Fulda’s voluminous hips swayed back and forth while she walked, giving me a feeling akin to seasickness while they threw me to and fro. The garter of her stocking held me tight, pressing me slightly into the soft skin of her inner thigh, and made sure I couldn’t go flying. Above me her black lace panties were dimly lit by light slipping under her skirt, and below I had a slight window to the world that wasn’t dominated by her colossal legs. Each step violently shook the pillar I was strapped to, though the ample thickness of her thighs did not jiggle. Likely that was the only thing which kept me from sliding further into her stocking until I wound up inside her shoe again.
Her sashay came to an abrupt stop and three loud thuds rang out when she pounded on a door. Light spilled out from a door opening, and I saw the tips of two socked feet on the edge of my field of view. “What do you want, short stuff?” Gina boomed. Why was Fulda talking to Gina?”
“Hey, if I have some people over for a party you’re not going to tell mom, are you?” Fulda asked. Each syllable threw a wave of vibrations through me that were pleasant in a way I had never thought possible.
“Probably,” Gina replied. “What’s in it for us?”
Fulda sighed and shifted a little, bringing her legs close enough together that I was nearly smothered between her thighs. “If you want you can come hang out and have a few beers, okay?”
“Good enough for me. Sound good to you, Jess?” Gina paused while Jessica silently answered, probably with an apathetic shrug. “Yeah, we’re in. When’s it starting?”
“Few minutes from now. Just get dressed and come down in about an hour, everyone should be here by then.” The door slammed shut and shadows once again reigned between Fulda’s feet. She turned around, removing the threat of me being smashed between her thighs, and headed downstairs. Each time her shoe landed on a step my whole world trembled, and it was only thanks to the elasticity of the garter that I wasn’t shaken apart during her descent.
I was immensely glad to see the bottom of the stairs appear through the bottom of Fulda’s skirt, and the force of her walking on level hard wood was much more bearable. She paced around the living room, her pounding footfalls resonating in my ears and bones. Compared to earlier, the quakes running up her towering legs were gentle.
A loud knock resonated from the door, and Fulda’s long strides quickly carried her over to it. When she pulled it open I could see the tips of some heavily scuffed Converse. “Hey, you’re the first one here! Come on in and make yourself at home.” Fulda stepped back and shakes ran through my body when her toe hit against the floor, making room for the Converse to slap clumsily through the doorway.
“I managed to sneak a twelve pack from my dad,” Alyssa announced, walking toward the kitchen. “Is that enough?”
“Yeah, should be,” Fulda replied, the waves of her voice making me feel warm inside. “If everyone else brings something we should be good. If not, I’ve had the key to my mom’s liquor cabinet for a while and we can break into that.”
Throughout the next half hour a dozen or so more girls arrived, filling out the party nicely. I knew some of them as Fulda’s close friends or teammates, but there were several voices I couldn’t place, and I hadn’t yet learned how to identify people solely by their shoes. Probably some people got invites solely because Fulda knew they could bring booze. At least, I hoped that was her motivation. It was the least nefarious of the possibilities. Fulda made small talk with each arrival, keeping it up until the next person knocked, keeping me fairly soothed by the physical force of her voice.
When all of the expected guests had arrived Fulda made her way to the kitchen so that she could join the party in earnest. I watched the floorboards fly by beneath her feet, mesmerized by the wood grain blurring together until her heels began to click against tile. The regular pattern of white squares and grayed caulk broke the trance just before I heard the distinctive hiss of a can being cracked open. She remained motionless while she drank deeply from it, allowing me a short reprieve from her movements.
“Hey Fulda, why you gotta wear those heels?” someone asked. I couldn’t place the voice since everyone sounded so different on such a larger scale than me, so I guessed it wasn’t someone I had met at this size yet. “We all know you’re tall, it’s like you’re running up the score! Anni doesn’t think she has to wear heels.”
A very low chuckle rumbled through Fulda’s body, probably noticed only by me. Slowly her magnificent legs walked back across the tile and into the living room, taking deliberate steps so that her heels resonated on the wood. She squared herself up with a pair of brass-studded white ballet flats much shorter than Fulda’s own shoes and hunched over, resting her hands on her knees. Apparently not short enough she bent her knees significantly, bringing her thighs together to keep her balance. I could only stare in wonderment as the tremendous wall of flesh drew closer to me, quickly mashing me between the two mountains of muscle.
