“Hold up, run that by me one more time?” Diana sipped her beer to try to hide her smirk as her tipsy friend caught himself off guard with his own honestly.

Dean’s mouth hung open for a moment, as his brain caught up to what he’d just said. He glanced over at Shelly, who was glowing red and hiding behind the can in her hand. She looked at him nervously, then gave him an encouraging nod.

He took another sip to steady himself, and with all the confidence the drink bestowed, he looked Diana in the eye and blurted “Wouldyoueverwantohave-?” He stopped. Inhaled, exhaled. “Would you. Ever want to have a threesome. With, with us.” He pointed at Shelly and himself as if it needed clarifying.

Diana took a long, thoughtful drink and let that sit in the air between the three of them. Then: “Are you two…is this, like, a save your failing relationship thing? Because-”

“No!” Shelly cut her off. “No, we’re fantastic. Honestly, we’ve never been better."

It was the truth. Diana could remember one time in all the years they’d known each other that the high school sweethearts had ever fought, and a week later, they bounced back more in love with each other than beforehand. “But…” Shelly continued, “We’ve been wanting to experiment…”

“And you’re asking me, because…?”

“We’ve known you forever.” Dean answered “We know you’re safe, and single, and…”“And a fucking goddess.” Shelly muttered, then hid behind her can again, refusing to make eye contact with either of them.

Diana snorted. That was the truth, too. She knew it. At 6’2”, she towered over both of her friends, and she wasn’t particularly modest about her figure. She could proudly boast that more than one person had run into a signpost sneaking a peek at her generous chest, and she was banned from doing squats in range of any mirror at the gym after one too many people hurt themselves watching her form instead of their own. To say nothing of her cock, which, caught off-guard, was presently making a mockery of her shorts and making its interest in the proposal known. She crossed her legs.

Shelly and Dean were no slouches themselves. Both maddeningly adorable, with somehow just the plumpest asses that begged to be slapped. If they weren’t so crazy in love with each other, they’d have no want for choice of partners. Hell, she’d probably have thrown her hat in one or both races. Still… “It’s tempting. Really, it is. But aren’t you two, you know…”

“What?” They asked in unison.

“Vanilla?”

Dean stared down into the mouth of his beer can. Shelly puffed up her cheeks in the way she did when she was flustered, but shook her head. “Not anymore...”

It took everything Diana had to maintain her composure, but she did out of respect for the two. “Be that as it may, I’m into some…pretty wild stuff. Stuff I guarantee neither of you have tried.”

“We’re down to try it!” said Shelly!

“You don’t even know what you’re signing up for.”

“So tell us.”

This time Diana blushed. She trusted these dorks with her life, but she’d never told anyone she really knew about her…tastes.

“Fine.” She stood and marched upstairs to her bedroom. The couple looked at each other, silently conveying a little nervousness at whatever Diana was going to bring down with her, but moreso overpowering curiosity. They both loved her, maybe as much as they loved each other, and the level of trust it took to let them into her world was not lost on them.

When Diana’s feet hit the bottom of the steps, she stood rigid, a toy spacegun in her hand. Dean and Shelly looked at it, then up at her face. They made no assumptions, just waited for her to explain.

Diana bit her lip, took a breath, and recomposed herself, retaking her seat in the living room. “This…is a shrink ray. And what I’m into, is shrinking people down until they’re teeny tiny, and using them to get off, or hiding them on me in public, or…well, sometimes both at once. I’ve only done it a handful of times, all with online friends who made the trip for a day, a week. Then I change them back and they go back to their lives, and it’s…the hottest thing in the world, but…but it’s clearly not something you two would be into, so let’s drop it.”

Diana’s eyes dropped to the floor as she trailed off. The silence carried on for a beat or two, then she felt a hand delicately placed on her knee. She gasped, and looked to see Shelly sitting on the floor next to her. Their eyes locked, and Shelly asked, “Hiding them on you, like…here?”

She placed her other hand on the seat of the chair and pointed at Diana’s rock-hard erection. In that moment, looking down at the girl, Diana wanted nothing more than to show her that was exactly what she meant. Instead, she swallowed gently, and said. “Like there.”

A shiver ran through Shelly, and Diana noticed Dean looking on, rapt at attention. He opened his mouth, and without realizing he was whispering, said, “We could do that…”

Diana looked Dean in the eyes, momentarily emboldened and asked, “Would you like that?”

“Yes…” Both of them in unison, meekly, but without hesitation.

“You want to be my little toys?”

“Yes…”

“You want to shrink down, and live your lives at my mercy, with no guarantee I’ll ever turn you back?”

“Yes…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Make us your toys.”

“Beg me.”

“Please,” said Dean, “Let us be your little toys.”

“Please use us however you want…” Shelly was practically resting her head on Diana’s thigh as she whispered, and if that cheek touched down, she was toast.

Diana froze as the reality of what she was saying caught up with her. Shaking herself out of the stupor, she placed her hand gently between Shelly’s cheek and her thigh and lifted it away from her. “We’re all drunk.”

The couple didn’t say anything, but they knew she was right.

Diana shook her head. “Let’s drop this. Seriously. For now. We can talk about it some other time.”

“Tomorrow?”

“No. No, not tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m busy all day. But the next day.”

“Promise?” Shelly looked up at her, and the eagerness in her eyes about killed her.

“Promise.”

“Okay.” Shelly returned to her spot on the couch next to Dean.

