With her free hand Ember grabbed the stool that Morrigan had so recently used to cum all over her miniature husband, smiling to herself as she felt the little brushes of his struggles against her closed palm. In front of her, the two guests shuffled silently though the patio doors and into the house, each looking at her so sheepishly that she couldn’t help but laugh.

“My goodness, girls,” she said as she set the stool down onto the carpeted living room floor. “You’d think I caught you doing something really terrible out there.”

“Em...,” Morrigan began guiltily, not even able to meet her friend’s eyes.

“What is it, dear?” Ember replied brightly, setting the still very wet Lazarus down onto the offending stool before waving her hands and apparating a fresh bottle of wine and three oversized glasses. “Oh, yes, I agree, this is a fabulous rosé. What’s that? You’d like another glass? But, of course!” She uncorked the bottle, quickly filling their cups and handing one to Morrigan.

“No… Em, stop it,” Morrigan said with a nervous laugh as she looked over at the cowering little man on the stool, both he and the surface he stood on still covered in a flood of her juices. She accepted the offered glass and took a stiff drink, trying her best to make sense of the situation she now found herself in. Genuine shame flooded her thoughts, a fresh blush rising to her cheeks as she thought about how she’d acted towards her best friends’ husband, and in their own house, no less. “Please, I’m—“

“You’re sorry, yeah, I heard you,” Ember said dismissively as she handed Caitlyn a glass before clinking it against her own with an exaggerated wink.

“Yeah, it’s all my fault, I take full—,” Morrigan began before being cut off again.

“Ah, nuh-uh, nope,” Ember shook her head. “No, I think we all know who’s to blame here, don’t we?” A crooked smile graced her ruby lips as she looked to her friends conspiratorially before her eyes settled on the mute, one inch figure standing on the stool in a puddle of cum.

Lazarus gulped, opening his mouth, only to suddenly find himself speechless as his wife’s arm raised with her finger pointing directly at him.

Caitlyn and Morrigan shared a glance before finally breaking out into laughter as they looked down at the suddenly very agitated Lazarus

“Hey, now wait just a minute,” he said as he jumped to his feet, unable to keep quiet as he found the three giantess’ shining eyes trained on him.

“Ohhhh nooo,” Ember said with a laugh creeping into the edges of her tipsy voice. “Nonono, don’t try to deny it, little doll. This is clearly all your fault!”

“My fault?!” he asked incredulously, hardly able to believe the words his wife was saying to him.

“Yes, your fault!” she bellowed, taking another long sip. “You know what you did!” Her hips swayed as she walked slowly towards the stool. the other two witches following until all three were towering over him.

“What I did?” he asked meekly, his arms raising instinctively as if to defend himself.

“Yes!” Ember suddenly lowered herself until her pale face hung above him, knocking him back onto his butt. “You stole Morrigan’s seat, didn’t you? You naughty little pest!” She laughed, draining her glass before setting it down on the nearby table. “Didn’t he, Morr?” she asked while looking up at her friend. “Didn’t he take your seat without asking?”

Morrigan kneeled down, her smile broadening as she came closer to her longtime crush. “Yeah… Yeah he did do that, didn’t he?” she asked with a giggle. She shook her head, her red hair bouncing. “Naughty, naughty little bug,” she said playfully. “ Shame on you. What did you think was going to happen if you did that?”

Caitlyn took a long swig form her glass before kneeing down next to the other two. “What—what should we do with him, Em?” she asked tipsily, accidentally leaning her shoulder into Ember’s so hard that she almost knocked them all over like dominoes

The three ladies had a fit of tipsy giggles as they struggled to right themselves. Lazarus briefly considered making a run for it, but quickly realized that there was no escape. All he could do was look up helplessly at the drunken trio, hoping for the best.

Ember stood up first. “I say we… we teach him a lesson! But first!” She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, peeling it up and over the soft swell of her chest to reveal her pale upper body, parts of it flushed red form the wine and her growing arousal. “It’s too bloody hot in here to wear all of these clothes. Right, ladies?” She looked to her friends with an exaggerated frown as she began to pull down her leggings.

Caitlyn and Morrigan looked to their hostess, and then each other, before smiling down ardently at little Lazarus as they began to disrobe, their fingers slightly clumsy from their drink. Ember threw her clothes into a pile nearby, laughing as she saw her the other women’s outfits following just a second behind hers. Now all three witches were stripped down to their underwear, their soft curvy bodies towering over the tiny man on the chair.

