Linda grinned wickedly. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you. I'm done taking your shit. You wanted to have sex with me? How about this, big guy? Take me right now." Without warning, Linda hoisted herself onto the countertop, her ass passing over Tom's head. Tom thought it would land on him. Instead, it landed behind him, straddling his tiny form. He stared up at her in disbelief as she began to undulate her hips, rocking back and forth in a slow, sensual rocking motion. The giant pussy was hidden behind her underwear right in front of his face. He smelled it and realized she was turned on. She was enjoying herself far too much for his liking.

"Tom, look up at my face. Even though you're an asshole, I'm still going through with the three way. For my sake-- not yours."  "Seriously, Linda? You sound upset. Which you shouldn't be since it was your fault that I was angry. You're the one who broke the agreement to wear the slave outfit.”

He gazed at Linda's flat abdomen and round breasts, magnified thousands of times. He imagined what it would look like if she were laying on top of a second woman, breast against breast, flat abs against flat abs. Linda grabbed Tom again. She held him to her face. Giant fingers secured him so tightly that he couldn't budge. After looking each other in the eyes for a few seconds,  Linda placed Tom on the floor.

She turned around from Tom so that she could surprise him with her next move, designed to anger him. She grabbed a cigarette and lighter from her purse, knowing that Tom would never notice because he would be fixated on her ass in that miniskirt. Tom was indeed mesmerized. That titanic curved ass looked amazing from the floor.

Linda lit the cigarette. She inhaled a giant hit. When she turned back around to face Tom, he became frightened. It felt as if a mountain had spun around at 70 miles an hour. That much mass shouldn't be able to move that quickly, Tom surmised.

Linda had moved the cigarette behind her back, hiding it from Tom. She smiled, lips together. Tom had no idea that her lungs were filled with enough smoke to fill a house at his size. Linda bent forward, her giant mouth inches from his face. Suddenly, she exhaled a stream of smoke right in his face.

Tom was surrounded by the smoke. It was a huge plume coming at him at forty miles per hour but was not thick enough to make him cough. Nevertheless, it was so much smoke that it was disgusting. Linda giggled cruelly at his misfortune. "Did you think this was going to be easy, Tom? There's nothing easy about the consequences of taking control of someone's life."

As she spoke, Linda took another drag of her cigarette, the end glowing bright red in the dim light of the kitchen. Tom noticed a hand just behind him, preventing him from running. He had no choice but to watch in horror as she brought the cigarette closer to his body, teasing him with the possibility of harm. He realized that the glowing hot tip was big enough to pass right through his torso. She moved it away after maybe ten seconds of silence between them.

Tom, obviously not a fast learner, concluded  that Linda again went against his wishes. His fear gave way to rage: Tom screamed, "I told you never to smoke in the house. You know how I hate that smell." Linda smirked again. She grabbed a drinking glass and bent down toward Tom.

Tom saw her grab the glass but the movement toward him was so quick he didn't have time to process what she was about to do. With a crashing noise, the glass was place upside down over Tom. Tom was infuriated. He clenched his tiny fists and looked through the clear glass into her eyes. He screamed,  "You smell up my house and now you trap me under this glass?"

Linda could barely hear him. She looked at the cigarette in her hand and brought it to her mouth. Tom watched the giant cigarette enter her lips. He saw the tip become more fiery as she inhaled. Linda looked down at the minuscule asshole. She savored every moment of this newfound power, relishing in the knowledge that she had finally found a way to assert herself in her relationship with Tom.

She tilted the glass and exhaled into it, placing it back into place over Tom. She could see him clearly. Tom looked more angry, which displeased her. She wanted fear but all she got was anger. He wasn't even coughing. That's when it hit her. The technique of blowing the smoke into the glass was all wrong.

Tom watched from inside the glass as the cigarette returned to the giant lips. He wondered how much force was involved in those lips forming a tight seal around the cigarette. This time, when the tip became more fiery, Tom noticed that Linda was not inhaling. Instead her cheeks were widening. She had an amused look on her face.

Linda tilted the glass off the ground about a quarter of an inch and quickly blew the undiluted smoke into it before tilting the glass back down over Tom. This time, the glass was so filled with smoke that Tom and Linda could barely see each other.  Tom held his breath as long as he could. He knew that the smoke was going to be a lot stronger this time. So strong that his eyes began to burn as he held his breath.

