Managing having roommates while also occasionally shrinking was not an easy task, and that was something that Jane knew very well.

When Graham and Bella had become Jane’s roommates, she was elated. She was far too awkward to flirt with either of the attractive people she found herself living with, but the eye candy was pleasant. A few months later, when the two had sat Jane down and revealed that they were dating, she felt like it was a blessing and a curse. She’d kill to be the filling in that sandwich, but wouldn’t ever impose on the couple, despite her crush on either of them.

She didn’t know that they were about to impose on her.

The shrinking spurt had happened randomly, unfortunately in the couple’s room. Jane had snuck in to borrow a pair of socks, and was leaning over the laundry hamper when it hit her. The world grew larger at a staggering rate, and she was falling, straight down into the basket of semi-clean clothes.

While shrinking episodes were absolutely nothing new, shrinking in Graham and Bella’s room was. The two didn’t even know of Jane’s condition, and as she struggled to right herself in the worn fabric, she tried not to panic.

The threads of the fabric around her were impossibly large, seeming more like ropes than strings. Piles of black clothing rose high above her on all sides, the ceiling light overhead so far away that it looked like a tiny sun.

Jane managed to sit up, taking in a shaky breath. This wasn’t necessarily bad-

An impossibly loud thud sounded in the distance.

And then another.

A looming figure eclipsed the light overhead, looking like a mountain had just shifted into Jane’s vision. She barely had a second to catch a glimpse of Graham, still damp from the shower, before his hand shot out, grabbing up the bundle of fabric she was in. Everything became a void of black as she was thrown about in the fabric, the world spinning as it was crushed then unfolded.

When Jane managed to open her eyes, directly above her was Graham’s cock, still slightly slick from the shower. Small beads of water rolled down his muscular thighs, stretching up impossibly high in the sky. Jane was directly between his legs, and it was all she could do to swallow nervously.

She was in the direct center of his boxers.

The two thighs on either size of her looked like living mountains, the heat wafting off the giant’s skin comparable to a sauna. G-forces pinned Jane down to the rough fabric of the giant’s briefs as he jerked them up. She couldn’t even twist to a more comfortable position as she was shoved against the giant’s crotch.

Two heavy balls hung above her, the distance closing rapidly as Graham completed the simple action of making sure his boxers were snug. Jane was nestled tightly between his cock and balls, the amount of flesh around her microscopic form almost suffocating. All she could smell was the scent of his sweat and the faintest hint of pine body soap, but that was the last thing on her mind as he took his first step, the motion causing his massive balls to roll up her body, smothering her under the tanned wrinkly skin.

Jane pushed her arms up, her hands just sinking into the soft flesh. Any type of fighting seemed to just envelop her more, as she fought against the heavy churning mass above her with all her strength.

Something massive pinned against her back, suddenly pushing her harshly into the ballsack. She was dragged against it, mouth sputtering as her tongue caught the salt of his sweat, her tiny body being dragged against every inch with a massive fingertip. The simple act of adjusting the itch on his sack threw Jane into pandemonium.

The weight returned to her body as the fingers retreated, and she didn’t even get a moment to catch her breath before he took his first step, her entire world shaking. The heavy balls over her rolled over her with each step, feeling like a full body massage. She fought against every instinct to struggle - even her heaviest kicks and shoves just felt like a tickle to the unaware man, and she didn’t want the probing fingers to return.

Everything stilled for a moment, in the sense that Graham was no longer walking. His heavy sack continued to shift over her, though, the skin flexing involuntarily. It was almost as if it was trying to thoroughly envelop her, to touch every inch of her naked skin it could. The scent of his musk flooded her nose, all her senses being utterly overwhelmed by him.

“I don’t know why you put those on, you know I’m just going to tear them right off,” a voice purred. The sound would have been deafening if it was any closer, but the layers of flesh and fabric muffled the voice to where it was audible.

Bella.

Jane stilled, unable to struggle much under the weight of Graham's balls anyway, and realized things were about to get very chaotic.

The world was flung into motion once more, before a heavy weight settled over Jane. Sitting on the edge of his bed, if she had to guess, the pressure from the heavy balls on top of her increased as the rest of Graham's weight settled on top of her. Her instincts kicked into overdrive, struggling as hard as she could, but the pressure was so she could barely move. Her limbs just sunk further into the wrinkly flesh conformed around her.

Light soon filtered into her vision, the weight on top of her easing as she was tumbled around by Graham sliding off her boxers. Her dazed mind hoped she’d be knocked loose, recover on the ground, and scramble to safety, but Jane never did have the best luck. She opened her eyes, her face still damp from Graham’s sweat.

Hanging over her was Graham’s thick cock, a monster at a normal human height, but easily a dozen times her height now. At a fourth of an inch tall, with Graham’s cock having to push seven inches, she felt like she was stuck to the base of a redwood tree. A thin layer of sweat kept Jane glued in place to Graham’s balls, right underneath the base of the gigantic dick.

Bella’s manicured fingers were wrapped around her boyfriend’s dick, the monster basically dwarfing her hand. Even her littlest finger was several times Jane’s height. Before her, all Jane could see was the valley of Bella’s cleavage, the woman evidently knelt down before her lover.

Jane couldn’t remember if the tits always had looked this big, but right now her cleavage looked like a canyon. Despite the musky air and awkward situation addling her mind, Jane managed to think about how nice it’d be to be tiny between them, surrounded by the plush boobs on all sides.

She didn’t have the time to linger on it for long though, as Bella didn’t hesitate, taking Graham's length into her mouth. From her angle, Jane could see the giantess swirling her tongue around the swollen head of the cock, lapping up any drops of pre-cum she teased out.

Graham let out a breathy moan, the noise reverberating through his body, shaking Jane lightly. The jolt made her tear her eyes off the sight before her, and work on pulling her limbs loose from the sheen of sweat that plastered her to the giant’s manhood. Bella pursed her lips, slowly sliding down Graham's length, the looming pink lips coming closer and closer to Jane. The tiny woman froze, her struggles pausing as Bella eclipsed everything else in her view.

Bella drew back, carefully teasing her lips along his cock until she pulled it out with a pop. She gave it a small kitten lick, fluttering her eyelashes up at her lover. Graham groaned, and Jane could feel the balls under her swell a little, his cock rising more to attention overhead. A bit of pre-cum dribbled out of his slit, spilling down his length. A small sliver of creamy white dropped down onto Jane's chest, the musky smell absolutely invading her senses.

Bella darted her tongue from between her plush lips, smiling coyly up at her lover as she traced down the length of his cock, following the small stream of pre-cum. She lapped it all up, and Jane could only watch as the pink tongue grew closer and closer. It was almost alien at this size, she could see every ridge and bump, speeding down towards her faster than she could comprehend.

In a heartbeat, it was on top of her, the slimy tongue, still slick with cum, ran over Jane's naked body. It felt like a full body massage, grinding her deeper into Graham's balls as she lapped up the rest of his pre. Jane shut her eyes, half overstimulated by the rough pressure on her tits, the dripping saliva falling into her face. She sputtered slightly, getting a mouthful of spit and cum, and she had barely any time to process it before the tongue pried her loose.

Bella smiled, pulling away from her lover, entirely unaware of the tiny woman she had just swept up into her mouth. Jane was thrown into chaos, the tongue pushing her up against the hard roof of Bella's mouth as she swallowed. Gallons of spit and cum rushed past Jane, swept down the void of Bella's throat with an audible gulp. The tongue dropped flat in her mouth, and Jane scrambled to her feet, trying to find purchase on the slick surface.

Light flooded the mouth, and she whipped around in time to see Bella's lips part. Beyond was the absolutely monolithic sight of Graham's cock, the gaping slit still leaking out bits of white. She had no time to process this; Bella took Graham's cock back in her mouth with a ferocity. The hard rod knocked Jane off her feet, pressing her down into the tongue as Graham thrust into his lover's mouth, unaware of the struggling figure that was damn near close to tipping him over the edge.