“Mmm, Morr, no bra, as usual I see,” said Ember with a giggle as she reached over to stroke the redhead’s bare chest, her fingertips trailing along the soft swell of the underside of her breast.

Morrigan let out a soft moan, her red nipples tightening in the air from Ember’s teasing touch. A warm wave swelled up inside of her, traveling down her legs and up into her chest. “Mm-mmm,” she said sultrily, shaking her head no.

Caitlyn ran her thumbs under the straps of her white, lacy bra to pull them off her creamy shoulders before pulling the cups down to expose the soft, pink capped breasts beneath. “What about me, Em?” she asked shyly as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, taking a step forward.  “Why is Morrigan getting to have all the fun tonight?” she asked with a cute little pout as she pushed out her chest.

Lazarus looked up in aroused amazement, his mouth hanging open as he watched his wife cup Caitlyn’s relatively modest breast in her hand, her thumb flicking over the blonde’s hardening nipple. Ember reached out with her other hand, squeezing Morrigan’s large tit, all three ladies now moaning softly. He couldn’t help but notice that all three of their panties had growing wet spots, the miasma of their arousal filling the air thickly around him, sending his libido off the charts. Unconsciously he reached down and started to stroke at his painfully hard cock as he watched the giant, sexy display surrounding him.

Ember looked over to watch her husband, his eyes wide even at his relatively small size. She gently tweaked the nipples of both women between her fingers and thumbs, making them cry out softly. She nodded down towards the stool.

“We’re forgetting someone down there,” she said with a smile. “But, by the looks of it, he hasn’t forgotten about us. Have you, dear?” She laughed as she let go of the tits in her hands and leaned down towards Lazarus, her laughter turning to a low, familiar chant.

Caitlyn looked down as she watched Lazarus grow to six inches in height, blushing anew as the details of his little cock became clearer to her view. She found herself rubbing the wet front of her underwear as Ember’s chanting changed, a new, unfamiliar spell spilling from her mouth. The little man’s arms fell to his sides, his head tilting slightly upwards before he froze in that position, with his dick staying as hard as ever as it poked out in turgid attention. The shy librarian wanted to reach out and touch him, but kept her hands to herself, her fingers growing wetter as she pushed the silky fabric of her underwear between her pussy lips.

“There,” said Ember with immense satisfaction. “You wanted to be on that stool so badly that you had to steal it? Well now you’re stuck there like the selfish little mite you are. And…” Her fingertip ran down from the top of his head, down his chest and along the shaft of his shrunken cock. She shivered as she felt his pleasure from her touch, a moan rippling out of her as she squeezed her thighs together. “…and your body is as stiff as that cute little dick of yours.”

“Mmm, such a sexy little body, Laz,” Morrigan purred, licking her lips as she looked down at him with naked lust, her fingertips teasing over the wet fabric between her legs. Her mind raced as she thought of all the things she could do with him at his new size, only her rapidly diminishing feelings of guilt keeping her from giving into her impulses straight away. “What do you think, Cait?” she asked without taking her eyes off her prize.

The blonde just nodded, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Uggghh, yeah,” she groaned, looking him up and down approvingly as she continued to play with herself. A twinge of guilt coursed through her as she thought about her fiancé, Simon at home, and what he’d say if he saw her touching herself as she admired another man, — even one that was only six inches tall. She slammed down the rest of her drink, trying to banish any thoughts that detracted from the moment at hand. “Y-ou look really fuckin’ hot, Laz,” she slurred.

“Yeah, he does,” Ember said finally, her cheeks flushing with immense pride as she saw just how much her shrunken, naked husband was turning on the other witches. She turned to him, smiling down hungrily. “Mmm, now gimme, you bad boy.”

Ember smiled as she got down on her knees in front of the stool until her face level with Lazarus’ little body. Though he tried to struggle, or even just move in any way, he found himself utterly stuck and stiffened against the surface of the stool he was on. Her face got closer, and closer, until he felt her plush lips press against his groin, his little cock head slipping between the pillowy mounds as the tip of her hot tongue came out to lap at it wetly. She sucked gently as she puckered her lips, bringing back her head just a bit before pressing it forward again, kissing at his belly and thighs as she easily engulfed his entire shaft. The enormous pleasure he felt radiated outward in waves, making her already hard nipples strain against her black bra, and her clit tingle and pulse between her legs.