At the last second, when he could no longer hold his breath, he inhaled the thick smoke that had been displaced from her living room sized mouth. He began coughing violently. Linda could barely see him through that thick smoke. She could see that he was bent over and coughing. She figured he would survive for a minute or two and watched the glass. Linda was drunk with power. She felt a wetness in her loins. She relished Tom suffering in the thick smoke. A small puff from her was powerful enough to make Tom almost disappear in that glass.

Tom panicked. He knew he would die soon. He couldn't stop coughing. Suddenly, the giant glass tilted. With a gigantic smoke free exhale, Linda cleared the glass of smoke before placing the glass back down over Tom. Even though the smoke cleared, he could not stop coughing for at least another minute before recovering.

Linda finally raised the glass and placed it to the side, now lying on her abdomen facing Tom. He could see her lying down facing the opening of the glass. Her cleavage was fifty feet away and enormous, the gigantic breasts being constrained by her massive bra. He was livid, which was a more powerful impulse than the sexual nature of the tons of breasts forming her cleavage. "You fucking bitch. You are so fucked when I go back to being un-shrunk next week." As intense as Tom's anger was, the giant Linda's anger was greater.

She looked at him in the glass and came up with another idea to get revenge. She placed the glass right side up on the table, with Tom trapped inside. The two of them stared daggers at each other without saying a word. Little did Tom know that Linda needed that moment of silence for her next act of revenge.

Linda brought her mouth over the glass. Tom saw the giant white teeth form a smile. Then he saw the lips slowly close. No more than a second later, the lips formed into an unusual shape. Suddenly they changed shape again, with the mouth slightly open. Tom was blown to the floor of the glass by a blast of air followed by what seemed like fifty gallons of spit hurled at him at what felt like a hundred miles an hour. To Tom, it was like being hit with a gooey version of a water cannon. He was plastered against the back of the glass, lying in a pool of spit that almost submerged him.

Linda placed the glass back on the floor and said, "OK Tom, you can get out now." Tom dragged himself out of the glass, covered in spit. There Linda was again, standing in power pose. Tom noticed  each high heel was at least 15 feet tall compared to himself. Linda said, "Tom, lay down on your back." "Fuck you Linda. You nearly drowned me with your spit. I'm not laying down."

Linda laughed at that “drowned…” comment. She didn’t realize that her spit would seem that voluminous to little Tom in that glass. "Tom, I've got the rest of that pack of cigarettes--you can go back into the glass instead if you want. Or you can lay on your back. Don't worry, I'm not going to crush you."  "How do I know I can trust you?"  "Tom, don't you realize I could crush you right now if I felt like it?" Tom concluded that she was right. It would be so easy for her to crush him in a number of ways. Her fist, her shoe, fuck, even one of her tits could crush him. He had no choice but to lie down on the floor. Suddenly the right high heeled shoe rose above him. To Tom, it was bigger than a bus.

Tom tensed up, thinking Linda might push that shoe down and turn him into paste. Instead, she lowered it ever so gently until it barely rested on him. The sensation sent chills down his spine. This was something entirely different from anything he had experienced before. She began softly brushing her shoe against his skin. Tom couldn't help but feel aroused by the gentle pressure of the sexy giant high heel against his body.

His head emerged past the tip of the left shoe, his eyes locking into hers, and for a brief moment, he forgot all about her inadequacies and failures. All that mattered was the present--the incredible feeling of being dominated by such a powerful woman. Linda leaned forward, looking down at him with the eyes of a vengeful god.

"Do you want me to continue, Tom?" she whispered seductively. Unable to resist any longer, Tom nodded his head in agreement. Linda smiled triumphantly before raising her shoe, hovering it over Tom. She wondered what he felt like at this moment. I bet Tom is thinking, "Holy fuck that feeling of the shoe brushing on my skin is amazing but I know that it could suddenly crush me."

Linda resumed her tender punishment. As she started pressing down harder with each successive pass, Tom let out a moan of pure pleasure, unable to believe how sexual the underside of a giant high heel could be. Tom was indeed thinking that it would be effortless for Linda to gently press down and crush him like a cigarette butt. Even so, he was hard as fuck.

Linda continued her domination, relishing in the sight of her husband squirming beneath her feet. She transferred a heel onto him, seeing his minute hands trying to lift it in a futile gesture.

Tom was pushing with all his might but the heel did not budge. Suddenly it raised into the sky. The toe section came back down. Linda gently rested the toe section back on his skin. One shoe and then the other. Despite the occasional pain, Tom couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through his veins every time she pressed down on him.

