Jack regained consciousness. Slowly.

His body was really flushed and hot, like he was in an oven, and his face felt rank and sticky. It had dried somewhat, so he figured he must’ve been out of it for a while.

Gradually he began to get his bearings, realising that he was pressed up against Caitlin’s naked, muscular body, still under the claustrophobic confines of the duvet. Her enormous form radiated an incredible amount of body heat, and he simply couldn’t get his head around the amount of energy she was giving off.

His legs were trapped beneath one adamantine thigh and his front tucked up against her torso, his head facing the lower swell of her ample breasts, which occasionally his hair would brush against as she shifted her upper body slightly.

An oversized hand rested across his back, pressing him gently to her abdomen as it rose and fell, although she wasn’t exactly breathing heavily – he couldn’t tell if she was awake or not, and he wasn’t going to risk finding out.

Every part of him ached, like he had been thrown around in a cement mixer. His hair felt matted in places from where he had been grabbed roughly, and he smelt strongly of Caitlin’s scent; the thought of which made his stomach turn a little.

As he lay there, trying to be as still as possible, he felt the duvet draw back and bright light flood in. He shifted his head instinctively to shield his eyes. It was only a tiny flinch, but sadly for Jack, it confirmed to Caitlin that her toy was no longer unconscious.

“If it isn’t Lil’ Romeo himself,” she mocked, guiding the cover down over her hip with a long, sculpted arm, allowing cool air and natural light to wash over his now-trembling body.

He looked up at this overgrown bully of a schoolgirl. He couldn’t do anything. It made him feel sick, she had all the power at her disposal – size, strength, money, influence… and he had nothing to defend himself with at all. Even if he could muster up the energy to take a swing at her, not only would it barely register as a love tap to someone so large, she could easily crush one little fist in the palm of her hand with just a fraction of her unreal strength and power.

“How was it for you?” she asked, amusing herself enormously. Her nose wrinkled up slightly as her mouth creased into a smile.

She seemed relaxed, playful almost, and her freckled features eyed his expression curiously, inspecting her pet with wide-eyed fascination.

This new, calm demeanour only drew attention to her undeniable allure; high cheekbones, intoxicatingly blue eyes… how was such a beauty capable of so much terror?

Her smile held for a while, faded, then re-emerged as she sensed his unresponsive, kitten-weak demeanour was not an act.

“Now don’t gimme that face,” the girl mollycoddled.

She nonchalantly pressed an idle digit into his face, smooshing his cheek, completely unaware of the severity of the trauma poor Jack was struggling to process.

He was in a state of shock, it was like he had been drowning, suffocating on her… under her… he didn’t want to think about it, but it kept playing over and over in the back of his mind.

If that’s what he had to look forward to, as a man out of scale, to be used, abused, and discarded like he was nothing, what sort of future had he? Maybe Caitlin wasn’t so unique, maybe she’d just be the first in a long line of Alpha girls that would treat him as a shrunken body to pleasure themselves with. Perhaps, that was all he was good for…

But what about Penny? Even Alex had shown some concern, was it pity?

Sure, they seemed liked they cared, but how did they see him? A little pet? Someone they could talk to, but who posed no threat.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he was beginning to see some truth in Caitlin’s words.

The girl was now gently caressing his back with her giant fingers, delicately, almost affectionately, like stroking a small pet. Her big hand would occasionally run up to his shoulders and neck and press more firmly, like she was subconsciously massaging him. It felt nice, incredibly surreal, given his circumstances, but a nice respite.

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was somewhere else, and that the finger tips he felt belonged to a girl his size, someone he could be intimate with, someone he could…

He had been in his own little world for a few seconds, disconnected from the moment, and in that time Caitlin had seemingly said something to him. His eyes opened up as he felt her calmly placing both of his hands inside one enormous palm; her long fingers enclosing around his fists, wrapping them up in an unbreakable grasp.

Before he could utter a word of protest, she raised his flimsy arms up above his head and dragged him up towards her head, but stopped short of sliding his legs completely free, both feet were still anchored beneath her immovable thigh.

He was now stretched out on his back, as if on a rack, and whilst it was obviously humiliating, she wasn’t using enough of her strength to make it truly uncomfortable for him.