Jane was dragged up and down his length as Bella bobbed her head on his cock, pushing her tongue up into it. Despite herself, Jane's mouth slipped open, now full of the salty taste of his cum. If she weren't indestructible, she'd have been reduced to a red little stain long ago, swirled away into spit and swallowed forever. Instead, she was just ground into it, a small sparking sensation for the two giant lovers that they didn't even know was there.

Jane was flipped so she was on her stomach, one of the bumps on Bella's tongue coming up to grind between her legs. Despite the chaos, Jane couldn't help but moan, the stimulation against her clit sending her into a wave of bliss. She managed to move a hand between her legs, plunging two fingers inside of herself. If the others were going to get off, she may as well too.

She continued to pleasure herself as Bella teased her tongue around Graham's cock, his thick member throbbing harder the more she played with it. Her tongue came up to tease his slit, inadvertently plastering Jane onto the swollen red head of the cock, just a few relative feet from falling into the gaping slit. It flexed, the droplets of pre-cum now having turned into a river, and a rapid wave of ecstasy flooded her body as Jane came. Her slick was lost amongst the saliva and cum that threatened to drown her, and she slumped back against the skin.

It was all she could do to hold on while Bella worked her lovers length, her lips clamping down tightly. Jane felt the blood rush underneath her, like a spark going off before thin ropes of white shot into the cavern of Bella's mouth, coating her tongue and dripping down her throat. Graham let out a heavy moan as he came, the noise positively shaking Jane as she watched the waterfall of cum disappear down into Bella's stomach.

The giantess pulled off her lover, lip darting out to catch any stray cum. The light of the room was nearly blinding to Jane, and she blinked hazily. Now, she just needed a way to alert the others she was there, or make a sneaky exit. The sky was eclipsed once more as Bella rose to her feet, leaning in to kiss her lover, the two giants looking more like celestial bodies than people.

Before she could even think to move, Graham's foreskin shifted, crashing forward like a bulldozer. Jane barely managed to avoid being pushed headfirst into the slit, right before tons of skin pinned her to the still swollen cockhead. The foreskin held her down like a weighted blanket, she couldn't even budge an inch. Remnants of cum and sweat soaked into her skin and hair, the salty taste still flooding her mouth.

Over her, she could hear the distant sounds of her roommates making out. A heavy pressure settled over her, grinding her deeper into the cock - if she had to guess, Bella had sat on Graham's lap to continue their night of fun.

Jane realized she wasn't getting out of this anytime soon.

(And she didn't exactly mind.)

In a normal situation, she'd never be shrunk for longer than a few hours. Jane's shrinking spurts were random, she'd dwindle down to two inches or smaller as if the universe had a sudden whim to see her struggle. Eventually she'd pop back to normal, her full five foot four stature returning as if nothing had ever happened.

There was one small issue, though.

She could only grow back if she had enough room to do so.

And so, trapped in the musky prison of Graham's foreskin, she knew there would be no returning to normal until she managed to struggle herself free. Bits of cum on the reddened, sensitive cockhead began to dry, further cementing her to Graham's tip. Even if she didn't have his heavy folds of skin crushing her, Bella was still perched on his lap, adding more tons of pressure to the small woman's position.

Eventually it eased, everything being jostled around slightly as the two giant lovers situated themselves. The skin over Jane was still overwhelming, there was no room to even attempt to struggle. The entire world shook around her as the man adjusted, pressure releasing for just a bit before he changed his angle - laying down, if Jane had to guess. She couldn't see a single thing from her position. But she felt it vividly when Graham cuddled up behind Bella, her ass grinding down on his dick as the two of them got settled for bed.

They fell asleep spooning, entirely unaware of the tiny woman crushed in between them. Jane was stuck the entire night, the scent of sweat and cum hanging heavy in the air like humidity, the overwhelming pressure of Bella's ass pinning her down firmly. At one point Jane tried to struggle, and only got a sharp twitch of Graham's cock in response. The man ground further into his lover, and Jane froze, not wanting to prompt another lovemaking session from her inadvertent stimulation.

She managed to fall asleep at one point, spent from her own orgasm and the turbulent night. Despite the situation, she slept soundly, only to be rudely awakened by a bright gleam of light. Jane blinked her eyes hazily, finding her body still stuck to the skin of Graham's tip, but now freely exposed to the air.

Looking down, there was a hand the size of a bus wrapped around Graham's dick. He slowly pumped his member, thick fingers pushing up and causing his foreskin to steamroll over Jane once more. After a second, he pulled down, dragging her down slightly and exposing her again. Before Jane could even think to yell, make some sort of movement or noise to alert him, the process repeated. The plush skin underneath her turned rigid and hard as he worked his dick, small bits of precum dribbling out of his gaping slit. Jane opened her mouth to call out, and all she got was a mouthful of cum for her trouble. She sputtered, unable to spit out enough of the sticky substance before more dripped over her.

"I think Jane's out for the day - Oh, you started without me?"

Bella's booming voice paused Graham's motions, giving Jane just enough time to blink the cum from her eyes to look over. Clad in just a tank top and panties, Bella's curvy frame filled the door, leaning against it casually as she eyed her lover. She raised an immaculate eyebrow, stepping into the room with an exaggerated swish of her hips. She was no doubt showing of for Graham, but in the moment Jane could only think of how titanic she seemed. She only grew larger as she stepped closer, looming terrifyingly over the bed.

"You're more than welcome to join me," Graham practically purred.

Jane's struggles began anew, attempting to pull herself out of the sticky mess on the head of Graham's cock. The entire world trembled as Bella hauled herself onto the bed, and Jane froze as all the light above her was eclipsed. She always knew Bella had a nice ass - she had checked it out more than once before - but at this size it took up her entire range of vision. There was the barest hint of blue panties wedged up in there, swallowed by the cavern of her ass. Jane only had a moment to admire it before it crashed down, the simple act of Bella sitting in her lover's lap crushing Jane's entire world.

Bella situated herself so Graham's hard cock was pressed against his stomach, and she slowly dragged herself up, grinding her clothed heat up against him. Silky fabric scrapped over Jane, dragging her back and forth in the growing puddle of cum, pressing her further down into the spongy skin. It only took a second for the underwear above her to grow damp, a new heady scent filling the air. It was as if the humidity increased tenfold, the undeniable scent of sex flooding all of Jane's senses.

Bella rose slightly, giving Jane a perfect view of two giant fingertips pushing her panties aside. The pussy hovering above her was soaking, immaculately maintained pubic hair already shining with Bella's slick. Bella tugged the panties to the side, crashing back down on top of Jane, running her wet folds over Graham's stiff cock. It was a whole new type of chaos, the heat from Bella's pussy positively sweltering, a few drops of her own cum falling down onto Jane. The tiny woman was drenched, unable to do anything as she was fucked down harder against the cock. The simple action of the two lovers grinding felt like a full body massage.

Jane could hear the sloppy sounds of a make out session far above her, barely heard over the sound of the pulse in Graham's cock. He stiffened slightly, thrusting his hips up into where his girlfriend was grinding her naked pussy over him, entirely immobilizing Jane under the pressure. It was as if he was trying to fuck Jane as much as he was Bella, the small twinge at the head of his dick releasing a new kind of pleasure that he was chasing eagerly. His cock head pushed up over her clit, Jane being shoved roughly against the wrinkly nub, eliciting a booming moan from Bella's lips. A new gush of wetness spurted from her core, the dampness loosening the sticky hold that Graham's cock had on Jane's body.

She could have been stuck between the two of them for hours or minutes, either way it would have felt the same. All Jane knew was Bella's wet heat above her, and the unrelenting steel of Graham below. Any cries for attention were drowned out with either of the giant's cum, and any struggles just seemed to encourage them.

Eventually Bella drew away once more, her hand returning. She slipped it between their legs to take up the base of Graham's cock, giving it a pump or two with her deft fingers. Gravity was suddenly thrown sideways as Jane went from prone to being held straight up, only a thin sheen of slick still holding her to the cock. The fall would be monumental, nothing in her vision below her but a set of heavy balls, thick hairy thighs. It took her a second to drag her vision upwards, finding Graham's cock being angled directly towards Bella's hungry slit.

