Chris closed his eyes, taking a moment to focus on his breathing—inhaling and exhaling the hot, humid air from the steamy bathroom. He was floating, not in the Tupperware container from before, but in a tiny toy boat that Shannon had found when she went through his old toys the other day. She’d almost forgotten that it was in there, otherwise she would’ve grabbed it the first time they took a bath together. Now, the waves from Shannon’s movements in the bathtub were gently rocking the tiny boat back-and-forth in a soothing rhythm.
But it wasn’t just the waves easing Chris’s tensions: moments before, he beheld Shannon’s naked body when she climbed into the tub; all of his apprehensions and reservations dissipated. The water in the tub was just deep enough to touch the bottoms of her perky bosoms, giving the illusion that they were lightly floating on the surface.
Shannon, meanwhile, was ogling the tiny boy lovingly, basking in his contentment.
“How are you doing?” She cooed softly.
“Just fine,” Chris said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, “just fine.”
“You ready to get cleaned up?”
“If I have to,” Chris said coyly.
Shannon reached over and grabbed her bottle of lavender body wash, squirted a tiny dollop into her palm, and dipped her hand just below the surface to moisten it. Then, she gently rubbed her hands together to build up a slight lather. Chris held out his hands, ready to receive his ration of soap; Shannon, however, had something else in mind.
“That’s OK, sweetie,” she said, urging him to put his hands down, “I thought maybe I’d take care of this.”
“W-What do you mean?” Chris asked, confused.
“Just trust me, OK?” she murmured. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Uh, OK,” Chris said, his apprehension returning.
Shannon reached for the 2-inch boy, tenderly picking him up in her soapy hands, and started running her silky fingers all over him, softly humming as she lathered him up from head to toe. The soap made it easy for her fingers to glide up and down the length of his tiny body, and Shannon made sure to get every inch. She enjoyed making him giggle as she skimmed his tummy, and watching him squirm as her fingers passed over his crotch, inching ever closer to his tiny member on each pass. Even though he was surely clean, Shannon didn’t stop; she was having too much fun teasing him, watching him flinch every time she touched it.
“Would you like to rinse off,” She finally whispered, “or should I continue just a little longer?”
“If you’d like to keep going,” Chris said, breathing heavily with indulgence to Shannon’s gentle touch, “I won’t stop you.”
“OK,” she giggled, “Hang on.”
Shannon rolled Chris onto his back in her palm and, with her thumb and forefinger, slid them over his crotch.
“Whoa! Hey!” Chris gasped, feeling her huge, plump fingers around his tiny cock, “Shannon, what’re you doing?!”
“Shh,” she quietly hushed him, “just relax. I’ll take care of you.”
As gently as she could, Shannon began rubbing her fingers together, sliding them back and forth over his tiny member. She carefully manipulated his fully-erect shaft, making sure she wasn’t hurting him, an impressive feat considering how tiny his cock was.
“Ooh! Oh, WOW!” Chris exclaimed, experiencing a queer feeling in his abdomen. He began squirming and shifting in place, thrusting his pelvis upwards again and again with each stroke of Shannon’s fingers. His breathing became more rapid; he could feel his pleasure building like before, when Shannon had placed her foot on top of him.
Soon, a new sensation overtook him: he could feel his body stretching, growing yet again, fusing with his orgasmic energy, increasing his pleasure tenfold. His body stretched; his ecstasy grew, until...
Chris took a huge breath, exhaling loudly and slowly; his body relaxed, going limp in Shannon’s palm, as if melting away into her wet skin. If any part of him hadn’t been covered with soap, it surely was now, considering all the squirming and wiggling he’d done. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, how great he felt, or that he didn’t care that it was Shannon who had made him feel this way.
Shannon’s eyes grew wide with excitement upon seeing Chris expand in her hand, though the entire time, she never stopped stroking his member, enjoying the feeling of it enlarging along with him. Quite the sensation indeed!
“Did you enjoy that?” Shannon giggled, knowing full well that he had.
“That....felt....amazing!” Chris said, panting between each word. It took a moment, but he was finally able to open his eyes and gauge his surroundings, confirming what he already knew:
“I knew it!” Chris remarked, “I was growing just now. I knew it; I could feel it!”