Morrigan quickly got on her knees behind the raven-haired witch, her hands reaching around to squeeze and massage at Ember’s bra-covered breasts. She moaned out as she felt the couple’s shared passion wash over her as well, her already soaked panties flooding once more as she leaned forward to rub her chest against her friend’s back. With a smile, she began to kiss and nibble at the pale neck in front of her, finding herself more turned on with each passing moment.

Once again, Caitlyn found herself left out of the action. With a huff she sat down behind Morrigan, spreading her legs to finger herself as she watched the other three carrying on in a cacophony of moans and wet slurping noises. In front of her, Morrigan’s thick, panty-clad ass bounced up and down as she humped against Ember’s body, reminding Caitlyn of how good it had felt when her hand had brushed along the redhead’s pussy when she’d held Lazarus down on the stool. Still rubbing herself, she reached out with her free hand, her fingertips reaching past Morrigan’s pale cheeks to rub along the wet fabric covering her pussy. As soon as Caitlyn touched her, the electricity that flowed out of the little man and through the other two women jolted into her body, instantly buzzing down to her clenching pussy and flooding her already soaked underwear. Caitlyn moaned out loudly, amazed that she could feel so much pleasure just from touching someone two people removed from the person who had a spell cast upon them to share their arousal. What must it be like to actually… touch him? she thought to herself. Her mind raced at the possibility while her eyes rolled up, her head thrown back as she cried out in ecstacy.

Lazarus was beside himself in pleasure as the titanic lips of his beautiful wife slid wetly over his impossibly aroused cock. If this is punishment, then I should misbehave more often! While he did wish he could move, the fact that he was beholden to the whims of his giant captors made the situation he was in that much hotter. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm begin to swirl warmly within him, each gentle lick and suck bringing him closer to the edge.

Ember moaned as his thin, salty precum oozed onto her tastebuds, lapping hungrily at her tiny husband as she moaned hotly against his body. Morrigan’s lips found the spot just below her ear that made her toes curl, causing Ember reach back and grab a healthy handful of her friend’s pale, bouncing ass before giving it a playful swat. 

Morrigan cried out, bending at the waist to push herself back against Caitlyn’s probing fingers, greedy for even more stimulation. She reached around and between Ember’s breasts, unclasping her bra before digging her fingers into her hanging tits. Her mouth bit and licked at the dark haired witch’s ear, her desperate grunts filling the air. “Enough!” she finally cried, startling the rest of the group as she stood up and stomped over passionately to the stool.

“Morr?” Ember asked with wide eyes, slightly pulling away from a nearly orgasmic Lazarus to watch as the horny redhead walked around to stand next to the stool.

Lazarus moaned, urgenly wishing he could thrust his hips against his wife’s lips, just inches from his throbbing little member. He was so close that even just her breath on him nearly got him to where he so desperately wanted to be. His eyes moved over to see the giant body of Morrigan coming towards him, her fiery bush just at his eye level, her wet pussy glistening below.

“I need him, Em,” Morrigan groaned thickly. “I can’t take this teasing anymore. Let me punish the little twerp like he deserves!” she snarled as she glared down at him.

If he was capable of it, the little man on the stool would have shivered in fear.

Ember sat back on her calves, a feeling of uncertainty creeping into her mind as she looked between Lazarus and Morrigan. She and her husband had always had a very secure marriage, with neither of them ever straying outside of their vows to be faithful to each other. And yet here was one of her best friends demanding to use him for her own sexual pleasure after she’d already rubbed herself to orgasm on top of his little body. If everyone was full-sized this would obviously be questionable to say the least; but watching a clearly aroused Morrigan tell her that she needed to use her husband made Ember more aroused than she would ever want to admit. She looked over to her Lazarus, his anguished little eyes looking back at her, clearly desperate for release. The decision was clear — or rather, as clear as it could be in her alcohol-addled mind.

“Show him who’s boss, Morr,” Ember said with a naughty grin.

“Ffffuck yesssss,” Morrigan growled softly as she moved to straddle the stool, smiling down at the little man beneath her.