Bella carefully poised Graham's cock at her entrance, running the head through her slick folds once or twice. Jane was shoved through what felt like miles of rough pubic hair, tangling up around her body before she was dragged onto hot, wet skin. She sputtered, the taste of sweet and salty cum flooding her mouth. She could feel Bella tense above her, and that was the only warning she got before Graham thrusted, sinking his length into his lover.

Jane was suddenly greeted to pressure on all sides, her body being dragged through the hot, tight confines of Bella's pussy. The soft, pulsating flesh seemed to be trying to squeeze every cell of her body, pressing her harder against the cock at her back. Graham didn't immediately pull out, letting the hungry pussy tighten around his cock for a second. Bella clenched around him, and Jane, a new rush of cum coming down to positively soak Jane. In the dark humid cavern, she couldn't even tell what cum was Bella's and what was Graham's at this point, and she supposed it didn't really matter.

Without warning, Bella rose up, beginning a bounce on her lover's cock. Jane was dragged down against her slick walls, all her squirming just making everything convulse further around her. The giantess stopped, leaving the tip of the cock - and Jane - inside of her before she dropped back down. Even through the walls of flesh, she could hear the slap of Bella's ass on Graham's thighs. The quick movement threw her off of the cock, shoved deeper into Bella's pussy.

The two didn't give her a moment of relief. Bella continued to bounced up and down, the cock the size of a train repeatedly ramming into Jane. As soon as it pulled away, it returned, a monolithic pillar of flesh that seemed intent on making her acquainted with every inch of Bella's pussy. Jane soon lost all sense of direction, repeatedly pummeled by the monolithic member.

The two sped up, and the world grew more sticky and damp. Jane slipped down a bit, now stuck between the side of Graham's cock and Bella's slick walls, just a small part of the pleasure the two giants were feeling. His thrusts were unrelenting, and Bella's walls clenched around his cock like she was trying to squeeze the life out of it. Jane could feel the pace increase, the thrumming pulse on Graham's cock speeding up as he neared his release.

With a hard snap of his hips, Graham pushed his entire length into his lover, firmly pinning Jane down as ropes of cum spurted from his tip. Everything grew more cramped as his cum flooded every possible spot in the pussy, crashing down over Jane like a waterfall. Bella let out a booming moan, something that shook Jane's whole body. Another flood came down, Bella's slick intermingling with Graham's seed. To Jane, it felt like she was in a goddam swimming pool. She desperately tried to keep her mouth shut, prevent the sticky sweet taste from flooding her mouth again. Everything stopped for a moment, Graham's slowly softening cock still blocking the exit, and Jane felt a burning in her chest from holding her breath for so long.

The man pulled out of his lover, dragging Jane out as well. She tumbled down from the cock, far too wet to cling to it, landing on the rough weave of their bed sheets. She coughed, sputtering up a variety of juices, slowly wiping the hair and cum from her face. Looking up, Jane could still see Bella's dripping pussy overhead for just a moment before she got off of her lover.

The bed shook as she settled down next to him, both of the giants entirely unaware of the woman stuck in the puddle of cum on the sheets. Jane let herself flop back, keeping a wary eye on Graham's monolithic thighs on either side of her. She was utterly spent, and it was all she could do to hope they didn't want a round two.

"Good morning, Jane!"

Bella's voice was way, way too cheerful for the early hour. Jane gave a small wave, still unable to meet either of her roommates in the eye as she shuffled into the shared kitchen. It had been a week since she had been shrunken and caught up in Bella and Graham's ecstasy. One day had been spent waiting to grow back, and the next was for sleeping and recovering. While she couldn't die when tiny, she was still utterly exhausted from the events.

(And the rest of the week was spent carefully dodging both of them, because, hey, awkward.)

"I made coffee," Graham chimed in, from his perch at the table. He sounded just as perky and awake as his girlfriend.

"Thank y'all," Jane returned. There was no way she, in her tired state, could manage to sound as chipper as her roommates, so she didn't try. Instead she merely offered up a tired smile, as she made a beeline for the mugs.

Bella and Graham returned to their breakfast - thank god. Neither of them knew about shrunken Jane's presence, nor had the slightest suspicion. And that was something she definitely wanted to keep that way. There was a thousand ways that conversation could not go well, and it was all over and done with, and it wasn't going to happen again. She'd be more careful, avoid laundry baskets and their room, and it'd all be fine, right?

Jane reached up into the cupboard for a mug, leaning over the kitchen cabinet. A familiar twinge overtook her, and she was falling through the air. She crashed down on top of the cabinet with a heavy thud, blinking as she tried to reorient herself. It took only a second to realize she had shrunken once more, and a small curse left her lips as she scrambled to her feet.

(Right. Just have to get out of sight; far, far away from the two giants.)

(There would be no repeats of last week.)

As if specifically to spite her, Graham rose from his seat at the table, the booming scrape of his chair over the floorboards positively deafening. Despite the situation, Jane froze, eyes locked on the monolithic figure as he gathered up the trash from his morning meal. It was like seeing a mountain move, it was all she could do to watch his titanic legs carry him through the kitchen to set down his dirty dishes in the sink.

"Did Jane leave?"

It took a second to even discern the rumbling in the air as a voice. Graham paused, stopping a bit in front of where Jane was perched on the cabinet. Being so close made her lock up further, her position at the edge of the cabinet putting her level with his hip, and a bit beyond that, the bulge that pressed through his sweatpants.

His hand swung through the air, seemingly in slow motion as he came to rest it on the countertop. It blocked out all light in the sky, and Jane stumbled back a step or two before it crashed down onto the granite, the shake of her surroundings nearly knocking her off of her feet. She was saved by the smallest increment, perched right in the space between his index and middle finger. Jane had to tilt her head all the way back to get a glimpse of his face over the massive hand.

"She must have," Bella chimed in, her voice just a bit more manageable from the distance. "She's been withdrawn this past week, no clue what that's about."

The scrape of a chair broke the still air again, and Jane saw Bella rise up from the table as well, walking over to her lover. Jane stayed frozen between Graham's fingers, not wanting to move and draw attention to herself.

"I'm sure it's nothing, work stress or something like that. If it was important, she'd tell us," Graham replied. Bella stopped in front of him, nodding her head. "Besides-"

Graham's hand rose from the countertop. Jane cringed, shutting her eyes and half preparing to be swept away with it. But it left as easily as it came, none of the massive digits even bumping into her. Without Graham's hand blocking the way, she could see the man step closer to Bella, bringing that same hand up to rest on her waist. Bella smiled as Graham drew her in, lifting up one of her own hands to rest on his chest.

"I am enjoying the extra alone time," he said, dipping his head down to press his forehead against hers.

His other hand found her waist as well, and pulled Bella flush against his body. His grip slid down, over her hips and the curve of her ass, ducking down slightly to hook behind her thighs. Graham lifted Bella into the air, twisting to set his girlfriend on the countertop, pressing a sharp kiss to her neck as he did so.

Jane had absolutely no time to react. Bella's silk covered ass rose up, quickly becoming the only thing looming in her vision. The pink robe she had on fell back a bit, revealing the black panties that she wore underneath. The dark fabric was doing all it could to hold her shapely behind, elastic straining around her curves. Jane stumbled back a bit, once again stunned by the sheer size of her roommates, watching the gargantuan ass lower down like a comet hitting the earth.

(And then she realized she should run.)

Jane turned and sprinted towards the edge of the counter, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she tried to escape the looming tons of flesh overhead. It felt futile, crossing sparse centimeters over the granite before a heavy thud resounded behind her, the shake of the counter knocking her off her feet entirely.

She'd been missed by the barest amount once again. On either side of her rose up Bella's thick thighs, eclipsing either side of her vision. In front of her was the crotch of Bella's panties, barely holding back an overwhelming heat - it was as if the temperature went up a few degrees. Jane tilted her neck back, finding the overhead kitchen lights entirely blotted out by the two giants. Graham had braced his hands on the counter, on either side of Bella, and his lips were pressed firmly against hers.

