The environment was growing more humid, and he swore he could make out noises happening outside of the dark world of Victoria's insides. The sweltering heat was all-consuming, and it was a struggle to find breath in the limited air pocket of the slick hole.

His bare member was unavoidably sliding against the lubed flesh, stimulating him and making him far more aroused then he wanted to be. "She took my fucking clothes…" he grumbled, despising this undignified state.

Suddenly, the world began to shift, and he was tossed about within the tight embrace. "What is…" he mumbled, before feeling the walls start to throb and pulse violently, secreting a rush of her fluids.

Loud moaning could be heard from outside, and the environment began to throw him around repeatedly, making him smack into either side of her walls again and again, each time a slick squelch as her cum gave way.

Kyle struggled to find footing, searching for some source of stability. All of a sudden, a ground appeared below him, allowing him to stay stable for a moment. It was spongy, and carried a slightly different musk than what Victoria was emitting.

"... Wait." Kyle realized, as he understood what he was currently on.

He began to freak out, searching for some other form of refuge, but he was quickly carried up Victoria's length, and felt his body get slammed against the hard surface of her cervix once more…

-

Victoria panted and heaved as she bounced up and down Mark's length, her eyes crossing in ectasy as her pussy felt an indescribable radiation of pure pleasure from deep inside.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" she moaned, feeling her cervix get slammed repeatedly by the solid organ. Her toes were curling so hard they threatened to snap.

"God, I'm trying so hard not to cum. You feel so fucking good…" Mark groaned, the girl bouncing on top of him threatening to take him for all he was worth.

"You better… fucking… not… not… yet…" Victoria scolded within bounces, leaning forward to embrace Mark's lips with hers.

They exchanged tongues, Victoria moaning loudly into his mouth as she rode his waist with ferocity.

Victoria felt the tickle Mark was talking about, pressed hard against her cervix as she held herself still on him for a moment. The difference between her and Mark? She knew exactly what that tickle was. She grinned, before returning to slamming on top of the member.

Mark was in heaven. He'd never felt this good before, whatever this girl was doing was magic. His tip felt like it was on fire, and each thrust almost made him lose it. He took handfuls of her ass and breasts, eliciting stifled moans from Victoria as the bedframe threatened to break…

-

"Gee, I wonder what they're doing up there…" Kayla said sarcastically as a repetitive knocking was reverberating from the ceiling out into the living room.

"They're really going at it." Cynthia sighed, checking the timer on her phone. "She's got twenty minutes left."

"Twenty minutes more of that?!" Heather gasped.

"Oh shush Heather, you'll get your turn…" Cynthia said, opening Instagram and beginning to scroll as she fought the boredom of waiting.

Heather nervously twiddled her thumbs, trying to ignore the pounding sounds…

-

"God… fuck…" Mark grumbled, the heavenly embrace of Victoria's love tunnel sending his body into a frenzy of electric sensations. "You're so fucking wet…" he noticed, as a pool of her juices was accruing at his base.

"So wet for you… keep fucking me…" Victoria moaned, riding the cock at an angle and feeling it bulge out of her stomach.

Suddenly, Mark grabbed Victoria by the shoulders, and tossed her off of him.

"What are you doing! I was feeling so… oh…" she began to yell, before noticing Mark's intentions.

She was laying on her back, her sweaty hair splayed around her head as she looked up at the muscular man before her. Mark grinned as he pulled her slightly, so her ass was just barely hanging off the side of the bed. He was standing before her, his rod sticking out straight, occasionally throbbing up as each shockwave of excitement and anticipation went through it. It glistened with a mixture of the precum that was steadily dripping out of the tip, as well as Victoria's natural lubricant. The two locked eyes and shared a smile, as they both knew full well what was about to happen…

-

Kyle coughed and sputtered as his ragged crushed body was exposed to the open air, spitting out a mixture of both of the giants fluids as he emptied his lungs.

He couldn't even see, his eyes coated with a film of the dried liquid, and he swiped at his face to try and remove enough to open them.

Eventually he managed to, and opened them to a blurry view, unsure of what he was seeing. After a few seconds, he could just make out an expanse of flesh, centered by a dripping opening.

"Wait… if that's Victoria's… then I'm…" he pondered, looking down and almost throwing up.

"GET ME OFF OF THIS THING!" he screamed, before he felt his body fly forward, disappearing into Victoria's folds with a sickening "slurp."

-

Victoria moaned, her nails almost ripping the bedsheets as she gripped them intensely, feeling the bulging cockhead thrust into her at light speed. Mark held her legs tight, using them as leverage with them held over his shoulders to bottom Victoria out, hitting her cervix like a punching bag; and she loved it.

"Use me… use me like a… like a fucking toy… that's all I am… your little toy…" she cried, feeling her insides almost split apart.

"Oh, I'm gonna use you all right… you're the best fuck I've had in my life…" Mark laughed, plunging his dick in and out of the tight opening.

Every time he hit her cervix, it was like there was something there that stimulated his dick to the max, and he was aiming for it with each stroke. 

Victoria was literally drooling, her makeup running as tears left her eyes from the sheer pain and pleasure. She'd long forgotten to be somewhat careful of the tiny within her. Nothing mattered compared to the godly sensations she was experiencing.

"Shit… shit… fuck…" she cried, covering her mouth as she fought her need to scream.

"Oh God… I'm… I'm getting kinda close… should I… should I pull it out?" Mark warned, his legs starting to buckle and lose their stability.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Victoria commanded. She grabbed Mark by the back and leaned forward, whispering into his ear once more.

"Fill me… fill me with your fucking cum…" she begged, loosening her grip and falling back onto the bed, sweating buckets against the cloth as her tits bounced up and down with each thrust.

Mark simply groaned, in disbelief of how wild this girl was. He was getting so close, and began to pump his throbbing cock even harder into her, his pace growing ragged and reckless.

"God… fuck… mhmmm… shit…" he groaned, his groin alight with pleasure as the tickling sensation persisted, and the woman he was plunged into began to pulsate and quiver around his member.

"Oh shit… I'm cumming, holy shit… fucking- mother-fuck…" Victoria gasped, crushing Mark's dick in a vice-grip as she lost control completely, her back launching up as her body seized with each wave of pleasure, tears streaming down her face as she moaned uncontrollably.

