Liz spent the Friday daydreaming
through her entire shift. The feeling of little Jake resting against her breast
had been surreal. She had rubbed herself to the thought a few times since and
was hoping the two of them could read together some more this weekend, but Liz
didn’t want to smother Jake too much. They had made breakthroughs this week and
Jake seemed to be starting to accept his new size.
It had felt so good to rub his
little belly. He was surprisingly toned. For some reason she had thought that
humans would feel soft but there was definitely muscle under that little doll
shirt he had been wearing. She wanted to just tear it off but she had held back
then and since. Jake had to initiate things at that level. She was happy to
push his boundaries, but she didn’t want her size and power to be the only
thing driving the relationship.
Jake similarly spent most of Friday
thinking back his time up against Liz. She had rubbed him almost as if he were a
little pet. Jake had found it surprising at first but the more she had rubbed
him the more relaxed and the more into it he had gotten. It was as though his
whole body were under a spell being cast by the fingertip rubbing itself across
his belly. He hadn’t even read much after it had first touched him. He had been
too drunk on Liz’s attention. Not wanting to appear creepy for enjoying it,
though, he decided to hold off on talking to Liz about the whole episode and
the two had spent Friday afternoon gaming or working in the kitchen. Saturday
was similarly uneventful.
Finally, Sunday rolled around. Jake
had gotten out of bed a little earlier than Liz. The first thing he had done
was jog some laps up and down the hallway. Unlike Liz with her hulking mass and
thumping steps, Jake was able to run freely around the house with little worry
about waking Liz up. After half an hour or so of jogging, he headed into the
bathroom and, with great effort, turned the faucet on and to have a warm shower
in the sink.
It had taken a bit of getting used
to and a few tries to learn the technique required to turn the tap on, but the
sink had now become Jake’s personal bowl-shaped shower. The faucet was just
high enough for him to comfortably wash himself and he used soap from the
dispenser on the counter to clean himself off. It was a bit challenging clambering
in and out, but he found it getting easier by the day. He was getting quite fit
from being small and it honestly felt great. After drying himself with one of
the small (to Liz anyway) facecloths left on the counter, Jake headed over to
the kitchen.
There, it was another climbing
mission up to the counter where he had grabbed some food from a container that
Liz had set up for him on the container. After snacking a bit he climbed down
again and headed over to the living room and after a brief climb up the
towering desk he was soon scrolling away checking out memes and videos. He
wondered if he could get internet famous by documenting his daily life.
Probably, but not worth the risk of getting discovered, he decided. Besides,
Liz was increasingly becoming his world. Aside from videos, memes, and his
work, he was really losing touch, and indeed interest with the outside world.
More and more Jake found that it was Liz occupying his mind over anything else.
A stirring was heard in the
distance. She had arisen. Liz normally jogged first thing after getting up on Sundays,
but today she was feeling like something a little different. Looking over to
the bedside table and hoping to gaze on some tiny slumbering eye candy, she
found the covers tossed to the side and Jake nowhere to be seen. Sighing
quietly, she resigned herself to getting out of bed.
Jake hadn’t approached her or
anything since their quality time together on Thursday and she was starting to
get impatient. Had she overwhelmed him? It had been a rough conversation before
that, but it had looked like he felt better after their hug. Was he scared of
her larger size? Liz wouldn’t have blamed him, but she wanted to know one way
or the other. Who knew what would happen over the next few days. Maybe he would
turn back and then they would lose their opportunity to have some unique fun
together. That wasn’t her main goal, she reminded herself, but she still
thought it was worth considering.
Donning her yoga pants and a tight-fitting
t-shirt she headed on out into the living room. Time to play another little
game, she decided, taking a quick detour to the closet to grab something. “Good
morning, Jake,” she said, as she thumped into the living room.
“Good morning, Liz,” Jake called
back. The feeling of her individual steps quaking the desk slightly never got
old to Jake, it was still as awe-inspiring as when had first felt the
sensation. Turning around he wondered how someone so massive could be so kind
and gentle. Her finger had barely grazed him as it massaged his chest the other
day and now her casual footsteps were rocking the very foundations of the
furniture he stood upon.
“I’m going to do some stretches and
warm-ups. You wanna join me?” Liz asked hopefully.
“I think I’m good for now. I
already went for a pretty long morning run,” explained Jake.