Diana stood, and they respectfully averted their eyes from the arousal they’d caused, but both of them were lost in a new fantasy and they watched her rear sway as she walked away. Diana hurried upstairs, then back down into the kitchen, and returned with three beers, cracking hers, draining half of it and letting out a long exhale. “Now then, what were we talking about before?”

Dean and Shelly didn’t open their beers, and Diana casually took one after polishing the one she’d just opened. After enough conversation to politely distance themselves from the moment they’d all shared, they agreed to call it a night a little early. Diana walked them out, and Dean and Shelly walked home. Fingers laced, they formulated a way to pay back Diana’s honesty in a way they would all enjoy.

“Shelly, I really don’t know about this.” Dean watched his lover fumble in her purse for the key to Diana’s place.

Shelly shook her head. “She gave us the key, Dean. And how many times has she said her place was as good as ours?”

“Yeah, but like, when she knows, you know. This is…different.”

Shelly’s hand popped out of her purse, and she raised the key victoriously, then drove it into the lock, opened the door and pulled Dean inside before he could mutter an argument and locked it behind them. “She said she was busy all day today. So we pop in, we go take a look at that…shrink ray, see how we feel sober, and then we either drop it or we get serious and she never has to know we were here.”

“It just feels like a huge invasion of privacy, you know?” Despite his qualms, he followed Shelly upstairs, only hesitating when she put her hand on the door to Diana’s bedroom.

Shelly turned the knob with no hesitation. Dean opened his mouth to argue, but found it hanging when his eyes fell on the object sitting neatly in the middle of her bed. A torso, made of rubber or silicon, or whatever the hell they made these things out of, with a massive cock standing at attention, and an ass so round, it was noticeably lifting the toy up off of the comforter. He blushed as Shelly tugged him inside.

Diana’s bedroom was fairly tidy. A pile of clothes they recognized as yesterday’s workout gear was strewn by her bedside, but otherwise the carpet was spotless. Elaborate sex toy aside, the only thing that particularly stood out was the massive mirror at the head of her bed. Dean couldn’t help but picture their goddess of a friend enjoying her toy in the spotless glass. No, not quite spotless. One pair of conspicuous handprints stood out just above eye level.

While Dean lost himself fantasizing about the origin of the handprints, Shelly was dead set on her mission. Her eyes darted around the room, seeking the holy grail Diana had revealed to them last night. Unsurprisingly, it was not sitting out in the open. She stepped up to Diana’s dresser and pulled the top drawer open. The mountain of lace and cotton, and more than a little latex stopped her heart for a moment, but she steeled herself and delicately pressed her hand into it, feeling for any other objects while moving the mound of lingerie as little as possible.

Dean crept up to the torso, fixated on the proud phallus. He reached out a hand and delicately pressed it against the tip. The faux-cock was sturdy, but it leaned readily enough with his prodding. Dean furrowed his brow, feeling the tip stick to his finger just slightly. He pulled his hand back, absentmindedly rubbing his sticky index finger into his thumb as he watched it metronome back into position. Slowly, without thinking, he raised the fingers to his nose and sniffed. It smelled… not like any human substance. Some sort of weird lube?

He leaned in for a closer look, and his eyes widened. Stuck to the shaft of the torso’s cock was a tiny person. He gasped, then sighed. No, it was just a tiny, tiny doll meant to look like one. Funny enough, its clothes were the same color as Shelly’s. He pressed a finger gently against the tiny toy girl and found it surprisingly well-adhered. He gave it a firmer shove, and it refused to move. Finally, he pinched the little thing around the waist and tugged. With a heave, it finally popped loose. Curious, he pressed another finger into the little woman’s back. His finger came loose as easily as it had from the rest of the toy. “Firm with toys, not skin…huh...”

Shelly bit her lip as she felt her knuckles bump across all manner of materials that shouldn’t excite her, but she couldn’t help but think about what they were regularly pressed against. Finally, her fingers traced the shape of something hard, cold and cylindrical, with a gentle taper. Her gut told her she’d just found another sex toy, but when she withdrew her hand, she found it clasped around the barrel of the shrink ray. “Yes!”

She casually backed up and hopped onto the bed, tucking a leg under herself as she examined the toy gun. To her left, Dean had lifted the torso, and was examining its shapely rear. He looked at her, giggling. “It has a butthole.”

Shelly snorted. “Well, of course it does. An ass like that without one would be torture…honestly, it looks a lot like yours.”

“Mine’s not…this big.” Alex nudged her shoulder, then busied himself investigating the soft cavity. He wondered if there was another tiny toy hiding inside. Shelly, meanwhile, had found the settings knob of the shrink ray. A percentage slider that went from 1% all the way up to 100%. No way to grow even larger, she guessed. Only back to whatever size you were. That made sense, as much as any of this did. She turned the slider all the way down to 1%, doing some simple math in her head.

Dean was five-foot two, she was five-foot even. One percent of that, and they’d be…barely half an inch tall, give or take. Diana would be a goddess in a whole new sense of the word. She shivered at the thought of her friend looming over her, licking a finger and stamping her to the tip effortlessly, then dragging that finger tip…

She shook the thought away. There would be time for that after they’d tested it. But first, a dry run. Shelly pointed the shrink ray at one of Diana’s pillows, steadied her aim, and started to gently squeeze the trigger. Right at that moment behind her, Dean sneezed. He tucked his head into his elbow, and in doing so, he nudged Shelly, whose arm brushed against her knee and tilted up toward the mirror.

