He was half asleep in the pink dawn of her panties, the soft fabric she wadded around him at night when he was finally allowed to get some sleep. That some light filtered through meant shed gotten up and pulled open the heavy bedroom curtains. He felt a pull into deeper wakefulness, and not without regret. His lizard brain had set off an alarm he tried to ignore for the bliss of a few more minutes of slumber, but it was not to be. He was now awake enough to hear the violence of water running from the showerhead in the bathroom.
He opened his eyes so fast his eyelids slapped their base with a clap that probably dislodged every microscopic skin mite huddled around his eyelashes. Adrenaline flooded through him. That she didnt reach for him to shower together typically meant she planned to do something intense to him, something that rendered showers null. He sat up too fast and bumped his head against the fabric of her panties, a pungent dome that blocked his view completely.
He began to work his way out of the enormous folds, able to do it in the dark as well as in the light now, having been her captive sex toy for months. One whiff told him there was a possible exit towards the left, and he took it, emerging from under a seam shortly after, just in time to hear her shower come to an end. Crusty-eyed and on all fours, he blinked to adjust his eyes to the harsher light and crawled onto the white ocean of her fitted bedsheet. To his left, an island of blue denim interrupted it. He recognized it for what it was, a hungry patch of threaded land, too tight on her, terra firma only until she put it on. He crawled out and thought of hiding.
He had tried to escape once, soon after his shrinking and capture, after she had finally allowed him some freedom from her panties. He took advantage of that freedom one day and worked himself past the front door sill where hed carved out a passage past the weatherproofing rubber seal with a shard shed missed while vacuuming and hed found on the floor. He got as far as her front porch before he realized he was food for the entire animal kingdom. When the front door finally opened hed been in a panic for hours, tucked under the edge of the welcome mat, unwilling to move for fear of being spotted by birds, and because he saw a cat napping on the landing.
She had been looking down because she was searching for him, and when he jumped out of his hiding place and threw himself at her toes, she consideredand only for a momentbringing her foot down on his ungrateful body and putting him out of her misery. She punished him instead. She disciplined him at great length, and he never repeated the transgression, but now he wanted to. To exist only as a sex toy opened the doors to unexplored philosophical ramifications: Did being snatched from the ground by a bird and being picked to pieces to feed her hatchlings not serve a higher purpose than whatever strenuous nightmare she intended to do to him? It might even feel better too.
When the bathroom door opened he felt the stillness of his body, frozen in place with thought as it had been, in deep contrast with the drama of her entrance. The exhaust fan she always turned on when they took her shower had stopped working a week before, and now the steam that accumulated in the small space had nowhere to go until she reopened the door. When she did, billows of it ushered her presence, swirling clouds that made him think of a dragon.
Everyone wants to fuck a dragon, he thought, remembering the porn he used to look at for fun like a cigarette after an orgasm, though he didnt know anyone who wanted a smoke after exploding with pleasure. If his friends were anything like him, they rolled over after sex so they could snore annoyingly as they slept. The smarter ones cuddled. His hand hadnt needed such attention, so he had looked at dragon porn after victimizing tissue paper with irreparable stickiness. He thought about it now as he watched her, paralyzed everywhere but there. There, he twitched helplessly, trained as he had been to do so by her methodology from day one, ground zero. Twitch or die. Harden. Perform.
Now the stuff of his fantasies was real, and she was part dragon as she emerged, naked but for endless water droplets dappling her skin, the morning sun flooding the room and turning those droplets into reflective scales, steam a facsimile of the smoke a dragon might have breathed through her nostrils had she existed. Shes part dragon and shes going to devour me, he thought, the strength of that thought not enough to send him running. He watched her, curvier than those rolls of steam, thicker than thunderheads as she slapped each foot down on the wood floor, bringing herself closer to him.
Good morning, my darling little love, she said, her voice silk that matched the softness of her skin, and he stared at her wriggling skin, labia that scissored implacably towards him, breasts that bounced in his direction until she put on a bra.