Damn. She was not a big fan
of how he got up and was starting to do things on his own. Liz had really been
enjoying being relied upon. It wasn’t that she wanted a pet, she had just felt
a great deal of pride in being able to do so much for the one she loved. She
didn’t really blame him for wanting to be independent when it came to working
out, though. It wasn’t like he could easily go jogging with her. Well, if he
wouldn’t join her then she would have to get his attention by other means.
“Alright then, suit yourself. I’m
going to do some stretches. Don’t mind me,” she said, casually strolling to the
front of the room. Or do, she thought mischievously to herself,
confirming with a quick side-glance that she was about even with about the edge
of his sight while Jake continued to scroll away. Once there she turned and unraveled
a yoga mat onto the floor and stepped on.
Jake heard something large unravel
next to him and glanced over to see Liz’s athletic behind bent over, her tail
poking up as she spread out her huge yoga mat. Don’t mind me? She had to be
joking.
Liz popped in some earbuds and jumped
right into her usual stretches and warm-ups. Bobbing her head to the upbeat
workout music she dropped to the floor to get herself started. Her first pose
was a long prone plank on her the tips of her hooves and her elbows with her
whole body straight. The result was her shapely butt poking up into the air
with her tail hair flowing down across it to one side. She couldn’t help but bob
her rear slightly back and forth to the beat. It was bad form for the exercise,
but she loved this playlist. The morning light shining in the window only
served to further highlight her athletic curves to Jake. After a minute she
transitioned into a couple side planks followed by one on her back.
Then it was yoga time. Liz stood
up, facing toward the tv, parallel with where Jake would have been looking and
bent down forward all the way, touching her vast palms to the ground. As she
held the position she continued to sway gradually in time with the beat. Jake
watching all the while wondered how she could be so flexible. He could barely
bend forward before he had become human. He was quite flexible and fit now, but
that was all a result of his moving around the huge home constantly.
After a few seconds of stretching
forward Liz rotated rhythmically through several poses to loosen out her back
and shoulders a bit. Her normal routine was done mostly standing up, but she
had different things planned for today. Liz turned away from Jake again and
bent over, putting her palms on the floor mat in front of her and poking her
butt as high as it could go before straightening her body and legs into a
downward dog position, still shifting subtly to the beat of her music. If this
didn’t catch his attention, nothing would she giggled quietly to her inner
self.
Catch his attention she did. Jake
had been getting increasingly aroused at the giant display of flexibility and
athleticism next to him. His erection poked hard into the track pants he was
wearing as he moaned quietly. In front of him, Liz silently transitioned from
her downward dog and thrust her hips down into the floor, raising her shoulders
as much as she could as she began an upward dog. She had to have been torturing
him. There was no other plausible explanation. Was it time to approach her and
see if she was into him? Would she accept him despite his tiny stature?
The more he thought about the past
week, the more it was starting to be possible that she might. Maybe she wasn’t
just being friendly and she was into him. He couldn’t appear too desperate to
be with her, though, so timing was important. In front of him Jake could have
sworn he saw Liz thrust slightly into the ground below her. Jake gave a near
silent groan of sexual frustration at the sight in front of him. Was it okay to
be staring at this? To feel lust at this? How was Liz so calm? Did she realize
what she was doing to him?
Liz sure hoped Jake was staring.
She had been pulling as many different moves as she could think of that would
show off her various curves and features. She had even ground her hips into the
floor a bit for him to the rhythm of the music she had playing in her ears. She
had chosen an upbeat song to help get her even more in the mood. Waiting wasn’t
working so she was going on the offensive to get Jake’s attention. At this
point she was running out of ideas short of just talking to him directly or
grabbing him off the table, but she was still scared that he might feel he had
no choice because of her size and because he was relying on her for care and a
place to live. If only they had talked before all this. If only. But for now,
she flipped herself over onto her back and raised herself up on her hands and
hooves so her hips were high off the ground in a crab pose. She had shown him
the back. Time to give him another glimpse of the front. She kept her legs
together, not wanting to overdo things too much, but continued in her pose
series while doing her best to look the other direction so Jake wouldn’t feel
self-conscious looking at her.
It worked. Jake’s full attention
was locked onto Liz as she carried on through her routine. Painfully erect his
mind began to cloud with desire. This was too much, he didn’t want it to end,
but at the same time was wondering when Liz would have mercy and let up. Before
long, Jake got his wish and Liz stood up, bending over one last time to tease
her rump as she rolled up her yoga mat.