She pulled the trigger, and a flash bounced off the glassy surface and back toward her. Reflexively, she lunged backward, but it didn’t help. The light caught her in the chest, and in her panic, she tossed the shrink ray, the erratic motion squeezing the trigger a second time as she did.

“Shelly, what-” The second blast bounced off the mirror and careened straight into Dean, who was straightening up, torso still balanced on his other arm.

Over the next three seconds, three things happened. In the first second, Shelly was reduced to just over half an inch tall.

In the second, the shrink ray landed gently back in the drawer where it belonged, albeit on top of the lingerie pile instead of underneath it.

In the third, Dean blinked and found himself just as tiny as Shelly with just enough time to look up and see the planet-sized rubber torso that was now a hundred times his size falling toward them.

The torso came down on its perky round ass right on top of Dean, who screamed as the asshole he’d been so enthralled by slammed directly into him. The ass indented into the mattress, then bounced back, and the reforming mattress drove his tiny body straight inside it with force.

The impact of the toy landing on the bed caused it to swing forward, shoulders up, and its cock, with newfound momentum swung down and slapped quietly onto the comforter, pinning Shelly underneath it.

At the peak of its rise, gravity won out, and its shoulders swung back down to settle into place exactly where it had been when the two came in, its cock raised high and proud, lifting Shelly up with it, and blocking out what little light Dean had as the silicon ass cheeks settled back onto the bed.

Shelly, who could see all too well, shrieked as her minuscule body was hoisted into the air, and her blood ran cold when the toy’s swaying settled, and she found herself unable to move. Her tiny body had been cemented exactly where the tiny woman Dean removed had been, halfway up the shaft of the sex toy that waited eagerly for its owner to return home.

She tried to pry herself loose, but her clothes held fast and at her size, trapped flat against it, she didn’t have the strength or momentum to do more than turn her head. All she could do was watch and wait until Diana came home, and pray she’d notice something different about the immobile miniature girl adorning her prized penis.

In the distance, she heard the faint sound of the latch turning and the front door swinging open.

She wouldn’t have to wait long.

Before last night, they never said it out loud, but Dean, Shelly and Diana had fantasized about each other for years. If they had ever spoken about it, they’d realize they all pictured it the same way. Diana in the middle, driving Shelly’s face into the pillow while Dean grasped Diana’s hips and fucked her so hard he kept them both thrusting. Maybe it was a little gentler the way Dean and Shelly imagined it…

Diana thought about it often when she enjoyed the toy her tiny paramours were currently trapped on, which was what she planned to do today exclusively. She’d told the couple she would be busy all day, which was true. What she hadn’t told them was that she would be busy at home. Reaching into her purse, she withdrew a tiny plastic bag containing several dried mushrooms. She smiled and popped one into her mouth, then locked the front door behind her.

Upstairs, Shelly listened to her friend’s faint footsteps. She didn’t seem to be coming up just yet. “Dean! Dean, can you hear me?”

Dean could hear that Shelly was shouting, but he couldn’t make out what and he was otherwise occupied. Rammed up the silicone asshole, he was surprised how far in he had slid. He came to a stop when he tangled himself up what he quickly realized was another tiny replica person. He was face to face with the tiny toy, and he could smell the faint scents of lube and soap on it. Unfortunately for him, pressed together, they were too wide for him to free himself in the restrictive tunnel and his miniscule body didn’t have the strength to stretch the walls. He was as trapped as Shelly.

Diana walked into her living room and started to strip. After acquiring her little bag of magic treats, she had spent the morning sitting in the nearby park, relaxing and letting any stray anxieties go. Originally, she’d planned to let the trip take her where it may, but since revealing her secret to Dean and Shelly, there had been one thought constantly at the forefront of her mind. She had a feeling she knew what she’d be introspecting on today.

She took her time peeling off her clothes while she waited for the mushroom to kick in. First the tank top, then her socks. Then, with a struggle, off came the sports bra. She slipped her thumbs into her waistband and started to pry off her yoga pants. When she got them to her knees, she lost her balance and fell back onto the couch, giggling like mad as she tugged them off. It was coming on quicker than she expected, she needed to get upstairs sooner than later. As she mulled this need over, her hand wandered to her panties. She ran her middle finger along the throbbing vein of her cock and purred audibly, before erupting into another giggle fit.

Carefully, she rolled off the couch, clambered to her feet, and climbed the stairs.

Shelly listened to each slow, deliberate footstep, resigning herself to her fate. She shuddered when she saw the doorknob turn, but she gasped when Diana entered the room. At this scale, she was a literal goddess, in a state of undress Shelly had never witnessed. Assuming she was alone, Diana had no reason to hide anything. In fact, her hand was wrist-deep inside her panties, massaging herself and whimpering softly.

In that moment, Shelly remembered their conversation the night prior. She remembered the heat radiating off Diana’s thigh, not even an inch from her face. This was what her friend meant by becoming her little toy after all. Hungrily eyeing Diana’s hand, Shelly bit her lip. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

Diana’s eyes locked on her, and the tiny woman gasped. But she wasn’t looking at Shelly, Shelly was just a toy. No, an accessory for a much larger toy. Diana was looking at the enormous cock Shelly was glued to as she whispered. “Come to mama…”

With practiced grace, Diana’s free hand dipped into the drawer to her left and withdrew a bottle with a nozzle on it. It was a special kind of lube designed to help her tiny toys stay put while she had her fun. Safe and slick for skin, surprisingly sticky for anything else. And it came out in the wash. The miracles of niche, kinky science.

