Mack lied on the floor of his girlfriend's bedroom. Morning rays peeked through the window, illuminating the muted blue panties he was chilling in. Mack was two inches tall, giving him plenty of room inside his plus-sized girlfriend's discarded underwear. He was hoping to surprise her that easy-going Saturday morning.
With
an agitated groan, Emma stirred out of bed, slowly planting both feet on the
floor before her panties. Her eyes were still crusted shut as she sat there
naked. Emma was chubby, to put it lightly, consisting off a diet of junk food
and rarely exercising much more than her fingers. Fat breasts rest perched over
a bulging belly, framed by thick thighs jutting from a plump rear. Her dyed
blue hair, sticking out in all directions, draped her flawless,
groggy-as-all-getout face.
Emma
felt around the floor with her feet, searching for the underwear she tossed
aside the night prior. Mack tried to hold his excitement as she stepped into
the leg holes. She stood up and bent over to grab either end of her panties,
her beautiful body hanging above the tiny man in all its glory. But as his
ascent began, Mack tumbled forward, rolling around to the far end of the cloth
hammock.
"Aw
crap," he muttered, unable to keep his balance in the fluctuating fabric.
He was hoping to get intimate with his love's vagina that morning, but it
seemed fate had other plans. As a gluttonous pair of cheeks swallowed the tiny
up, Mack was enveloped in the warmth of his girlfriend's booty. She pulled her panties
up tight, wedging the man up to her puckered rim and sandwiching him within her
weight.
Emma
could feel some obscure shape in her knickers, but she was too drowsy to bother
investigating. It wasn't until she felt the miniscule tongue lapping at her
hole that she realized what it was.
"You
sure are eager this morning. You really want to spend the day jammed up
there?" She filled each hand with fat and squeezed her globular cheeks
together, grinding her boyfriend in tender affection. With the little movement
he was afforded, Mack continued licking which Emma interpreted as affirmation.
"Very well," she sighed playfully. "You can provide me some
stimulation while I grind."
She
walked over to a chair and put on the sleeveless tee hanging off it, a golden
Triforce depicted across the front. With every step she took, Emma's cheeks
rubbed against the tiny, massaging him in fat as she made for the couch in
their living room.
…
Emma
spent the morning grinding out license points in Final Fantasy XII. Every
few minutes, she'd grind her butt into the well-worn couch cushion to remind
her boyfriend that she cared. The sweat pooling in her underwear was a pleasant
reminder that Mack needed to get the air conditioner fixed, lest they melt in
the summer heat; though, a deranged part of his soul was compelled to
procrastinate on that project for a while longer.
The
woman squirmed in her seat, scratching her delightful itch. Mack was face to
face with the brown eye, and under his girlfriend’s wiggling, he found himself
slick with sweat and slowly slipping into the puckered gate. It started with
just his head, then the shoulders pushed on through, and then he felt his whole
body shift. A moan could be heard overhead, reverberating through Emma’s body,
as she felt her boyfriend penetrate her. She paused her game and curled up on
the couch, repositioning herself so her ass was pointing out and within hand’s
reach. A middle finger the width of Mack’s frame pressed on him from the other
side of the cloth, inserting the tiny into her anus.
Mack
wriggled against his fleshy binds, eliciting more moans from Emma. Before long,
his sweat soaked self was trapped in her rectum and forced to breathe the
stuffy air. The summer heat combined with Emma’s own, creating a sweltering
environment within her ass. The writhing and the prodding of the tiny’s
erection sent Emma spiraling. While Mack covered the back, she stroked her
pussy, bringing herself to orgasm after a few minutes playing with her lover.
Once
she had caught her breath, Emma rolled over and dove her hand into her
underwear, fishing her boyfriend out of her rear. Holding him by the foot, she
dangled him in front of her face, his sodden form cooling off in the open air.
“Good morning,” Emma cooed. “I’d kiss you, but you look like a mess.”
“In
my defense, I was aiming for your vaj,” Mack joked.
“Silly.
You coulda just asked. I woulda got you where you wanted.” Emma got up off the
couch and headed towards the bathroom.