“Yep,” Shannon smiled, “you started growing again while I was finishing you up. You’re probably 3 inches tall now! Do you know what that means?”
“Um, I’m gonna be back to normal soon?” he guessed.
“No,” Shannon giggled, “it means you’re the perfect size to fit between my breasts.”
“R-Really?” Chris stammered, ears perked up, “Y-You mean it?”
“Mm-hm,” Shannon affirmed, “but....you have to do something for me first.”
“Uh...hey, wait!” Chris suddenly remembered, “You said you owed me one, remember?”
“Yeah,” Shannon confirmed, “and I just paid you back. You don’t think that little release was for MY enjoyment, did you?”
“Well....yeah! Kinda,” Chris answered honestly.
“Silly boy,” Shannon said, “I did that for YOU, and that made us even. If you want anymore, you’ll have to do something for me first.”
“You’re not gonna make me massage your feet again, are you?” Chris whined.
“No,” Shannon said, shaking her head, “I’ve got something else in mind. First, let me rinse you off, then I’ll show you.”
“Well....Okay,” Chris complied.
“Ready?” she asked.
Chris nodded and took a deep breath as Shannon dipped her palm just below the surface of the water to rinse off all the excess soap. After a couple of soft scrubs, she lifted her hands back out. Chris wiped the excess water from his eyes and shook his head rapidly.
“OK,” Shannon said, dumping him back into his boat, “sit tight for a second.”
Shannon reached for the lavender body wash once again, this time squirting a sizable amount into her hand.
“OK, little one,” she began, “here’s what I’m gonna do: I’m going to lather you up really good...”
“...But you’ve already washed me,” Chris interrupted.
“Would you let me finish?” she snapped. “That’s only the first part.”
“Sorry,” Chris winced.
“Now then, once I get you all lathered up, I’m gonna use you to wash myself. You’re gonna be my little bar of soap.”
“Say WHAT?!” Chris exclaimed.
“I’m going to use you to wash myself,” Shannon repeated. “Come on. It’ll be fun!”
“Shannon, I don’t know...” Chris replied apprehensively.
“Ugh,” Shannon sighed frustratedly, “would you relax? I’ll be gentle.”
“Are you sure about this, Shannon?”
“Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
Chris sighed uneasily.
“OK,” Shannon said, “your loss. Too bad, though, I was looking forward to using you to wash my breasts.”
“Wait!” Chris stopped her, “What do you mean?”
“I have to be thorough, Chris,” Shannon shrugged. “Did you think I wasn’t gonna wash my chest?”
“Well, no,” Chris stuttered, “but—“
“...And with them being as big as they are, I have to do a good job. You know, rubbing them all over; making sure they get....really....really....clean.”
Chris gulped; his pulse quickened.
“And that’s just for starters,” she added. “At your size, you can get into all the hard to reach places.”
“Wh-What ‘hard to reach places’?”
“Oh,” she shrugged, looking around, “you know: underneath my breasts....Mm, and down my legs....”
Shannon began running her fingers down her body, calling out the body parts as she went:
“....Under my feet,” she continued, her voice getting softer, “....and between my toes.”
Shannon seductively scrunched her toes for Chris, hoping to land him.
“Alright, fine,” Chris finally relented.
Shannon flashed a huge smile and giggled; her body shook with excitement.
“Just be careful, OK?” Chris cautioned her.
“Don’t worry, I’d never be rough on my skin.”
She maneuvered her hands close to him, and Chris crawled timidly into her palms. He sat down directly in the pool of body wash; it felt unexpectedly cool against his warm, wet backside.
Shannon scooped up a small handful of water and gently poured it over the small boy; then, she slathered the body wash all over him, singing softly and occasionally giggling between lines as she lathered him up:
“Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap,
Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap,
I’d go slippy, slappy, slidey,
Over everybody’s hidey,
Oh, I wish I were a little bar of soap.”
If they’d been open, Shannon might have spotted Chris rolling his eyes with chagrin. It was sickening how pleased she seemed with herself, and Chris just knew that whenever she babysat him in the future, she’d always remind him of the time he was her little bar of soap. Thankfully, the soap bubbles camouflaged any part of him currently blushing.
“OK kiddo, are you ready?” Shannon asked.
“Uh, Shannon...quick question?” Chris asked anxiously, blowing the soup away from his mouth, “You’re not planning on using me to wash....like, everything, are you?”