As Victoria rode out her orgasm, the extra tightness and gripping sensation was all Mark needed to be sent over the edge, and his dick began to pump, preparing to release in an epic climax…

-

Kyle had long since grown weary, being flung about the insides of the giantess and pounded into her cervix robbing him of his will to fight.

An interesting reaction had taken over him, however; he was painfully aroused. His dick had grown to a stand, unavoidably pleasured by the repeated swipes against the slick walls that surrounded him. At this size, the flesh had microscopic bumps that individually caressed his member, and got him closer and closer to a climax.

"Shit… no… fuck!" he groaned, as he couldn't help but release into the sloshing interior of Victoria's walls. He pumped out a pitiful load barely distinguishable from the already pouring precum emitted by the fat larger rod currently smashing him within the hole. His body grew numb as his release subsided, a brief distraction from the current hell he was experiencing.

Without warning, the walls suddenly constricted violently around Kyle's body, crushing him into a tight contortion of his body that threatened to break him. The dick continued to thrust into her, leaving Kyle pressed and held tight in a pocket of air against her cervix, unable to move.

"PLEASE STOP!" Kyle screamed in rage, hoping for a final reprieve now that Victoria had finished. As if on cue, the dick began to slow down it's assault, getting slower and slower until it stopped just in front of Kyle.

"Thank fu-" Kyle began to speak, before a steaming hot blast of sticky liquid overtook him, flooding his mouth and surroundings completely…

-

"Oh God… fuck…" Mark moaned as his dick had sunk all the way into Victoria, the burning sensation of a need to release overtaking him.

"C'mon, give me a big fucking creampie!" Victoria begged, using her legs to grab Mark from the back and pull him deep.

That was all he needed, and within seconds, Mark's dick began to shoot out rope after rope of piping hot spunk deep into Victoria's pussy.

"Yes, just like that… good boy…" Victoria moaned, gently caressing the pulsating member with minute movements, overstimulating the already exhausted nerve endings as she milked the pumping tool.

"Oh my god, holy shit I can't stop cumming…" Mark groaned as he could barely stand straight, his balls hurting as the rod kept pumping its precious seed into the boiling slit.

Victoria laid back in ecstasy as she felt the fluid fill her up, beginning to pour out of her as she reached capacity.

Eventually Mark's dick began to throb gentler, and gentler, until he sighed, and began to pull it out.

"That was… incredible." he panted, basking in the glory of the intense climax as his sweaty body glistened in the soft lighting of Victoria's room.

She crossed her legs, covering her opening and sealing it as best she could. Mark couldn't tell, but she was secretly fighting a second orgasm that had overtaken her, due to the frantic sensations caused by a third party.

"You want any after care?" Mark asked, getting a negative nod from Victoria. "Alright, I guess I'll head out then."

"We'll do this again sometime." he smiled, grabbing his clothes from the floor and beginning to put them on.

"Mhmm…" Victoria struggled to say, as she felt her legs squirm and kick against the intense throbbing in her groin.

Mark finished getting dressed, buckling his belt and turning to the girl sprawled out on the bed.

"Boy, I got you good, huh?" he laughed, watching her struggle to stay still.

"Yeah, you did. Are you good letting yourself out?" she asked, really hoping he'd say yes.

"Yeah, I should be good. Thanks for the good time. I'll be seeing you…" he smiled, proud of his performance as he left her room and headed downstairs…

-

"Oh, look, it's Victoria's boy-toy." Cynthia laughed, noticing the man's hair was drenched with sweat and his clothing was poorly thrown on as he stepped down the stairs.

"Have a good time?" Sydney drunkenly mocked, cackling to herself.

"Uh, yeah. I'll be leaving now…" Mark nervously replied, heading towards the door.

"Please, let me get that for you…" Cynthia offered, running up to the door and opening it with a feigned smile.

"Oh, uh… thanks…" Mark said as he stepped out of the door, about to turn around and say goodbye to Cynthia before the door slammed in his face.

"Whew. I hate when Victoria brings guys around…" she sighed, walking back to the girls with a sway to her step.

Cynthia returned to her seat, then checked the timer. "Hmph. Vic has a minute left, if you wanna head up in a few and get her down her Heather, since it's gonna be your turn and all." she said nonchalantly.

"Sure, I'll do that…" Heather replied, standing up and heading towards the stairs. She was worried of what she might see…

-

Kyle was in hell, no matter where he tried to go, the tunnel was filled to the brim with oozing hot, sticky ball-batter, and any panicked instinctual breath for oxygen caught him another salty mouthful, his only choice being to gulp it down.

He tried desperately to find some kind of way out, but direction was impossible in the darkness. He was growing weary, and the lack of oxygen was starting to make him slow and weak.

He gurgled, begging someone to save him, anyone. As he began to black out, he felt the liquid start to shift, and he was carried in a direction, eventually exposed to the open air as he fell into a puddle of the sticky syrup…

-

Victoria sighed, still feeling the occasional involuntary twitch of her legs in response to the now third orgasm she was fighting.

"Alright, you've had enough I guess…" she relented, opening her legs and feeling the rush of cum ooze out of her. A noticeable lump slid out in the gush, and she smiled as she grabbed her phone.

"Say cheese!" Victoria giggled as a flash of light emitted from her phone's camera, taking a picture of the sorry sight laying in the puddle before her vulva.

She observed the photo, smiling as she saw a distinct little person sticking their head out of the white puddle, a waterfall of cum flushing out of her hole in the background.

"Definitely fucking myself to that later…" she smiled, as she tucked her phone away and dipped two fingers into the puddle, fishing out the protrusion and bringing it to her face.

"How's it going Kyle? Enjoy your swim?" she mocked, looking at the coughing man between her fingers.

"You're all covered in cum. Yummy…" she exclaimed, showing Kyle a familiar sight as she opened her mouth wide, giving him no time to react before he was plunged inside.

Kyle fought for solid ground within the steamy mouth, but the writhing mass of her tongue kept him laid flat, raising him up to the roof as she began to lick all over him, getting every minute drop of Mark's release with glee.

Once Kyle stopped tasting of man, Victoria was satisfied, and spat him out into her hand.

"You're such a good little toy! You beat your previous record, THAT was my hardest orgasm yet!" she cooed, trying to ignore her still throbbing pussy.

"Mark did really well, but you were my little star! I felt you the whole time, and I couldn't get enough." she exclaimed.