“You
know that’s not as fun.” Mack fell into her open palm and stared up at the
wonderful face filling his sky. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Upon
reaching the bathroom, Emma turned on the faucet, letting a gentle stream of
warm water pour out from it. Holding Mack in one hand, she squirted a dollop of
soap into the other. The ultra-sensitive brand was originally intended for use
with babies, but it had grown increasingly popular among mixed size couples
unafraid of getting dirty and cleaning up together. Emma held Mack under the
sink, her soft, massive fingers rubbing the filth off every millimeter of his
body. It reminded her of washing her dolls off as a kid, though it was a lot
more fun now that her toy had a pulse.
She
devoted a little extra attention to getting his crotch clean, and then set him
on the counter, handing him a tiny towel to dry off with. As soon as Mack was
finished, Emma snatched him up and planted her enormous lips on him, enveloping
his upper half in her plush vermillion.
…
Mack
lounged on top of Emma's ample chest and watched her smoke Ganados in Resident
Evil 4. As a midday snack, she was slurping down Moon Mist flavored Faygo
and chomping on Cheez-Itz straight from the box seated beside her on the couch.
Mack munched on some of the crumbs Emma spattered his way, though he wasn't a
huge fan of big food. Emma reached in for another handful of Cheez-Itz but
found herself scraping at the bottom.
"Shit.
We're out already?" She started picking crumbs off her shirt and tossing
them into her maw. "You weren't gonna eat these, right?"
"Nah,
go ahead." Mack stood up and waited for her to finish. Standing so close
to her mouth, it still impressed him how powerful his girlfriend was. By the
standards of people her size, Emma was by no means fit or particularly strong,
but she nevertheless had complete physical dominion over her boyfriend despite
him being in better shape.
After
cleaning off most of the crumbs, Emma pinched Mack's torso and dropped him off
on her tongue, pulling his miniscule form into her waiting mouth. The acidic
aftertaste from her soda tinged her cheesy breath. It'd be enough to knock out
any unversed tiny, but Mack had grown to enjoy the smell as just another part
of his loving girlfriend.
Bent
over on the moist tongue, Mack used his hands to pick chewed gunk out of Emma's
teeth. Sodden, orange remnants of her snack were wedged into every nook and
cranny of her cavernous gob, seeping from the gumline and filling every molar's
crown. The tiny scraped off the bits of foodstuff and piled it up back by the
base of her tongue just before the bottomless hole of her throat. As he
performed his task, he recalled a conversation he once had with a friend:
"Are
you seriously still dating that big? It's humiliating the way she treats
you."
"I
don't think so," Mack had responded. "It's not like she forces me to
do anything I don’t want to. We just show our affection in unique ways."
Once
a big enough pile of gunk had formed, Mack was pinned against the roof of
Emma's mouth by her tongue as she swallowed the waste away.
"Thirthty?"
she asked. Mack watched as a green bottleneck filled his only view of the
outside and a bright yellow liquid poured into his dwelling. The soda pooled
all around him, washing off most of the gunk that was stuck to his fingers.
Mack took one sip out of polite obligation, but he couldn't take much more of
the highly caffeinated beverage.
"Too
sweet," he said as his girlfriend swallowed. She released him from her
mouth and held him in her palm, his body dripping in saliva.
"Right,
I think they put way more sugar in the big version." Emma licked the
lingering flavor off Mack, savoring the taste his own body added. "Your
tiny palate's too refined for my trash taste. I'll go grab some water."
…
"Smash
or Mario Kart?" Emma asked. Though she still wasn't wearing pants, and had
no plans on changing that today, she did put on a pair of wool socks in spite
of the heat.
"Smash.
Today's the day I finally beat you." Mack was seated beside her on the
couch. Now that he wasn’t inside one of his lover’s orifices, he decided to put
on some clothes: a graphic tee and boxers.
"We'll
see." She handed Mack his Switch controller, a tiny model perfectly scaled
to his height but able to connect to either size version of the console.
"The offer to turn on items is always open."
