Summary: The world after the second pandemic MISDV-001 (Male
Impacting Size Diminishing Virus 001), is a world where people are either unaffected by the vaccine, can't afford it, or are inflicted with bottled versions of the virus and subjected to the whims of those around them.
After the discovery of a vaccine and cure, the realisation that humanity was not about to go extinct relieved the minds of many. However, this same discovery has led to those unfortunate enough to be 'shrinkys' to be viewed with nothing more than disgust or disregard.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Tags include elements from future chapters as well as present
Categories: Giantess,
Adventure,
Breasts,
Butt,
Crush,
Feet,
Footwear,
Gentle,
Insertion,
New World Order,
Scat,
Violent,
Vore Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.)
Size Roles: F/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences, This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 25
Completed: No
Word count: 110908
Read: 117510
Published: May 08 2023
Updated: March 17 2024
1. Chapter 1 - Heading Home by Mamamoo
2. Chapter 2 - The Ferry Ride by Mamamoo
3. Chapter 3 - Taking a 'Load' off by Mamamoo
4. Chapter 4 - Her First by Mamamoo
5. Chapter 5 - The Aftermath by Mamamoo
6. Chapter 6 - Perishables, Part I by Mamamoo
7. Chapter 7 – Perishables, Part II by Mamamoo
8. Chapter 8 – Perishables, Part III by Mamamoo
9. Chapter 9 - The Drop off by Mamamoo
10. Chapter 10 - The Day Out by Mamamoo
11. Chapter 11 - The Night in by Mamamoo
12. Chapter 12 - Meanwhile in Perth by Mamamoo
13. Chapter 13 – Back in Sydney, and off to Work by Mamamoo
14. Chapter 14 – End of Work, and Back home by Mamamoo
15. Chapter 15 – Another Day at Work by Mamamoo
16. Chapter 16 – Their Saviour by Mamamoo
17. Chapter 17 – A Day Off by Mamamoo
18. Chapter 18 – Into the Fire by Mamamoo
19. Chapter 18 V1 – Fan choice 1 & 2 by Mamamoo
20. Chapter 18 V2 – Fan choice 3 by Mamamoo
21. Chapter 18 V3 – Fan choice 4 by Mamamoo
22. Chapter 19 – Leah Heads Home by Mamamoo
23. Chapter 20 – At Her Mercy by Mamamoo
24. Chapter 21 – Send Help by Mamamoo
25. Chapter 22 – Safety and Realisation by Mamamoo
Chapter 1 - Heading Home by Mamamoo
Current
setting –
Everyone thought COVID was bad, they had no idea. The second pandemic to hit
the Earth, MISDV-001 (Male Impacting Size Diminishing Virus 001) was something
completely different. No scientists had yet uncovered what caused the incredible
side effects to occur, or why they only occurred in men, but what started as
simple cold / flu symptoms, soon followed on with the victim shrinking. There
was no rhyme or reason that could be determined, but once someone started
shrinking they would continue to do so until they stopped somewhere between 1
and 6 inches in height.
The only
(relatively) positive side was that these victims developed extraordinary
physical resilience to the point where many previously fatal falls, drops, and
impacts would be unlikely to kill the person outright. This did not mean they
were immune to damage, but it took relatively more force to cause injury.
Initially
these men were protected and still viewed as people. With the prospect of
having to live in a world where all men would keep shrinking, a plan had to be
implemented to make the world a safer place to prevent extinction of the human
race. To this end , workplaces, homes, transport were all aimed to be able to
accommodate normal people and those who contracted the shrinking virus.
However this
progress came grinding to a halt when a bio-pharmaceutical company in the USA made
three incredible breakthroughs:
1) A vaccine with a 95% efficacy rating;
2) A cure for those victims who had
diminished in size.
3) A way to culture and effectively
‘bottle’ the virus so that it could be orally administered to another person
The
downsides to these discoveries were that the vaccine was expensive, the cure
was exorbitant to the point not many could afford it, and the bottled virus meant
anyone could shrunk either willingly or against their will.
The development
of the bottled virus and the associated cure led to all sorts of shenanigans
across the globe, as anyone with enough money could really do whatever they
wanted. This ranged from roleplaying, to humiliating an enemy, to allowing almost
unsolvable murder cases.
The sudden
prospect at not all men shrinking, and only a small minority being victimised,
made these mass retrofits and changes to everyday life seem unnecessary. Slowly
over the next few years, these ‘shrinkies’ slowly lost attention and care from
the wider community, and eventually became viewed as sub-human by many people.