Lazarus’s eyes moved up to see the enormous redhead’s soaked white cotton panties hovering above, the pale trunks of her thighs on either side of him. With two fingers she pulled the crotch of her panties aside, the titanic canyon of her asscheeks parting above as her huge pussy opened like a wet, ravenous flower.  A dewey drop of her cum slowly descended, splashing atop his little head and running down his face. Her huge giggle rang down from above a the other two ladies watched with intense fascination. Ember’s face was close, her big brown eyes flicking between Morrigan and her husband, a wide smile on her face as she slowly rubbed her thighs together. Behind her, Caitlyn’s legs were spread wide, her mouth hanging open on a crimson face as her fingers rubbed beneath the fabric of the crotch of her panties. Little whimpering mewls escaped her rouged lips as she watched her friend begin to lower herself onto the small, immobile man beneath her.

Morrigan moaned as she felt the top of his head begin to part her pussy, exercising incredible self control to keep herself from just slamming down onto him and engulfing him instantly. Her other hand came down, palm resting against her mons as her fingertips pulled her lips apart so that her little living dildo could slide into her more easily. For years she’d fantasized about having Lazarus inside of her, but never quite like this. The tip of her index finger slid along the stiff bud of her clit and down over his face as it slid past, making an electric shock flash throughout her body.

Ember’s hand made slow circles along her own pussy as she watched her tiny husband begin to disappear inside of her best friend. Her eyes locked with his before his whole head slipped between Morrigan’s sopping lips. A sharp moan caught in the redhead’s throat as her pussy stretched around Lazarus’ broad shoulders, her copious moisture running down his body and onto the stool as she inexorably continued to press herself down to accept more of him. 

Inside of Morrigan’s pussy, little Lazarus struggled to breathe as his face slid wetly over the bumpiness of his giant captor’s g-spot. He noticed that she wasn’t quite as tight as Ember, but still he gasped as her huge muscles contracted powerfully over him, crushing against his chest as he continued to enter her. When the hot button of her giant clit pressed against the topside of his hard cock he cried out inside of her, so grateful to once again have the friction he needed to get off, but wishing he could thrust against her himself. He moaned as he felt her begin to gyrate her hips on top of him, rubbing his shaft along her most sensitive skin.

Caitlyn got up on her knees to watch as Morrigan swallowed up the little man beneath her up to his waist, his little cock pressing against the top of her pussy lips as she rolled her pelvis over his stiff little body. She plunged a finger inside herself as she looked up at Morrigan’s flushed, smiling face, the redhead’s breasts swaying heavily as she held on tightly to the seat below her. With a wink, Morrigan raised herself up so that Lazarus’ glistening torso was briefly visible before she slammed back down again onto the little nub of his dick. Mesmerised, Caitlyn walked forward on her knees toward the stool until she was right in front of it, her eyes fixed on the spot where little Lazarus’s cock rubbed against Morrigan’s swollen clit. As if in a trance, she leaned forward and began to lick where Morrigan and Lazarus’ bodies met, moaning as she tasted their shared juices

Ember looked on in shocked surprise as her normally very straight-laced friend happily joined the other two in a very hot threesome. She stood, placing her hand on Caitlyn’s head to keep her in place before leaning forward to kiss Morrigan squarely on the lips. As Ember weaved her fingers into the blonde’s soft hair, Morrigan moaned into her mouth, their tongues entwining passionately. All three women found themselves experiencing pleasure they never imagined to be possible as they felt the shared pleasure of the little man between them. Ember kissed down Morrigan’s neck and chest, taking one of her hard nipples into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue.

Lazarus couldn’t quite place the new sensation against his crotch, but he knew that it felt incredible and unlike anything he’d ever known before. Though his breath came in short gasps that smelled and tasted only of Morrigan while she punished his body as she rode him hard, he’d never been more turned on in his life. His ears were full of her juices, the giant sound of her pulse surrounding him from all sides along with the squelching of his body as he slid in and out of her… as well as another sound he couldn’t quite place. But the only physical sensation he cared about was the obvious attention being paid to his little dick. He felt a thrill ripple through his body, and knew he was close to blowing his load.

“C-careful…,” Morrigan moaned down to the blonde between her legs. “I… I… I’m close!” Morrigan kept bouncing on little Lazarus, her motions becoming less and less careful as she neared her peak. Eventually, his little cock slipped inside of her completely, leaving Caitlyn to lap at the redhead’s pulsating clit. 