“Aw, does little Eva feel insecure about her height?” Fulda taunted. Being trapped between her thighs doubled the sensation of her voice running over me, and I felt my legs go slack. To my surprise, I found myself becoming halfway erect from it. “Do you feel better with me bending over like this to be on your level?” Half erect became full while she continued.
“No, not really,” came a muffled voice which I presumed belonged to Eva. She was a nice girl, slightly shorter than me, who sat next to me in English composition. Part of me wondered how she got involved with Fulda to begin with, while another wondered how she would look to me now and, perhaps more importantly, what she would do with a person she was significantly taller than. “It seems like you’re just being shitty, but in a different way.”
Eva’s muted voice drew my attention away from my inexplicable erection and to the reality of my predicament. With Fulda’s thighs squashing me I rapidly depleted the air in my bubble, leaving me gasping at nothing. In addition, her body heat was now acting on me from both sides and it had nowhere to dissipate. It quickly became uncomfortably hot mashed between her thighs, and I began to sweat out what little water I had left from earlier. With my arms pinned down by her garter I couldn’t even use their feeble strength to push back against Fulda’s powerful thighs, not that I expected to be able to do anything anyway.
“Are you sure? Because I can keep this up for a while.” The surprisingly erotic waves from her voice stopped my panic from setting in, and in that moment I could only curse that I was still wearing pants. A compulsion to hump her thigh kept my fear at bay for the moment, even though there was no way I could act on it.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Eva replied, her voice faintly making it through the skin encompassing me. “Just… be as tall as you want.”
Fulda’s chuckle wove through my very being, and I struggled to move my arms to undo my pants. The firm clasp of her legs kept them solidly pinned at my sides however, and I was unable to do anything about the insane arousal I was feeling. “Good, glad I have your permission.” I clenched my jaw to weather this new storm of vibrations, hoping I would pass out again and not have to feel it. Instead her other thigh departed, freeing me from the suffocating chamber that amplified the pleasure I got from the sheer being of her voice. When she got back to her full height Fulda declared, “Hey, you seem shorter than normal, have I grown?”
Eva scoffed. “Yeah, it’s like you never stop, lucky. I sure didn’t shrink.”
“Yeah. Yeah, you sure didn’t,” Fulda remarked, and with a single step her immense leg blocked any view I had of Eva. Now able to at least wiggle my arms I moved them inward, bringing them up to the fly of my pants right when another tremor shot through me from the floor. I fumbled with the button as her other leg shot by me, just managing to undo it when her foot hit the ground. Quickly I ran the zipper down and shoved them from my waist as hard as I could, but the force from her Fulda’s garter severely arrested their progress. Luckily the impact from her next step helped them drop the rest of the way, pooling around my ankles in the midst of her magnificent gait.
Something stuck in my mind during Fulda’s brief trek. Had she shrunk Eva, just a little bit, right then? I hadn’t noticed any difference, but I knew from previous experience that for me to tell she would have absolutely no question. Another, larger question hung in my mind: had she been keeping Eva small this whole time, having found her undeserving of being tall? It was nonsense, and I quickly dismissed the idea as such. After all, some people were just short, like me.
Fulda loudly cleared her throat. “Everyone has a drink now, right ladies?” she began. Alyssa and some of the earlier arrivals were probably on their second by now, as Fulda no doubt already knew. “I think it’s time we get the party started with a little game. You all know King’s Cup, right?” Vague murmurs answered her, so she continued, “Don’t worry, I’ll explain as we go.” Her voice was driving me mad: I hadn’t been this aroused since early puberty.
Blood rushed to my head when Fulda sat, her knees forming towers with me attached. Reluctantly the other women sat as well, the sound of their butts crashing into the ground sounding off like gunfire. After everyone got situated Fulda stretched out her legs, letting me feel as though I were laying down on the immense bed of her thigh. She crossed the leg I was on over the other, and past the dark tunnel of her skirt Fulda’s legs continued for nearly a football field, terminating in the pointed tip of her high heeled shoe swinging back and forth. Beyond the shoe I saw a pristine beer can with a circle of cards around it, and past that was Eva, flanked by Alyssa on her left and a volleyball player I couldn’t quite place on her right.
“Eva, if you could be so kind as to start?” Fulda offered. Despite the risk of suffocation, I wished Fulda would just set her other leg on top of me so that I could finally just hump her to completion. Instead I watched the petite woman across from me reach forward and grab a card between her slender fingers, then take a glance at it.
“I got a jack, what does that mean?” she asked timidly.
“Ooh, this is off to a good start. That means we play ‘Never have I ever.’ Again, you start.”