Loosening the nozzle with her fingertips, Diana flipped it over and doused the toy cock with a healthy amount of the lube, then resealed it and tossed it onto the bed. Kneeling, she brought her hand to the tip of the toy cock, gave it a few rubs to spread it evenly, then started massaging it down the length of the shaft, stroking herself in rhythm with her free hand.

Shelly shivered when the drop of lube made contact with her head, but she realized this was her chance at freedom. She shut her eyes and held her breath as it rolled over her head and prepared to slide. And then…nothing. She blinked the substance out of her eyes and to her shock realized that her clothing was adhered even more tightly to the toy than it had been before. “Oh, no. No no no…”

Before she could utter another no, Diana’s face cruised toward her, taking up her entire field of vision. Her pupils were wide, and a lazy smile adorned her lips. Then everything was hidden behind a giant thumbprint and a fresh coating of lube.

Diana was well-practiced at this. She knew exactly how much pressure to apply to her toy’s tiny passenger to properly lube without damaging anything, but as she stroked the toy and her thumb ran over it a few times, it felt…different. The little woman didn’t feel like plastic at all. It felt like…well, like a tiny person. Diana squinted and looked closer and she gasped. “Sh-Shelly?”

Shelly lit up as Diana’s enormous eyes came closer and the look of realization came over her. She figured it out! Finally! “Dia-hgh! Hugh!” Her shouting was cut off as the lube on her upper lip slipped into her mouth.

Diana stared in wonder and her smile spread into a wide grin. “Mushrooms were the greatest decision I’ve ever made…”

What did she say? Shelly looked up horrified, and realized just how dilated Diana’s pupils were. Oh god, was she tripping? She didn’t realize anything, she thought this was the drugs. “Diana, no! Wait!”

But it was too late. Diana was standing, and Shelly’s tiny voice couldn’t reach as the giant woman’s face climbed into the sky, and was replaced by the panties she’d been admiring moments before. Diana had removed her hand, but the outline of her cock was plain to see fighting for freedom from the flimsy fabric, and the very visible damp spot at its tip twitched. “God, Shelly…this isn’t…I always saw this going the other way, but I need you inside me.”

The tiny girl screamed as the realization set in. Even if she wanted to be Diana’s toy, it wasn’t like this. Where was Dean? This was all him. But Dean could only hear Diana’s mumbling and the faint vibration that carried through the toy as she prepared the other side of it. He knew she was there, but that was all, and he was trying not to think about what happened to him if the toy rolled over.

Diana bit her lip and hooked her thumbs in her waistband, peeling the panties away. Her cock swung out to meet Shelly, who flinched at the speed. It stopped just short of her, but a string of sticky precum carried by the momentum swung forward and hit her square on her chin, coating her mouth and shoulders. The glistening rope hung in the air, connecting them. Entranced, Shelly licked her lips, grateful for the taste she’d craved for years despite the circumstance. Then Diana turned around.

“I know, I know. I always thought it would be your pretty little ass that I’d be inside. God, the way it bounces when you walk drives me wild. But I’ve got plenty of booty to shake myself.”

Shelly inhaled sharply as Diana spun on her heel and the glorious cock was replaced with a titanic ass that caused the tiny girl to unwittingly bite her lower lip. She was well aware of Diana’s ass already. She’d followed her up the stairs on more than one occasion, where she couldn’t help but admire the view as cheeks the size of her head wobbled uncontrollably in the tights and leggings Diana regularly poured herself into. But at this size, they dwarfed her. Shelly could disappear between those cheeks, and even Diana might not be able to find her again.

“What do you think?” Diana bounced on her heels, making her plentiful cheeks quake and clap effortlessly. She looked over her shoulder, knowing full well the toy couldn’t answer. She stopped, and took hold of them, bending forward slightly and spreading them to give her new favorite toy a peek. “Want a closer look?”

Shelly’s jaw dropped as Diana revealed her asshole. It was…it was beautiful. Under different circumstances, she’d give it a kiss, she’d bury her face in it while they prepared for what came next. But right now, that tight little hole was bigger than she was. Shelly whimpered.

Diana leaned her hips back, slowly, gently, until she was practically leaning on the toy cock. Shelly could only stare on as the hole, which was bigger than she was approached her. Diana gently clenched and released as he did. To Shelly, it was like an impatient predator approaching the prey that walked right into its lair. Then without warning, Diana’s cheeks clapped in around her.

Content with her position, Diana let go of her ass and sighed as she felt them close in around the upright dildo. Shelly wasn’t quite pressed up against her asshole, but she was a breath away and compacted on all sides by bountiful booty meat. Diana bit her lip, enjoying how effortlessly she could make the toy disappear even without taking it inside her. Slowly, she dragged herself up and down its length. Now she definitely felt Shelly brush against the sensitive little hole that was aching to claim her, and she could swear she felt a faint wiggling from its tiny woman. She kept at it for a minute or two, then she stopped abruptly when she felt the tiny girl pressed up against her back door.

“Noooo…” Shelly moaned a weak complaint, but a surprisingly forward part of her was losing her mind at her proximity to Diana, and how easily her entire world became her skin, her scent, the weight of her closing in. When Diana stopped, and the wrinkled pucker pressed against her, Shelly shrieked, a sick mixture of fear and delight. With no effort from Diana, it took her into its folds, trying to welcome her inside. The only think stopping it from doing sowas the lube holding her in this confusing situation to begin with.