(Marvelous. Utterly marvelous. It wasn't as if she had shit she needed to do today, groceries and errands could wait cause the universe had a vendetta against her-)

All complaints were cut short by Bella squeezing her thighs together, a soft trill of giggles leaving the giantess' lips. Jane barely heard her. One second she was frowning at the situation she was in, and the next a titanic wall of flesh slammed into her, knocking her into the air and promptly crashing her against it's twin. Everything went dark as Jane was immobilized by Bella's thighs, the smooth skin of the giant woman pinning her in place.

She smelled like vanilla soap, with the faintest hint of natural body odor underneath. Bella must be fresh from the shower, because it wasn't too bad, until she slid her thighs against each other. The simple action of the woman squirming sent Jane rolling against her skin, squished and pushed by the plush thighs like they were trying to squeeze the life out of her.

A warm silky wall slammed into her- Jane scrambled her hand out for anything to hold onto, latching onto the fabric. Bella's thighs parted, and Jane clung all the tighter to the thick threads of the woman's underwear. The last thing she wanted was to fall down and get squished once more.

Dangling precariously from the weave of Bella's panties, Jane dug her feet into the soft surface beneath her. She gritted her teeth, hauling herself upwards. There was no chance she was just going to hang around here until she wound up underneath or inside someone again. All faint thoughts of embarrassment flew out her mind - she'd rather explain being tiny on Bella's panties a thousand times over than going into whatever hell these two unaware gods had planned for her next.

Using the threads of the panties as footholds and handholds, she carefully made her way up. About halfway through the climb she bemoaned all the times she had turned the two down when invited to the gym, her arms were positively killing her, but the looming situation kept her properly motivated.

Graham and Bella had still not broken for air, their lips locked in an attempt to seemingly devour one another. While no doubt the kiss would have been sloppy and audible at a normal size, it was amplified tenfold for Jane, the wet noise filling her ears as she tried to focus on her task. Graham let out a breathy moan into his lover's mouth, before the two parted, pressing their foreheads together.

A small droplet of saliva ran down his lip, dropping off and onto Bella's panties. This was absolutely not noticeable for either of the giants, too caught up in their own bliss, and the droplet far, far too tiny to even feel.

It landed down on Jane, hitting her with all the weight of a five gallon bucket of slime over her head. Her limbs collapsed, pushing her flush onto the silk beneath her. The spit soaked into her hair, dripping down on her face. It coated her from head to toe, the one viscous drop effectively gluing her down onto Bella's panties.

She tried to lift an arm, a vague attempt to brush some of the translucent mess from her face. She was just a touch too small, though, the weight of the liquid just enough to keep her pinned in place. Struggling didn't give her much wiggle room. The slightly sweet liquid spilled into her mouth, tasting of coffee and the mornings breakfast. It was anyone's guess if it was Graham's or Bella's - probably a mixture of the both.

The break for air didn't last long, and Bella's lips crashed harshly back against Graham's. Pinned down on her back, Jane was now a captive audience to the two giants once more.

Both Bella and Graham were insatiable.

Still firmly pinned down onto Bella's panties, Jane couldn't budge an inch. The spit began to dry slightly, leaving an awful crusty feeling. The heady scent of Bella's excitement hung in the air, almost so heavy that Jane could taste it. Above her the make out session hadn't ebbed in two whole minutes, their air supply nothing if not impressive.

Eventually the two did part, a small little laugh leaving Bella's lips.

"Honey, c'mon," Bella protested, but the saccharine tone in her voice said it was mostly performative, "What if Jane walks back in?"

"That's the risk she took when she said it was cool if we dated," Graham replied.

(Jane rolled her eyes.)

His hands lifted from the countertop to Bella's waist, thumbs making soft circles on her hips as Bella leaned in for another kiss. Pinned face first to the woman's crotch, Jane couldn't see much. But she could feel the temperature increase in the slightest increment, wafting up from below her. Bella was getting excited, and Jane had no doubt that even if she weren't covered in spit right now, the panties would still be some form of wet.

Bella slid forward on the countertop, parting her thighs further to press up as close to Graham as she could. A heavy pressure settled over Jane's back, hard iron pushing her further into Bella's panties. The only reprieve was that the cloth at her back absorbed a bit of the spit, giving Jane enough wiggle room to twist her head around.

Graham's sweatpants covered bulge was pinning her down, the hips of the two lovers flush as they continued their make-out session above. The grey fabric behind Jane grew a little more strained, Graham pressing into her harder when Bella leaned forward and depend the kiss. One of his hands drifted down from her hip, his monolithic digits looking more like planes in the air than fingers. It was only a small movement, readjusting his grip so he could still hold onto Bella while grinding his thumb into her clit, but it was massive to Jane.

She could see every swirl and ridge in his thumbprint as it blotted out the sky. His thumb crashed down on top of her, pinning her harshly down underneath the digit. Jane groaned, her entire body compressed under the weight of his hand. He immediately dragged his thumb down, sending the tiny woman rolling across his fingertip.

Jane's entire world was thrown into chaos, soon she couldn't tell up from down. It was a relief to have the spit flaked off, but it was soon replaced by a new stickiness, the dampness of Bella's core soaking through her panties just enough to make Jane's skin slick. It was a sweet taste, drowned out whenever she got a mouthful of the salty skin of Graham's thumb. The giant continued working his girlfriend's clit with a ferocity, unaware and uncaring of the tiny woman caught up in the act.

A distant boom sounded in the air, and it took Jane a second to pin it as one of Bella's moans. The giantess arched up her hips, grinding her harder into Graham's finger without even realizing it.

Jane hoped for the most minuscule amount of consideration. The couple couldn't possibly take things further in the kitchen of all places, not while they thought she was still around. If the two parted to take things to the bedroom, that'd give her a few minutes to try to get out of this.

It felt like she was being crushed underneath a mountain, and she didn't get a full breath until Graham drew his thumb back. When he lifted his thumb, Jane went with it, firmly plastered onto the skin by a mix of sweat and other fluids. The crushing ceiling suddenly became the wall at her back, the bright light stinging Jane's eyes.

Things didn't slow down, Graham shifted his thumb to the crotch of his girlfriend's panties, quickly pulling them aside. Jane went from being dragged across fabric to tasting the salty sweet flavor of Bella's skin as she was dragged against it. She barely caught a sight of the looming sight of Bella's clit in front of her before she was mashed against it once more, this time without the fabric buffer.

There was nothing to soften the situation for Jane, as soon as she was pressed into Bella's sensitive nub, a new rush of slick coated her entire body. She could have been there for minutes or hours, there was no way to tell time while she was unknowingly fucked into her roommate.

Eventually the thumb rose back up once again, Graham's hand retreating. This time it didn't carry Jane with it, the slickness of Bella's clit clinging onto her body and holding her in place. Graham's face still clouded her vision, his pupils blown wide, focused up on his lover. Even if he were looking, Jane would have no time to be seen.

Graham's lips parted, mouth coming in to crash over Bella's pussy. A tongue a thousand times bigger than her pressed into Jane, shoving her further into Bella. The rough taste buds grated over Jane as Graham worked his lover, coating the tiny woman in more spit. Occasionally he would dip down, flicking his tongue inside of Bella, before returning back to her clit. Bella occasionally shook with a booming moan, hips thrusting to press herself further into Graham's mouth.

His tongue seemed intent on tracing over every part of Jane, overstimulating all of the tiny woman's senses. Had Graham known she was down here, used his tongue just a bit more gently, it could have been wonderful. But being this small, with the bumpy texture of his tongue magnified, feeling it scrape over her sensitive chest, force itself into her mouth, it was utterly overwhelming.

Bella continued to quiver underneath her, her movements becoming a touch more frantic. Graham didn't relent, keeping up the pace he had set, not giving either woman a chance for rest. Jane didn't even bother trying to resist either of them, knowing it was an utterly lost cause at this point.