Eva giggled. “Okay, never have I ever dated someone shorter than me.” Everyone but her groaned while she continued smiling, and it passed to Alyssa.
“Never have I ever played volleyball.” Another chorus of moaning filled the room while she and Eva were the only two not on the verge of being eliminated.
“I’ve never worn glasses,” said the next girl, glaring at Eva, who sheepishly put down a finger.
“And I’ve never taken an art class.” This time Eva and Alyssa both looked at each other while the playing field was evened.
“Never have I ever… had a sibling.” That was Anni’s voice, and it was followed by strong laughter. Everyone but her raised their cans and took a long drink, and most of them preceded it by calling Anni a bitch.
“Okay Alyssa, your turn.” I gritted my teeth while the gentle blond reached into the circle and pulled out a card of her own, then flipped it over.
“King, huh?”
“Yeah, that means you get to make a rule,” Fulda explained. “Whatever you say we have to do until the next king is pulled. If anyone forgets it, they have to drink.” Alyssa sat there for a moment considering it, trying to think of a good rule for this group.
“If you’re having trouble, my sister told me that a really common one is that there’s a little man on your can, and each time you drink you have to pluck him off, set him on the ground, drink, and put him back on safely,” suggested the woman to Fulda’s left. The voice sounded like Vicky’s, burned into my memory by the near death experience I’d had earlier that week. She had no idea how bad of an idea introducing that rule to this group was, especially when there was a little man less than a yard away from her.
“Oh, that sounds great!” Alyssa declared, her eyes lighting up. “From now on everyone has a tiny man right where their mouth goes. Be careful you don’t drink him along with your beer!” She chuckled and slid the card under the tab of the beer in the middle, then sat back to pass the turn on clockwise.
Before the next draw Fulda decided to switch her legs, slamming the one I was resting on into the floor with a great rumble. I hadn’t even stopped shaking before she lifted up her other leg and shifted it over, blocking out the meager amount of light I had been getting with her titanic leg. She set it down, practically centering it over me, and smushing me between the soft skin of her inner and rear thighs. Immediately the heat spiked inside the convection oven of her body temperature, and I had drawn in a deep breath when I saw this coming to hopefully stave off asphyxiation.
Fulda began explaining another rule, I think it was for threes, but I wasn’t paying much attention to her words. Much more pressing on me was the effect her voice was having on me trapped in a reverb chamber, and all of my worries temporarily melted away. I began thrusting upward, doing my best to rub my dick against her thigh despite the stocking being between us. She continued to speak while I humped her thigh, which only made me more resolute. It only took a dozen or so thrusts before I came, making a tiny wet spot on the nylon which I doubted she would even notice.
Having satisfied myself at last I calmed down, letting even the most pressing of my concerns wash away. So what if I could scarcely breathe and it felt like I was about to combust? I simply remained on my back, having been convinced earlier that even if I could move my arms, there’s no way I could move the thousands of tons of skin and muscle on top of me. My life was in Fulda’s hands – or legs, actually – and she hadn’t killed me yet, had she?
Minutes passed and there was no sign of relief coming my way. My tongue felt dry in my mouth as I became progressively more dehydrated, and my lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen. Another rush of vibrations shook the skin-tight cell around me, and I suddenly found it terrifying. Fulda’s quad twitched below me, accompanied by a jolt through her hamstring above me, and suddenly all I could think about was a week ago when she had simply flexed her thighs and crushed someone in my position. The longer I thought about it the more I wished she would just go ahead and squeeze, smashing me between her thighs – it would be better than the abject terror of being smothered, and quicker than my brain frying from her body heat.
Fulda’s oppressive leg slid off, freeing me from my prison. Air rushed back into my lungs and the cool air permeated my skin, cooling me down nearly as fast as I had heated up. I laid there panting, remembering how I had just came in her stocking, and wondered what had come over me. “Eight!” Fulda declared, jolting me out of my shameful recollection. “That means I get to pick a date!”
The view through her skirt shifted while Fulda rotated on the floor, swinging her legs around. Various faces were featured while she moved, framed between her ankles, until they set down softly with a pale brunette between her knees, her legs cresting whatever hill they rested on so that her feet rested on the floor. “Oh, sorry Vicky!” Fulda said, giggling. “My legs are just so long I lose track of them sometimes. You don’t mind if I rest them on you, do you, date?”
The ground fell out from beneath me, and Fulda’s legs hit the floor with a meaty thud. “As a matter of fact, I do,” Vicky replied. A tremendous shadow fell over the opening to my cave, and the crotch of a pair of black, skin-tight spandex pants all but blocked the entrance. “I’d rather they rest under me.”