"Linda, I'm such an asshole. You are perfect. I'm sorry. You did all this and set up a three way for me. How could I have been so clueless?" Linda looked down at Tom's face, which was just above the pointed tip of her right high heel. "Tom, you're led by your dick. If I made your microscopic dick cum with my giant shoe you'd be criticizing me again five minutes later."

Linda smiled at herself.  "Tom, don't you dare move from that spot on the floor. I'll be back in a few minutes." She went into the next room to make a call. She didn't want Tom to hear the details about the three way. Linda called her neighbor Dave. Dave had always flirted with her. She never acted on it because she was married. "Dave, it's done. Come over now and meet the inch tall Tom." Dave was out and running within a minute.

Linda went back to join Tom, who had not moved an inch. As she walked, the ground he was on shook with each step. She placed the ball of the right shoe on him in gentle fashion. To Tom, it was hot as fuck but also pretty heavy and scary. Tom felt the gigantic shoe lift off him. He was a little disappointed, thinking again that he would be the recipient of the world's largest shoe job. Linda looked at him on the floor, intentionally peering over her breasts. She imagined Dave hovering over Tom, naked. She wondered what Tom would think when he saw Dave's cock hundreds of feet above him. Another thought crossed her mind. Tom had no clue about Dave and expected a sexy woman to be the main attraction of the three way. She couldn't wait to see the look on Tom's face when he first sees Dave.

Tom, thinking that the whole episode had been an act of "pretend domination", concluded that Linda was roll playing as an evil giantess. He loved the pressure from the shoe and the look of malevolence on her face. He got hard thinking about how a simple puff of smoke into that glass could kill him. He was sure that the visual seared into his brain-- of her monumental lips cruelly curling before releasing the smoke into the glass-- would be jack off material for at least the next year. He didn't like the spit but was aroused thinking that she could generate hundreds of gallons of spit powerful enough to knock him around that glass.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Linda looked down and said, "Threesome time." With that she walked  toward the front door, leaving Tom focusing on the power of each step, with the ability to shake the floor and produce this clapping sound that was too loud for words to describe. Tom perked up, wondering if the woman at the front door would have a great ass, giant tits, or both.  Would she be as hot as Linda? Linda opened the door, revealing Dave standing on the other side. Tom's heart sank as he realized what was happening - Linda had indeed set up a three-some. With a fucking guy. Dave the goddamned neighbor.

Dave stepped inside the kitchen, looking around curiously. "So, where's the tiny guy?" he asked, trying to keep his voice down. Linda rolled her eyes. "He's on the floor covered in spit. Tom, I hope you're ready for our three way." As Linda said these words, she and Dave towered over Tom, who was still on the floor.

They both laughed at him, enjoying the humiliating position he was in. Tom tried to stand up, but Linda put her foot on him, pushing him back down. "Stay where you are," she commanded. Dave got down on the floor and gazed at Tom trapped under that shoe. "You know, Linda, seeing your giant high heel pin him to the floor is so hot." Linda glanced at the top of her shoe, then back at Dave. "What do you mean?" she asked, feigning ignorance. Dave grinned mischievously.  "Knowing you could crush the abusive little fucker just by barely leaning your foot forward is turning me on. How big do you think he is compared to my cock?," Dave asked. "Hard or soft?" she replied. They both laughed. Tom didn’t find it so funny.

Linda didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she asked Dave to stand up. When he did, Linda grabbed at the bulge in Dave's pants.

Tom still on the floor, looked up hundreds of feet to see his wife's right hand cradling the outline of Dave's cock. Tom, for the first time ever in his relationship with his wife, was afraid.  Afraid of the unknown. He had never considered seeing a giant naked man. Suddenly, he saw the giant female hand of Linda unzip the enormous fly. Fifty, maybe a hundred feet above Tom's head, the raging hard on emerged from the pants, which soon fell toward the floor.

Linda stroked the giant cock, smirking down at Tom. Dave kicked the pants across the room. To Tom, the power of Dave kicking the pants was remarkable.

Linda said, "Tom, do you know why I'm smiling?" Tom was silent. Linda lifted the heel up in the air and screamed, "Answer me worm!" She pressed down the shoe on top of Tom, a little harder this time. To Tom, it felt like a 300 pound offensive lineman was putting all his weight into a wrestling pin down. Tom struggled to speak, barely able to catch his breath underneath her massive foot. "Why are you doing this to me? I know you loved me once, Linda." Linda's gaze hardened as she glared down at him. "That was before I realized how much of a worthless piece of shit you really are." With that, she pressed her foot down harder, eliciting a groan of pain from Tom.