Booting
up the game, the couple picked their mains: the green-haired goddess Palutena
for Emma, and her angelic servant Pit for Mack. He swore up and down that their
preferred characters were a coincidence, but Emma thought it was cute. The
clacking of mashing buttons filled the room as the fight began. As always, Emma
went easy on her boyfriend, not wanting the match to end too quickly and
letting him pretend for a moment he had some semblance of victory in reach.
“Shit.
I forgot we had mushrooms on,” Emma said, a familiar red and white capped
shroom scooting into Palutena and doubling her height. Mack tried evening the
odds with another powerup, but he failed to realize he was running into a
poison mushroom, shrinking the already short Pit to an eighth of the goddess’
current size. All it took was one more attack for the angel to go soaring out
of bounds.
The
matches went on, but the tables refused to turn. By the end, Mack hadn’t taken
a single stock from his opponent. “Looks like you still haven’t learned how to
read, my little angel,” Emma goaded, peeling her sock off her foot. “You know
what that means.”
Lifted
up by his girlfriend, Mack dangled over the opening, a foul odor wafting up to
greet him. In the short time Emma had worn them, an untold amount of sweat
gathered in the dank sock, festering a putrid environment in preparation for
its special guest. Despite the rife hell below him, Mack didn’t so much as
wince; in fact, a close inspection would reveal his beaming eyes and subtle
grin.
“I’m
starting to wonder if you’re picking games you’re bad at on purpose,” Emma
teased, dropping Mack into the sock. Her foot shortly followed, smushing the
tiny into the damp wall of his wool prison. She tapped her sole against the
couch cushion, playfully patting her lover with her toes and ball. Mack kissed
her middle toe and massaged its sides, unable to pretend he wasn’t enjoying
every second of his punishment. Emma didn’t mind the unwavering devotion; she
had long since forgotten what her wager for losing was even supposed to be.
Emma
transitioned to online matches while aimlessly mussing her entrapped partner.
Her toes pinched his head, squeezing him as she played. When she was doing
well, she’d ease her grip and softly grind her ball against the couch cushion,
but when her opponent was gaining ground, she’d scrunch her toes and batter
Mack against the sofa. A half hour later, she finally pulled her man from her
sock.
“Sorry,
I kinda forgot you were in there,” she teased, thumbing his erection like a
joystick.
“Let’s
go another round! I’m sure I can beat you this time.”
“If
you insist,” she giggled, handing him his controller.
…
That
night, Emma lied in bed with Mack smothered between her tits. He had already
fallen asleep, lulled into its sweet embrace by the infinite warmth surrounding
him. Emma fussed with his hair, his head just barely poking out from the expansive
cleavage. As her mind drifted off, she recalled a conversation she once had
with a friend:
“I
can’t believe you’re dating a tiny. What can the little thing possibly offer
you?”
“Are
you kidding?” Emma had said. “He practically worships me. I’ve never been with
someone so adoring.”
It
was faint, but she could feel his puny pulse against hers. His snoring, as soft
as it was, blew against her skin and filled her ear with its ambience. She
squeezed her breasts tighter in an overwhelming goodnight hug and joined him in
slumber.
…
Mack
woke up on the floor of his girlfriend's bedroom. Morning rays peeked through
the window, illuminating the fresh green panties he was nestled in. Unlike the
day prior, he had no idea how he got there. Emma, in all her glory, was already
seated at the edge of her bed, her crusty eyes darting up to avoid meeting her
lover’s gaze.
“Oh
my, where could my darling boyfriend be?” she asked herself. “I better put on
some clothes and find him.” Her acting was on par with only the finest Broadway
performers. Two feet landed on either side of Mack, and the tiny felt his body
lifting as the cloth underwear ascended. Once again, Mack couldn’t maintain his
balance and slid towards the center of the hammock. Emma felt her lover press
against her taint as she pulled her panties up, and reached in to reposition
him in front of her vulva. “Gee, I wonder what could have happened to him,” she
deftly recovered. “I hope wherever he is, he’s doing okay.”
Emma
breathed a content sigh at Mack hugging her labia. She brought her fingers to
her crotch and gently rubbed the little man into her pussy as she walked out of
their bedroom, ready to enjoy another day together.