The swaying never ceased. Even
during the cab ride, David's vessel was never still. His head swam,
and he clung to a crinkling gum wrapper for stability. All the while,
the world around him pitched and churned and tilted like a ship
caught in a hurricane. He felt drunk, but all he'd had was a drop of
soda released from his mistress' straw. He was completely sober.
However, his giant companions were not. Their slurred conversation
and raucous laughter were the wind gusts and thunder that completed
the cyclone.
A seal broke above David's head,
and porch light poured into his world. It bounced off the makeup
implements, old receipts, and other litter scattered around the
vessel. The black-tipped hand of Emily squeezed through the rift
overhead and hooked a mass of jingling metal. Then, it disappeared
back up to the land of giants. David heard the keys clanging
together, and there were several seconds of silence. His companions
giggled with each other, and then the keys were jingled again, and
again. More silence. Then, the click of a lock, and the groan of an
opening door. His world swayed once more.
By the count of their footsteps,
David knew when they'd entered Emily's bedroom. A jolt went through
the purse, and then his world was still for the first time since
they'd left the restaurant. While he let his head settle, he heard
the sounds of kissing and moaning floating down from beyond the
faux-leather walls of his transport.
“C'mon b'by... le's do it,”
Nick struggled to mumble. Then, the sound of a body falling into bed
shook the room.
Emily laughed. “You can't even
stand up!”
“Don't nee' to,” the man
replied with a chuckle.
“No... I have an idea.”
Emily's hand returned to her
purse, but not to deposit the keys. Instead, she placed her fingertip
near the tiny man for him to climb aboard. A second later, he was
standing in her palm, looking up at the wide smile spread across her
face.
“Did you have fun, David?”
Her alcohol-laden breath singed his nose.
The tiny man thought for a
moment. Despite the ride back in her purse, he had had fun. He
sat on the table and was given free choice from the two giants'
plates. He joined their conversations, and they paid enough attention
to hear him over the general din of the dining area. They all three
had listened, spoke, and laughed, as if David were no shorter than
either of them.
“I did!” he said. “I had a
blast.”
“I'm glad,” Emily replied,
and her features melted into the genuine, loving smile that made
David weak. Her hand descended like a cloud, and she let the tiny man
disembark onto her nightstand, between her purse and his house. She
slumped to her knees as gracefully as her drunkenness would allow,
and brought her face level with the surface of the furniture. David
noted her expression was now a-light with mischief. “I'm going to
give Nick a footjob,” the woman whispered. A girlish chuckle
escaped her. “Would you like to join in?”
Flashes of the last date night
tore into David's mind. Fear, humiliation, anger... cum. He
shuddered, but strange emotions wrestled in his gut. He remembered
the acceptance he'd felt while lying in bed, and the camaraderie in
the restaurant was still foremost in his mind. But still...
The conflict must've been
evident on his face. “I ask because, well... I know you like my
feet.” Her smile shifted toward apologetic.
Emily may as well have flicked
the little man across the room. All conflict disappeared from his
thoughts in an instant, and at the same time his cheeks burned a
brilliant red. “I... What.... You... No I don't!” he shouted.
“I see you looking at them all
the time!” she giggled.
Had she really? Was he so
obvious? “That's because I'm so small. I have to know where they
are for my own safety.”
“David... really?” her mouth
contorted into a wry grin. “I keep them nice for you. Or haven't
you noticed?”
His brain pulled up unbidden
memories of her soft soles propped up beside him, smelling clean from
a recent shower. Her pedicured and painted nails twitched overhead.
They rolled in delight at something on her laptop. She wasn't looking
at him; he was supposedly watching TV, but those soles were much,
much more interesting... The too-familiar tightening in his shorts
was evidence of that.
Then, her laughter snatched him
back to present reality. “You can't lie about that,” she
giggled again, her eyes aimed at the tent in his pants.
David sighed. He wanted to deny
it, but there was no point. “What did you have in mind?”
“Nothing rough. Nick's close
to passing out.” She allowed David a glance over to the full-sized
man struggling to read memes on his smartphone. “I'll handle
everything. Trust me.”
“... Ok.” His tent pole had
won out.
“Great!” Emily whispered the
squeal as much as she could. “Go ahead and take your clothes off,
and I'll see about Nick.” With that, she rose to her feet and
turned to the bed, clutching it for balance. “Let's get those
clothes off, Nick.”