“Hey Jake?” Liz asked. Time for
round two.
Jake popped out of his trance. Uh
oh, was she aware of his staring? “Y-yeah? W-what’s up?” Jake managed, trying
not to stammer too much and failing miserably.
“You wanna join me for a friendly
competition?” Liz asked.
Jake wondered what she had in mind.
“How could I compete with you?”
“Push-ups!” Liz said excitedly. “Do
you think you could do as many as I can?”
Jake honestly wasn’t sure. He had
definitely been building some muscle the past few weeks with all the ladder
climbing and lifting and other work he had been doing thanks to his small
stature. “Alright. I don’t think I’m willing to bet on it but let’s give it a
go.”
“Fair enough. I’ll give you a ride
down so you don’t get tired. I don’t want any excuses when you lose,” Liz
joked.
“Oh I don’t think I’ll be the one
needing excuses,” Jake said, getting into the spirit of things.
A journey that would have been a
few minutes for Jake took two steps and a slight movement of Liz’s hand. Jake found
himself on the floor next to Liz. She stood back up briefly, forcing Jake to
look straight up at her towering form. He had started to get used to the sight
of her but up this close any being nearly twenty times your height would have
been slightly overwhelming.
One, then both of her hooves rose
and flew far back and away from Jake before thonking down on the carpet far
behind Jake. TWHUMP THWUMP. Two huge palms planted themselves on either side of
him leading Jake to trace his eyesight along one of Liz’s arms and up to her
gleaming face above as she smiled at him.
“You going to stare all day or are
you ready to go?” her voice boomed from directly overhead and her warm breath
rushing down onto him.
Here goes nothing. “Let’s do this,”
Jake said, trying to sound tough but his small stature’s lack of volume failing
him miserably. He assumed a pushup stance and called up in a slightly strained
voice, “start the count!”
Jake was shocked as a gust of wind
shooshed down over him from above. Liz hadn’t even spoken this time. Her sheer
mass was enough to create a huge gust of wind when her torso descended toward him.
Unable to look up, Jake could only imagine the sight as Liz’s pair of modest
breasts scended down until they were just overhead. Jake swore he felt their
warmth briefly as Liz’s shadow fully encompassed his immediate surroundings in
darkness before she rose up to a resting position. “One,” he heard her boom
from above. The game was on. Liz continued the count as Jake strained to keep
up with her. Ten. Then twenty. He felt his arms straining at thirty but heard
no evidence of strain in Liz’s voice.
He lasted until forty-one. His arms
just couldn’t do it. Liz must have seen him collapse because he heard her voice
from above, “looks like I win that one. I’ll admit, I was getting a bit tired.”
“I bet,” Jake said with just a hint
of friendly sarcasm, gasping lightly for breath as he talked. How could a mare
that worked at a tech office be this fit?
“Want to try another one?” Liz
asked.
“I don’t think any more pushups are
happening for a while, today,” Jake said.
“Alright, how about sit-ups?” Liz challenged.
“I guess I could try being
humiliated twice in a row,” Jake said, wheezing out a couple laughs.
Liz chuckled with him. “Alrighty,
let’s get ready,” she said, rising to her knees before bringing her hooves
forward and planting them not far from where her palms had just been on either
side of Jake. Then she leaned back leaving Jake with a clear view right up the
canyon of her tight yoga-pant-clad thighs.
No way. Jake was floored. He
had accidentally seen beneath those clothes the day before and because of that
his imagination was running wild. Before he stared too long he sat himself down
so his feet faced Liz and they put their arms next to their heads.
“Ready?” Liz asked.
“Bring it on,” Jake said, trying to
stay positive after his first humiliation. The view was totally worth it,
though.
This time Jake gave Liz quite a run
for her money. Both of them reached a respectable fifty before beginning to
tire but it was at sit-up fifty-eight that Jake threw in the towel. “You win!”
he panted to her distant head as she pulled herself up for number fifty-nine.
She had definitely heard him, but she didn’t stop. Jake just sat up and
watched, still breathing heavily. Liz did a few more sit-ups, treating Jake to
a magnificent view of her modest, yet slightly visible abdominal muscles
flexing as she brought her torso up a few more times.
