By the time Melanie finally reached the bed of the sleeping giantess, she was exhausted. Her entire body ached, and she had no idea what time it was. It was just beginning to brighten some outside, and she suspected it was nearing dawn. Her feelings of guilt over her distrust of an otherwise perfectly faithful boyfriend had long-since been replaced with rage and anger once more. This whore had an agenda. ALL girls always had an agenda, and once she got Anne's help in restoring her size, she'd be absolutely certain to forbid her boyfriend from having anything further to do with the bitch. She might just say that she reminded her of this entire ordeal. Already her manipulative little mind was working over possible stories and lies to pass this entire incident over.
   At the bed she stopped and sat against what she assumed was a sock, thinking of how she'd get up on to the bed. As the minutes ticked away, the snoring girl shifted up above. Then sat up. Melanie jumped in terror as the massive form she assumed to be Anne turned, casting the blanket aside and onto the floor. The light gust of wind it created almost threw Melanie to the floor, but she kept her footing by clinging to loose fibers in the dirty sock. She almost wish she had let the gust carry her away, though, as a massive foot sailed through the dark, the girl's heel almost crushing her as she stepped out of the bedroom.
   "F-fucking...fucking whore.." She watched as the girl left, maybe to go to the bathroom, or suck someone's dick. It didn't matter much. Hurrying quickly to the blanket, which Melanie found to be a quilt, she started climbing it right away despite her body's agonizing protests


   McKenzie was having a fantastic dream, one involving her friend's boyfriend which closely resembled the evening that the two had spent together. Until Anne ruined it by coming home, of course. But it didn't matter. She knew that he wasn't having sex with Anne anymore, and that they were on the verge of a breakup. In fact, McKenzie was really just waiting for him to get a better job so that he could move in, and the two could kick Anne out.
    This had all made her feel particularly guilty at first, running around behind Anne's back, helping her boyfriend cheat, but the more he had to say about her, and the things Anne said about McKenzie behind her own back, well, she gradually accepted and came to terms with things. All is fair in love and war, after all. As she sat upright, awake, rubbing her eyes, she noticed it was hardly even close to the hour she typically awoke at. Not even halfway there, likely. But still, she had a call of nature to answer.
   Stepping out into the hall and seeing Anne's bedroom door cracked open slightly, she was almost tempted to poke her head in for a moment and get his attention...maybe lure him into the bathroom for some early morning fun...but no, too risky. Instead she just tip-toed along into the little girls' room to take care of business.



   After a strenuous climb, the likes of which she had never attempted before, nor would have even thought herself capable of, Melanie came to the surface of the bed. Before she had the chance to rest or catch her breath, in strode the gargantuan girl once more. Melanie screamed, waving her aching arms and crying for attention, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as the girl climbed over her, almost sideswiping Melanie's miniscule form with her toes.
   Bringing first one leg, than the other over, Melanie caught the smallest scent of urine and knew immediately what the girl had gone to do, not that it even mattered. The blanket was jerked back up and over her titanic form, and Melanie went flying along with it, clinging to the wirey threads of the quilt as it brought her up the enormous bitch's body. When it finally came to a rest, Melanie lost her grip and fell through the checkered holes of the blanket onto something nearly as coarse.
   She stood in the darkness, blood boiling, furious at her inability to catch the bimbo's attention before being sent halfway across the world again. The scent of urine and sex surrounded her, assaulting almost every sense, and she made her way quickly in the direction of Anne's face. She'd hardly gone twenty steps when she hit some sort of slope and fell forward, screaming.
   Falling free for a good two seconds, something caught Melanie and tugged painfully on her right ankle, swinging her back against the giantess's body with a damp SMACK. Her face was now pressed, tightly, against a very warm, very soft, and very wet surface. The smell of sex and urine here was stronger than before, and twice as bad as Anne's feet, but Melanie simply had nothing left to throw up.
   In a blind rage, she thrashed her arms and legs about, punching and slapping away at the wall in front of her, until she became so entangled in whatever held her that she couldn't move her arms OR legs, or even right herself up again. Crying, she hung there in what she assumed to be a frayed patch of a dirty quilt, or maybe lacey panties. The giantess, far and away, began snoring lightly once more, and it wasn't until a very loud, strange, hissing noise came from just below and a heat wave that reaked of rotten egg and ass burned her nose and watered her eyes that she understood she was stuck in Anne's pubic hair. She closed her eyes tight and sobbed heavily, next to a vaginal canal larger than any house she had ever, or would ever, live in again.