Is it? Is it really a good morning?
She stared at him, surprised by his question. Every morning with him had been good by her strict standards, but they were unique to her, and one womans treasure is another mans torture.
Yes, love; it is. Its a wonderful morning. Cant you feel it?
I feel something, but its not good.
She stood still, suddenly a statue carved by decades of living, eating, sometimes working out. He pushed away from her bed with his hands until he stood on his two feet, curved uncomfortably over the threads of her bedsheet, but used to the feeling. What he did required courage; to stand and face her, to other her with his confession of discomfort. Would it make a difference in the turn of events? Probably not, but sometimes she listened to him. When she didnt, she sent her hand down to fetch him and did what she wanted anyway. Now she stood over him, her eyes unblinking, considering, and he sensed the question raging in her. Would she hear out her little fuck toy, or would she move on with her day, undeterred as always? The former won out.
Tell me what youre thinking. I want to know what troubles you.
His neck was already sore from staring at her face, so he lowered his gaze to her crotch, instantly scaring himself. Staring at her midsection always sent a code red to his every fiber, an explosion of fear that radiated from his balls, now the size of small crumbs, to his head and feet. His voice was unsteady but he forced himself to continue.
Im afraid of what youll do to me. When you dont wake me up to take a shower with you, it usually means youve lowered me in the echelon to a mere object.
Echelon?
Yes. Echelon. The spectrum from man to thing. Im a human being, but for months youve treated me like a dildo, a sex object. Some days you talk to me, and look at me and not through me, and I feel human again
but now I dont know what to think. You see me, youre listening to me, but you didnt clean me from last night, and Im afraid youre just gonna stick me somewhere hurtful again.
She smiled. Her face broke in sections when the line of her lips broadened, and her eyes glittered intensely. The joy in her face was carnal and insensitive. It made him feel
milked. His emotions, stressful as they were, caused her happiness. What kind of monster was she, to derive pleasure from his distress? She appeared to read his mind, as she often did when she reacted. She moved slowly, like honey pouring from a broken panel, pivoting to sit next to him, her damp ass cheeks spreading on the yielding surface between her jeans and his slight form. He only had time to stagger back and fall on his bottom. He stared at her, struggling to keep every molecule of urine in his bladder from pouring out in panic.
My poor little guy
I love you so. I really do adore you, you know? You are the source of so much peace and joy for me. Thats why I chose you to shrink. Yes, today will be intense for you. Youll be a strong little toy for me, wont you? I need you. I need you so much.
Please! Im so tired! To his shock, he felt the sting of tears hop in place in his eyes. There was no humiliating trail down his cheeks until she continued.
That doesnt matter. Youre going to spend the day between my ass cheeks, sweetie. Thats where I need you. I want you there.
He whimpered, and two infinitesimal tears rolled down his cheeks. He hoped she couldnt see them, but her stare turned hungrier then, and he doubted shed missed his vulnerable display. He soldiered on and argued his point.
Please, reconsider! Im only two inches tall! When you shove me between your buttcheeks, it hurts. Can you imagine what thats like? You cant. The mass of you there is too large. Every minute of it I think Im going to die and when you reach for me to pull me out youll only retrieve guts and gore! Is that what you want?
She shivered, and the aftershock hit him instantly, his hands digging into the cotton fiber under him, gaining little purchase against the thick threads. Her grin was now wider, and not for the first time he wondered if shed ever get rid of him by swallowing him. The illusion was reinforced by the force of her words as she aimed each against him.
You stupid little fool, I dont want you to die. How can you say something so dumb? You may spend the day thinking youre going to die, but you wont. What you feel is irrelevant. I need you between my cheeks.
That makes no sense! No one in the world puts little things in their ass to feel better! This is so fucked up!
She straightened up her back then, seeming taller to him when she did, the glimmer of joy diminished somewhat, and transformed into something he knew and feared: anger.