“Oh, yeah!” the man cried
drunkenly, dropping his phone as he did. The bed quaked as he tore at
his fabric confines, but little progress was made. Emily did much of
the job for him, guiding him with a maternal voice as she removed his
shirt and trousers.
When Nick was finished, Emily
stood before the nightstand and peeled away her own clothing. David
couldn't tell if she was trying to give him a show or not; it was
nothing he hadn't seen before. In fact, he'd seen it pretty much
every day for five years. Still, he couldn't help but look every
time; maybe he was that obvious. He watched her scarlet dress
peel away from her body like a second skin. Her breasts hung over
him, bulging around her bra as she bent to release her lower curves
from the dress' grasp. The article fell around her ankles, and
stepping free of it, she unlatched her bra and let it land beside the
dress. Again she bent, this time stepping out of her panties while
her liberated tits swung freely. When she again stood, David was
face-to-face with her womanhood, but it was only for a moment before
she sat on the edge of the bed. She first crossed one leg, then the
other, rolling her nylons around her ankles. The little man could've
sworn she looked at him from the corner of her eye when her toes
wiggled free of the clingy material and the little bundles fell to
the floor.
For David's part, he removed his
shirt, pants, and other effects and tossed them in the direction of
his house. His fingers hooked the band of his boxers, but moved no
further. He'd seen Emily nude countless times; however, she
had never seen him without something covering his lower half.
Even during the last date, he'd been fully clothed for the whole
affair, which left him with a set of clothes that would never be the
same. He looked up to his owner to gauge her reaction. However, the
naughty grin she wore was talking to Nick. David saw that her hand
rested on the monster between the giant man's legs; a beast more than
thirty times his height and countless times the width of his own
organ. He pulled his boxers into a more secure position.
Emily's attention returned to
David a moment later. She looked down at him with an excited, but
expectant smile, her lips barely visible over the cusp of her chest.
Looking up at his owner, the little man felt smaller than ever.
Embarrassment and arousal wrestled each other in his gut as her gaze
bore into his very soul. He shivered, suddenly feeling cold without
his shirt and pants. Emily's expression drooped a bit; was he
disappointing her? Would she force him to strip? David didn't know
which was worse.
“Are you ready?” she finally
asked after a moment of awkward silence.
“Y-yeah,” David replied.
“Excellent!” Before any more
could be said, David found himself mashed between her fingers while
they soared through the air. He recognized the quakes and sounds of
Emily climbing onto the bed. Finally released from her grasp, a
rippled hill caught him after a slight drop. Though the sight was new
to him, his nose knew exactly where he was. The scent was worn and
faded from the night out, but David recognized the honey-mint
combination that was the result of Emily's soap and the lotion she
used on her feet every day. His boxers tightened, even more so when
his eyes caught up to his brain. The edge of a black-painted nail
peeked over the curve he was splayed on. To his right, four
likewise-painted toes stood in a neat row. His owner sat with one
knee bent upward so that it held her right breast while she smiled
down at him. Behind her was the wall and dresser that sat opposite
the bed.
“I can feel you!” she
giggled. David's view of her rose and fell as he clung to the ridges
of her toe. Its neighbors seemed to move back and forth, and inertia
forced the ever-stiffening front of his boxers into her skin.
“Naughty boy...” Emily whispered, giving him a wry smirk that
made her tipsy head loll.
Her knee lowered, releasing her
jiggling boob from its hold while extending her leg. David watched
his owner grow further and further away. His ride carried him along
two legs that sat below and on his right like a pair of parked
trains; one pale and smooth, the other darker and hairy. He assumed
the other half of the hairy set was somewhere to his left, but
Emily's toes blocked it from view. Based on her words and his
experience thus far, David had a good idea of where he was being
taken. Glancing back at his owner's face, he saw she was almost
bubbling with glee as he approached his destination.
A warmth at his back confirmed
his suspicions. Single hairs, longer than he was tall, poked him in
the back before bending and allowing his passage. An enormous mass of
flesh rested to his right, though he was aware its base lay somewhere
far over his head. The tiny man tried not to think about what it was,
but the fact became undeniable when he felt himself sinking into hot,
malleable, wrinkled skin that seemed to swallow him up. His only
point of contact with the outside world was the firm ridges of
Emily's toe-tip; he clung to her as a baby chimp to its mother. But,
a moment later, the toe moved and carried him back out. Her foot
shifted, and although David was still pressed into the giant scrotum,
he was pulled along with the toe to a different part of the genitals.