Bella's moans descended into a string of curses, and the world grew more compact. Jane couldn't see it, but the woman had squeezed her thighs around her lover's head, tipping her head back as she rode out her orgasm. Jane was crushed further against Graham's tongue. Bella relaxed, slumping back on the counter, and Graham drew himself away.

Blinking at the light above her, Jane found herself still plastered to Bella's clit, coated in far too much saliva and cum to even think of moving. She saw Graham's massive body shift upwards, hands bracing on the countertop once more, smiling brightly.

"See? We didn't get caught," he teased, leaning in to give Bella a peck on the lips.

Bella chuckled, shaking her head lightly at her boyfriend.

"This time," she said.

Her hand reached down, thin fingertips brushing over her still pushed back panties. They quickly blocked the sight of Graham, plunging Jane into darkness once more, which only intensified after Bella snapped her panties back into place. The slightly damp fabric was something of a relief to Jane, soaking up some of the liquid over her. She shut her eyes, knowing Bella was going to stand and she was going to get dizzy, and tried to figure how she was going to get out of this one.

(After a much needed nap, of course.)

Jane woke up confused.

And warm.

Everything was dark, and this was certainly not her bed. It took her a second to remember the earlier events - another shrinking, being sat on, and everything that had followed. Jane blinked, trying to will her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. She was laying on some soft fabric, and nothing was pressing into her.

If she had to guess, she had fallen off Bella and landed in her panties. When her eyes did finally adjust, all she could see was the curve of Bella's ass overhead, less than an arms length away. Jane fit in the small gap between the larger woman's bottom and her panties, something the tiny woman was overwhelmingly thankful for.

Jane slumped back against the silk fabric, shutting her eyes once more. There was no movement - Bella must be standing still - and Jane didn't let the moment of rest go by unappreciated. She was exhausted, and far far overdue for a shower. Her skin still felt damp and sticky, made even worse by the humidity in the air from Bella's sweat.

At a normal size, Bella had never smelled of anything other than strawberry shampoo. But trapped within in the woman's panties, the woman's natural body odor was all Jane could smell. It was so heavy in the air that she could practically taste it in her mouth.

Everything suddenly shifted, the gap between the panties and Bella's ass swiftly closing. Jane was pressed face first into the soft flesh, the skin below her conforming to her body like memory foam. There was the distant sound of the snap of elastic overhead - Bella had adjusted her panties, and Jane was now wedged firmly into her because of it.

The thin wall of silky fabric pressed into Jane like a steel wall as Bella took a step, everything tensing up with the movement. It released a second later as Bella shifted her other leg, before squeezing her once more. Jane tried to take gasps of air when she could pry her face away from the woman's ass, only getting lungfuls of musky air for her troubles.

She continued to be rocked back and forth with the swaying motion of Bella's hips, before everything stopped. The muscle over her suddenly flexed, and the panties behind her were pulled taut as gravity crashed down. Bella sat down in her desk chair, unaware that she had just dropped all of her weight on top of Jane.

Jane was smothered underneath Bella's ample ass, the pressure on top of her increasing tenfold. She was practically absorbed into the soft, slightly damp flesh. It conformed around her tiny body, seemingly trying to squeeze the life out of her.

Bella ground into the chair, in a vague attempt to get more comfortable. The movement rolled Jane against the giantess' skin, no amount of struggling would get her out of being ground against every inch of the woman's ass cheek.

Bella had the pleasure of working from home, and because of this she didn't rise from her cheek for four whole hours. Jane felt nothing but the constant pressure of the woman's weight, the way the heat increased between the giantess' skin and the leather office chair. Bella began to sweat, not noticeable to anyone at a normal size, but it was more than enough to soak Jane. It loosened the hold the woman's ass had on her, and meant she was sent sliding every time Bella adjusted in her chair.

Jane was smothered, battered, and bruised by the time Bella's shift ended. When the giant woman rose and began moving again, Jane didn't even have the energy to try to hold on to anything. She found herself falling back to the bottom of the panties, sliding down on the silky fabric til Bella's ass was far overhead. From this point, she could see just a bit down further into the darkness, barely making out Bella's pussy. Jane pressed herself back against the panties, not ready to be swallowed up by yet another body part once again.

Bella continued walking, the steps gently rocking Jane's surroundings with each step. Eventually she stilled, and before Jane could process it, she was sent tumbling downwards, the sturdy fabric underneath her suddenly going slack. About midway through the fall she realized Bella had merely slipped her panties down her legs, kicking them off with her feet. Jane was thrown deeper into the fabric, hitting the ground hard when the undergarments landed on the floor.

Jane flailed, working to shove miles of silk out of her way. She managed to pop out, finding herself still in the crotch of the panties but with her head free to breathe. Bella stood before her, only a t-shirt covering her curvy frame. Her arms crossed as she grabbed the hem of her shirt, swiftly tugging it over her head, exposing her chest.

All words died on Jane's tongue, unable to even dream about calling out for help. It was all she could do to look up at the naked goddess before her, stunned by her appearance. No matter how often she saw giants - it'd never get old.

Bella's foot rose into the air, taking a casual step forward to the bathroom before stepping down. It blotted out the sky, and Jane stumbled back, further tangling herself into the panties as Bella's foot crashed down on top of her.

The hard, rough skin of her sole was nothing like her smooth ass. At a normal size her feet might have even been soft, but Jane was small enough to feel every ridge and bump, all the rough texture of the thick skin. Bella's foot pressed all her weight on top of the woman, the musky skin compressing Jane entirely before retreating.

It was only by a pure miracle that she didn't get dragged away with it, plastered by the sweat on her skin. The tangled panties held onto her, even as Bella shoved them aside with her other foot. Jane and the article of clothing skated across the floor.

The tiny woman was plunged into darkness once more.

Jane fully had enough time to escape from the panties.

Bella had drifted off to the shower, and the bedroom had fallen silent. Jane sat up, shoving aside a mountain of silk fabric to get enough room. She didn't feel pain as a tiny - at the very least, not debilitating pain, but she was definitely exhausted. Sitting up seemed to take all the effort in the world, so she let herself slump back down.

She should have ran. Even as she laid back and shut her eyes, she was thinking about how she'd have enough time to slip out of the panties and find somewhere to hide until her height returned. Bella was known for long showers, and who knew where Graham had vanished off to. It really wouldn't be hard to run.

But she didn't. Laying back and not budging an inch felt way too damn good, a reprieve from being squished and ground on and thrown about like the worlds most unlucky speck of dust. The panties allowed a little bit of light to filter through, and although the air was still thick with Bella's scent, it was almost pleasant.

There was the distant thought in her head that something had to change. It felt a touch like an invasion of Bella and Graham's privacy, although she hadn't asked for any of this. All the situations so far were accidents, and Jane knew she couldn't blame herself, but that didn't change that she did enjoy it all on some level. Chaotic as their trysts usually are, it still wound up at least a little pleasurable for the little woman.

And so, while she fully knew she should be more proactive about not accidentally winding up between the two lovers, Jane... didn't.

She let herself slump back into the panties, and she let her eyes fall shut. The entire day had been turbulent, and it didn't take long for sleep to wash over her. A short nap never hurt anyone, and that was one of the last coherent thoughts she had before slipping away.

And, as per usual, she was awoken to chaos.

The entire world around her suddenly collapsed. The silk fabric crushed around her body, wrapping her minuscule form in the silk and roughly shaking her awake. As everything was compressed, a heat seeped in from beyond the silk. A sharp pang of vertigo hit Jane sharply, and it took her a second to realize someone must have grabbed the panties.

If she could have struggled, she would have. The last thing she wanted was to spend the night in a laundry basket, or fight for her life in a washing machine. But the fabric around her held tight, crushed and crumpled in someones hand, giving her absolutely no wiggle room. Jane opened her mouth to yell, but all she got was a mouthful of silk for her troubles, the panties still having the lingering taste of Bella's cum from this morning.

Things were thrown into motion once more, as the silk walls around her loosened. Jane hit something roughly, tumbling and further tangling herself up in the silk. She desperately tried to claw them out of her face, eventually managing to pop her head through one of the leg holes.