Do you want to know whats fucked up? I was eleven years old when I first felt a mans hand against my ass. I couldnt understand what was happening at first. I couldnt move. I was terrified and trying to decipher the event in my head. There I was, a child, in a public place, and some asshole was feeling me up!
Im sorry that happened to you, but I
That was not the last time that happened. My hips grew wider, and I hated them because men whispered filth at me. My ass grew rounder, and I hated it because men touched it accidentally every chance they got. I felt ashamed. I felt hatred against my own body because it garnered such attention. I was just a girl. I shouldnt have had to deal with those emotions. I shouldnt have had to deal with the filth in those mens minds.
But how is that my fault? I didnt do any
When I force you between my cheeks, I feel good. Youre my amulet against those bad feelings. You saved me
do you know that?
I dont understand
I know you dont. You understand so little about the way I feel!
I can say the same about you! Ive begged you to return me to my life, to what I was before you shrank me. You dont understand how I feel.
Thats different, my darling.
But
My ass is beautiful. I still dont understand why it makes men jerk off as soon as they see it, but its wonderful. I know that now. There are days I look at it and wish it were smaller, flatter, narrower
and thats where you come in. I pick up your tiny body, and I stick you down between my cheeks, where I can feel you bound to my skin. I know each mass pounds upon you, grinding against your shape with every step I take, and I feel better. You help me feel better. No one assaults me anymore, except for my own mind
and when it does, youre there to protect me, to make me feel safe.
That makes no sense! I cant keep your ass safe! Not when Im this tiny.
I know. Its not logical, but its true. You belong in my ass, making me feel good about it.
Please
I beg you
dont put me there. Drop me down your panties, and Ill rub and punch and kick all day long. Ill be good, I promise. Just dont put me in your ass! Its too big!
A click. A resounding click. It was only in his head that he heard it, but it was as loud as the world splitting in half. That click originated from her eyes, when she went from seeing and treating him like a little man to repurposing him into an object. Her eyes glazed over as the click spread, and her wicked smile widened until her dimples erupted from her soft cheeks.
Listen to me! Im a man! Im not an amulet, I offer no protection! If someone wants to feel you up, they will, and theyll probably crush me while theyre at it!
She winked then, her eyelid traveling over her right eye like a firing pin hitting the gunpowder that was his fear. She was beyond listening as she stood up and reached for her bra, a flimsy gathering of sheer fabric that was home of some of her tortuous days with him. She slipped it on in seconds and grabbed her jeans, stepped into them with delicate feet that transformed into curvy calves and finally thick thighs, the kind that smothered men her size, and squeezed their skulls until they begged to be allowed to live. There were no such men in the room now; there was only one little sex toy, and his strong wish to survive. She hadnt finished pulling up her jeans when heforcing himself to his feet after she last shook the earth and sent him careening down againturned around and took off at bug speed towards the mirage refuge of her pillows. Above him, laughter thundered.
You cant escape, my love, she said, simple words that still echoed in his brain as she bent carelessly and wrapped her right hand around him. Youre going to be my panties and my refuge. Im going to masticate your slight shape in my ass, and every time I feel you slide up or down, Ill feel peace. Ill feel love. Ill feel the safety of having made the right choice in you. Youll never touch me when I dont want to because I already put you there myself. Youll never molest me or say lewd things to me because youll be too busy trying to breathe. You wont see my beautiful ass as a thing to be ravished, but feared, respected, avoided. Cant you see how that makes me feel?
She dropped him then, his body reborn from dark to light and then darkness again as it fell into the tight wedge of her crack, only a moment before she pulled her jeans all the way up, a tidal wave of fabric that swept him under as he only began to comprehend what she was doing to him
again. Before him, there was only flesh, fragrant and damp, and as wide as he could see from east to west, and from north to south. He screamed as he felt himself slide, and he screamed again when the denim she drove ran him over, parked itself over him, and pushed him deeper into her. Part of him tried to calm himself, but then she started walking.
Giantess World
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