Diana relished the sensation, but this was still barely an appetizer, and she was hungry for more. She stepped forward, letting the now-slick cheeks slide along until they popped free, leaving tiny Shelly moist, matted and gasping for air.

Diana looked back over her shoulder and locked eyes with where she imagined Shelly’s eyes were, really getting into her little role play. She gave her ass a solid slap, surprising herself at how much it tingled. “Fuck…Shelly…I hope you liked the tour. I think I’m about to move you in full-time.”

Shelly whimpered as Diana turned and started to climb onto the bed…

Shelly gaped as her giant friend’s planetary ass orbited away from her and her cock bounced back into view. She only had a moment to register its gentle bobbing before Diana’s knee swung up onto the bed and the rest of her climbed on after it. Giggling to herself, the tripping giant took hold of the torso’s hips and playfully poked the tip of her dick into her tiny friend. “Boop.”

Shelly was stunned as Diana’s girthy appendage lunged forward to give her unworthy form a kiss. To Diana, it was barely a tap, but Shelly suddenly found her entire upper body and face smushed against the stiff head. She inhaled the scent and her brain damn near short-circuited, overloaded with arousal. “Yes, god please! Make me your little cock slut, goddess!”

But just as quickly as it approached, it abandoned her. Diana dragged it along the shaft of her toy until it cleared the tip, swinging her leg over to straddle the toy. Shelly whimpered, left with nothing but a trail of pre-cum ruining her hair, mortified at what she’d just shouted. Suddenly, the pillar she was trapped on start to shake, and she craned her head toward the tip to see what was happening.

Diana, after clearing the toy cock, had settled in over the torso’s abs. Without a hint of modesty (after all, she was alone in her bedroom), she let her face sink into the comforter, forming a tripod with her knees and waved her booty eagerly in the direction of the toy she needed inside her…and the toy that it was stuck to.

Diana gripped the base of the cock and angled it toward her waiting asshole, unable to stop giggling. “Are you ready, Shelly? You wanted this, right? Wanted to be my itty bitty plaything. Wanted me to do whateeeever I wanted to you…”

Shelly looked up at Diana’s looming mass. Even her gentle rocking set subtle waves of flesh rolling. Dead center and dead ahead, Diana’s asshole clenched and released, eagerly awaiting its meal as its owner taunted her.

“Tell me, Shelly…are you ready to disappear up your goddess’s ass?”

“F…fuck me…” Shelly murmured, unable to look away from her looming destination.

Diana couldn’t hear a word the tiny girl said, but her exclamation might as well have been a command. “Let’s begin.”

Slowly but surely, Diana lowered herself toward the toy’s tip. She angled it just so for ease of entry. She was experienced with this, and she knew she had to work herself up to it. It might be quicker if she lubed herself too, but she liked to tease herself, to earn it. And the thought of Shelly watching as her greedy little ass came closer and closer, aching to taste her only encouraged her to drag it out. Soon enough, the toy’s tip slipped between her cheeks and she let out a moan as it made contact with her tender hole. Fuck was she sensitive today.

Slowly, deliberately, she pressed herself down onto the tip. A long, low squeal the likes of which Shelly didn’t know Diana could make leaked from her lips as she savored the initial moment of penetration.

Shelly stared up, equal parts fascinated and horrified as the toy vanished inside her. Despite her terror, her mind started to drift. What if this wasn’t a toy at all? What would it be like if she was held fast to Dean’s towering dick, the two of them sharing Diana in a delightfully devious way. The thought drove her wild, but reality was quickly approaching.

Diana eased down onto the toy as far as she dared, gently eased back off, then repeated the process, eyes rolling back as she slid just a little further each time. A little deeper, a little closer to swallowing Shelly whole.

Shelly was awestruck. At barely half an inch tall, Diana’s asshole was several times her length across to begin with. Watching it expand and consume the girthy toy, approaching her, then retreating, creeping ever closer each time, it took on a presence of its own. The sound of it sucking on the slick surface as it slid deeper and deeper inside, each time just a little louder, each thrust coming a little faster as Diana started to build up a rhythm. All too quickly it was baring down on her. Just a few more thrusts and it had her.

“Mmmm, I’m coming for you, Shelly. I can’t wait to feel you disappear inside me. I can’t wait to feel you squirrrm~” As she said the last word, Diana made contact with a soft plap, and the wrinkled rim of came to rest on Shelly’s forehead.

Shelly’s eyes shot wide, but all she could see was the extremely textured wrinkle directly above her. The scent hit her all at once, a powerful, wafting combination of skin, sweat, a hint of soap and raw, unfiltered Diana. On instinct, Shelly turned her head and planted a kiss on the intruding surface, blushing like mad.

Diana hovered there, very aware that she’d reached her special little toy. Next came the really fun part, but-did she just kiss her? A shiver went through her whole body, and unexpectedly, she slipped just a hair further onto the toy, tongue rolling out of her mouth as Shelly’s body slid inside.

Shelly didn’t have time to shriek. When Diana shivered, the toy was driven deeper inside her. And suddenly, slurp, so was Shelly. The ring of muscle resting on her head drove down over her, greedily steamrolling everything above her knees, engulfing her in a warm, wet embrace punctuated by a decidedly more primal scent. Shelly was lightheaded. Her jaw would have opened, and some sound might have come out, but every inch of her was smothered, completely bound and at the mercy of Diana’s tiniest quiver.