  

   McKenzie had a habit of spending more time than needed in the bathroom. Her mother had always joked she might have a touch of attention deficit something or other, but it was never looked into. So, long after she'd finished pissing, she finished the YM magazine she had been reading and set it back behind the toilet, dabbing at her privates. A small fart escaped her rear and her stomach grumbled some, so she remained on the throne.
   After about a solid minute she hadn't managed to produce much more, so she switched off the light and returned to bed. Briefly she considered masturbating, as she lay there in the dark, but decided against it. With a yawn, she closed her weary eyes, not bothering to set her alarm. She had her day off tomorrow, and her soon-to-be boyfriend to look forward to.

To say that Melanie had a restless night would be a severe understatement. Still under the assumption that the pubic hairs she had become entangled in belonged to Anne, the cunt who no doubt was plotting to steal Melanie's boyfriend out from under her, the anger and frustration within her was almost impossible to reconcile. The fact that every few moments a loud, guttural rumbling would come from deep within the titanic whore's body, shaking Melanie's delicate and miniature frame to the bone did nothing to help ease her into a comfortable enough mood for sleep. It goes without saying that the sporadic passing of gas, a soft hissing, rush of hot wind, and stomach-churning assault on her nose completed the trifecta of torment that made this the worst experience of Melanie's life.

She lay there, cursing, thrashing with what meager strength she had, which to her dismay was not even enough to bend the bonds of the girl's pubic hairs and allow Melanie any leverage with which to attempt an escape. Only able to further frustrate herself, Mel spent the better part of the night crying, screaming, struggling hopelessly, and blaming everyone from her boyfriend to Sam, Anne, God, and on one or two brief breakdowns, herself.

When the sun finally rose enough to flood the space beneath the gigantic teenager's quilt, the girl stirred, shifting with a lazy moan as she pulled her knees closer to her chest and rolled to her side, Melanie suddenly feeling the rush of blood flowing back into her head and arms, moments before two enormous walls of fleshy, soft thighs pancaked her into an even more insufferable position, barely any air reaching the shrunken girl.

Fortunately, though, Melanie only had to suffer this oppressive heat for about ten minutes before McKenzie's door slowly creaked open, the sound of Anne's boyfriend, Brad, sneaking into her bedroom in the early morning more than enough to rouse her from a sleep that Melanie likely never could have, given her size. The two waste no time and exchange no words, McKenzie rolling onto her stomach and spreading her legs, Brad hurriedly mounting her as Melanie tried, in horror, to get the attention of either of these titans and alert them to her plight.

If either of the horny gods took any notice of Mel's terrified shrieks, they showed no sign of it, Brad shifting into position, a cock seemingly larger than a Boeing 777, already oozing the first signs of the lustful teen's arousal, a small stream of precum that Melanie could probably drown in. Closing her eyes, feeling almost certain that her end was near, an end so humiliating and horrible to think of that she'd trade it for any other, Melanie braced herself...for nothing.

Brad slowly guided the gargantuan, throbbing member into McKenzie's damp crotch, the heat and musky odor of their coupling already beginning to smother Melanie, who's presence was unknown to either lover. The pathetically small form of the miniaturized girl was easily mistakable for a curl of entwined pubes, or a speck of lint, and neither of the horny young adults were of a mind to be on the lookout for endangered, shrunken girls, trapped about their genitals.

As the lovemaking continued and began to pick up pace, so too intensified the heat, and odor. Melanie was sweating considerably, and the aroma given off by the girl she was tangled up in was none too pleasant, let alone the fragrance permeating the air around Brad's sack. Daring to tell herself that it couldn't get worse, Melanie felt a sudden jolt as Brad picked up the pace, slamming deep into McKenzie and slapping his balls against the matted patch of hair imprisoning Melanie.

There was, of course, no relief, as the passion only increased, the pair building up a rhythm of motion, Melanie''s poor, battered little frame soaked in sweat and stench and being repeatedly mashed between pubis and testicle. Just when the heat and trauma was peaking and Mel hoped to blackout, Brad's body tensed and spasmed, thrusting frantically into McKenzies, hands squeezing her ass as what would seem like gallons and gallons of jizz to Melanie erupted from him, into the enormous tunnel of the much larger girl's womanhood.

He wasted not a moment more than he needed to, pulling from his sweaty and quivering partner, and allowing the mess of their passionate moment, a disgusting combination of sweat and juices, leak out in force, rinsing through McKenzie's already dampened and loose pubic hairs. This was enough, at last, to free Melanie, who slowly flowed out of the thick nest she had spent the majority of the night and morning entangled in, a mere piece of debris in the stream of their fluid.

Before she ran off of the gigantic girl's cunt completely, reaching relative freedom, the pair leaned into each other once more for a few deep kisses and nibbles, their crotches grinding against each other teasingly, causing Brad to perk for another round they didn't have time to even start. When the giants parted and Brad quietly slipped from McKenzie's bed to return to his own room, where Anne was still dozing, Melanie could barely utter a feeble cry of anguish, not knowing what awaited her next as she was carried off to the unknown, the drying cum on Brad's nuts holding her in a new prison altogether.