An
international law was introduced that ‘in theory’ gave these sub-humans the
same rights as normal people, but it was all just lip service. By this point,
too many people had given up on being careful with the shrinkies, and no law
enforcement agencies bothered to get involved. Walking around an office without
watching where every footfall was placed led to thousands of deaths per year.
Many shrinkies were thrown out of their homes by girlfriends and wives that
just wanted someone normal size in their life.
Eventually,
many people viewed shrinkies as pests and treated them as such – either
avoiding them through disgust, or going out of their way to end their
existence.
Chapter 1
Present
day
It was a
sunny March evening in Sydney, Australia. Sunny, but not too hot. That nice
gentle heat from the sun but with a cool breeze that makes a long walk through
the city streets feel like a pleasant stroll.
You were
walking to the Ferry terminal to head home following a long day (actually a
long week) at work in the city, at a job that underpaid and underappreciated
you. You couldn’t wait to get home, crack open a beer and watch some T.V.
having started work at 7am, getting out at 7pm was not an uncommon occurrence,
but it was starting to get on your nerves.
As you
approached the terminal you saw your ferry just pulling in. Not wanting to wait
another 20 minutes for the next one, you broke into a jog whilst pulling out
your tap-on/off card from your pocket. Tapping the card on the reader as you
head onto the wharf, you have to side-step the crowd of people that have
disembarked the ferry, all walking up the narrow jetty. Fortunately the worker
handing the load-on ramp notice your plight and hold wave at you, indicating
that they will wait.
Once on the
ferry you finally catch your breath and turn to the crew member “phew, thanks mate,
really did not want to wait for the next one”
“No
problem” he replies.
You turn
and walk to the rear of the ferry, hoping to get some more of that sweet cool
breeze and get a good look at the city you call home. Surprisingly, the rear of
the ferry is pretty empty, with only a group of three young women, in the left
corner closest to doorway leading to the inside seating compartment of the boat.
They were all giggling and had clearly had a couple of drinks in the city
before heading home. You decide to have some space and sit on the back row
right in the middle, spreading out and deeply breathing in the sea air.
Thinking it would be nice to put on some music, you reach for your over-ear
headphones that are in your bag. They were a gift from your girlfriend and you
loved them. The sound was crisp and the quality was perfect. They even had an
ambient sound setting, so you could keep your headphones on, pause your music
and still have a conversation with someone without having to take them off. As
you put them on you notice one of the women at the front glance sideways at
you, and note that they have all gone silent and trying to stifle a giggle.
You don’t
think anything of it, you’re a guy in good shape and work out at least 3 times
a week, they are probably just eyeing you up after all. Regardless you find
yourself curious, so you put your headphones onto the ambient sound mode, put
your sunglasses on, and lean back into your seat giving the appearance of
someone not paying any attention to their surroundings. The group of women
giggle and turn back to the front of the boat. You crack your eye open and tilt
your head down. Now you can study them subtly without them knowing. You realise
that they are actually a very attractive group. Due to the slats in the seats,
you can move your head slowly around and get a good look at them.
The one on
closest to you on the left is a petit blonde with long, flowing hair, wearing a
denim jacket over her tight white shirt and black pencil skirt, finished off
with beige open-toe heels with light blue polish on her nails. Her sharp face
and small but perky breasts instantly grab your attention as you think she is
pretty cute. In the middle is a slightly larger bosomed brunette who also looks
more muscular, wearing a tight fitting sweater covering her huge boobs, blue
jeans, and a pair of white Nike trainers. Furthest from you is a what you can
only describe as a well toned yoga babe. She has long dark hair tied in a
pony-tail on top of an intense yet friendly looking face with deep brown eyes,
a tight black crop top visible under a mesh style shirt, exposing her toned
abs, and tight shiny faux leather leggings and black flats on her feet. Her complexion
is a little darker than the other two, suggesting some Mediterranean origins.
The women
have all stopped glancing at you and gone back to what they were doing. It
looked like they were looking at something on the floor, but you weren’t sure
what…
From
the women’s perspective a few minutes earlier
“Oh my god
Clare, I think you really hurt him!” said Hannah, the petit blonde on the left
Clare the
dark haired one on the right giggled “oh come on I barely touched him, look
he’s fine!”
“No Clare,
I think Hannah is right, he actually looks to be in pain, look…” said the
brunette sitting in the centre as she prodded the three inch tall naked man
with the front of her white shoe.