Dave, meanwhile, took off his shirt and threw it across the room. Linda couldn't help but admire his physique. She also noticed that his cock was huge. She squeezed the cock harder. Now it was at full mast. "Tom, since you never answered my question, I'll tell you why I'm smiling. It's because this cock in my hand weighs ten times as much as you. Imagine me taping you to the table. I'd have Dave walk right up to the edge of it and all you'd see is his enormous hard on hanging overhead. I could lift his cock with my pinky finger and hover it over you. All I would have to do is remove my pinky and this giant cock would be released and headed right toward you. It would crush you into a smear. Just me removing my pinky would be all it takes to crush you. Oh fuck, that's so hot."

"Easy now girl," Dave said. Let's have fun with the asshole first. Linda, still stroking the giant cock, looking down at Tom on the floor, said, "You're right. Let's fuck right now." Dave said, "If we fuck right now, I'm gonna last ten seconds. I haven't come in five days and you've been stroking me-- not to mention that I almost came while I was  looking at your high heel pressing down on your bug sized husband on the floor. Then you almost made me come again with your pinky finger comment. If we fuck, there's no way I'll last ten seconds."

Linda thought for a moment. She didn't want a ten second fuck. "Tom, get back in the glass". Tom ran back in. Luckily, the spit had mostly drained out. Tom, back in the glass, realized Linda was right--she could suspend that dick right over him and hold it up with a pinky finger, that if move, would cause the colossal cock to swing down and  crush. "I'm much better off in the glass," he surmised.  

Suddenly, the glass was raised toward the table. Tom could see his wife's gigantic fingers surrounding the glass. the same hand that had just been playing with Dave's cock. Tom was happy to be off the floor. The glass was placed at the edge of the table. Not six inches from his position in the glass, Linda began stroking Dave's giant dick. "Dave, we're not going to have sex for less than ten seconds. Instead, I'm going to give you the best hand job of your life. Your going to come all over that little fucker. After you come, I'm sure you'll be ready to go again in a few minutes, which is when we will have a proper fuck lasting much longer than ten seconds."

Right in front of Tom, outside the glass, was an enormous hand giving an unfathomably strong hand job to a monstrous dick.  It was clear as day through the giant glass. Tom, who didn't want to look, turned around. Linda raised her voice.  "Don't you fucking turn around. Look at this or I will CRUSH YOU under my heel." Tom complied. He turned around to watch the giant hand job. The penis looked 35 feet tall to him. The hand was at least twenty feet wide. If he were placed between that hand and the gigantic cock, he would be crushed into a smear.

At that moment, Tom wondered where the lube came from. He got his answer within a few seconds. He watched Linda's lips purse, unleashing a hundred gallons of spit onto the giant cock. Linda sneered at her husband. "Tom, are you liking this? You're fucking lucky I don't force you to help me."

Suddenly, Dave groaned. "I'm going to come soon." Linda looked down at Tom and smirked. "That vengeful goddess look again", Tom thought. He saw fingers with giant red painted nails reach around the glass. "Fuck, the bitch can't keep the glass straight", Tom thought, as he fell down when the glass tilted. That's when he saw the giant dick headed right for him.

Luckily it stopped a few feet away from his perspective. Looking past the giant dick outside the top of the glass, he saw his wife's hand aiming the massive weapon right at him. Tom held up his minuscule hands in the direction of the giant urethra, which suddenly stretched widely.

When Linda was young, she learned that squeezing a garden hose could make the water spray out much farther. She aimed the cock into the glass and squeezed it, hoping to cause its spray to emerge harder. She couldn't wait to watch that cum hit her asshole husband like a firehose.

Tom concluded he was going to get blasted. His thought about the futility of his tiny hands trying to block the coming deluge. Suddenly, the cock disappeared from the glass, which was returned to the table. Tom smiled and looked up at Linda. "OK, you guys had me. Fine, you punked me. Real funny." Linda glanced at Tom with disdain. She wouldn't even bother answering. Instead, she turned toward Dave.

Dave meanwhile, was frustrated. "Why did you stop?" Linda answered, "Have you ever heard of edging?" "No". "Let's give it a minute rest and resume", she whispered in Dave's ear. "Getting you that close to coming and making you wait a minute or two will make your come so much harder in a few minutes."

Tom, still in the glass, wondered what the whispering was about. Linda lit up another cigarette. "Do you mind if I smoke?" "Not at all," replied Dave." Linda smirked into the glass and exhaled on Tom. Tom felt relieved that he wasn't blasted with sperm. Smoke was a small price to pay. At least it was diluted this time.