Each witch felt a sharp jolt of pleasure as Lazarus came, his tiny spurt instantly lost in the giantess’ waterfall of wetness. Finally, Morrigan slammed herself down hard on the stool as her own orgasm overtook her, squeezing and bending the living dildo inside of her as she twisted and rolled her hips in unbridled ecstasy. Her cries filled the room as she came over and over on the living sex toy inside of her, wetness pouring out of her and flooding the stool below her.

Both Ember and Caitlyn scooted back, watching Morrigan come down from her powerful orgasm, feeling as charged as ever and in need of release themselves after sharing in the pleasure of the little man still inside of their friend.

“Well, come on, then, Morr,” Ember said finally, peeling off her own panties impatiently. “Don’t hog him. He is my husband, after all.”

Morrigan smiled and blushed, unable to form a coherent argument, much less a sentence, to defend herself. Reluctantly, and with wobbly legs, she lifted herself from the stool, exposing the soaked little man below her still stuck in a puddle of her juices. She sat down next to Caitlyn who was still slowly rubbing herself while she stared longingly at the now relatively vacant seat.

Ember leaned over to look at her ruined little husband, utterly drenched in Morrigan’s sticky cum. She reached over and wiped his face with the pad of her thumb, giggling as she saw him cough up juices onto his chest. “I hope you’re not too worn out, husband of mine,” she said with a smile as she stood up and towered over him, turning so that her prodigious ass hovered directly above him. “I’m afraid there’s still more punishment in store for you until you’ve learnt your lesson.”

“Worn out?!” he cried up at her, a faint smile in his voice. Though he just came, his little cock remained just as hard as the rest of his body thanks to the spell cast upon him. “Never! I’ll have you know, I have the strength of twenty men! And not only that, but—“

His voice was cut off as Ember lowered herself atop him, stuffing his erect little body between the seam of her soft, pale asscheeks. She bobbed up and down with pure joy, loving the feel of his tiny, slick form sliding along her huge crack. Reaching around, she put her hands on either side of her butt, squeezing it together over him as she happily abused him to her utmost pleasure, Morrigan’s copious wetness made certain he slipped against her asscrack easily, but still he struggled to breathe as she squeezed him, crushing him between her soft, jiggling hillocks.

“What was that you were saying?” she giggled as she hooked her feet in the slats of the stool for leverage before lifting herself off him to bend over and peer at him with her upside down face.

Lazarus just coughed, taking in great big gasps of air as he struggled mightily to move even an inch. His little eyes just glared up at her.

“Mmm, that’s what I thought,” she said with a self-satisfied smirk as she lowered her pussy atop him, immediately pushing down until his little body was completely swallowed up by her hungry body. She could feel his pleasure as her already incredibly aroused cunt pulsated and gripped around him, soaking him anew in her flowing juices. With a naughty smile she raised her arm and extended a curled finger, signaling for Caitlyn to come closer.

The blonde had watched jealously as her friend had made her little husband disappear beneath her, and was now surprised to find herself beckoned towards the action. She wiped her wet chin with the back of one hand, the other still buried in her panties, before rising and walking over to the stool, unsure of what to expect. Caitlyn gasped as Ember wrapped her hands around the outsides of her breasts, burying her face between them and pressing them over her rosy cheeks as she kissed her chest. Pulling her head back, Ember smiled up at the bespectacled blonde as she began to bounce in her seat, grinding her little husband against her grasping pussy walls. Ember leaned forward again, her mouth finding a very willing nipple to take into her mouth as Caitlyn’s fingers once again slipped between her own dripping lips. The pleasure felt by Lazarus as his hard dick rubbed over his wife’s g spot instantly raised them all to the highest heights of pleasure.

Even though she’d had just had one of the best orgasms of her life, Morrigan still craved the pleasuring touch that Ember’s spell conferred upon those who made contact with the magical little man. She rose, taking a few tentative steps to come up behind Caitlyn before kneeling down and dragging her curled fingertips along the blonde’s supple hips to drag down the waistband of her ruined underwear. Morrigan’s lips curled into a smile as she once again felt that familiar shared pleasure that she’d already started to miss.