Diana was having the time of her life. She stayed there a while, feeling the miniscule form of her dear friend pinned against her. She flexed and swayed her hips, really grinding her down. Obviously she’d be more careful with the real deal, but lucid fantasy aside, she knew it was still just her little prop down there.

Every moment for Shelly was a lesson in just how helpless she was before Diana’s lust. The smallest twitch from Diana ground the tiny woman beneath her. Shelly’s face was pulled this way and that, smeared with Diana’s scent. She was flustered, disoriented, gasping for air, but despite the difference in scale, she seemed to be unharmed. Then as quickly as she’d been smothered, suddenly she was free.

Well, free was an overstatement. Free to turn her head and smell the air that was only mostly scented with Diana and lube. But she knew that freedom wouldn’t last. Turning her head up, she watched and waited for what was next.

Diana sighed as she finished toying with Shelly. With a grunt, she pried herself up off of the tiny girl and adjusted her hips for maximum leverage. “I hope you liked your appetizer, Shells. I know I did. But it’s time for the main course.”

Shelly whimpered, but she couldn’t stop a chill running through her at her friend’s words. She shut her eyes as Diana started to drop.

This time there was no easing herself on. Diana drove herself down with force and two moans escaped her in rapid succession. The first when she felt Shelly’s entire body slip inside her, the second when her ass slapped against the toy’s hips as she hit the base of the dildo, relishing the way it filled her up.

Shelly winced when she felt Diana’s eager hole make contact, then gasped as it passed straight by, dragging the tiny woman along her inner walls. Past the entrance, the pressure was ever so slightly lesser, giving Shelly the freedom to struggle, grinding what little of her body she could move against her friend, and, the thought forced itself into her mind, doing a limp impression of a vibrator.

“Oooh, fuuuck~” Diana could swear Shelly was wiggling inside her and it was driving her nuts. Part of her wanted to sit there and savor it, but a much larger part of her was hungry for more, and she brought her big butt up and started to ride in earnest.

Shelly’s breathing was erratic. She wasn’t claustrophic, but in the dark confines of her friend, frightened and ludicrously aroused, each breath pressed her little chest against the warm, slick, thankfully fairly clean inner walls of Diana. And when Diana started to move again, she dragged the entire length of herself along Shelly’s rock hard nipples, drawing with it an inaudible moan.

Freed once again, Shelly gasped, mouth wide, in the sudden cold air. But before she could inhale, Diana was on top of her again, and she was all Shelly got a mouthful of, filling Shelly’s mouth and lungs the same way she’d already filled her thoughts.

Diana wasn’t slowing down again. Up and down she went, each time with just a little more force, she drove herself down, forced the toy deep inside her, savoring the satisfying squelching sound each time she gave Shelly a gasp of air and loving every time she felt her tiny body dragged inside her again.

As the pace picked up, Shelly got dizzy. What had started off erotic was becoming too disorienting to enjoy. With each second that passed, she was driven inside her friend, then moments later exposed to the cold air again. It was all too fast for her eyes to keep up. The sensations were overwhelming and started to lose herself in the rhythm right up until she heard a rip, and felt her chest exposed to the open air. Diana was fucking herself so hard she was tearing Shelly’s clothes apart. The one thing keeping her steady, the one thing keeping her anchored against the force of nature using her to get off. “D-Diana! Wait, please!”

Diana didn’t hear a thing. She was lost in the pleasure, gentle gasps slipping free each time her cheeks slapped together at the base of the toy. She’d lost track of exactly where Shelly was, and that fact only made her hornier. Her precious, tiny little toy, too small for her goddess to notice. “Oh, fffuck.”

“Diana!” Once the tearing started, things escalated quickly for Shelly. With every other thrust, it grew until her shirt split clean in two and the force dragged her arms clean out of her sleeves. Freed from the toy’s grasp, the next time Diana came down, she folded Shelly forward, and the back of her pants started to tear. Back up, and Shelly’s upper body flailed free for half a second, then down again and her legs were pried loose. Her entire body was yanked down along the rubber cock, and this time when Diana rose, Shelly went with her, dragged all the way to the tip of the toy. “No, please!”

Lubed up as she was, Shelly did not stay on the tip, instead tumbling over it and being dragged down along the other side, held snug against Diana’s warm, greedy skin, then dragged back to the top and repeat. Over and over, she was dragged up and down, plastered here and there to Diana’s insides, unable to cry out in the maelstrom of sex and lube. Hopelessly lost, she prayed this wouldn’t take much longer.

In a way, her prayer was answered. Diana’s pace slowed, and she moaned to herself and she pulled herself free from the toy. “So good…but now I want inside.”

Without sparing a look at where Shelly should have been, Diana flipped over the toy and repositioned herself behind it. “Not the way I wanted to drive your face into my bed, Shells, but we’ll just have to make do…”

But Shelly couldn’t hear her. When Diana climbed off the toy, Shelly came along with her, and at that moment, she was currently being smothered, squeezed, pulled this way and that by the rapid tensing and relaxing of Diana’s inner workings.

“Oh!” Diana bit her lip as she felt a tiny prodding inside and identified it rightly as her friend. “Just couldn’t get enough of being my little butt slut, huh?” She clenched her butt and sighed contently. “I lose more toys that way…”

“Now then…” She caressed the shapely toy rump. “If Shelly was up front…I guess that means it’s little Dean waiting for me in here.” She gave it a spank. “Not what I imagined when I thought about you deep in my ass, but you know what they say about beggars…”

She picked up the lube bottle, shoved it straight up the toy sphincter and gave it a squeeze. “I hope you’re a strong swimmer…”

Inside the fancy fleshlight, Dean couldn’t hear a word Shelly was saying, but Diana’s godlike voice came through loud and clear from the moment she walked in the room. Trapped as he was, he had nothing to do but freak out as he listened and realized where Shelly must have wound up, the state Diana was in, and what she was about to do to his girlfriend.