The panties had been thrown on the bed. Graham loomed over her, unaware and uncaring as he crashed down onto the bed, sending Jane tumbling back into the underwear. She heard a distant grumble - no sounds of Bella - and barely had time to thing about it before her fabric prison was moving once more. Jane was compressed in them as Graham moved the panties to his nose, and for a brief moment all she could hear was the sound of a heavy inhale.

And then, the sound of skin on skin.

Jane clung to the fabric, trying not to get jostled around as Graham pressed the underwear into his face. The air grew warm, both from the heat of his palm, and his exhales. The smell of his breath, tinted with just a hint of whiskey, blended with Bella's heady scent in the air, utterly consuming Jane's senses.

The panties were abruptly lowered, the fabric unfurling as Graham's tight fist around it loosened. Jane tumbled out, landing on a fleshy surface before the fabric immediately returned. It slid over her skin, eventually prying her off the sticky ground and dragging her with it. The hard but spongy surface to her front was slick, the fabric effortlessly grinding her up and down.

A familiar scent flooded her nose, and it didn't take Jane long to realize Graham was jerking off with Bella's panties. The pressure of his fingertips at her back were solid, holding her firmly against his cock. There was no buffer between her and the hot skin, even as she was ground into it face first. While the fabric did absorb most of the precum from his leaking cock, a bit still managed to drip downwards, making everything slightly slick and sticky.

Jane struggled slightly, and the cock twitched underneath her in response. The hand clenched tighter, as if intentionally trying to shove her harder into Graham's dick. His next few pumps were more fervent, spurned into action by the tiny bit of stimuli he didn't even know was there. From above, there was a booming moan, one that'd no doubt be deafening if she were any closer.

Jane groaned, stilling momentarily. She didn't want to draw Graham's attention, but she didn't want to be stuck here for god knows how long while he edged himself. She'd just gotten her energy back, and she wasn't ready for it to be beaten out of her once more. Frowning slightly, she shifted once more, squirming her hips and legs against the steel rod in front of her.

This prompted another squeeze from Graham's hand, a slight increase into his pace. The jostling movements were enough to make Jane the slightest bit dizzy, and that just made her go further. With a little teasing, she'd be out of this sooner rather than later. After a second of thought, she opened her mouth, running her tongue along the shaft as Graham's hand dragged her upwards. She moved her limbs once more, shifting them against his hot skin. The giant above her let out another moan, and Jane grinned.

Graham continued to work himself, the fabric at the tip of his cock practically soaked with his precum. Jane continued her tiny, unnoticed worship, which absolutely had the intending affect. She was far too small for Graham to notice her, but just large enough to give an extra little spark that sent him into overdrive.

Pressed against his cock, Jane felt it intimately when he came. Everything grew hotter, the skin underneath her basically burning. Graham released into the panties, droplets of cum sliding down his dick as he came faster than the panties could absorb it. Jane barely had time to shut her eyes before some dripped onto her face.

Graham stayed still for only a moment more, before frowning down at the mess in his lap. He wiped himself clean with his girlfriends underwear, before tossing it into the laundry hamper, just a problem to be dealt with tomorrow.

Jane, now caked into the soft fabric by a currently hardening layer of cum, decided she needed another nap. And the shower of her life. She wiped off as much as she could with the panties, before collapsing back into them, letting her eyes fall shut.

In the middle of the ongoing chaos that was her roommates, there was one blessed relief: date night.

Every Friday Graham and Bella would vacate the apartment, dinner and a movie, the aquarium, some other cheesy thing to keep their romantic bliss blooming. In the beginning when the two had gotten together, there was a small tinge of loneliness on Jane's end, just a touch of feeling left out. 

But now, months into being used as a sex toy for the two unaware gods?

Having the apartment to herself felt like a breath of fresh air.

It wasn't that she didn't still like the couple, nor that she didn't like having fun with them, Jane mused. She was prepping for a 'date night' of her own, all her favorite snacks laid out on the coffee table, an old horror flick ready to play on the TV, and her vibrator charging in her nightstand drawer. Self care was sorely needed, if she were to endure whatever the universe had against her to send her tiny between the two gods.  

She did like having fun with them.

But, a girl gets tired, y'know?

Jane flopped onto the sofa, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table. No more thinking of Graham, no more thinking of Bella, tonight was about her. She clicked play on the movie, shuffled her bowl of popcorn between her thighs, and settled in to think of absolutely nothing for the next few hours.

(It didn't really work.)

(The lead actor had the same kind of scruffy stubble that Graham had, that would gently scratch over Bella's thighs as he burried his face in between them, Jane crushed against rough cheek and silky skin.)

(And the final girl wore a red dress two sizes too tight, and it almost looked like that hot little number Bella would pull out for special events, the silk clinging tight against her voluptuous chest, letting just the right amount of ass peek out at the skirt.)

She was halfway through the film before she considered it a lost cause. Her mind was drifting, just as her hand kept drifting down to her panties, applying a light bit of pressure before releasing. Jane wasn't so far gone to start fully feeling herself in the living room, but every time the two leads batted their eyelashes at each other it sent a little buzz down her spine. She couldn't help but squeeze her thighs a bit tighter, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure she felt growing in her core.

By the time the slasher in the flick made his grand reveal, she fully felt her vibe calling her name. Her popcorn bowl half empty, she vaguely decided to wait til the film was over, and slipped a hand down her pajama shorts. Her fingers deftly moved over her panty covered pussy, edging herself just enough to keep the warmth in her skin.

And then the front door swung open.

Jane never moved so fast in her life, her hand swiftly retreating and coming to rest in the popcorn bowl like she hadn't been halfway to an orgasm. She was well aware her face was flushed, and she tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, sitting a bit straighter and attempting to focus on the movie once more.

"I can't believe the entire theater is shut down," Bella said, her melodic voice accompanied by the sound of her throwing her heels aside, "What kind of theater gets a lice infection?"

"I'm sorry, love," came Graham's reply, "At least dinner was good?"

"I wanted to see the movie though," Bella replied with a pouting tone.

"Maybe we could... make our own movie instead?"

There was the soft sound of Bella playfully swatting his arm, before footsteps down the entryway. Jane felt herself become a little more tense - this was not the kind of flirting they did with her in earshot. She felt her skin grow a little warmer, thinking of the two and the movies they could make and how goddamn fun it would be to be right in the center of it. Her thighs squeezed around the popcorn bowl, and she threw a few pieces into her mouth, as if that'd make her any less horny.

Graham and Bella drifted into the living room, dressed to the nines. As if things couldn't get better/worse, Bella was in that red dress, and Graham stood tall in a button up and slacks, jacket hung up in the entry way. The two didn't skimp out on date night attire, and although Jane intended on giving the two a friendly wave and hello, she found her eyes too glued to the couple to come up with any form of coherent greeting.

"Sorry, sorry," Bella said brightly, mistaking the stunned look on Jane's face for annoyance at the interruption, "Theater was shut down, so we had to call it a night after dinner." Her eyes flicked over to the TV screen, widening in delight. "Oh my god, is that Pitchfork Massacre? I LOVE that movie!"

Bella sped into the living room, crashing on the sofa next to Jane. A solid waft of her vanilla perfume hit Jane's nose, and killed any protests before she could verbalize them.

"It's the second one," Jane said, and she was very very proud of how even her voice sounded, especially with Bella leaning in to grab popcorn and giving her a dazzling view of the slope of her breasts. "S-sorry about date night."

Bella waved her hand in the air, batting away Jane's concerns as she chewed the popcorn in her mouth. There was a solid shadow cast over Jane, and she glanced over to find Graham standing on her other side, loosening the tie around his neck.

"It's cool," Bella said, after swallowing, "Shit happens. Mind if we catch the end?"

(Of course.)

(But how could she say no?)

(And with Graham looming over her with his undone tie, and with the big puppy dog eyes Bella was giving her, perfume and cologne clouding her senses in equal measure, with all of that - Jane was fucked.)

"That'd be fun!" she said, before she could stop herself. "Sorta make up for your date night."  