“Mm hm,” Shannon nodded slowly, “Every....last....inch.”
“Wait! Hang on a second...” Chris started, having second thoughts after hearing the emphasis on Shannon’s last few words.
“Here we go!”
Before Chris could object, Shannon squeezed her hand and brought him up to her neck, rubbing him along its contours. Chris could only brace himself, using his arms to shield his head, hoping that Shannon wouldn’t be too rough. Amazingly though, despite her quick motions, she was being gentle, albeit thorough.
Once she’d cleaned her neck, Shannon moved onto her left arm, sliding Chris up and down along its surface: down her shoulders, along the side of her muscles, past her elbow, across her forearm, over the back of her hand, and between each finger. Suddenly, Shannon‘s arm shot straight up; Chris was headed straight for her armpit. He put his hands out to brace, but it didn’t help: he plopped directly into the odorous region Shannon had shaved the previous night. Although Chris was glad there weren’t any nasty armpit hairs to get tangled in, Shannon’s B.O. was still pungent. Shannon then repeated the whole process with the other arm.
“Hang on, kiddo,” Shannon said, “I need a lather you up a little more.”
Chris didn’t have time say anything as Shannon’s fingers were massaging him until he was soapy again.
“Now comes the fun part, Chris,” Shannon said, “I hope you’ll like this.”
Shannon angled the 3-inch boy downward so that he was staring directly at her massive breasts, as if signaling to him this was his next destination to ease his apprehensions. With a gentle cupping of her hands, she caressed the tiny boy and placed him lightly upon her bosom, slowly moving him across the slippery skin of the top of her right breast. Shannon seemed to be taking her time, making sure that Chris enjoyed his endeavor, and ensuring she enjoyed it just as much. She indulged herself: massaging him all around her massive globe, sliding him underneath where her tit met her torso, and lastly, she pressing him gently against her areola, panting heavily.
Even though it was her massaging it, something about Chris making contact with her erect nipple filled her with intense pleasure; she really hoped Chris was just as turned on as she was. In fact, Shannon was so aroused, she went even slower washing her other tit.
All the while, Chris felt it best to simply submit, letting Shannon do all the work. His efforts to curb her enthusiasm were fruitless anyway, so he simply braced himself for the ride. Being a bar of soap was not his cup of tea, even when he was dragged across Shannon’s breasts, but he figured it best to just let her have her fun. He just hoped she wasn’t serious about washing everything, as there were two places he absolutely did not want to be stuck right now.
After several minutes of washing her giant breasts, Shannon gave the small boy a tiny respite.
“Doing OK, sweetie?” she asked.
“Kinda,” he responded nervously.
“I really enjoyed having you wash my breasts for me,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “You really had me going there.”
“G-glad to be of service,” Chris stammered.
“Well, I need to get a little more body wash; We’re not even halfway done yet and I’m running out of soap. You don’t hold lather like my loofah.”
Once again, Shannon reached for her body wash.
“Now, just hang on, OK?” Shannon prepped him. “I’ll need to get a little bit more than usual.”
Chris watched the huge bottle hovering over him, the spout directly above his torso. As Shannon squeezed the bottle, Chris put his arms up instinctively, soon becoming the recipient of a torrent of goop. The liquid soap covered his midsection; he lifted his neck, doing his best to keep the slime away from his face.
“Hold your breath!” Shannon commanded, taking another scoop of water and pouring it over him, and rubbing her hands together to build up a huge lather this time. Her fingers kneaded Chris vigorously, continuously stroking his sensitive areas; despite his aversions to be used as a bar of soap, Shannon was giving him quite the boner.
In no time, Chris was enveloped in soap bubbles, sliding all along Shannon’s midsection: over her stomach and across her belly button, but going no lower than her waist, much to Chris’s relief. Before long, he was sliding down her inner thighs, over her knees and shins, and across the tops of her feet. Shannon took extra time and care to press him into the wrinkles of her soft sole, and took delight in sliding the tiny boy between each and every one of her plump toes.
Finally, Chris slid out from between the last of Shannon‘s toes, hoping she was finished having her fun; unfortunately, he was wrong.
“OK, kiddo,” Shannon said, “hang on.”