When Diana brought her knee up onto the bed, the enormous toy tilted with the mattress, and Dean felt discomfort rising just below his waist. Despite the sheer terror running through him, his cock was standing at attention, pressed awkwardly against the rigid surface of the doll. “W…why?”

Was it the sound of Diana’s booming voice, seeming even larger echoing through the thick tunnel he was sealed in? Was it the way something as simple as shifting her leg caused his whole world to move? Was it…the thought of Shelly and what she was going through? Dean bit his lip. He knew she must be terrified, and he was scared for her, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her disappearing inside Diana like it was nothing, and what it must be like inside…or what it would be like if it was him putting her there.

He shifted his hips, wincing as he ground against the tiny doll’s hard plastic body, then sighing with relief as his dick slipped through between its legs. But his troubles were only starting. When Diana mounted the toy, the mattress under her bounced, and so did the entire structure of the toy. It was only a few inches up or down, but to Dean it was like the Tower of Terror. Alone in the dark, he had no warning for that, or for what came next.

At first, when Diana started to ease herself onto the toy, she brought her legs in against it to steady herself and shifted it slightly with each movement. It was a gentle rocking for Dean, like a docked boat when a wave passes by. When she paused to savor Shelly’s first entrance, he thought maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He was incorrect.

The first time Diana consumed the full length of the toy, her ass slammed down on it, and everything around Dean rumbled. The walls vibrated, his toy man compatriot shook against him. But when she started to rise, everything lifted along with her just for a moment, and that’s where the real issue began.

For a moment, he was weightless, lifted alongside the doll as the entire toy rose into the air. But the moment couldn’t last, and there was nowhere else to go but down. As Diana’s weight slammed back down to re-welcome the toy inside her, the body of it was driven down into the bed, forcing everything in the tight tunnel Dean found himself in downward. Or, mostly everything.

When the giant torso reached the bottom of its descent, Dean and the toy man continued to fall, like two unbelted passengers in a suddenly stopped car. But while the toy continued to slip, Dean found himself yanked back into place by some unseen force behind him.

Diana was responsible with her toys, and she typically kept them very clean. But on her last pass of this particular hole, she’d missed a bit of the clingy lube that Shelly was all too familiar with. And that patch was now clinging to everything from the collar of the clueless boy’s shirt all the way down to the seat of his pants.

Confused and free of the doll that he thought was holding him, Dean thrashed his limbs to try to speed up his own descent, and got his legs trapped against the wall for his troubles. And it was around that time that Diana picked up the pace.

As the entire tunnel started to violently lunge upward before being forced back down at an alarming speed, Dean was almost grateful for whatever was holding him there. He shut his eyes and tried not to think about his stomach rising and falling in mirror time with the soft cave around him.

Far below, the tiny doll actually managed to slip free of the exit, where it was immediately flattened under the giant ass and thrown off the bed, bouncing just underneath it and leaving exactly the amount of passengers Diana would expect when she hit her limit and decided to flip it over.

Disoriented and exhausted just from the sheer forces being exerted on his body to this point, Dean whimpered as he felt his world turn over. He wasn’t hanging directly upside down, it was more like laying on a steep hill with your feet angled up. Diana’s ragged breathing and giggling crept clearly into his prison. He craned his neck to stare up at the point of light, unable to make out anything more than colors shifting outside.

“I hope you’re a strong swimmer…” she said, and the spot of light was snuffed out. Or more accurately, plugged up. A wet squelch rang out throughout the tunnel and a few moments later, a cold, sticky substance started to creep over Dean’s legs. The bottle of lube retracted, and something rushed in to replace it.

Diana bit her lip as she fingered the juicy toy ass, gripping a hefty silicone cheek with her other hand as she worked the lube around the walls. Reaching deep, she felt the special little toy she’d left herself hopelessly plastered to the wall, ready to be steamrolled repeatedly by her ramming. Like with Shelly, it almost felt lifelike. She could swear it was almost struggling against her fingertip as she gave it a little rub. To that end, the toy and it subtle bumps and ridges had never felt more real. She might have to make a habit of this.

Dean felt the walls of the tunnel stretching as its latest invader probed around in the dark. His first thought was Diana’s cock come to greet him, but no, not yet. It was a finger, prepping the path for what was to come. He shouted as the fingertip gently brushed his feet and slid up to settle itself over his entire body like it was nothing. “Diana! Please! It’s me in here! It’s Dean!”

She didn’t hear a word. All he received in response was the finger pressing down in what might have been meant as an affectionate rub, but flattened Dean and forced the wind out of him. He thrashed against her as much as the lube would allow, but with the fresh coating, even the front of his clothes were now being glued down around him to cocoon and constrict him even more tightly.

Soon enough, the finger retracted, and Dean took in frantic, ragged breaths, but couldn’t shake the knowledge of what was coming next.

Outside, Diana was having the time of her life, stroking herself in time as she fingered the tight little hole, gently working a finger just under the tip as she imagined smearing it over the tiny little treat inside. But the time for waiting was over. Withdrawing her finger, she readjusted on the bed, kneeling behind the toy and positioning it just so with practiced ease. She lined herself up, gently stroking and letting out little moans all the while. She pressed her tip against the supple, willing hole and blocked out Dean’s light one more time.