"Shame I gotta pass you off. I'm sure you'll find your way back to me though. I'll be waiting…" she teased, slowly pulling herself off the bed and adjusting her dress.

"Oops. Uh… I need to go to the bathroom…" she realized, as something dripped down her legs.

She held Kyle tight as she ran to the door, opening it with speed as she was about to throw herself out of it.

"Ah! Heather!" Victoria jumped, surprised her roommate was waiting outside.

"Jesus Vic, you scared the shit out of me. Where's Kyle, your turn is up." Heather inquired with impatience.

"Oh, uh, here, just take him, I gotta go to the bathroom." Victoria responded, lazily dropping Kyle almost too fast for Heather to catch him, but luckily she managed to just in time.

Heather sighed with relief, turning to see Victoria disappear into the bathroom.

She looked into Victoria's open room, and was overcome with disgust as she noticed a puddle in the middle of her bed, as well as a pair of panties strewn near them.

"Jesus, what did *hic* she do to you…" the slightly drunken titaness hiccuped, looking at the shiny, now naked tiny in her hands. He simply looked up at her with a blank expression, too traumatized to register his surroundings.

Heather frowned, before stepping towards the stairs, walking down them with Kyle held gently in her hand.

She made her way to the living room, where the other three girls awaited.

"Alright, Heather it's your turn now. We're not gonna bother spinning the bottle, obviously, but we're gonna finish out the last of this vodka with shots to keep it fun…" Cynthia stammered, struggling to pour the shots without spilling.

"Where's Victoria?" Kayla asked, noticing her absence.

"I think she's… cleaning up…" Heather shuddered with disgust, before taking a seat in the circle.

"How's the twerp?" Sydney giggled, trying to peer into Heather's hand.

"Struggling." she responded bluntly, trying to protect him from any more abuse.

"Lemme see…" Sydney drunkenly clamored, swiping towards Heather's hand, but Heather held it above her head and scowled at Sydney.

"Back off Syd!" Heather scorned, pushing her friend away.

"Ugh, fine, calm down you psycho!" Sydney growled as she caught her footing.

"Yeah Heather, be nice. Stop getting all protective over Kyle, who's side are you on?" Kayla scolded, catching Sydney and guiding her down.

"Alright, alright, stop fighting and get ready for shots. Vic can just take hers when she's done. Ready?" Cynthia asked, getting a nod from the girls.

"I'm already so drunk…" Sydney moaned, hesitantly picking up the glass.

The other girls did the same, and waited for Cynthia's call.

"Alright, three… two… one…" she said. "Shots!"

Heather coughed, the dryness in her throat amplified by the fresh intake of alcohol. Her once slightly flushed face had turned into a burning sensation, and her vision was beginning to cross.

"Ugh. Alright, Heather, what're you gonna do with Kyle?" Kayla asked, fighting her own shot.

Heather thought for a moment as she felt the tiny form in her closed hand.

"... I'm gonna take him up to my room." she responded, getting a collective sing-song "Ooo."

Heather blushed, about to contest the girls opinions, but realizing it was probably better to stay quiet.

She got up from her seating, holding Kyle tight as she began to walk towards the stairs.

"You've got thirty minutes Heather!" Cynthia shouted, before returning to her conversation with the other girls.

Heather released her grip on Kyle, instead holding him in her open palm as she looked intently at him, trying to maintain her balance as she drunkenly stepped up the stairs.

"Boo!" Victoria shouted, aimed towards Heather's hands, breaking her from her trance as the ravenette giggled, continuing to walk down the stairs.

Heather scowled, looking back at Victoria as she joined the rest of the girls. "Sorry Kyle. Are you okay?" she asked, trying to focus on the miniature form within her hands.

Kyle was astonished. "She isn't… looking at me with malice?" he thought. "Oh shit!" he realized, quickly covering his groin as he had forgotten he was now naked.

Heather giggled as she made it into her room. "Sorry, I already saw it." she apologized, closing her door behind her and walking over to her bed. She hopped into it, sinking into the plush bedding and getting comfy. She adjusted herself until she was laying on her stomach, with her head at the foot of the bed, then reached her hand containing Kyle down towards the blanket before her. Kyle understood her intentions, and stepped off of her hand.

Heather paused, eventually beginning to speak.

"So… I'm sorry Kyle. I should've stopped the girls from doing all that to you. I shouldn't have participated, and I really shouldn't have enjoyed it. I don't know what came over me. Can you forgive me?" she asked sincerely, looking longingly at the tiny who still held a hand over his groin.

Kyle thought for a moment. She seemed genuine in her apology, and Kyle couldn't detect any foul play.

"I… I forgive you. I get how those girls can be, it's scary to go against them…" Kyle sighed, letting down his guard.

"Yeah, they're hella mean. I like them, don't get me wrong. But I didn't think they were capable of this…" Heather said with a saddened expression.

"Well at least it's over now." Kyle smiled, glad to be with someone who wasn't objectifying him for once.

"Yeah…" Heather smiled, but Kyle could sense a hidden emotion.

The two sat in silence, staring awkwardly at each other.

"...Hey Kyle… could I… put you in my mouth?" Heather asked bluntly.

Kyle blinked. No one had ever asked him before doing something like that. He thought hard. Did he really want to put himself through anything else tonight? But she seemed so genuinely sweet in her ask, as if it was just a point of curiosity.

He looked at Heather's lips. They were so plump, and the black lipstick that covered them gave way to a slight parting revealing her bright white teeth.

Of all the mouths he could be placed into, it was pretty enticing.

"What am I thinking…" he muttered, realizing how easily he was being swayed to letting himself be used once more. He needed to make a stand for himself.

"Okay." Kyle said. "Shit!" he thought. His mouth moved before his brain.

"R… really? You'll let me do that?" Heather asked, a surprised look on her pretty face.

"Yeah… I guess…" Kyle nervously agreed, hiding his reservations as he once again committed to something he shouldn't have.

"Are you sure… like, for real…" Heather continued.

"Yeah, I'm sure. You can put me in your mouth, for a little I guess…" Kyle sighed, looking up at the alternative giantess staring down at him. "Is that… drool?" he wondered, looking at her lips and seeing a shiny accumulation of liquid beginning to hang down. Just as he noticed it, she licked her lips, pulling it back inside.

"Wow… uh… okay. I don't even know how we start something like this…" Heather giggled awkwardly, reaching a hand towards Kyle.