“One last warm-up to go before I
head out,” Liz began, bringing her hooves back toward her and raising herself
up off her butt. Jake was about to stand up as well when there was a meteoric
impact a few metres to his left and then again to his right. To his left, he
saw a hoof. To his right, he saw another hoof. That could only mean… “Squats,”
Liz finished.
Looking up, Jake was treated to one
of the sexiest sights he had ever seen. Tight yoga pants that left little to
the imagination stretched to the limit as an ass that had to weigh a couple dozen
tonnes sank down toward him, thankfully stopping far above as Liz held her pose
for a few seconds. Then her titanic thigh muscles flexed and the ceiling formed
by her bottom rose up to a standing position before sinking back down again. Her
tail was mercifully held out and didn’t drape directly onto Jake as he had
feared it might.
This time Jake didn’t even bother
attempting the exercise. He just stood and stared as he was increasingly sure
Liz wanted him to do. Lust had taken over and he was hard again. She hadn’t
even given him a chance to join in this time and had started on her own. Truth
be told Jake was feeling a bit tired after those first two competitions and he
had already gone for quite a run earlier. He needed a bit of rest. His eyes
stayed locked on the huge equine butt that dipped down again overhead. Yeah,
rest.
Jake didn’t even count this time
but Liz had to have done at least forty or fifty squats above him. Eventually
she just stopped and bent over slightly to look down at him. Not expecting her
to look so suddenly Jake tried to conceal the massive erection poking into the
front of his sweatpants by grabbing his wrist and holding his hand over his
front. It wasn’t much but maybe it would work.
It hadn’t. Liz didn’t outwardly
show it, but despite his small size she had definitely seen a little something
poking forward. It helped that that was the first place her eyes had checked
before she locked eyes with him. “I think I’m done with my stretches, Jake. How
you doing?”
“I-I’m doing ok, j-j-just a bit
tired,” he said, flustered yet again.
Liz popped an earbud back in before
continuing, “I’m heading out for my jog now. See you in a bit?”
“I am honestly a bit tired from my workout
this morning, I was jogging for quite a while in the hall,” he said. He wasn’t
completely lying. He was genuinely tired after working out this morning, but he
also just needed some time to himself to lie down and maybe play with himself a
bit to release some of the tension that had built inside him.
“Going for a nap, then?” Liz asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” Jake decided.
“Want a ride? It’s on the way for
me,” she asked.
“I’m good. You have fun on your
jog!” Jake said.
“I will. See you soon!” Liz replied
with a smile.
With that, she turned and let her
huge hoof swing right over top of him as she spun to head toward the hallway. The
ground shaking with her steps all the way. Her dark brown tail sparkled as the
sunlight shining through the window cascaded off and away Liz thumped down the
hall and out the door.
Jake
had no hope in hell of keeping up with strides her size she he just walked at a
lazy pace toward the bedroom. By the time he entered the hallway she was
already long gone out the door. Jake just continued along to the bedroom and
climbed the steps to his bed, re-arranging the soft cloth covers but suddenly losing
the urge to sleep. Maybe he should just stay awake for the rest of the day and
watch some TV.
Jake
left his bed made and reversed course, back down the book-stairs and made his
way back into the living room. Once there he took hold of the rope ladder at
the base of the couch and climbed up and onto the large seat cushion far above.
Liz usually left the tv remote on the couch, but today it was out of sight as
he looked across the vast fabric plain. Scanning again his eyes locked upon a
small edge of plastic poking out of the middle of the cushions. Ah-hah.
Jake
plodded over and sure enough, there was the tv controller, larger than he was
and thoroughly wedged in the cushions below. He had managed to get it out once
before while Liz had been at work, why should today be any different? He
grasped the edge that was poking out of the gap in the cushions with both arms
and gave it a few strong tugs but made no progress. Today was going to be one
of those days, was it?
His
mind determined, Jake decided to climb down into the soft crevasse below to try
and push the tv controller out from beneath. He was shorter than the cushions
themselves, but he figured if he got enough leverage, he could push the controller
far enough out the top so he could climb up again and grab it. That had worked
earlier in the week, so why wouldn’t it work now?