Her free hand skirted across his body, the span of her fingers appearing almost comically large in comparison to him. Ever so gently, she began to brush her digits against the sensitive skin by his sides, underneath his armpits, causing his muscles to spasm as his body tensed up in response to her soft, teasing touch.

“Ticklish?” she asked, increasing her efforts to make him squirm.

He gritted his teeth as she grazed and prodded him delicately with her fingers, tears forming in his eyes as she toyed with his skinny body. She seemed to especially enjoy poking him in his armpits, stroking at the small tuft of fine hair there which was especially ticklish as he fought off the urge to laugh out loud.

As amused as she was, she did eventually lose interest as Jack wasn't giving her the response she desired.

“Let's try something else,” Caitlin said softly, mirroring the way she spoke to him shortly before she had her way with him. She was trying to play the coquettish babydoll now, not just the domineering vamp.

He swallowed silently. What was she doing?!

“I can be very… gentle, when I want to be,” she continued, sweeping the fingers of her free hand ever so gently against his thigh, tracing tiny circles on his delicate skin.

He begin to shiver as the proximity of her jutting breasts to his pint-sized member began to become ever more noticeable.

“Very… soft.”

The heft of one of her enormous tits slowly descended onto his hip, dwarfing him as she rolled over towards him; her pillowy boob spilling luxuriously across his lap as it pressed down like a giant, fleshy water balloon. A large fingertip then brushed along one side of his nutsack as he fought the urge to let out a small gasp.

He hated her. He hated her for this. But it felt so good, so un-fucking-believably good.

“Does that feel nice, peewee?” she asked breathily, claustrophobically, sexily.

“D-don’t… I don’t w…” he spluttered suddenly, recognising his helplessness at the hands of a giantess who was going to debase him for kicks. Again.

There was her delicate, unbearably erotic touch again, this time tracing a line along one side of his miniature dick as blood started to flow south.

“So bigggg,” she purred, biting her lip and pressing her mammoth boob against his stiffening shaft and balls, causing him another involuntary wave of pleasure.

He started to feel the cold sweat of fear, and arousal, his body barely resisting the urge to buck into her pliant flesh.

He had wanted his first time to be with someone he cared for, to feel a girl’s body against his, to become one with someone else. Nothing, nothing at all like this… invasive, forceful humiliation. He knew it would have been a long shot, and that the romance he craved might only exist in the movies of a bygone era, but the visceral, inescapable reality of his current predicament just ate away at him despite the overwhelming eroticism…

Gripping his foreskin lightly between finger and thumb, his captress began to stroke him gently, agonisingly, deliberately, stretching out the exquisite sensations to emphasise her complete control over him.

He could barely move a muscle, stretched out like a prisoner awaiting torture. This extreme physical subjugation only made the delicacy of her merest caress all the more intense, and she definitely knew it.

Her touch was expert, or maybe it was just because he was so inexperienced sexually. Either way, every movement of her fingertips, every drawn-out moment she allowed him to savour, was heaven.

“Please… n-not like th… not l-like th-” he stammered up at her, to no avail.

“Ssssh peewee,” she hissed, ignoring his pleas.

The redhead loomed over him; her incredible physique, her striking features turning him on with barely the subtlest expression. She slowly parted her lips, exhaling sexily, and he could not tear his eyes from this display. She had him just where she wanted him.

The girl relinquished her gentle grip on his rod temporarily, which now stood proud and erect, like a little flagpole. She waited, watching intently as it remained upstanding, occasionally pulsing as Jack’s body anticipated further intimate contact.

Her mammoth tits began to shake as she started to laugh at him, “See what I can do to your little body, Jack.”

He gasped as a long nail ran along one side of his shaft.

“Your tiny manlet brain can’t cope with big girls, girls who could snap your puny dick clean off.”

She wrapped her great digits around it, swallowing his length wholly within her grasp, and slowly increased the pressure of her fingers until he couldn’t help but scream out in pain. It was like his dick was caught in a giant clamp, and even after he started to holler, she didn’t loosen her grip until she was satisfied he’d got the point.

Her hand unfurled and his penis, visibly redder, fell back against his abdomen, semi-rigid.

“Ooh... I hope I didn't break it..." she mocked, poking it with a long pink nail.

“P-plea… no…” he gasped, yet again fighting back the tears.