Caitlyn gasped as she felt Morrigan’s hands on her bare ass, her fingers gently kneading her soft,  plush skin as Ember sucked and licked at her greedy nipples. No longer forced to sit at the sidelines, the blonde librarian now found herself nearly the center of attention as both of her friends lovingly pleased her yearning body. Of course it isn’t as good as having a little toy man inside my pussy, she thought. But with any luck I’ll have my turn soon enough. Caitlyn yelled out in aroused surprise as she suddenly felt Morrigan’s warm, wet tongue tracing the delicate pink pucker of her butthole. Biting her lip, she slid a second finger inside of her needy, sopping pussy.

Lazarus once again struggled to breathe as he found himself utterly soaked in the juices of his most current captor. Though Ember was being relatively gentler than the previous giantess had been, he still felt his body being wrenched and crushed by the giant pussy that surrounded him. And though he preferred the sweet taste of his wife over the more tart flavour of Morrigan, he still wished he could clear his mouth and nose of the invasive fluids that threatened to drown him at any moment. Still, his magically hard cock felt amazing as it rubbed along Ember’s wet walls, making the hot, dank prison he was trapped in well worth it.

Ember ground herself against the wet stool, knowing that her orgasm wasn’t going to be long in coming, but enjoying the prolonged buildup to release. Cait’s sweet little nipple felt so good in her mouth, and, of course, her miniature husband felt absolutely amazing inside of her as she raised and lowered herself over him vigorously. A tiny moment of doubt flashed through her mind once again, but she felt way too good and was far too drunk to give the thought the attention it probably deserved. Besides, in her mind, the feelings of satisfaction she felt from the little man in her pussy just proved that she had nothing at all to worry about.

All three women moaned out loudly as Lazarus exploded inside of his giant wife, his rush of endorphins traveling throughout their bodies and causing each of them to tingle in response. Ember came loudly just a moment later, crushing the body inside of her forcefully as she flooded his pussy prison with a fresh gush of her freely flowing juices. She let Caitlyn’s nipple out of her mouth with a little pop, resting her head against the blonde’s soft chest and listening to her racing heartbeat as she held her close. Morrigan just kept gently licking at the ass in front of her face, still recovering from her powerful orgasm as she began to plot just how she’d have Lazarus inside of her again, this time all to herself.

“Welp, time to pack it in, I suppose,” Ember said broadly while she raised her head from Caitlyn’s chest, groaning as she began the slow process of lifting herself from the puddle she was sitting in. “Getting pretty late, and we’ve all had our fun.” She glanced around the curve of the blonde’s waist to wink at Morrigan, who was smiling broadly herself.

“Wait… W-What?” Caitlyn stammered, the wine and her prolonged arousal conspiring to turn her brain into a veritable lump of confused mush. “B-but I… I thought that a-after… after you both, you both had your t-turn that I… that I…” Tears almost welled up in her big green eyes as she looked helplessly down at Ember, her lips moving without any sound coming from her mouth.

“Oh, girl, relax,” Ember chuckled as she lifted herself from the seat, revealing an even more battered and drenched Lazarus than before. “Of course you’ll get your turn. Laz has been just dying to be inside you, isn’t that right, honey?” Ember rested her hands on the soppy surface of the stool as she stood next to it, peering down at her beat up little husband. His little chest heaved mightily as he struggled to regain his breath.

If he’d been able to hang his head he certainly would have, but instead he had no choice but to look up into the faces of the three giant witches that surrounded him. His lips curled in his best attempt at a smile. “O-of course. Fair’s fair.” He hacked as he tried to clear his throat, once again dribbling sticky sex fluids down his chest and body as he tried his best to breathe properly. “And a-after this…?” he asked with a hopeful note in his scratchy voice.

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Ember said, waving her hand. “Now come on over, Cait. Your little man awaits.”

Now that the moment of truth had arrived, Caitlyn felt her newfound confidence begin to melt away. Though she was still riding an incredibly high peak of arousal, doubts began to creep in. “I… I dunno,” she said guiltily. “What about Simon?”

“Pfft,” Morrigan spat dismissively, her cold, blue eyes looking piercingly down at the man on the stool. “It’s not like Laz is even a real man when he’s shrunken down like this, Cait.” She leered down at him with a nasty grin as she barked in laughter. “He’s just a toy, really — especially designed for our pleasure. Isn’t that right, Em?”

“Erm, yeah, kinda. I suppose,” she replied, her eyes flicking over to her little husband with a touch of worry before turning to Caitlyn. “Here, why don’t you just touch him and see how good it feels to have him close to you? Then you can decide what you want to do. Okay?”