"I guess, step on and I'll raise you up to my mouth… this is so surreal…" she laughed, laying her hand flat.

Kyle grabbed onto it, climbing into her palm, then the hand began to lift, eventually reaching Heather's face.

She adjusted herself while holding Kyle, until she sat upright, continuing to look down at him.

"So do you have… a fetish… for people like me? I mean, I heard what they were saying earlier... about the porn...." Kyle asked.

Heather turned beet red.

"I mean… um… yeah… is that weird?" Heather blushed.

"A little…" Kyle laughed, enjoying her embarrassment.

"Damnit. Ugh, I never thought I'd have this opportunity…" she nervously giggled, flustered beyond belief as she fanned her face with her free hand.

"Well… you're on a time limit… you better get started soon." Kyle explained, looking up into her giant eyes.

"Oh, right… uh… how about this, I'll stick out my tongue and… you… step on?" she stammered, still flushed red.

Kyle shrugged, and watched as the hand rose towards her lips. Once the hand settled, she looked down at Kyle, then closed her eyes, as her lips began to part, revealing her pearly whites in their entirety. He continued to watch, and saw something that felt almost alien to see. Her teeth parted, and from between them, a pink, slimy muscle began to slide its way out. Her tongue had a piercing, a silver ball in the middle of it, breaking up the monstrous expanse of bumpy pink flesh.

Eventually, the tongue found its way to the surface of the hand, settling down before him. Her breath reeked of vodka, a hot steamy wind blowing over Kyle as her mouth opened in its entirety. He could see all the way back into her gullet, the uvula indicating the beginning of her throats cavern…

"Mhm… Khyle, sthep ohn whemn you ready…" she struggled to say, dying inside at the embarrassment of the intimate act.

Kyle shuddered. As much as he was consenting to this act, it still brought back years of trauma of ending up in the mouths of giant girls. He shook his head, fighting his inhibitions as he reached a hand out to the mass of pink flesh and taste buds.

His hand made contact, covering it in a hot, slick liquid. It recoiled in response, before returning back to its spot.

"Sohrry, fheels wheird…" she giggled, blowing more gusts of hot air at Kyle, making his hair stick back behind his head.

He sighed, then grabbed a hold of the tongue, pulling himself on top of it as it twitched under his step. He crawled forward, using the taste buds like grips on a rock wall, eventually reaching the ball of her piercing.

"Ohkay, im gunna chlose my mhouth…" she said, the volume from this close being almost deafening.

Suddenly, the tongue began to move under Kyle, withdrawing into the dark cavern. He watched intently as her teeth quickly rose over him, passing him as her tongue retreated further, eventually settling into her mouth.

Her teeth began to close, and within moments, Kyle was trapped within Heather's mouth. He couldn't see, the only light coming through the cracks in her teeth, barely illuminating the cavern of dripping spit and thumping heartbeats.

He felt the environment shift, grabbing right onto the piercing as her head was clearly moving somewhere…

-

Heather was in absolute bliss. Her biggest fantasy was currently being enacted, as she held the tiny man within her mouth. She leaned back into her pillows, feeling them give under her back as she laid with her head still level, in order to avoid risking swallowing Kyle.

She laid still, taking in all the sensations. She could taste Kyle, and he kind of tasted… well… like cum. Male and female. She had Victoria to blame for that, but luckily it was barely noticeable. She could feel him sitting still, and realized something. She forgot to ask if it was okay if she played with him.

She pondered it for a moment. "He surely wouldn't mind… right?" she thought, her tongue growing tired of holding still.

She shrugged, the alcohol loosening her judgment. She figured he was in her mouth anyway, he must've understood that she'd toss him around a little. A smile crept upon her gothic lips, as she began to lift her tongue within her mouth...

-

Kyle felt the tongue shift, suddenly careening toward the ceiling of her mouth. Within moments, he was flattened against her palate, held still by her tongue. He coughed, a wad of spit finding its way into his mouth, tasting of mint and alcohol.

Suddenly, the tongue began to run along his body. He noticed a problem immediately. He was naked, and her tongue was very sensitive against his member. Within seconds, it stood to attention, swaying in each direction of the tongues movements.

"Uh… Heather!" he shouted, struggling against the alluring sensations as he quickly tried to get the situation to stop.

Clearly she couldn't hear him, as she continued to roll her tongue over his tiny body. He felt violated, as the slimy surface was akin to a tentacle caressing him, licking him with fervor.

"Heather!" he shouted once more in a panic. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself back, as his hips began to instinctually buck…

-

Heather sucked gently on the tiny form within her mouth, rolling her tongue over him and enjoying every little sensation as the tiny writhed within her mouth. This was just like the videos she watched… only in those, the tiny usually wasn't consenting to it.

"How lucky am I…" she thought, as she continued to toy with the person in her mouth.

She raised an eyebrow, as she felt a protrusion on the body of Kyle.

"Is he…" she thought. "Hard?"

She giggled, a further smile creeping upon her lips. "Well, I'll return the favor…" 

A warmth began to pool between her legs, and she reached a hand down to address the sensation…

-

Kyle felt the tongue grind against his wet, tiny body repeatedly, keeping him held tight against the roof of her mouth as it caressed him gently. He struggled to keep his mouth closed, avoiding swapping spit with the giantess, because as tantalizing as that idea was, he was tired of taking in fluids for the night.

The situation downstairs wasn’t getting any better, and his member was a little too happy with what was going on. He was leaking precum against his will, feeling the pittance of seed wash away instantly in the typhoon of spit.

*MMM*

A loud groan reverberated throughout Heather’s mouth, emanating from her esophagus. 

Kyle immediately recognized the sound. Heather was moaning, and it was deafening being so close to the source. He had a vague idea of what was happening outside, and it made it all the harder to hold himself back…

-

“Mmm…” Heather moaned, as her fingers found their way into her panties, reaching her folds and searching around for a certain something. An electric shock shot through her body, as she made contact with her love-button, and began to stroke.

She continued to suck and lick on the tiny in her mouth, targeting the protrusion as much as she could, beginning to just barely notice a new, sweet-and-salty concentration of taste emanating from it. She tried to stifle a giggle, as she wondered if the pitiful tiny within her mouth had already finished. She certainly hadn’t, and was sure Kyle was enough of a gentleman to let her get hers before she let him out.