With one quick motion, she braced herself and stood up in the tub, her legs spread slightly apart. Chris started panicking as Shannon‘s hands started pushing him towards her crotch. He started squirming feverishly, trying to get away.
“SHANNON!” he yelled up, “SHANNON, STOP! PLEASE!”
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she replied, “We’re almost done.”
“NO, SHANNON! PLEASE! DON’T WASH THERE!”
“Honey, I have to,” she urged, halting his forward motion about six inches from her crotch. “You wouldn’t want me walking around with the smelly crotch all day, would you?”
“Shannon, please, I’m begging you—” he pleaded.
“Now Chris, you be a good little bar of soap and you’ll get a nice reward later, OK?”
“Shannon, no!”
“Otherwise,” she continued, “you might find yourself sticking out of my asshole again.”
Chris halted his struggles, not wanting to endure that horrible experience again, though he was still shaking nervously.
“There’s a good boy,” Shannon cooed. “Now, hold on.”
Chris braced himself as Shannon slowly drew his body into her pelvis, lightly running him through a sea of damp pubic hair. Her breathing quickened and her pulse raced, stimulated by the gentle massage she was giving herself. Once again, something about having Chris in her hands, despite doing it herself, was heightening her pleasure. Shannon quickly ran him through the creases where her legs met her pelvis, then shoved him directly onto her vagina, unable to stand any more waiting.
Poor Chris felt helpless: he was thrust right into Shannon’s vagina, though thankfully, he remained outside of it. It wasn’t much better, however, as Shannon rubbed him up, down, and all around, smearing his soapy body in vaginal secretions as he slid back and forth across her clit. He struggled, trying to call out to the giantess, begging for her to stop, but Shannon wasn’t listening: she had closed her eyes and was to preoccupied with orgasmic energy, and Chris’s struggles only heightened her pleasure. Shannon started rubbing faster, and Chris’s ride got much rougher; despite the natural lubrication, the friction and heat became much more intense.
Finally, Shannon’s muscles tightened, she exhaled deeply, and the rubbing slowed to a stop. She pulled the tiny boy away from her crotch.
“There now,” she sighed, still panting. “Much better. You did a great job!”
Chris was still in shock, trying to recover.
“I wish you could be my little bar of soap every day,” she giggled, wrinkling her nose at him.
“Shannon, that was humiliating,” Chris finally spoke, trying to wipe the juices from his face.
“I’m sorry, hun,” she giggled, trying to explain, “but I couldn’t help it. If it’s any consolation, I WAS trying to be gentle, and I did show some restraint. I could have shoved you inside me.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Chris replied sarcastically, not wanting that mental picture.
Shannon ignored his comment, reaching into her wet pussy with two soapy fingers to complete her scrubbing; Chris looked away intently.
“OK, little man,” Shannon said, “one last place to get.”
“What?!” Chris exclaimed. “Shannon, you’ve washed everywhere—Oh no! Shannon, please, NOT THAT!”
Chris was already in motion, arcing around to her backside. He was screaming for mercy, pleading for Shannon to stop, but she paid him no heed.
“Sorry, little man, but we had a deal. I’m NOT going to miss my ass!”
Chris slammed into Shannon’s right butt cheek and felt himself moving in circular motions across the slippery terrain. Then, just as quickly, Shannon switched to the other cheek. At least l both ass cheeks felt just as squishy as Shannon’s breasts, providing Chris some solace; of course, her breasts didn’t have a source of foul odor nestled in between them.
Due to its size, Shannon’s behind took a while to clean, but inevitably, the moment Chris had been dreading had arrived. He could only look on in horror as Shannon squatted slightly, spreading her legs a bit more; then, with her free hand, she spread her ass cheeks apart.
“SHANNON! NOOOOOO—!”
Shannon shoved the poor boy square into her ass crack; his cries were completely cut off. He was continuously thrust up-and-down along her crack, squished by the massive globes on either side of him. For Chris, being 3 inches tall didn’t make the experience any better. He tried thrashing about, but between her giant hand and her massive ass cheeks, Chris wasn’t going anywhere, and Shannon was making sure to get her butt extra clean.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Shannon slid Chris out from betwixt her butt cheeks and brought him around to her front, dipping him into the water to rinse him off. Then, she sat back down into the tub to rinse off herself.