Ember gently took Caitlyn’s hand in her own as she guided the reluctant witch to sit just behind Lazarus, the pale walls of her thighs surrounding him as the soft heat of her pussy warmed his back. Lazarus watched helplessly as her legs slowly came together until they finally made contact with his body, gradually enveloping him between their velvety softness.

A lightning bolt traveled down the reluctant blonde’s spine as she made contact directly with the enchanted little man between her legs. Another wave of shame overtook her as she realized it felt better than any touch her fiancé had ever given her. But that wave was quickly overpowered by a tsunami of raw, carnal desire. This little man felt so good against her thighs, she just had to know how he felt inside of her. She knew it would be her life’s biggest regret if she didn’t take the opportunity that was literally right in front of her. With a little squeal she squeezed the wet, immobile Lazarus betwixt her thighs as she ground her wet pussy against his back, holding on tightly to the stool to maintain her drunken balance.

“Pretty nice, right?” Ember said encouragingly as she watched Caitlyn grind herself enthusiastically against her husband.

“Mm-hmm,” Caitlyn moaned as she lifted herself up, her ass swaying unsteadily over Lazarus as she spread her legs to take him between them. One hand came down to wrap itself around his little body, while the other used her index and middle finger to spread herself before she carefully guided him inside of her eager pussy.

Lazarus gasped as she slowly slid his body into her, amazed at how much tighter she was than the two other women who’d already used him that evening. Her juices instantly filled his mouth and nose, running down his throat as his chest was compressed by her crushing rings of muscle. His ears popped from the pressure difference, making him want to scream out inside of her. But, alas, he had no breath to do so. While he knew that Ember’s thorough protection spells would mostly keep him safe, for the first time all night he actually worried about his safety. He could only hope that she was so worked up that she would cum quickly and release him from this sexual hell.

Caitlyn sighed as she felt the little man begin to take up every inch of her pussy. She’d never felt so perfectly and wonderfully filled, as if the little man inside of her was made to be there to stimulate every nerve ending inside of her. Fresh pangs of guilt began to knock at the doorway to her mind, but she brushed them away with thoughts of pure pleasure as she slowly raised and lowered herself atop her tiny sex toy. Though her arousal was nearly at critical levels, she was in no hurry to rush the incredible feeling that radiated out from her blazing hot sex. She closed her eyes and savoured every moment as she felt the greatest pleasure she’d ever known.

Ember and Morrigan shared a little smile as they gathered around their friend to help her along her orgasmic journey. The raven-haired witch moved behind the blonde, her arm reaching down across her body so that her fingertips curled against the fiery nubbin of her clit, while the redhead moved to her front, taking her face gently between her hands and giving her a long, deep kiss. The three of them moaned out in their shared passion, the warmth from the wine along with their arousal making them all break out into a light sheen of sweat.

Caitlyn leaned back against Ember’s bare chest and moaned, feeling so amazingly satisfied as the husband and wife team worked together to make her pussy feel the best it ever had. When Caitlyn raised herself just enough, Lazarus’ little cock popped out, making Ember smile as her fingertips played with both her husband’s cock and her friend’s clit. Meanwhile, Morrigan was planting soft, sensual kisses along the blonde witch’s neck, making her legs tense up and relax in delight as she continued to slowly fuck the little man glued to the stool. Her orgasm was slowly and powerfully building within her, a firestorm that was sure to overwhelm her senses when it was finally released.

The tiny man at the center of it all began to feel like he’d been trapped inside this pussy for hours as his torture continued without anyone even noticing. Of course he was feeling incredible amounts of physical pleasure as his hard little cock rubbed along the slick walls of Caitlyn’s giant pussy. But Ember’s spell didn’t share any of the pain or discomfort he was feeling, so as he slowly drowned and was squeezed to death, no one around him was at all the wiser. All any of them experienced was the pleasure he felt, and nothing more.

After a while the two standing women wrapped their arms around their seated friend as they felt her body begin to shake and shudder, holding her 

gently as the massive force of her orgasm washed over her. Inside of her, little Lazarus came mostly just from muscle memory as his tiny body was crushed with an immense pressure he’d never felt before. Darkness began to invade the corners of his vision as he struggled to remain conscious. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass his wife in front of her friends.