She continued to rub her fingers fiercely along her clit, starting to let her drunken mind drift off to certain thoughts. Snippets of the videos she watched the night prior played through her mind, feeding her visuals of barbaric acts being committed to tinies. She hated that those videos turned her on so much. As long as she remembered, she always had a taboo desire to show her dominance on those weaker than her. The videos of giant girls toying with tinies was the best outlet for her newfound fetish, but they were rarely consensual; this was obvious by the too-real panic visible on their faces as they were stepped on, licked, sat on and even… swallowed.

Those videos were hard to find, because they were essentially snuff films. Tinies that went down rarely came back up in one piece, and she knew that all too well. She had to get real creative to find the websites that showed that content. But the idea, the total dominance of swallowing down a real live human… nothing got her off as hard as the thought of that. And now, she had Kyle, clearly enjoying his time in her mouth. She salivated at the thought, unknowingly starting to fill the chamber with an accumulation of spit, as her drunken mind slipped off into further perversions…

-

Kyle felt his lower half burn as he fought harder than he ever had in his life to not cum. The last thing he wanted to do was blow his load in the mouth of the one girl who may actually be genuinely understanding of his condition… even if she wanted to shove him in her mouth. But that task was growing impossible, as he felt his dick start to throb harder and harder.

He noticed something else growing in the mouth; her spit. What once was a light coating on her tongue, was now a sloshing pool occasionally submerging him. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it was hard to breathe when he was head-deep in spit.

The fire in his loins grew stronger, and before he could even attempt to block it out, his seed began to pump out, Kyle struggling to suppress groans as his dick disobeyed him and coated the giantesses tongue. It seemed to notice the offering, as it licked fervently at his rod, taking everything he was offering, no matter how hard he resisted.

*MMMM*

Another moan rang out in the chamber, indicating Heather was clearly pleased…

-

Heather tried to stifle her embarrassed smile. Kyle very clearly just released his load in her mouth, and she found it cute how quickly it happened. The taste was… delicious, something that surprised her since she usually found male ejaculate to be a little too salty for her preference. But this was almost too sweet, and she couldn’t get enough. Each lick elicited more and more, and she couldn’t suppress the moans of excitement that escaped her gullet.

“God, I drank too much…” she thought, surprised at her own audacity. Usually she needed a few dates before she let a guy do that…

She fell further into her mind, oddly thinking of the first ever tiny fetish video she watched as her pussy started to twitch with anticipation...

-

The video Heather was recalling, since removed, was a TikTok of a mean looking, dark-haired girl, who had clearly found a reduced-size ARSD sufferer, and had him held captive in her pocket. She pulled him out, then flipped the camera around as she brought the tiny to her face.

Heather felt another moan surface as she let her fingers sink into her, coating them in her flowing juices. She continued to recall the video, remembering the moment where the girl smiled, then blew the tiny on their back, giggling as they fell over. Within an instant, she violently licked the tiny up, pulling them into her mouth with a smile...

-

Heather sunk her fingers deeper, searching around for her favorite spot. Once she found it, an involuntary twitch shook through her body, and forced out yet another moan...

-

She returned her mind to the video, in which after the girl had taken the tiny into her mouth, she opened it, revealing the tiny panicking and trying to escape as he laid on her tongue, a visible look of absolute despair on his face. Just as he was about to make it past her teeth, they chomped violently, closing the tiny inside her mouth. Her lips closed once more and crept into a playful grin, hiding the tiny from the light of the world...

-

Heather felt a burning heat begin to grow in her loins, and her pace grew faster and faster as she grew closer than ever to release. She was in absolute heaven, the alcohol boosting the sensations she was feeling tenfold, as well as stifling her awareness of the situation, her body growing numb as she neared climax...

-

The girl within the video moved the phone down, past her chin, towards her neck. Initially, Heather was confused. Was she doing something with her mouth that she didn’t want on camera? Back then, she was just a naïve girl. But surely enough, the girl's throat looked like it was strained, preparing to do something. Heather turned up the volume, and was almost startled by the sound she heard.

*GULP*

-

Heather felt her walls start to clench around her fingers, as her orgasm began...

-

The girl in the video's throat bulged, a lump traveling down it as she did the unthinkable. Heather grew white, in denial about what she just saw. Did that girl just… swallow him? She was in disbelief, until the camera rose back up to the girl's face. She smiled, then stuck her tongue out. It was bare. The girl laughed, then stuck up a peace sign, and the video ended. That’s when Heather knew, that one day, she had to experience that for herself...

-

She began to ride out her release, falling into a drunken haze, wondering what it’d be like to be that girl… to swallow someone… to really take a person down her throat. Her drunken mind was amazed; it was almost as if she could feel a tiny person on her tongue, just like the video. Her mouth began to mimic the sensations, and the spit began to slide to the back of her mouth…

*GULP*

-

Kyle had fully succumbed to his climax, growing numb as his body shot out an impossible amount of cum into the endless dark expanse of spit and flesh. He was surprised to find himself enjoying being at the mercy of a giant girl for once, but he well and truly was. “Maybe she really is different…” he thought to himself with a smile on his face. Her licking had grown slower, as if she was satisfied with what he gave her… or if she forgot about him. Considering how feverish her moans were sounding, that was plausible. He felt like a voyeur, unable to avoid listening to her personal sounds as she clearly stimulated herself.

Suddenly, a cacophony of sounds escaped the gullet, as the environment twitched and jerked, sloshing Kyle and the spit around as he fought for stability. Heather was clearly reaching her own climax, and Kyle wondered when she’d let him out. She continued to moan, almost sounding like stifled screaming, making Kyle’s ears ring.

Eventually, the movements began to slow, crawling to a halt, as the mouth grew stable. But just as suddenly as that happened, things began to shift. At first, Kyle was lifted up slightly. But then things began to tilt… and tilt… and tilt… until him, and the spit that had accumulated to the point of filling her mouth almost completely, started to fall towards her throat, growing dangerously close to being swallowed. He tried to grab her tongue piercing, but his hand easily slipped off of the slick metal.

“She wouldn’t...” Kyle began. Before he could even blink, he heard a booming noise, feeling a pressure buildup in his ears as he felt his body get almost crushed by a constriction of muscle.

*GULP*

-

Heather panted, finally clearing her mouth of the spit that had built-up and been bothering her. She feverishly stimulated herself, her fingers growing sore with the speed and strength she was pleasuring herself at. She felt the alcohol hit her at its full strength, giving her a delightful buzz to pair with the electric feeling of a successful orgasm. She leaned back, closing her eyes and taking the sensations in, as her head felt like tv static.