Jake
slipped himself into the widest part of the gap where the corner of both
cushions met at the couch’s backrest and slipped down easily, just as he had
done earlier in the week. Then, he shoved himself forward using the backrest as
a springboard to help shove further inside the gap and beneath the tv
controller above him. It was an extremely snug fit in the middle of the two
couch cushions compared to last time. Finally, though, he found himself where
he wanted to be beneath the remote. Now all he had to do was shove it loose. It
took quite a bit of effort to wriggle his arms up but eventually he got them
into position and started shoving upwards with as much force as he could
muster.
The first few pushes did little,
but Jake felt a little give after his third try. Perfect. Jake crouched down as
far as he could and inhaled deeply before thrusting upward, contacting the bottom
of the large plastic controller a little harder than he expected to. Rather
than shift up slightly, the controller popped up and out of the couch cushions
and settled down on top of the crack in the cushions right above Jake. This
meant the remote was free, but there was another problem now. The remote had
been the only thing keeping the cushion wedged far enough apart for Jake to
maneuver. Jake now found himself completely stuck, his arms in a weird position
and his body simply incapable of moving. His head had made it to nearly the top
of the cushion which meant his legs had little purchase below him. In effect,
he had been trapped in a soft prison. Perfectly trapped, Jake resigned himself
to waiting until Liz was home. She’d help him out of this. He hoped.
About ten minutes later, Jake heard
the muffled sound of the large door open in the distance followed by a familiar
thumping of Liz’s hooves on the carpeted floor of the hallway. Liz was home. He
decided to try to call out to see if she might hear him in the distance.
Unfortunately, everywhere he looked his face was covered in fabric and he soon
realized his voice was unlikely to be heard by Liz if she were near or if she
were far. Oh no.
Liz was just starting to feel the
runner’s high that came after her neighbourhood jog. She was sweaty from
exertion, but she felt great. As she came in the door, she remembered that Jake
was probably sleeping and tried to be quiet. Peeking into her room she saw the
covers had been shifted since this morning and assumed he was sleeping beneath
them. The poor little guy must have been tired after his workout and her big
show this morning. She hoped she hadn’t overdone things. Figuring he would be
out for a while she grabbed some panties and a long shirt quietly before
heading to have a shower. Time to spend a relaxing day alone, she figured.
Jake was confused. The thumping
that had briefly occurred when Liz came home had stopped. What was she doing? It
was almost disconcerting NOT to hear and feel the floor shake at this point. His
worries were somewhat assuaged when he a waterfall in the distance. Liz must
have been starting her post-run shower. Not much longer until he was home free,
he figured.
True to Jake’s guess, Liz did not
take too long in the shower. It wasn’t often she got to just chill on her own
and while she was really enjoying Jake around and wanted to be with him, she
had to admit it had been a while since she had been able to just ignore
everything and do her own thing. As such, she didn’t want to waste too much
time standing under the warm water. Once her shampoo and conditioner had been
washed off, she shut off the shower and dried herself quickly. Then she slid on
a pair of panties and her t-shirt and headed into the living room. Time to
binge a show or something.
Jake was mostly blind to the world
around him in his current predicament. Beams of light peaked in front around
the top and bottom of the remote that lay over top of him, but he couldn’t move
his head to look at them anyway. Suddenly, he felt a familiar rhythmic thumping
that only got louder and louder. Liz must have entered the living room finally,
maybe he would be saved.
Blinding-bright light suddenly
returned Jake’s world as Liz grabbed the remote off the couch cushion above him.
Jake tried to call up to her and grab her attention but found his voice was still
muffled by the cushions and Liz hadn’t heard him. Movement in the corner of his
eyes followed by another thump indicated she hadn’t seen him either. Jake started
to get worried given his location and tried to move but found he was completely
trapped by the two cushions pushing together. Thankfully, Liz knocked the couch
slightly and the cushions shifted a bit, allowing his head to look around more
freely. Before he could call out, he peered upward.