A few moments later, Ember and Morrigan gingerly helped their friend off the stool, neither of them looking behind them as Lazarus slid out of her with a wet plop. The three witches collapsed onto the sofa together, gently caressing each other’s sensitive bodies as they shared soft kisses along with secret smiles and giggles.

Over on the stool, Lazarus coughed and hacked, purging his little lungs of all of the juices that had been forced into them over the course of the evening. Though his body was bruised and battered, it didn’t feel like anything was broken or damaged. All he wanted to do was curl up and lay down, but the magic that kept him stiff and upright prevented him from moving at all. He looked over at the very satisfied pile of women on the couch, wishing he cold wave his arms to get their attention. 

“Oi! Did you all just forget about me so quickly? Or is this still part of my ‘punishment’?” he asked with a raspy voice.

Morrigan raised her head and looked at him with a cruel grin. “Hey, Em,” she said as she gave her friend a mild shove. “What do you think? Has this little bug fulfilled his sentence?”

Ember looked over and chuckled. “Mmm, almost. Almost.” She shook her head. “I still have another one in me. But I think he might need some help for what I have in mind. Grab him for me?” Her voice shifted as she began another set of spells, unbinding and unstiffening her husband as she shrunk him down to just an inch once more.

Morrigan sprung up with glee, practically prancing over to the stool to pluck little Lazarus from the puddle of cum he was curled up in. She grabbed him up between her thumb and forefinger, carrying him back to Ember, who was slowly lowering herself down to lay on the carpeted floor.

Caitlyn sat up, looking over in curiosity as she watched Ember spread her legs as Morrigan kneeled down between them.

“I want you to put him right on me, Morr,” Ember groaned lustily as she pulled apart her lips with the fingertips of both hands. “Right onto my pussy, please. And…,” she flashed a naughty smile. “Erm, I heard you using that tongue on Cait earlier. I wouldn’t mind if you…”

Morrigan giggled, dropping Lazarus from a height and watching gleefully as he landed halfway between Ember’s wet folds. Without a moment’s hesitation she leaned down, pressing her tongue along Ember’s soaking slit and pushing the little man deep into his wife’s pussy before happily sucking him inside her mouth.

As Ember moaned out, Caitlyn lowered herself to the ground, slowly making her way towards Morrigan’s bouncing, panty-clad ass. While Morrigan ate out their hostess’ pussy, the formerly repressed blonde got onto her hands and knees and pulled aside the feisty redhead’s panties, moaning as she felt the familiar taste of her pussy hit her tastebuds.

Lazarus couldn’t tell which way was up or down, right or left, in or out. The only way he knew he wasn’t in his wife’s pussy was when he felt the hard boulders of Morrigan’s teeth brush past his little body. Otherwise his whole world was warm, wet, pink, and fragrant. While he wouldn’t say he was having a bad time, exactly, he’d definitely had easier moments. At least he wasn’t being crushed, and at this size, pockets of air were far easier to find. He was amazed when he felt himself becoming hard even without the stiffening spell, though he supposed he was covered in so many pheromones that his arousal shouldn’t be too surprising. 

Ember squeezed her thick thighs over Morrigan’s head as gently as she was able as she felt Lazarus’ little body thrash around inside of her. Morrigan’s tongue alternated between lapping at her very hard little clit and pushing her husband deeply into her pussy. Looking past the pale redhead’s body she saw the bouncing head of Caitlyn behind her, making her equally happy and horny to see her finally let go and live a little. Though a deluge of negative thoughts threatened to break through, she chose not to think about any of them, leaving those problems for future-Ember to deal with in the morning. She brought her hands around to her big, bouncing breasts, squeezing them together before pulling roughly at her nipples as she felt her final orgasm of the evening burst out of her, literally. A stream of hot cum squirted from within, hitting Morrigan squarely in the face as she licked vigorously, her tongue accidentally pushing the wayward little man so far inside of his wife that he swore he could feel her cervix.

Caitlyn and Morrigan giggled softly as they rolled their spent, boozy bodies onto the soft carpeting. The three exhausted witches curled up, their breathing slowing until finally, one by one, they all drifted off into a deep slumber. The only person in the house left awake was little Lazarus, buried deep inside Ember’s still clenching pussy, forgotten once again as he tried to claw his way out in escape. But, eventually, even he ran out of energy, his consciousness slowly slipping away as he fell asleep inside of her.