She sighed, smiling as she finally let her hand relax, pulling it out of her underwear and resting it on the bed next to her.

“Fuck that was good…” she laughed, before feeling an odd tickle in her throat.

*GULP*

She forced the spit in her mouth down her gullet, hoping to clear the sensation, but it still remained.

*GULP*

It lessened slightly, but was still there, a little further down. She reached a hand to her throat, feeling where the protrusion was as she prepared for one final swallow, preparing as much spit as she could.

*GULP*

She sighed with relief, as the tickle finally disappeared. 

Heather shimmied further down the bed, laying flat and looking up at the ceiling as she bathed in the afterglow, closing her eyes in bliss. She yawned, feeling the alcohol drag her down, as well as the exhaustion from going at herself so hard. Another yawn attacked her, and she felt herself grow weary. Before she even realized it was happening, she fell asleep, a hand rested atop her stomach as it gurgled, rising and falling with each breath…

-

“Alright, there goes the timer. Who’s gonna go up and get Heather to bring Kyle down?” Cynthia asked, looking to the group. Within an instant, their fingers all found their noses, causing Cynthia to groan in annoyance.

“Really? Are we all still high-schoolers. Fuck off with that shit. Fine, I’ll go get her…” she sighed, lazily standing up. “Woah… fuck I’m drunk…” she grumbled, struggling to hold her balance as she reached her feet.

“One foot in front of the other…” she laughed, slowly making her way towards and up the stairs.

Eventually she made it up to the upstairs hallway, and grabbed the handle to Heather’s room. “Alright, Heather, times up…” she said, looking towards Heather’s bed.

“Ugh, no way she fell asleep…” she scowled, walking over to the bed as she reached a hand out.

“Heather! Wake up!” she yelled, shaking her roommate.

Heather awoke with a start, drool dripping down her lips as she flailed to an upright position. 

“Fuck, sorry… what time is it?” Heather stammered, wiping her face as she tussled her hair and looked around.

“It’s been thirty minutes since you took Kyle, so... it's almost midnight. What’s up, where’d you put him?” Cynthia asked.

“Oh, right… Kyle… he’s in my… mouth…” Heather began, reaching a finger into her mouth to feel around for the tiny.

“Heather?” Cynthia raised an eyebrow with slight concern.

“Um…” Heather began to panic, not feeling any sign of Kyle.

“Heather…” Cynthia grew more concerned, realizing what might have happened.

“Oh shit… I think I swallowed Kyle…” Heather nervously admitted, her voice shaky and her eyes beginning to water.

“Fuck.” Cynthia sighed, pinching her brow. “C’mon, to the bathroom. I’m gonna show you a little trick I learned for cheer…” she continued, dragging the now bawling Heather out of bed and out into the hallway…

Kyle screamed with all his might as he felt himself get pumped down a tight tube, barely able to move as it squeezed him down. "Goddamnit!" he yelled, as he could barely do anything to slow his descent to his doom.

He thought as hard as he could for a solution. With a hesitant grunt, he stuck his arms and legs out, pushing as hard as he could in every direction against the constricting muscle. With a sudden impact, he stopped in his tracks.

"What the fuck do I do now?!" he panicked. This was the first time he had ever been swallowed by a girl- no, anyone! And she didn't even seem to know she did it! The rumbling gurgle of her stomach acids was audible from below, a warning of what would happen if he fell even a few more inches down. Her heartbeat was slowly throbbing like a war drum, reminding him of how far he'd sunken.

He felt the throat continue to resist his efforts, as if it subconsciously registered Kyle as a morsel that didn't make its way down; which, in all honesty, is exactly what was happening.

Suddenly, the walls of the throat jerked, and Kyle was smothered within an instant with the smooth lining of the esophagus.

*GULP*

The tube constricted harshly against Kyle, dragging him slightly further down as he fought the herculean muscles.

*GULP*

“NO!” he shouted, starting to lose his grip as the walls tightened around him a second time, pulling him even further down, straining his limbs far past their limit.

*GULP*

And with that, Kyle grew too tired to resist, as the throat successfully pumped him down to her awaiting stomach. A tear fell down his face as he realized, this may be it for him.

He fell upon a tight opening, clearly the sphincter to her stomach, which then gave way, letting him free-fall into a giant chamber. With a loud splash, he sank into a pool of liquid, feeling an immediate tingle on his skin, as the acidic lake wasted no time consuming what it was presented with. Kyle thrashed to the surface, taking a deep panicked breath as he struggled to stay afloat in the bubbling fluid. Even breathing stung his lungs, as the combined mixture of acids and over-saturation of vodka attacked every cell in his body.

“Oh god… oh my god…” he stammered, fighting with the very concept of death as his skin transitioned from a soft tingle to a growing itch. Any attempt to escape the acid was futile, as her stomach walls were coated in a slick mucus that prevented him from gripping onto it,

The stomach sloshed violently with a sudden jolt of her body, forcing Kyle under once more. “HEATHER!” he shouted, his voice quickly dissipating into the fetid air of her stomach.

He tried to listen as he continued to treat acid, hoping to hear some indication of her realizing she’d made a mistake…

*SNORE*

Kyle was in disbelief. She was… asleep?

He hung his head. “I’m dying… aren’t I?” he thought to himself, as he lost all hope of survival…

-

“C’mon, sit in front of the toilet…” Cynthia ordered, dragging the sobbing alternative girl by the arm as she opened the bathroom door and pulled her in front of the porcelain seat.

Heather obeyed, falling to her knees as Cynthia opened the lid.

“Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do… this should work better since you’re already drunk… take two fingers…” Cynthia said gently, grabbing Heather’s hand and sticking out her index and middle finger.

“Open your mouth…” she said, Heather trembling as she opened her maw, a quiet murmur of panic escaping from it as tears rolled down her face.

“Shh… it’s okay, we’ll get him out. Put em’ in your mouth, and shove them as deep in the back of your throat as you can, okay?” Cynthia said, grabbing Heather’s hair, and pulling it back for her, gently petting her back…

-

Kyle heard the commotion outside, as well as dealt with the continued jumping of Heather’s stomach as she clearly was walking somewhere, but he had no clue what could actually be happening. Voices were just jumbled noises, and he was beginning to grow delirious from the fumes, stuck between a rock and a hard place as he could either drown in acid, or suffocate in the gasses. His eyes began to involuntarily close, and treading the acid became harder and harder.