Bella's face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Ohmygosh, yay!" she said, before leaning in to plant a kiss on Jane's cheek, her manicured hand holding the smaller woman's face in place, "We'll go change real quick. You're such a doll, Jane."

And with that, the couple swept out of the room as quickly as they had entered. Jane lifted a hand to her cheek, her fingertips coming away sticky and shimmery from the remnants of Bella's lip gloss, and that was all she needed to shrink.

Her size was torn from her rapidly, and before she could even blink she was spiraling through the air. Jane, as used to the disorienting situation as anyone could be, screwed her eyes shut, bracing for wherever she crashed down. She hit something slick with barely any give, tumbling down what felt like the world's greasiest ball pit.

It was only when she stilled did she open her eyes, finding herself surrounded by massive pieces of popcorn, each one dwarfing her entire body. She wasn't at the bottom of the bowl, instead suspended among the kernels, the light filtering through the buttery snack overhead sparse.

Okay. Great. Small, submerged in popcorn, it was hardly the worst situation Jane had ever found herself in. She twisted herself up into a sitting position, hands gripping onto the slick popcorn. It was hard to move, the usually light snack pressing down on her - her dive into the bowl had sent her pretty deep. She carefully tried to find her footing, hoping the popcorn was sturdy enough to climb her way out of the bowl.

"So, I was thi- Jane?"

Jane froze, the loud voice booming around her, even with being slightly muffled by the popcorn. Bella's voice sounded like distant thunder, gradually growing closer.  

"Huh, maybe she ran to the bathroom," Graham's voice came in.

The entire world shook, the bowl bouncing on the sofa with a thud as Graham crashed onto the sofa next to it. Jane was thrown further into the bowl, all progress lost as she tumbled down further. Grease clung to her skin and clumped up in her hair, and amid her panic she vowed to never buy Extra Movie Butter again. The bowl bounced again, Bella taking a seat on the other side.  

"Maybe," Bella replied. "We can wait a few minutes."

A lout rustling broke the air, and five massive pillars broke through the sky of popcorn overhead Jane. Bella's pointed fingernails dove through the bowl easily, shuffling around the kernels as she shifted for a handful, clenching her hand into a fist before removing it. More popcorn came in to fill the gap she left, crashing over Jane.

She didn't even get a moment of relief before things were thrown into chaos once more. Jane suddenly felt herself squished between to greasy pieces of popcorn, brain sent spinning as she was rushed high up into the air. She didn't even get a glimpse at who's mouth she flew towards before everything went black.

Jane slammed into a tongue, bouncing slightly on the rough, slick surface. The tongue flicked, brushing everything into the path of looming molars. Jane barely managed to shove herself out of the way from the crashing teeth, slipping into the giants cheek, pressed tightly into their flesh. 

Spit soaked into her hair, her skin, and Jane didn't even bother attempting to wipe it out her eyes. The smell of an after-dinner mint and artificial butter was almost as overpowering as the more natural, musky scent of a mouth.

"She didn't think we were kicking her out, did we?" Bella's voice came in, slightly distantly. She was in Graham's mouth, then.

"Aw, I hope not," Graham said. The words shook his mouth, so loud and booming they were barely unrecognizable. 

"Lemme go knock on her door," Bella said. 

As she heard the distant sounds of her roommate fruitlessly trying to search for her, Jane's surroundings shifted once more. Graham's lips parted open, a crack of light filtering in through his lips before being obstructed by another handful of popcorn. Jane tried to stay still in her corner of the man's cheek, even as he began to chew the rest of the mouthful.

It was over in seconds, despite feeling like an eternity. Graham swallowed, the loud noise of the lump of food going down his throat was almost deafening. 

A large mass swept over Jane, drenching her over again with saliva. She was pressed into the soft flesh of Graham's cheek, a rougher surface shoving her with an unstoppable force. Jane sputtered, trying to get Graham's spit out of her own mouth, before opening her eyes a sliver.

It was just in time to catch the return of his tongue, back to try to get out what he thought was nothing more than a stray piece of popcorn wedged in his teeth.

(Worst date night ever.)

(And it wasn't even over.)

The inside of Graham's mouth was comparable to a sauna. It was hot and humid, heavy with the scent of popcorn, and crammed in between his teeth and gums was Jane. Spit clung to her skin, soaking into her hair, and she tried not to think of the shifting flesh all around her. She was squished between two teeth, with the weight of his soft cheek pressing down on her.

Jane stayed perfectly still, unwilling to do anything that'd draw the attention of the giant. She pushed herself a bit more in between the crevice of his molars, out from under the unrelenting weight of his cheek. There was a vague minty smell in the air, and she could only be grateful that Graham flossed every day. She swallowed nervously, trying to ignore the taste of his spit in her mouth.

Before she could even start to think of how to get out, the mouth shifted, a large shadow sweeping over the cheek overhead. Jane pressed herself into the teeth, barely processing the giant tongue before it slammed down onto her.

The bumpy surface grated over her body, the slick texture slowly tracing up every inch of her skin. The tip of the tongue was far too massive to attack her with any precision, but it still seemed targeted, the pressure focusing on her rather than the teeth around her. As quickly as the tongue dragged up, it moved back down, forcing the soft flesh to fully encompass Jane. All she had was the hardness of his teeth behind her, and the unrelenting muscle to her front.

Jane's eyes were screwed firmly shut, in a vague attempt to keep the spit out of her eyes. The tongue didn't hurt, ultimately it just felt like a full body massage, just a whole lot wetter. She was past drenched at that point, and wanted nothing more to brush the slick from her face, but the tongue left her arms pinned firmly at her sides. On the next drag down, one of the raised taste-buds on the surface of the tongue caught her mouth, inadvertently dragging it open. For a brief second she was forced to make out with Graham's tongue, the heady taste of his saliva flooding her mouth. The all consuming muscle scraped over her body again, trying to wedge her out like a popcorn kernel, before finally retreating.

Jane sputtered, trying to get as much of the liquid out of her mouth and face as she could in her brief respite. There was no where to run, and she knew the process of picking at kernels between teeth - once he pried her out, she'd be flicked down his throat without a second thought. In a brief moment of wanting to do something despite utter helplessness, Jane spun around, facing the teeth rather than the tongue. If she was going to continue to be probed at, at least it wouldn't be in her mouth. The taste of Graham was still heavy on her own tongue, her face still damp and sticky from it's assault.

Her break didn't last long, the tongue returning with a ferocity. Graham barely even noticed what he was doing, more preoccupied with the movie in front of him and his girlfriend in his arms. The little thing wedged in his teeth was nothing more than something to fidget with while focusing on more important things.

The tongue scraped back down Jane, and she felt the soft muscle drag over her back and ass. It was a little less intense than getting her mouth and chest crushed, and she screwed her eyes shut, hoping it'd be over soon.

However, on the next drag upwards, a small bump on the tongue caught Jane's ass. It thrust her hips up slightly, wedging her just a bit out of the crevice of his teeth. Jane's eyes flew wide as her ass was jutted out, and even wider as she felt the ridges of his taste-buds against her naked thighs. One dragged right between her two cheeks on it's ascent upwards, the slick ridge sending a small spark through her as it ground into her just right.

The tongue moved quickly, faster than something that big had any right to move, and it gave Jane no opportunity to try and fix her position. The flat part of his tongue kept a firm pressure on her entire body, and the tip of the tongue seem fixated on her body, flicking back up repeatedly to try and wedge her loose. The only purchase it could get was from her semi-free legs, causing the taste-buds to grind over her crotch. The massive, slick muscle easily pried her legs open, and the thick tip skated over her pussy, mixing spit with the slick dripping out of her.

Jane's breath caught in her throat as the rough texture sent another jolt down her spine, and she gritted her teeth. She should try to wedge herself in the teeth further, or maybe even let herself loose and try to climb out some other way, but as the tongue slipped through her ass, she opted for another path entirely. On the next swipe, she ground down into it, angling her hips out so the ridges caught against her cunt just right. She slipped one hand free of it's hold of a molar, plunging it down between her thighs to work at her clit.