Chris was sure he was drowning; he bobbed up to the surface, coughing and spurting water. He flailed his arms, desperate to stay afloat, and swiftly found his tiny boat to hold on to.
“Shannon,” Chris coughed, unable to finish his sentence.
“All done, sweetie,” Shannon interrupted, giggling, “You’re not as good as my loofah, but you ARE twice the fun!”
“Shannon, that was terrible! Yuck! Why would you do that to me?!”
“Hey, we made a deal, little man: you said you’d be my little bar of soap and, in return, you get some playtime later.”
“If I’d have known you were going to do THAT, I never would have agreed!”
“Oh geez, Chris, stop overreacting! It wasn’t THAT bad.”
“Yes, it was!” Chris objected, It WAS ‘that bad’!”
“Honestly, Chris, sometimes I don’t get you. You always stare at my ass whenever I bend over in my bathing suit. Why does seeing it up close suddenly disgust you?”
“Shannon, can we please just drop it?”
“Fine,” Shannon relented. “It’s over now, and now you can have your reward.”
“I’m not sure I want it now,” Chris ejaculated.
“Oh, don’t be such a spoil sport!” Shannon scoffed. “Now, would you like to lounge around in the tub a little longer, or get out and get dressed?”
“What I’d LIKE to do is feel clean again,” Chris said.
“OK, if you insist,” Shannon said, grabbing the body wash yet again and squirting a small dollop into her hand. She reached for the tiny boy, but Chris waved her off.
“No, Shannon! I’m doing it myself this time.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, just come here!” Shannon said determinedly, her hands coming for him.
“No! Stay away from me!” Chris shouted back, trying to swim away. Shannon clasped her hands together, but missed him; Chris had dove underwater to escape. She was tempted to reach into the water, but didn’t want the soap to wash off. Thinking quickly, Shannon twisted her foot and pulled her leg up towards her. Just as Chris surfaced, the sole of her right foot slammed into him, dragging him up and out of the water. Chris had no choice but to hold on to avoid falling as Shannon brought her foot closer to her face.
“Now look, little boy,” she scolded him, “I’m getting a little tired of this attitude of yours. I asked you to do something for me, and you agreed, no questions asked. Just because I said I’d be nice to you doesn’t give you free reign to misbehave. Don’t forget who’s in charge here, and being so small, you really need to—“
Shannon didn’t finish her sentence. At that very moment, her leg shifted, causing Chris to slip off her foot. He shouted and flailed about as he fell, splashing a moment later into the water below, taking several seconds to surface.
“Dang it!” Shannon cursed, putting her leg down, “Come here!”
“No! Leave me alone!”
Unfortunately, being right below Shannon, Chris didn’t stand a chance. Her hands immediately grabbed him, shoving him underneath the water; they surfaced with Chris squirming in her soapy palms.
“Now, stop struggling,” Shannon demanded. “You’ll only make things worse for yourself.”
Chris, however, wasn’t listening one iota: he was desperate to slip away from Shannon’s grasp. She squeezed harder to hold onto him.
“Chris,” she warned, “I swear, if you don’t stop squirming, I’m going to sit on you!”
Chris didn’t care, he wanted to get away. He pushed against her hands, trying to pull himself free. Eventually though, Chris’s struggles slowed enough for Shannon to clean him off. Besides, he knew well enough to not to test her.
Before long, Chris was once again washed and rinsed. Shannon climbed out of the tub, setting him on the counter.
“Now, you just stay there and get your head on straight,” she commanded, handing him a dry washcloth. “Here, take this and dry off, and if you even think about running off, your gonna spend the rest of the afternoon in my panties, and trust me, I’m feeling extra gassy today!”
Chris wrapped himself in the washcloth while Shannon set about drying herself off with a fresh towel. He turned his back to her, not wanting to see her scowl at him. Reward or not, he was more than ready to finish growing back. He was done with this whole shrinking business!
While Shannon finished drying off, she contemplated to herself. She really hoped Chris would be more agreeable as the day went on. He was the perfect height for her to really have some fun, and hoped his attitude would turn around, as he wouldn’t be this size for much longer.
Once both of them were dry, Shannon wrapped herself in the towel, collected Chris and her body lotion in hand, and made her way down the hall to the bedroom.
Giantess World