Just as he felt the stomach constrict, and odd sounds emit from the throat above him, he grew too tired to keep fighting, and began to sink below the surface…

-

“That’s it, good girl… ugh, gross…” Cynthia cooed, gently petting Heather’s back as she gagged into the toilet.

“I… fuck… I see him…” Heather heaved, wiping her mouth as she leaned against the wall in exhaustion.

“Oh god, don’t make me fish him out…” Cynthia said, covering her mouth as she looked into the bowl. “Ew… ew… ew…” she complained, as she lowered two fingers into the toilet, pulling them out with a precise motion.

“Alright… come here you little fucker…” she sighed, bringing her hands to the sink as she ran the water, and plunged the tiny under them…

-

“WHA-” Kyle gurgled, suddenly awoken by being showered in a cold stream of water, held tight by someones fingers. “Where am I?!” he panicked, struggling to see his savior. Eventually the water turned off, and he opened his eyes to see… Cynthia?

-

“Hey, twerp. You’re lucky I saved your ass, Hungry Hippo over here was gonna keep you for lunch if I didn’t wake her up.” Cynthia smirked, looking at the pale and sweaty woman splayed out on the floor.

“Let me go…” Kyle pleaded, looking up at the blonde with desperate eyes.

“I could… but I mean… there’s nothing stopping me from putting you back where I like you… I could always tell my boyfriend you went back to normal and went home…” Cynthia grinned.

“Ooh, maybe I’ll shove you up my ass and plug you in, then I’ll fuck the shit out of him when he gets back! Wouldn’t that be so embarrassing? Being stuck deep inside of your buddies girl as he gets some, with no idea you’re in there?” she continued, poking at Kyle within her hand.

“Cynthia… stop… give him here… he’s had enough…” Heather struggled, an occasional aftershock causing her to struggle not to gag.

Cynthia rolled her eyes.

“Fine. But if you eat him again, I’m not helping a second time. You’re lucky I’m nice Kyle…” she sighed, stepping over to Heather and sticking him in her outstretched hands. They were covered with sweat, and were still trembling.

Cynthia walked out without a further word, leaving Heather and Kyle alone.

-

The two remained in silence, so many thoughts and feelings being exchanged with a mere absence of words.

Eventually, Heather broke the ice.

“Kyle… I’m so fucking sorry… I shouldn’t have put you in there… I… I…” Heather stammered, tears continuing to roll down her eyes, spreading her makeup in dark black streams.

Kyle stared at her. She was genuinely sorry. But how many times in his life could he be treated like a toy, or forgotten about, before it spelled his death?

“Heather… I almost died.” he sighed, still feeling his skin tingle from the acidic burns.

“I know, I know… I didn’t mean to swallow you, I just… I got so caught up and I was so drunk that I forgot… I know it’s no excuse…” she cried, wiping her eyes as tears kept streaming down.

Kyle couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. He pinched his brow.

“It’s… alright. Just don’t do it again, okay?” he smiled, looking up at her face. Her sobbing frown slowly lifted into a weak smile, as a light giggle escaped her mouth.

“Okay… I promise I won’t.” she responded, looking sweetly at Kyle.

Suddenly, a loud cheer was heard downstairs, as the sound of male voices emanated throughout the hallway. “Shit, the boys are back!” she cursed, quickly raising up to the sink as she looked at her face in the mirror.

“Here Kyle, one sec…” she grumbled as she set him down on the closed toilet lid, as she grabbed some cleansing wipes and began to scrub at her face.

“Uh… Heather…” Kyle began. “I’m… still naked…” he laughed. Then he remembered.

“Wait, look at the floor! Victoria threw my clothes down there earlier!” he called out, causing Heather to pause and look down at her feet.

“Here they are!” she said with a smile, as her twenty-twenty vision helped her pinch the clothes between her nails, lifting them towards Kyle and dropping them on the lid. He quickly shoved them on, ignoring that they smelled like lightly of feet and ass, as Heather returned to scrubbing at her face.

“Alright, I look ugly as shit without my makeup but at least I don’t look like I was crying…” she giggled, throwing the wipes in the trash.

Kyle finished securing his shirt, and looked up at the giant woman.

“Actually, you’re still cute without the makeup.” Kyle laughed, noticing her striking natural features.

Heather blushed, covering her face as she hid her smile.

“You’re just being nice… but thank you. I think you’re pretty cute too… even at normal size…” she teased, shooting Kyle a wink.

“Yo, where’s Kyle at?!” the two heard from downstairs.

“Alright, you ready to go back down?” Heather asked, holding her hand out to Kyle.

“Ready as ever…” Kyle sighed, stepping on to her hand.

-

The two made their way downstairs, with Kyle held in Heather’s hands as she slowly made it down the steps. A familiar face awaited them, as Luke looked up at Heather.

“Hey buddy! Have a good time with the girls?” Luke called out, clearly wasted.

Kyle paused for a moment. He noticed Cynthia just behind Luke, staring daggers at his tiny body. She mouthed something. “Don’t… say… a word.” he read.

He thought long and hard.

“I had a great time…” he said, his hand clenched behind his back as Cynthia let out a satisfied "hmph," walking off towards the rest of the group.

“I bet you did!” Luke laughed, holding his hand out for Heather to pass him over.

She did so, giving Kyle a gentle smile, before she joined the rest of the group, waving goodbye as she walked away.

“So… you and Heather, huh?” Luke grinned.

“I guess so?” Kyle shrugged. If only Luke knew.

“Let’s get you home…” Luke stumbled, trying to keep his balance as he drunkenly stepped towards the door.

“I’d like that…” Kyle sighed, laying flat in Luke’s palm and closing his eyes.

Nights like this, he was just glad to be alive…

“Wow, that all sounds… very hard. I’m surprised you still function as well as you do considering what you’ve been through.” a voice said to Kyle, breaking him out of his trance.

“Well, I guess… I’ve kind of just got thick skin. It’s the way of the world for people like me.” Kyle sighed, scratching the back of his head as he laid back on the couch.

“And you don’t think being mistreated by women all your life has led to any issues with how you see them?” she continued.

