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When out for drinks with his two best female friends, a short guy named Ray confesses that he's a masochist who has a special desire to be spat on by giantesses. This unleashes something in one of his friends, Abbie, who explores the web and finds a way to use magic to make Ray's dreams of being shrunk and spat on come true. She also brings their mutual friend Taryn in for the fun. Abbie is a meek nerd, whilst Taryn is a sporty tomboy. However different they may be, they both want to go to great lengths to give Ray exactly what he wants, even if it means pushing him past his comfort zone.
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ADDITIONAL TAG: SPIT/SALIVA
Categories: Giantess,
Young Adult 20-29,
Feet,
Humiliation,
Mouth Play,
Vore Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Minikin (3 in. to 1 in.)
Size Roles: FF/m
Warnings: This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 5
Completed: No
Word count: 5950
Read: 8661
Published: July 21 2023
Updated: April 08 2024
It was just the three of them sitting in the otherwise empty
tavern Sunday afternoon. First there was Ray. He was 5’3, had brown hair, and
was generally plain in his appearance. What was unique about Ray was his secret
fantasies. He wanted to be at the mercy of beautiful women, and he wanted to be
treated poorly. He was an absolute masochist, and being on the shorter side
only made him feel more inferior to tall women. Most of all, he had a thing for
saliva. A most unusual kink, but the idea of being coated in the spit of
gorgeous women was a dream come true for him.
Sitting on Ray’s left was Taryn. She was a tomboy type
and really into every kind of sport; gymnastics, swimming, weightlifting. Taryn
would even take up Scottish caber tossing if it was practical. Her fitness
clearly had a great impact on her appearance, keeping her looking even more
beautiful than most of the other girls the two of them went to college with. She
was 5’8 and had shoulder length black hair. More noticeable was Taryn’s wide
ass, which wouldn’t have been possible if not for hours of squatting heavy
weights. Despite her beauty however, Taryn had other habits that many found to
be unsavory. She had a tendency to bite her nails under tension, she would pick
her nose (and secretly eat it when she knew that nobody was looking), and even
dipped her fingers under her armpits to sample to smell of her salty sweat. Ray
wasn’t inclined to admit it to her face, but this only made Taryn more
attractive to him. To make Taryn appear just a little more gross, her breath
wasn’t the most pleasant. She loved rich flavors in her food and was always
trying exotic dishes heavily laden with spices. Even now she was eating a
Moroccan style lamb burger with a vinegary chutney. The food made Taryn’s
breath extra smelly, with hints of garlic and paprika. This never stopped Ray
taking secret whiffs now and again.
On Ray’s right was Abbie. In many ways she was Taryn’s
opposite. A very meek girl with a hidden wild side that rarely ever came to the
surface. Even Taryn and Ray, who she considered to be her best friends, rarely
saw that side of her if there weren’t abnormal circumstances. Everything else
about her was otherwise generic for the nerd type. She loved League of Leagues,
Call of Duty, Naruto, One Piece, and countless other multiplayer games and
anime series. Abbie stood at 5’7, also taller than Ray, had long red hair
usually tied into a ponytail, and an average figure. What stood out most were
her breasts. Abbie could have passed for a stereotypical busty bimbo if she
wore more revealing clothing and laid down her makeup more heavily. Ironic that
deep down inside there was something even freakier than what you’d expect in a
woman of that appearance. All Abbie needed now was an excuse to let loose and
show off who she really was again.
The three friends were several drinks into their session
and the topic of sex came up. Neither Abbie nor Ray had anything to report, but
Taryn wasn’t sparing a single detail on her latest erotic adventure.
“You wouldn’t believe this guy. It was fucking great,”
she said, “he was only like 5’5 and a total submissive. I had him under my
thumb. I got on top of him and grinded all over his crotch and held him down by
the shoulders. He gave me all the power. He was loving it more than I was!
Gosh, I wish I could have that more often. Most of the guys I hook up with
wanna be the on in control, making demands of me and all that.”
Listening to this really turned Ray on. Taryn was
effectively a platonic friend only by this point, but he couldn’t deny how
attractive he found it. The story had him mentally placing himself beneath
Taryn as she rode him, barked orders at him, called him humiliating names. What
aroused him even more was thinking about Taryn spitting all over him, a big
ball of spit hitting him with every downward thrust on his cock.
Given that he was approaching inebriation himself, Ray
brought up his own desires.
“I won’t lie, I’m pretty envious of that guy, Taryn.”
His forwardness took both Taryn and Abbie by surprise,
their eyes were now stuck to him as he continued.
“Yeah. I admit it, I’m a masochist. I love the idea of
being submissive. I wanna be at the mercy of beautiful women. I’d even like to
be a few inches tall and dominated and spat on… by you two even.”
Ray’s last couple of words awoke something in Abbie. As
Ray continued sharing all that he was into, she took down mental notes galore.
She had an exciting plan and needed to speak with Taryn alone when their
drinking night was over.