Nick's left testicle offered
more resistance against the little guy's body than the center of his
sack had. However, Emily was gentle enough that David felt no worse
off than if he was being pressed into a firm mattress. She rested him
there for a moment. Meanwhile, Nick's massive cock bulged and began
to rise. Like an ancient starship or the tentacle of some giant,
eldritch monster, it ascended from the valley between his legs, but
it wasn't alone. David saw a set of black-tipped toes clustered
around its tip, and a bright, perfect sole pushing it from below.
They rose so high that the organ disappeared from view completely,
and the only thing left visible to the little man was Emily's heel
hovering overhead.
Then the toe he was on started
moving again. Fortunately, David moved with it, pushed tightly
against the testicle as Emily massaged her lover. He let himself be
dragged along; he was already in this situation, so he may as well do
his best to enjoy it. Sure, he was pressed into a giant ballsack, but
it was his owner's beautiful toe doing the pressing. His
already-stiffened dick throbbed at the thought. Every motion of the
toe seemed doubled for him thanks to his boxers, and the rhythmic
pressure became something akin to a thrust for him. As his passion
rose, his self-control shrank, and David kissed the ridges in front
of him without any regard for the embarrassing display.
“You like that, baby?” Emily
asked. The tiny guy could just barely see her face beyond the ankle
of her opposite leg.
“Mmmh-hmmmh...” Nick moaned
a reply somewhere far away, but she wasn't looking at him. Her eyes
were glued to David.
Her heel fell until the toes on
that foot came to rest beside David, but Nick's cock remained
standing. Vibrations rushed through the scrotum as the toes drummed
against the other testis. Then the toe holding David lifted, just a
bit. Gravity pulled him beneath it until his feet stood on the fleshy
pad at the toe's base. The digit returned to its prior position,
leaving David encased in its strong embrace with the wrinkled skin at
his back. The entire foot rose, and he was carried along within the
pocket of flesh. While the texture behind him changed from a soft
sagginess to hot, bumpy iron, the little man hugged his owner's toe.
Every bump made his own iron rod grind against its ridges, and still
he worshiped the appendage with all the pent intensity of the passed
five years.
All the while, the ride never
ceased. Her foot carried him up and down, over and over. Every
throbbing vein shoved him closer to Emily's toe than he thought
possible. Every rise brought his head beneath the enormous bellend.
While his mistress caressed her lover's throbbing tip with the rest
of her toes, David was used to tickle its underside. The only time
his lips left her was when his head was shoved into the steaming
confines between glans and shaft. But, the little man was too
enraptured to care. The smell of her foot, the friction in his pants,
his passions finally freed... though the thought never crossed his
conscious mind, he was glad to have accepted her offer.
He didn't even notice the moment
he went airborne. At the cusp of an upward stroke, his mistress had
pulled away from his embrace. The tiny man flew into the air,
ascending high enough that the precum-laden slit of Nick's cock
appeared like an oozing spring below him. A glance at the height of
his arch showed the giant woman as a distant mountain looming over
the landscape of the couple's legs. Her eyes followed him with
predatory intensity, and her lips were curled into a hungry, devilish
smile that both scared and aroused. Even so, the earlier drinks were
taking their toll; her head shifted from shoulder to shoulder, and
her starving gaze was dulled somewhat by drunken glassiness.
Then, he was falling. A crash on
the spongy surface of the cock head slowed his descent, but momentum
rolled him down its slope and over its edge. The rock-hard column
grew above him as he fell, higher and higher, until a field of hairs
caught him in a wiry cradle. He slipped from their grasp and fell
onto Nick's skin, and then waded through the coarse strands in a
direction further up the man's body. Scared and shaken, but still
sporting a full erection, he had no plan or purpose except to escape
the pubic scrubland.