Linda looked at Tom and said, "Now who is pathetic?" She spent the next few minutes finishing the cigarette, blowing the smoke on Tom again and again. Dave said, "Hey Linda, blow it on my cock next time." Tom watched the giant lips slowly blow smoke over the monstrous cock. Dave hovered the cock next to the glass while Linda blew the smoke on it. Tom was speechless. Giant lips were blowing smoke on a gigantic cock just above the glass. Dave said,  "Tom, you're a lucky man to have Linda blow that smoke all over you. It feels great on my cock.” Tom realized Dave enjoyed tormenting him.

Linda went back to blowing the smoke onto the tiny Tom in the glass. Dave almost lost it watching Linda exhale each drag of the cigarette into that glass. Just when Dave thought that nothing could be hotter, Linda put the still lit cigarette on the floor. She grabbed the glass and set it next to the cigarette.

Tom watched as the giant shoe hovered over it and crushed it with a force of what, to him, would be tons. Dave watched as well and imagined how that must have appeared to Tom. Dave wished he could have been an inch tall to witness a gigantic high heel shoe crushing a two foot wide and ten foot long cigarette butt to put it out. Again, he almost lost it.

Linda grabbed Dave's cock, which was at least 10% larger than it had been moments earlier. Dave pleaded with her: "OK Linda, I'm overflowing. I'm getting blue balls." Linda smiled and went back to work. Tom watched from the glass. While stroking Dave, Tom looked up to see Linda grinning down at him, stroking that cock again, with a mocking smile. Linda said, "Don't worry, I won't crush you with the giant cock." She laughed like an evil witch from an 80s film, the name of which Tom couldn't recall.  

Tom was petrified. "OK Tom, you know what to do." Watch me give a giant hand job to the cock that could crush you into red paste." Tom looked up again. At least the glass wasn't placed near the cock tip.

Dave looked at Linda and said, "I'm gonna explode." Tom was thankful the glass wasn't moving. He was actually starting to get aroused watching a giant pornographic hand job. With speed that defied conjecture, the mountain sized mass that was Linda bent down toward Tom. Her fingers surrounded the glass. To Tom, he suddenly felt like he was on an upward moving elevator, a thousand times faster than any he'd ever ridden. The acceleration forced Tom to fall to the floor of his glass. The "elevator ride" ceased. Tom, disoriented from the deceleration, began to pick himself off the floor of the glass. As he tried to stand up, he fell forward and hit the head of his new "roommate", a giant purple cock head as wide as his entire body.

At that moment Tom realized that Linda had the glass in one hand and cock in the other. The hand holding the cock was moving up and down on the portion that was outside the glass. To Tom, it looked vastly powerful, a four ton hand squeezing a two ton cock at a hundred miles an hour, back and forth, back and forth.

 Linda placed her face under the glass and saw tiny Tom on all fours less than a quarter inch from the cock head. Linda was pleased with the view because she could see the expression on Tom's face. Dave said, "I'm going to cum so hard in a second. You better get that abusive fucker a life raft." Dave grunted and leaned his head down to watch the action. Linda felt the cock rear back and the dick start to pulse.

Inside the glass Tom at first thought Linda was going to pull the glass off the cock again. He was mistaken. He saw Linda's giant eyes peering at him under the glass, with a look of evil joy. Then he looked back at the cockhead and noticed the hand of his wife was no longer moving up and down but instead was squeezing the giant purple monster. Once Linda felt that first pulse, she squeezed that cock like the garden hose from childhood.

Cocks twitch a few millimeters just before coming. To Tom, it looked like a few feet. The head of the dick was as wide as Tom was tall.  The urethra suddenly widened and Tom instinctively closed his mouth and put up his tiny hands. They offered little protection from that first blast. He was hit with a forceful torrent of body temperature white slime that shot him against the back of the glass. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would, maybe because some of the spit was still there to cushion him. Blast after blast hit him. This went on for what seemed like hours. Tom occasionally saw the face of his wife under the glass when he could wipe the sperm from his eyes between blasts. She went from smiling to looking extremely horny and intent. Each time he got some of the semen out of one of his eyes, there was her smiling gigantic face just below him.

Tom tried to move away from the convulsing gigantic cock after each shot of slime but Linda adjusted its position perfectly to hit Tom. She was an expert at aiming the cum juice right at her insect sized husband. This is power, she thought. I'm making a cock cum so hard and aiming it right at that asshole.