Jane continued to work herself as the tongue worked her. Occasionally it'd retreat, pausing as Graham laughed at the movie, or whispered a comment to Bella. The vocalizations would send shakes and rumbles through the entire cavern that was his mouth, making Jane feel like she was in an earthquake. Even when the tongue gave her reprieve, she kept her fingers on her clit, gently edging herself until it returned.

And it did, intensely. As time went on, Graham got a little more frustrated at the annoyance between his teeth, and his tongue probed harder. It pressed on Jane with a weight she was surprised it held, but that was barely a fleeting thought before she shoved her ass up a bit further, letting the taste-buds grind over her pussy in a way that felt goddamn dizzying. It didn't take long before she came all over it, too small for Graham to even taste her squirt, it washed away with the gallons of saliva in an instant.

The tongue didn't stop.

It continued to grind on her as it pulled out orgasm after orgasm, far past the point of her pussy becoming puffed and overly-sensitive. It continued after the credits rolled, and after they popped in the next movie in the series, and by the time it stopped, Jane was too much of a quivering, exhausted mess to notice.

(Arguably worth it.)

Hiding in a tissue was never a good idea.

Jane knew this, she could count the number of Bad Shrunken Tissue Experiences she had on two hands. One included spending the better part of a day stuck in Bella's nostril, and another had lead to her being an unfortunate target of the culmination of one of Graham's masturbation sessions. Tissues always left her sticky in cum, snot, or some other godforsaken substance, gooped up and precarious as always.

So when the impossibly high walls of white fabric began to crush around her, she wasn't surprised. The only marginal surprise she did have was Bella coming into her room unprompted - she usually knocked, at least. Instead the unwitting giantess swept in, glancing around and calling for Jane while the tiny woman had hidden, and then nabbing up the same nearby box of tissues Jane had taken refuge in. Her manicured hand crushed the tissue down, pressing Jane further into it, leaving her to scramble for security as the entire box began to sway. Bella held it carelessly by her side, swinging in time with her steps, unaware of the tiny woman she was jostling around.

"Coulda sworn I put these on the list," Bella said, her quiet muttering positively deafening to Jane, "I'll get Graham to buy her a new box on the way home."

A new box of tissues was the least of Jane's concerns. She slumped against the tissue, too small to sink into it, sitting atop the vast, wavy plane of white. A few relative feet above her head was Bella's palm, like a living, twitching ceiling. Although it was dark due to the sparse light in the 'cavern', Jane could still make out a faint sheen over Bella's palm. It was glossy, slick highlights making the taut muscles even more defined.

A particular smell hit Jane's nose, rolling off of Bella's palm with waves of heat. It was the scent of hot skin, mixed with salty sweat. The heat off her palm was immense, seemingly growing warmer as it was clutched around the tissue box. Being so close, Jane could feel the temperature start to rise a little from the proximity, and attempted to wipe some of her own sweat off her forehead.

The swaying cavern paused momentarily, before slamming down with a booming thud. Light shone in as Bella drew her hand back, sending in a wave of cool air over Jane. It was a welcome relief, and she eagerly gulped down air that didn't taste like sweat.

It took her a moment before her eyes were drawn to Bella. From what little Jane could see out of the box, she was on Bella's vanity, the box placed before the mirror. Bella stood tall in workout gear, a neon pink sports bra vaguely attempting to hold back her voluptuous chest. There was a slope of pudgy stomach, and everything else was too far up or down to see.

What Jane could see, though, was the sweat that coated Bella's skin as if she had just walked in from the rain. The giantess was drenched, making her sports bra darker under her arms and in the cavern of her cleavage. Light shone off her sleek skin, almost haloing her like an angel.

The woman let out a heavy sigh, hands coming up to hook underneath her sports bra. She peeled it off of her skin, digging it out from her heavy chest and sliding it over her head. Bella tossed it aside, letting out another sigh, this one of absolute relief. The cold air hitting her hot chest felt wonderful, and it felt great to get her girls free after being bound up for so long.

Jane's eyes went wide as she looked up at Bella's chest. It filled her entire vision like the world's most targeted movie theater screen, and the way the droplets of sweat rolled down Bella's massive chest was mesmerizing. Her nipples were perked from the friction of her sports bra, pebbling further due to the chill of her bedroom. She was utterly gorgeous, and Jane couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Eugh," Bella muttered, lifting an arm up and taking a whiff. Jane could hear her small noise of disapproval. "Wish I had time to shower."

The light overhead was suddenly eclipsed once more, Bella's hand swiftly approaching. Instead of latching onto the box, she grabbed the top tissue, her fingers deftly wadding it up. Jane was pressed into the pillowy fabric, the stickiness of Bella's finger getting the tissue to cling to her skin. Everything was a blur of movement, and she only got one solid glimpse of the underside of Bella's chest before she was mashed into it.

Bella shoved the tissue under her tit, carefully scraping the tissue along to wick off any sweat her bra didn't sop up. She was careful and meticulous, pleased with how absorbent her stolen tissues were, entirely unaware of the tiny woman she was taking for the ride.

Jane was pressed into the cushiony flesh of Bella's boob, the entire thing compressing around her body. At her back was the tissue, swiftly growing more and more damp as it slowly dragged Jane around, and further behind that was the steely wall of Bella's fingertips. Jane didn't even bother trying to struggle, she was forced through puddles of sweat relentlessly.

It ended in a minute, the tissue pulling away. Jane sputtered, trying to get the acrid taste out of her mouth, when everything shifted once more. Looking up, Jane saw the brief sight of Bella hefting her other boob up, a small vision of the soaking wet underboob underneath. It looked like a goddamn river, and Jane didn't even have time to yell before being shoved into it face first. Caught open, her mouth was filled with the thick, warm liquid, salty sweat flooding her face and forcing its way down her throat. Her entire body was shoved around further, her hair soaked with sweat and her entire body coated in Bella's scent.

Bella eventually pulled the tissue away again, her eyes narrowing down in scrutiny of the soggy cloth. Jane was too frazzled to even try and wave or struggle, and was far too glued to the tissue to even try. Bella's eyes skated over her with no recognition, mistaking her for a piece of lint or dirt, speckled along the tissue with the rest of her filth.

"Great brand," Bella said, pleased with the tissue.

Jane let out a small sigh of relief, bracing herself for more movement. The tissue would be tossed in the trash, Bella would vanish to wherever she had to go next, and Jane could regrow once she wasn't soaking wet and sore.

But then Bella lifted her arm up.

The shine of her armpit put her underboob sweat to shame. There was a surprisingly dense patch of hair, a week or two past being trimmed. Sweat dripped from the curly hairs, mingling with clumps of deodorant which had long been past providing any odor relief. Just from lifting her arm Jane could smell the pungent body odor, and then it rushed closer.

Bella shoved the tissue into her armpit.

She scraped it hard against the skin, trying to work out as much sweat as she possibly could. Jane crashed into the forest of hair, globs of sweat-and-deodorant-sludge rubbing into her skin. Hairs curled around her limbs, and it seemed that the more she struggled, the further she was tangled into them.

The musky air was heavy in her lungs, making Jane's head spin. Pressure on her back suddenly eased, and Jane knew she had to get off the tissue before Bella went for her other armpit.

Jane opened her eyes, to find the forest of hair still in front of her. Her limbs were fully entangled, and when she looked over her shoulder, she could see the tissue retreating as Bella moved it.

Darkness quickly swept over everything as Bella shifted her arm down, sandwiching Jane in between two heavy layers of skin. The hot air grew even hotter, and more sweat immediately began to form in the pores. The weight of Bella's arm over her was even heavier than the pressure from the fingers, and there was no room to even attempt to struggle.

Bella hummed to herself, obvious to the struggling woman underneath her arm, as she got ready for her night out with some friends. She tossed a hoodie on, immediately feeling warmer, but hoping that the fleecy material would hide how sorely she needed a shower.

And before she went out, she just so happened to put on a few extra layers of deodorant.