He saw the giant man's face in
the distance. Propped against a pillow, Nick seemed nearly asleep. A
trail of drool leaked from the side of his mouth, and his eyes rarely
cracked themselves to see how his girlfriend was servicing him. A
dumb smile was stretched across his features, and the only indicator
of his consciousness were breathy moans that vibrated his chest when
Emily performed a particularly pleasing technique. The man's body
shook with the motions of the footjob, but David was adept at
standing on giant-shaken surfaces. The shrunken guy soon found
himself on the solid, sturdy tile that was one of Nick's abs. He took
this as a sign he had traveled far enough for the moment, and turned
around.
Emily's feet stroked her lover
better than any pair of hands could. Her arches traveled up and down
his length, while her toes gripped his tip and wrapped around his
girth. One foot ascended so that its sole could massage the pulsating
bellend, the other wrapped around the shaft for support, holding the
dick with its top side. At once, David was struck by the perfection
of the sole displayed over him like a billboard. Those delicate
black-tipped toes curling with delight, the creamy waves of her
instep flexing to hold the giant pillar behind it, the scrubbed,
soft-yet-firm egg that was her heel... and the sheer size of the
whole thing- even when compared to Nick's beast- looming over the
landscape while its twin worked to please her lover: David's lust
surpassed even that day on the coffee table. Before he knew what was
happening, his hand was already in his boxers. Fingers wrapped around
his cock, and he tugged to the extent his shorts would allow. Once,
twice, three times... a frustrated growl leapt up his throat. The
underwear restricted him too much; therefore, they had to go.
He kicked away his final piece
of clothing and now, free of restrictions and inhibitions, he stroked
as though he were invisible to the world. His eyes drank from the
scene occurring before him, taking in every minute motion of Emily's
feet like they were drops of water that would save him from death by
dehydration. He felt every tug, every twitch, every touch as though
it were happening to his own cock. He stooped with ecstasy, but still
his eyes followed the motions of his owner's feet until a chance
parting brought Emily's eyes to him. Though his penis cried for
attention, David's hand stopped suddenly at his owner's sight.
Embarrassment had finally won a small victory.
“Oh, theeere you are!” she
purred, too low for Nick to hear in his drunken state. “This thing
is so big I lost you after you fell.” With that, her toes clutched
the tip of the giant cock, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from both
men. “So, what do you think? Glad you joined iiin?” she giggled,
breathless, and David caught a hint of her arm flexing in front of
her crotch. Even so, her feet were still moving, and David's
embarrassment was losing its hold on the him. But then, a shudder
arose from the ground below him. Emily giggled again. “I think big
boy is aaalmost finished. Better take cover!” Both of her feet
stroked hard and fast, her arches formed into a makeshift vagina that
pounded the giant man's cock with all the force of her riding
cowgirl. A moment later, Nick moaned.
The geyser erupted. Gallons of
viscous cream shot even higher than David had when Emily released
him. The white globs fell like meteors, exploding onto everything
below with a spray that itself was like shrapnel flying in every
direction. Emily's feet were drenched instantly. Pale syrup flowed
down them in rivulets that seeped between her toes and filled every
wrinkle on her sole. But still the cum came, filling the air, running
down Nick's cock like a volcanic lava flow, and pooling within the
field of his pubes. At this, Emily let loose a squeal of delight.
“There we go!” she cried.
David, however, was less
thrilled. He dove to the ground while globs of cum slammed into the
ground around him like mortar rounds shelling his position. He felt
the splatter from danger-close artillery hit his nude body, heard the
bursting of globs further away, adding to rabidly-forming marsh on
Nick's stomach. More, and more, and still more cum exploded around
him. Then, it was over, and a moment of silence filled the bedroom.
David stood and chanced a look around- just in time to see Emily's
toes release the cum-covered, rapidly deflating cock.
It was a tower falling upon the
earth. Striking the ground that was Nick's abdomen, the column of
meat shook the world with a slap-thud that tossed David on his back.
Displaced semen sprayed the tiny man in creamy drops. Sitting up, he
saw that he was face-face with the enormous tip. Even now, goo leaked
from the throbbing slit large enough to swallow the tiny man whole.
“So how was it, Nick? Enjoy
yourself?” Emily asked from far away, laughing a bit at her own
joke. The bed quaked as the giant woman changed her position to look
upon her works. However, the only response from the man was a moan,
and then a snore. The woman smiled to herself as she rolled her eyes.
“At least someone here- holy shit! That's a looot of cum! David?
Where are you?” Her glassy eyes flew down upon the scene, her face
hovering above the swampy landscape as she surveyed the puddles for
her pet.