Above Jake, partially obscured
through the gap between the cushions, Liz’s giant tail swished from side to
side, brushing up against the bottom of a long t-shirt. Jake’s eyes drifted south
and he blushed. Underneath Liz’s shirt she wasn’t wearing any pants. Instead,
Jake was greeted with a giant, tight-fitting pair of red panties which did
little to obscure the shape and outline of the mare’s butt. And was it just
him, or was that butt getting larger? Much, much larger…
Liz grabbed the remote and eased
herself down onto the couch. She hadn’t been able to help herself in the shower
and had rubbed one off to the thought of little Jake. The morning exercise
before she went on her jog had gotten to her and she couldn’t help it. As the
days went on, she found she was daydreaming about little Jake nonstop. She
hoped she got most of the smell out during the shower but her clouded mind had
been focused elsewhere, admittedly. She’d have to wash up again later or
something. For now, though, it was time to sit down, relax, and watch some tv
while Jake rested in the other room. Liz
switched the tv on and rubbed her butt a bit deeper into the seat, slouching
just a little more as she lifted her legs onto the coffee table to get
comfortable.
Below Liz, Jake experiencing a new
combination of sensory overload and sensory deprivation. Down he had gone with
the rapidly compressed seat cushions when Liz’s ass collided with the seat. It
seemed his little form was a little more resilient than he had expected because
he didn’t feel overly squished despite the massive forces at work around him.
Unfortunately, he found himself just as immobile as he had been prior. It was a
weird sense of weightlessness he was experiencing combined with an inability to
move independently. Small shifts that occurred every time Liz flexed her glutes
or moved slightly above were the only way Jake could readjust himself in his
current position.
The arrival of Liz’s ass had also
brought a shroud of darkness. Jake was unable to see anything and was instead
experiencing the world through sight and feeling. The first and most
overwhelming feeling was the heat. Liz’s body was a furnace and her heat radiated
down from her warmest of extremities and encompassed Jake’s tiny form.
Darkness and warmth weren’t all
that surrounded Jake. There was also Liz’s scent. At first Jake had only
smelled Liz’s fragrant shampoo and conditioner. It had been nice on its own,
but soon different aromas invaded his human nose. Quite different. Being
inexperienced with women, Jake wasn’t quick to identify the pungent odour of
Liz’s prior arousal, but his body sure was. Almost instantly he had felt a
tingling in his loins. As his length hardened against his soft prison walls, he
soon realized what he was smelling and blushed. He couldn’t see it, but Liz’s
womanhood was directly or nearly over top of him. He tried to reach a hand to
his throbbing cock but found himself unable. This was pure torture.
Above Jake, Liz shifted her hips
slightly and leaned farther back into the couch. She was enjoying her show and was
so ready to relax after that fun morning.
Below, Jake was tossed and turned between
the cushions as Liz’s hips angled forward and she slouched further into the
couch. Some light returned to the soft prison from behind Liz’s body and Jake
found himself staring right up into the spot just below where the base of Liz’s
tail ended and her panties took over. That meant he was right below… He tried
not to think about it too much. Thankfully, the shifting had freed up one of
his arms in the process. How could he get her attention? He tried reaching
forward and found that he was still too far down to reach her. He called her
name, but her butt and the cushions around him must have muffled his tiny voice
to be noticed. A very loud yet muffled sigh could be heard from beyond the nylon-clad
butt that covered him.
Blissfully unaware of the tumult she
was causing beneath her, Liz sighed. She loved the soft cushions of her couch.
Every time she sat down and sank into them she felt she could just go to sleep.
Today was an exception, however. She was very much focused on the show she was
watching.
This was bad news for Jake who had
managed to wiggle his arms around and force his way up and closer to Liz. The
heat was making him sweaty and the scent becoming overwhelming. He didn’t want
to offend her by touching her down here but his current predicament left little
choice. Wiggling a bit more he managed to maneuver into reach of her panties
above. Jake stretched himself out with great effort and managed to lightly rub
against her butt. Instead of alerting Liz he must have only made her itchy. One
after another her left and then right glutes flexed as she shifted her ass
around him. He was going to need to make a bigger impact. Her shifting had
resulted in increased pressure on Jake, but he still wasn’t feeling strained or
in danger of being crushed. Could it be that his human form came with other
unusual perks beyond his small stature? Not that he wanted to be crushed by a
giant equine butt. Or did he? Liz’s scent was starting to do a number on
his higher thinking and sex and pleasuring Liz was occupying more and more of his
thoughts. He needed to escape soon before he lost all control in front of (or
technically behind?) his giant friend.
Struggling with all his might, Jake managed to
wiggle and shift farther upward until he was directly in front of Liz’s thin
panties. He tried to breathe through his mouth but despite his best efforts,
his nose confirmed his suspicion. Behind the red nylon and directly above him
hovered Liz’s anus. It didn’t stink thanks to being washed but a subtle musk
was evident. He wondered how large it would look at this size and shivered at
the thought. With lust or with discomfort he was not sure.