“Not really… those girls… they’re monsters on their own. I’ve been treated badly by dudes too. Besides, I’m able to talk to you just fine, right Ms. Harris?” Kyle laughed.

“Please, call me Angela. It’s rare to address a therapist by their formal name. I want you to feel comfortable, especially after making such a big step by coming here.” Angela assured adjusting her glasses, then crossing her legs and leaning back.

“Right. But, yeah, they put me through a lot… and it kind of sucks that I can’t do anything about it… and the nightmares are hard to deal with… and honestly, I'm already seeing improvement, it's just… the memories of those times, they still get to me…” Kyle explained.

“I understand. You mentioned the new girl you’re seeing… does she elicit those feelings within you, consciously, considering what happened?” Angela asked.

“Sometimes. But it’s not her fault, she’s not the same as those girls. She respects me, both ways. She understands how I feel.” Kyle smiled.

“And your sexual relationship? If you don’t mind me asking…” Angela inquired, writing down notes.

“Well, we’re taking it slow, but honestly… I’ve never felt better about it in my life. Like I said, she’s respectful, tiny or not.” Kyle replied.

“That’s wonderful. Well Kyle, for our second session, I would say you did very well. I’d like to dive more into what happened and try and dig deep at some of these deep-rooted issues you seem to have. My hope is that with time, you may come to find you never even think about those moments anymore. This new relationship seems healthy, and if she’s as willing to participate in romantic, as well as sexual acts with you at your smaller size as you said, you may be able to reclaim control over that part of your life once more…” Angela elaborated, beginning to stand up.

“That sounds… good.” Kyle sighed, doing the same.

“Thank you for being so open and honest, Kyle. You made a very big step today. Please, don’t hesitate to call if there’s any emergencies, and I’ll see you at our next session. Have Kelly book your follow-up on your way out. Take care!” Angela smiled, shaking Kyle’s hand and motioning for him to leave the room. He did so, meeting up with the receptionist and exchanging back and forth as he got his next appointment scheduled…

-

Kyle leaned back, feeling the breeze as he walked along the city streets. There was a pep in his step, and well and truly, he felt unstoppable. Luke was right. Therapy was going great, and he had more control over his emotions and trauma than he ever had before. Hell, he even found a training program that helped mitigate ARSD incidents.

He continued to walk, looking at all the pedestrians passing by and taking in the vibe of his artsy city. The bustling streets sounded of happy conversations and speeding vehicles, with beautiful stores on every flank. The world had so much color that he failed to see until now. It was captivating, and he grew distracted.

Suddenly, he felt himself collide with another person, knocking him back into reality. “I’m so sorry!” he apologized, looking up to see who he collided with. His heart dropped.

A blonde girl, holding a cup of coffee that almost spilled. Someone he knew very well, inside and out some could argue, was standing before him, a scowl on her face that then changed to one of curiosity.

Cynthia looked into his eyes with that curious expression, seeming almost shocked. Her bright blue eyes looked at him with intensity, a natural response she possessed towards those who inconvenience her. The two stood still, not daring to move.

“Oh… hey Kyle…” Cynthia began with a toying tone, starting to smirk. Her posture grew tall, as if she was making herself larger to intimidate him.

Kyle paused for a moment. “Breathe… describe your surroundings… calm down…” he thought. “She has no power over you…” he continued, collecting himself.

He let out a sigh, then stood up straight.

“Hey Cynthia! Good to see you. I’d stay and talk, but I gotta go, you have a good one. Tell Luke I said hi!” he said with a confident smile, before walking off.

Cynthia stared at Kyle as he walked away, confused by his reaction. “Huh.” she muttered. This wasn’t the Kyle she remembered. He didn’t even seem scared. Why did that bother her so much?

"Hey, Cynthia, what's up? Who was that?" Kayla asked, walking up to Cynthia with Victoria and Sydney in tow.

"That was Kyle..." she answered, getting a collective pique of interest from the girls.

"Really? Aw, I missed him..." Victoria pouted.

"Did he say anything to you?" Sydney asked, puzzled by Cynthia's expression.

"He told me to have a good one, and say hi to Luke..." she grumbled, visibly annoyed.

"He wasn't mad?" Kayla inquired, looking back towards the direction Kyle went in.

"I guess not?" Cynthia said, her brow furrowed. "Let's get going..." she ordered, as the girls began walking to their next destination.

"Whatever..." she huffed, trying to forget about the interaction. Little did Kyle know, nothing killed Cynthia's ego more than kindness...

-

Kyle continued walking down the street, a wide grin on his face. He gleefully stepped along, eventually stopping in front of a restaurant, then walked inside. The place was packed, with tables full and the chatter loud, with the occasional sound of clanging plates and clinking glasses.

He talked to the hostess, and she directed him to a table, at which a familiar face was sitting, her dark attire contrasting with the bright white tablecloth on top of the table.

“Hey Kyle! You were almost late for our date… naughty boy…” a feminine voice called out playfully, a boot kicking his seat out for him to sit down.

“Sorry Heather, ran into someone on the way…” he laughed, taking his seat, settling down and letting out a satisfied sigh as he rested his legs.

“Oh? Who was it? Someone I know?” Heather asked, brushing her now blue side of her hair out of her face as she reached a hand out to touch his.

“No-one special. I’m hungry, let’s eat!” Kyle smiled, holding her hand back as they looked at the menu.

The two made their orders, and after a long wait, began eating their meal. They exchanged conversation, laughing as they revealed details about their day. They eventually finished, then left the restaurant, heading down to the riverwalk as the sun began to set...

-

The two continued to walk hand in hand along the river, giggling as they talked and talked until their voices grew hoarse. The light shone off of the water, illuminating the area with a dazzling brilliance only a painting could portray.

Heather, holding Kyle's hand, turned and faced him. Her body was as beautiful as always, as her elegant black dress swung in the wind, her eyes remaining steadfast as they looked into Kyle's, ignorant of the wind blowing her split-color hair into them.

"Hey Kyle… I love you." Heather smiled sweetly, feeling overwhelmed by the luck she had at meeting such a sweet and strong person.

"I love you too." he replied, running his thumb along her hand as he made loving eye-contact. She leaned forward, closing her eyes as she neared Kyle's face. He returned the favor, and the two shared a loving kiss.

"Don't eat me this time…" he pulled away and joked.

"Shut up… or I just might…" she giggled, pulling him back into the kiss.

For once in Kyle’s life, he didn’t feel small.