Gentle fingertips began to work him up again, expertly taunting him.

“No m-more… n-no more…” he reiterated, beginning to feel the familiar spasms of arousal as his foolish loins responded to Caitlin’s ministrations. He wasn’t sure he could handle another squeeze like that.

Was she trying to train him to associate this with her total control over him? He closed his eyes again and tried to distance himself mentally from the sensations he was experiencing, but it was useless to resist.

He felt the familiar, heady flow of blood pumping down toward his waist, his excitation gradually building as he regained his former rigidity. Caitlin’s toying fingers eventually released themselves once she was certain he was completely hard once again

He opened his eyes to see that the girl was grinning devilishly, enjoying this far too much. Her big hand came down and enveloped his member a second time as he shook his head frantically, whining and wriggling pathetically as he now knew what came next.

Her mighty hand ramped up the pressure as he squirmed, but instead of crushing him, she quite deliberately began to service him, squeezing him powerfully with long, slow tugs that seemed to pull every last fibre out of him.

Jack could feel his chest tensing up, his arousal building - inching closer to release with every languorous pump of her unyielding hand. His heart thudded louder in his ribcage as she leaned over him more, watching his little face, his eyelids flickering and his mouth hanging open as the sensations overwhelmed him.

She could clamp down at any moment, and he was terrified that she would, every single time her hand milked him, but instead he was getting increasingly close to coming in her steely grip. The torment was not knowing if she would, or if these incredible, overwhelming sensations would continue.

Her beautiful face was amused, authoritative, unyielding. Just one brobdingnagian hand was bringing him to the threshold of release with strong, unrelenting strokes.

She was machine-like, completely unlike the way he had ever touched himself before, a leviathan determined to force this orgasm from him. It was like she was making him yield to her, imprinting on him as his first ever sexual experience. Her power was unreal, at any moment, she could crush his dick to nothingness in her mighty hand.

Please god, don’t let her, don’t let her, he kept thinking.

Then he heard her breath, as she too let out a soft groan of arousal. Getting him off… was getting her off too.

“Aaaaaa…” he yammered, fearful of the consequences of cumming but also desperate for climax, looking up at this monstrous, beguiling girl.

“C… C-Caitlin…” he gasped, his throat cracking as it had run completely dry, feeling her massive tit rub against him once more.

His heart thumped like a ten-tonne drum.

It was so big. So soft. She bit her lip as she concentrated on milking him dry.

She wasn’t going to crush him to dust, she was going to make him come.

Oh fuck.

“Caaa…” he cried out…

A lock of red hair fell onto his face softly, like it was in slow motion, tickling his cheek ever so slightly.

It was so innocuous, so at odds with everything else. A few strands of a girl’s hair.

Jack’s eyes scrunched shut as he felt a hot jet of cum flood out of his body and ooze onto her oversized fingers. The Beta let out a high-pitched squeak at the moment of release, and shook and writhed his way into a mind-bendingly intense orgasm far more powerful than anything else he had ever experienced.

He’d envisaged what it would be like for a girl, especially an Alpha, to bring him to climax, but this was beyond any reality he could imagine.

He completely ceded control of himself over to this most intense of feelings, his whole body going limp as waves of pleasure shot through him like sparking jolts of electricity. He heard himself making the most pitiful, helpless sounds, like when you get caught on a bit of barbed wire and have to pull free.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaa… aaaaa… aaa…” he gasped, the girl continuing to milk every last ounce of jizz out of his increasingly supple organ, squeezing him tightly in her prodigious grasp.

He could hear her laughing at him, scoffing at how pathetic he was.

She gradually ramped down her ministrations to a halt, eventually releasing him from her hand to inspect the gooey mess he had created.

“Ewww,” she said fussily, her voice rupturing the deathly silence, and he heard her wipe her hand on the bedcover a few times.

All in all it had barely taken a couple of minutes or so to completely break him. He could sense the satisfaction radiating from her; in the end, he had been utterly, comically unable to resist her.

He shivered and twitched, guilt-ridden and empty-hearted, forlorn, alone.

Torn between euphoria and abject humiliation, he didn’t know how to feel about what had just happened.

“What a cinch,” she breathed wickedly, her mouth close to his ear, ensuring that all he would be able to think about on the comedown was how worthless and inadequate he was compared to her.