Then, without hesitation, she thrust her full length inside.

Dean didn’t get the patience that Shelly had been treated to while Diana was easing herself into the day’s activities. Before he could fully register that the moment was upon him, a burning wall of slicked up skin had rolled over him. Her girth demanded more from the humble tunnel than it could easily offer and it expanded as much as it could to accommodate. Dean was not able to expand to give Diana room, left to the bear the brunt of her splitting open the toy. He found himself pinned under the burning weight of her cock, the wall behind him stretched to its limit but eager to flatten him if it meant gripping even the slightest bit more of its beautiful owner.

Balls deep in the toy, Diana chewed her lip. She was pleasantly surprised to find the little addition was very noticeable, a particularly nice bump being driven into her. The last time she’d experimented with a little toy inside with her, it had been…sort of sharp and unpleasant. But this was altogether different. This was exactly how she imagined having an insignificant little person trapped in her fuck toy would feel. She imagined Dean’s face, flustered, stuttering, and smeared against her. Slowly, she pulled out, savoring the sensation of his body sliding up her shaft, then stopping to settle her head right on top of him, shifting her hips and smiling at his subtle struggling. God, she loved mushrooms.

Dean started to feel claustrophobic the moment Diana joined him in the tunnel, and for a moment, it seemed like she was just going to sit there filling it. Then finally, she started to pull out, slowly, enticingly. He breathed, slowly, each inhale a struggle. He felt a slight shift in the surface above him as her foreskin slid over him. Almost clear, or so he thought before she stopped with him dead center beneath the tip of her dick. She wiggled it for good measure, and he realized she knew exactly what she was doing. Oh god, she had no idea it was him in here. She thought he was just another accessory to fuck and she was loving it.

Diana’s hands caressed the plump toy ass, and found that she was imagining Shelly. Oftentimes in her usual fantasies, the girl was face up while Diana stuffed her drooling cunt and watching her eyes glaze over with pleasure. She’d thought about flipping her over, but never about giving her tight little ass a go, but now, thinking about placing cute little Dean on his girlfriend’s flower, forcing him inside with her tongue, then fucking him deep inside and absolutely drenching him in her cum…well, maybe she had a new dream.

In the darkness, Dean could barely make out a small shape growing from the slit above him. A drop of precum the size of his head casually pooled, then started to dribble down exactly as Diana continued her exit, hitting him square in the forehead and dragging down the length of his body, coating him in a preview of the main event soon to come.

Satisfied with her little teasing and positively bursting with a need for release, Diana ended Dean’s last chance to catch his breath. The moment she felt her head start to slip free from the toy, she drove straight back in and didn’t let up again. In and out, in and out, turning Dean into the marker on a metronome ticking faster and faster as she lost herself in the thought of losing him, smearing him beneath her over and over and over again.

When Diana started to properly fuck the toy, Dean realized the gentle smothering of her initial entrance had been a blessing. The rapid motion was instantly disorienting, battering his senses as she rolled over his body, forced his face this way and that, back and forth with each powerful thrust. Lube and precum and sweat mixed together, basting him in the heat of the tunnel as she thought about pounding his girlfriend senseless. Dazed and delirious, Dean somehow found his way to the same idea. A self-defense mechanism, perhaps. Imagining that instead of the rubber ass, he was safe and sound inside Shelly. This wasn’t an act of wanton lust getting off like any other afternoon, this was an expression of love between the three of them, and he was putting his complete and total faith and trust in these girls to enjoy him as nothing more than their toy.

Despite himself, Dean felt his cock spring to life, rigidly grinding against Diana’s own speeding flesh. Wait, flesh?

Briefly awoken from his escape fantasy, Dean realized that his clothes were tearing in half down the middle, and with them his body was starting to pull loose from the wall more and more with each of Diana’s thrusts.

He had the span of five thrusts, roughly three seconds, to realize this before the head of her dick scooped him straight out of his clothes, drove him into the very back of the toy and left him there for all of a second before it rushed up to plant a wet kiss on him and retreat again.

This sensation was too much for Dean, as his godly friend’s casual motion eroded his senses thrust by eager thrust. Lucky for him, it didn’t last much longer.

Diana felt Dean pop free, something she knew her toy shouldn’t be able to do, but as she felt it driven into the back of the toy, as she realized she was pounding it in as deep as she possibly could, she couldn’t take it anymore, and she came the hardest she’d ever come in her life.

One last smooch from the organ and it planted itself on his chest. Then a burning stream of hot, sticky cum shot directly into him, absolutely flooding the tunnel that had rapidly redefined Dean’s existence. Wave after wave of Diana’s ecstasy, it seemed like it would never stop. It coated him, it filled his mouth. He forced down mouthful after mouthful – eagerly, he realized – begging for more until finally it seemed the well ran dry, and the convulsing cock sat calm.

Diana, spent and exhausted, collapsed sideways on the bed without withdrawing from the toy. In fact, she pulled it along by the hips, not wanting to give up the feeling of filling Shelly’s little ass, not wanting to abandon the tiny man she’d forced inside.

Gently, she turned it parallel with her own bdoy, snaking her arms around its waist, spooning the gentle dip of its back against her abs, imagining brushing her lips against the back of Shelly’s neck as her head came to rest on a pillow. Then, against all odds, Diana…

Fell asleep.