Not wanting to wait any longer,
Jake reached out and punched to the right and then to the left, attempting to
hit Liz’s massive, athletic cheeks. He was worried that touching alone would
only cause an itch which could result in a fatal shift of her behind this close
to her. At first, there was no response. Then, Liz shifted slightly. Then, Jake
was suddenly bathed in light as Liz shot out of her seat above him.
Liz had been watching her show when
a sudden itch had invaded her lower extremities, right in her butt. At first
she had figured it was a loose strand of fur rubbing oddly or something, but
something had felt off. It felt as though something was tapping against her
behind. Something small. She even felt a few taps against her equine doughnut which
had sent a shiver of pleasure through her spine. Then a thought struck her.
Small? Hitting? No. It couldn’t be.
Liz pressed her hands into the
couch and vaulted up off her seat, inadvertently shoving the coffee table away
from her as she did so. She paused for a moment, terrified, before turning
around slowly and kneeling in front of the couch. She closed her eyes briefly
and prayed, before leaning in an examining the gap in the cushions where she
had sat. To her horror, there wedged in the middle lay little Jake.
How had he gotten there? Had he
been below the remote control maybe? Why had he been hiding there? More importantly,
was he okay? She hadn’t hurt him, had she? Liz bent down and quickly freed the
tiny human.
“Oh my god. Jake, are you alright?”
Liz asked, her voice wavering with concern.
“Oh wow, that was different. I’m
fine! No need to worry,” he said.
“You aren’t hurt?” Liz checked.
“No, I think I’m okay. This human
body is actually pretty tough it seems,” Jake responded.
“What were you doing in there?”
Despite Jake’s clear indication that he was fine, Liz remained convinced that
she had almost killed him.
“I couldn’t sleep so I came to
watch tv and couldn’t get the remote out from between the cushions. I tried my
best to get it, but I got a bit stuck,” Jake explained.
The story seemed a bit dubious, but
the past few weeks hadn’t exactly been normal. “I can’t believe you’re alright.
Even with the cushions that was a lot of weight on you,” Liz said.
“Yeah, but to be honest, it didn’t
feel all that bad. I just couldn’t move easily,” Jake said.
“You sure you weren’t just hiding
there for the view?” Liz asked, trying to find some humour in the situation for
her own sake. Jake was taking this surprisingly well.
Jake’s mind was clouded because he was
aroused. Extremely aroused. But he didn’t want to make things awkward
with Liz so he tried his best to respond normally. “No, I didn’t try to get
crushed by your weight,” he declared.
“Are you calling me fat?” Liz
teased.
“U-uh, n-no, I mean,” Jake
stammered.
“Relax. Here, give me a hug. At
least you’re okay,” Liz said.
“Sure,” Jake replied as Liz brought
her muzzle down to him, just as she had done the other night. The two touched
as Jake pressed himself into Liz’s velvet muzzle. This time, though, Liz felt a
little something extra against her nose. Jake hadn’t managed to angle his body
and his rock-hard erection was pressing firmly against Liz’s muzzle. His mind
was still so clouded by the scents he had been immersed in, however, that he
didn’t even notice.
“Well I can’t say I’ve sat on a
friend before. You sure you’re okay?” Liz asked, trying to make light of the situation
so things didn’t get too awkward.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jake said, trying
not to sound too excited about things, still overcome with a variety of
feelings.
“Glad to hear it. Let’s get you
washed up though, I bet you got a bit sweaty being trapped down there.
Hopefully it wasn’t too smelly.”
Jake just joked that he had smelled
worse.
“That could be arranged,” Liz
quipped back and both of them laughed as Jake was carried over to the bathroom
to wash up.
Liz’s mind wandered a bit as she
waited for Jake to clean up. It felt horrible to think, but those little
punches against her butt and against her anus had felt good. Real good.
In fact, she had been fast getting wet before she had realized what had happened. She also had noticed Jake’s erection pressing into nose just a short
minute ago. So it wasn’t just her that had enjoyed that little encounter...
Maybe it was time to press Jake a little bit further. Liz fomented a plan as
Jake washed himself. Maybe tonight was the night to push his boundaries even further.