Meanwhile, Dave couldn't believe this was happening. He saw the little abusive fucker on all fours in the glass. Watching his own cum blast that tiny guy made the orgasm more intense. Each contraction sent Tom flying around the bottom of the glass. Dave squeezed whatever inside muscles he had in order to increase the power of each contraction. He watched Tom try to get away but Linda would readjust, hitting him with the spray, again and again. Each of Dave's orgasmic contractions was far more powerful than the insect being thrown around that glass. Fuck, this is domination, thought Dave.

Tom lay sprawled across the glass. Within seconds, he was covered in sperm, the level of which was filling the bottom of the glass very quickly. As the force of the final few blasts began to subside, Tom was better able to to wipe the cum from his eyes so he could see. The level of spunk in the glass was getting higher and higher. Tom realized he might have to swim.  

Throughout the series of events, Tom was quite aware that Linda hadn't shown even the slightest hesitation or mercy towards him. She was the one aiming the cock right at him. Each time he thought he jumped to safety after a cum blast, the cock was repositioned by Linda to shoot the powerful slime right at him. He realized this was her merciless revenge. The woman who he thought was desperate and needed him had changed into a cruel goddess who delighted in tormenting him. She had always been submissive, but now she seemed determined to humiliate him until he begged for mercy.

Linda finally moved the glass away from Dave's cock. She set the glass on the table and realized that Tom was swimming in her spit mixed with Dave's cum. It was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

Tom was wading in the thick liquid, barely able to stay afloat. He looked up, only to see the giants looking down into the glass. They smiled simultaneously and started laughing at Tom swimming in semen mixed with spit. Their laughter shook Tom to his bones. Linda said, "Look Dave, you filled up that glass a quarter of the way. Isn't Tom a good swimmer? And did you see how he tried to get away but I would aim it right back at him? Then he'd go flying around" Dave replied, "It was amazing to watch from above. Seeing a tiny man so weak that my cum blasted him around that glass makes that hand job by far the best of my life. Hey Tom, was it good for you, too?" After this question, Tom, still focusing on swimming, which was difficult, was able to look up for a second and see the two giants laughing again, their eyes intent on his current swimming struggle.

Linda was barely able to speak because she couldn't stop laughing. "It's incredible how he keeps his head afloat. Do you see how your semen is so thick that Tom's arms can barely keep the pace he needs?" Dave looked down and said, "Tom, why don't you answer that question. Is my cum still powerful enough to make it hard for you to swim"? Linda knew there would be no answer from Tom, who was frantically  struggling because four ounces of thick sperm were tiring out the little fucker's arms.

Tom looked up to the two giants. He screamed,  "Please, I can't swim anymore. My arms are dying out. Please help me before I drown." Linda moved the glass away from Dave, who could still see all the action through the side of the glass. Linda answered,  "Don't worry Tom, I'll make it easier for you to swim."

Linda positioned the top of the glass and drooled a boatload of saliva into it. Tom watched it come at him from those enormous lips. He couldn't protect himself. It hit him with enough force to submerge his head. He swam as hard as he could to find air. He noticed that swimming suddenly became easier. The clear spit hadn't mixed under the spunk and was more watery, which made it easier to swim. His upper body was in spit but his legs were still in the sludge.

Linda realized she didn't spit quite enough because Tom's legs were still under the spunk. "Don't worry Tom. We're almost there. Watch out below." The enormous lips puckered and Tom couldn't look away as another blast of spit was headed his way. It temporarily dunked him down but suddenly, his legs were free. He was able to swim in the spit and it was deep enough so that his whole body was out of the sludge underneath.

The two giants looked through the side of the glass.  "There," Linda said and paused, "aren't you happy I saved you from drowning in the big man's sperm? My spit seemed to have help you. Although I wasn't sure you deserved the effort it took by my salivary glands. I guess on some level, it seemed like a fun way  to help you out."

Tom, exhausted but still swimming, thought to himself that Linda was actually  correct. Drooling on him was life saving because his body emerged from Dave's sludgy discharge. The spit was more watery and made it easier to keep his head above the surface.

Tom looked up to see the giants peer into each others eyes a hundred feet above. Now they were disregarding him. As Linda looked into Dave's eyes, she said, "Tonight is gonna get better and better. Dave, let's take this into the bedroom." Dave said, "I've never come so much. I don't know if I'll be able to get hard again." Linda replied, "Oh, you will-- when you see me smother Tom between my breasts and then stuff him inside my pussy."

For the first time in front of his wife, Tom screamed in fear.