“Ooh, kin-kay,” Fulda answered, and the heat coming off her increased by several degrees. “Just promise me you’ll be gentle, huh?”
“Oh, I’ll be gentle,” the titanic blond teased. “As gentle as I want.” I felt that this was going to get much worse before it got better for me. A set of delicate fingers snaked beneath Fulda’s skirt, pressing against the black fabric above me. Vicky pushed hard, and with a single great thrust my cloth overhang was torn away, exposing me to the light, as well as all the women gathered around.
Vicky straddled Fulda’s knees so that she loomed over me, looking down expectantly. The leggings clung so tightly to her well-muscled legs that they were on the verge of tearing in some places, and a dark red shirt clung tightly to her flat tummy and objectively large breasts. Her blond hair was cut so that it framed her face without obstructing her crystal clear, blue eyes. From her expression and the rosiness of her cheeks, I guessed she saw more than she had expected. In response, I began to scream for help.
“What the hell?” Vicky exclaimed. “That’s… a tiny man in your stocking!” Her jaw was still dropped open, as if she was having difficulty processing exactly what she was seeing.
“Huh?” Fulda tried to stall for time. “Oh, that? No, that’s a mole. Too much time outside, am I right?” She grabbed at her skirt to pull it back down, but Vicky held it up, leaving me clearly exposed.
“No, Fulda, that’s clearly a tiny person,” Vicky rebutted. “I can see a clear outline in your stocking, he’s screaming, and I think I even see his face peeking out. Just what the fuck is going on here?”
“What’s going on here, Victoria,” Fulda began, wrenching her skirt free from Vicky’s hand and shoving it back over her thighs, “is that you’re drunk and imagining things. The only tiny men here are the ones that Alyssa made up with her silly rule.”
“But I - “
“Honestly, Vicky, what’s your deal with tiny men? You thought that wad of gum was a tiny man, you’re the one who brought up that rule, and you imagined one just now, and don’t think I never saw you looking at my boyfriend! It’s like you’re obsessed with tiny men, and frankly I think it’s a little unhealthy.” Her skirt inched up a little, exposing me again.
“But – “
“Either draw a card or go home,” Fulda demanded, “you’re ruining the party for everyone.” Scattered agreement came from around the circle, and Vicky looked right at me. She gave an exaggerated gulp, then leaned in and drew a card. Fulda had bullied her into disbelieving in me. Vicky placed her hands on Fulda’s hips and began to slide off, but a powerful hand laid against her side. “No. You can stay on.”
The rest of the game proceeded without incident, Fulda having shown what happens to people who question her. Everyone soon forgot about the whole incident with Vicky accidentally exposing me to the world. She occasionally glanced down at me, but I could never be sure if she was confirming I was still there to reassure her sanity or simply admiring Fulda’s thighs. For the game’s duration she loomed over me, making me feel trapped against Fulda and somehow even smaller, until the last card was drawn and she finally dismounted.
Although the game may have been over, the party definitely wasn’t. The baker’s dozen of graduates were all either thoroughly buzzed or drunk, and had some trouble getting to their feet. Even Fulda had issues: her first few steps were uneasy, sending her tumbling into Vicky to keep from falling. While she fell I braced for impact, expecting to be killed by her clumsiness, but merely found myself sandwiched between her thighs again for a brief time.
Giggling wildly, Fulda pushed herself off her friend and stood back up, freeing me from the airtight chamber. She kicked off her heels and began walking, lurching me back and forth as she unsteadily staggered into the kitchen. I heard the sound of a drawer being yanked open, followed by metal rustling and the drawer slamming shut again. Fulda’s fingers dug into the stocking and seized me, roughly yanking me out of the skintight net.
Fulda held me to her face, and I saw a giddiness that had been absent since the first time she pretended to be a giantess for me. “That bitch thinks she’s sho great,” she muttered, easing herself toward the center island. She raised her other hand, and I saw that a single spoon was clutched in it. “Jusht becaush she briefly outgrew me she thinksh she’sh hot shit. Well, she wants an itty-bitty little man, I’ll give her one.” With a clang Fulda set the spoon onto the marble top, basin pointed away from her.
“Fulda, what are you – “ I began, but she cut me off.
“Get ready to fly, little man,” she whispered, and set me on the spoon’s handle. Before I could even scream she brought her fist down on the opposite side, launching me on a trajectory straight for Vicky.