The tiny man was on his back,
hands clasped over his own genitals while the enormous cock of Nick
lay in front of him like a monstrous, sleeping worm. Something about
the scene was humorous to the giant woman above him. She could barely
contain her laughter as she whispered, “I'm sorry, I didn't know...
I didn't realize... I've never seen Nick cum sooo much!” She caught
her breath from a stifled giggle. Then, she noticed David's returning
modesty. “Don't think I didn't see you enjoying it as weeell! I
could actually feeeel that little thing poking my toe! Come on, you
don't have to be shy. I'm always naked around you. It's been five
years- time for yooou to return the favor!”
Conflict churned within him, but
the whirlwind of emotions was topped by the massive, looming face of
his owner. Against his better judgment, David let his hands meekly
fall away from his crotch. Still aching for release, his cock
twitched and pulsed as it pointed up at the woman.
“Awwww! It's sooo cute! Look
how haaard it is!” she breathed a squeal and then giggled, as if
she was looking at a newborn kitten. Then, her eyes narrowed, and her
face dropped even closer until David could feel the heat of her
breath and smell the lingering alcohol. “It looks pretty dry... and
still throbbing.” A change came over her face then. She was as
happy as before, but her smile transformed into something smug,
predatory, and almost sinister. Even the grin she wore when she'd let
him fly was more playful than this. Perhaps it was the drunkenness,
or maybe purely the proximity, but something in that smile made David
gulp down a nervous knot.
Still, Emily continued; “You
muuust be absolutely sooore for a release,” she breathed, her voice
low, sweet, and seductive. “I can handle that.” Without another
word, her face rocketed back from whence it had descended. She spun
again so that her feet replaced it, the pair of extremities hovering
overhead like clouds, cum still dripping off them like rain. The
woman's head reappeared behind the feet. “Stroke.” Her voice
carried all the weight of a goddess. David obeyed. “One,” she
called down.
He remembered being near her
feet on the table, and all the times before that.
“Two... threee...,” Emily
continued, watching the little man intently.
Her toes wiggled overhead, and
globs of Nick's cum dripped from them and onto the world below. Still
David stroked, entranced by the wiggling digits and unfazed by the
exploding drops.
“Foouur... five...”
He remembered the friction from
being on her toe, and the loss of inhibition as he'd kissed it for
the first time.
“Six... Seveeen...”
He remembered how he'd given her
everything. He'd worshiped her toe as he would worship her. She was
his world. She was everything.
“Eiiiight... Niiiine...”
Was she slowing down? Or was she
slurring her words? It didn't matter. David's mind was filled with
the memory of her working over Nick's cock, stroking it, petting it,
toying with it. He felt the sympathetic sensations now just as he'd
felt them then, as though it was his dick she was manipulating. How
he wished it was his...
He was so close to release,
closer now that he'd been at the height of his prior ecstasy. All he
needed was her permission. Any second now... any second...
“Teeeeen.”
He exploded with an orgasm that
doubled him over. His cum burst from him in the largest shot he'd
ever had, dousing his dick, his hand, and the patch of skin he stood
over. However, it only added a microscopic amount to the monstrous
pools around him.
“Good jooob, David!” Emily
cried over him. She laughed. And laughed. “'m proud of yoouu!”
Then her feet dropped.
Still recovering from his
orgasm, David had no chance of escape. The same toe he'd ridden
around Nick's cock crashed on top of him, dousing him with the sticky
fluids it had created from its work. He heard Emily giggle, and the
toe lifted a bit before falling back onto him. It pressed him into
Nick's skin, as though giving him a hug, and then it fell still. The
bed quaked once more. A few minutes later, he heard Emily's snoring
join the giant man's.
Whether it took minutes or
hours, David couldn't say. He only remembered that he'd managed to
eventually find the strength to wrench himself from imprisonment
beneath Emily's foot and make his way across Nick's body. His owner
was slumped over the foot board of the bed, sleeping off the drinks
that had finally caught up to her. Luckily, Nick's head was
positioned close to the bed table that David's house was on. Climbing
up and over the living landscape, the little man made it home in time
to wash away the fluids that covered him before they could harden.
When he finally crawled into his own bed, David refused to think much
about the events of the night. Emily had given him an orgasm; for now
at least, that was enough to consider it a success.