“Please
stop!” yelled Greg, wincing from being hit by a car sized shoe “there’s no need
for this. It was an accident I swear! I was just heading towards the place I
live inside the cabin”
“Hmmmm”
pondered Clare “curious that you decide to take the route that goes right under
our seats rather than going another way. You wanted to get a look up Hannah’s
skirt did you, you little perv?”
Hannah
giggled “aww, that would be a compliment if it wasn’t so creepy”
Greg didn’t
know what to say, and could muse on how he had ended up in such a precarious
position.
He had
simply been walking from the rear of the boat where condensation formed on the
metal bars, it was the only source of (relatively) clean water he had access
to, before heading back to his hiding hole inside the boat cabin. Midway
through his return journey, the three ladies came and sat right infront of
where he was cowering by the leg of a bench. ‘they aren’t paying attention, ill
have to run for it before more people arrive’ thought Greg. With that he ran
towards the front of the boat, sticking as close to the side wall as he could,
when a black purse slammed down infront of him. Unable to stop himself he tried
to run around the bag, but tripped on the strap, and tumbled to the ground
right infront of the group. Before he could get his bearings, he heard a
thunderous noise from above, prompting him to roll onto his back and look up to
the three giantesses above him
“Oh my god,
Ellen look!” shrieked Hannah, pointing downwards at Greg
“Huh?”
questioned Ellen in the middle, looking down “oh! What are you doing little guy?
You lost or something?”
“Lost my
arse, lying on his back staring up at us, dirty little bug probably just trying
to get a good eye full” Clare growled as she pushed the tip of her black flat
into the leg closest to her, feeling resistance as she pressed harder until the
little man squeaked, before removing her foot and placing it back down on the
floor.
“Fuck,
could this week be any worse” grumbled Greg as he grabbed his almost crushed
leg in pain.
“Guys,
someone is coming!” exclaimed Clare “quick hide him, just encase this guy is a
shrinky protector, or whatever those softies call themselves”
Ellen
quickly lifted her trainer and placed it over Greg, who barely had time to
exclaim before the sole came down, trapping him against the cold, hard floor. Ellen
enjoyed feeling him under there and slowly rolled her foot side to side,
forward and backwards, feeling his body creak and groan under her.
As Greg
felt the weight shifting across his body, his last few months flashed through
his eyes as he waited to be for inevitable
death.
Last
night
Having been
thrown out of home by his wife a few months back after he contracted the
shrinking disease, Greg had teamed up with some other shrinkies he found on the
street. Eventually they decided to play it safe and find somewhere that was
warm, secure, and would have frequent food drops nearby. Someone suggested a
ferry and they all saw the sense in it. They were in use in the day, locked up
at night, and there would be people constantly using them, dropping
life-sustaining food. Of the 6 that left, only 5 made it to the ferry. The
first loss was a complete accident – having to get onto the ferry in
night-time, they were sneaking from bench to bench at the wharf when a seagull
snatched one of them. After that they travelled in a tight formation and made
it to a ferry moored at the wharf. They clambered over the mooring line, onto
the boat, and under the door into the cabin. From here they found a section of
wall that was hollow and worked to make a hidden entrance.
They lived
here for months. There was an extremely limited window to get out and find food
once the day was over and the cleaners removed anything they would be able to
eat, so they resorted to daytime excursions, using the fixed benches and seats
to carefully scavenge what they could. One by one they got crushed they were
killed, mostly by accident. A sudden move or step of someone in an unexpected
direction unknowingly ending a life, with the exception of one day when Greg
and Lenny were scavenging. Rushing around underneath seats on a crowded day,
Lenny stopped between two black high heels and looked up a blue skirt, ogling
at all he could see. The woman to whom the panties belonged happened to look
down and see Lenny, and with a scowl quickly slipped her foot out of her right
heel and slammed Lenny into the ground with the ball of her foot, causing Greg
to slide to a stop just beneath her chair. Greg could only see the flailing legs
of his compatriot and the arch of her foot rising high above his head. After
pondering if there was anything he could do to help, the foot started to grind
slowly but firmly left and right, eliciting muffled cries from the man trapped
there. After a minute, the foot began lifting with Lenny’s chest trapped
between the big and second toe, with his head now free Lenny started screaming
in horror. Giggling, the giantess squeezed her toes tightly until the shrinky
went red in the face and coughed up a bit of blood before lowering her foot
back into the heel. Once slipping it on, she stood up and walked to the exit
ramp of the ferry, satisfied with her commute on public transport.
By this
point only two remained, Greg, and Frank who was only two inches in height.
Until last night anyway.
Greg was
lying in their hideaway when frank said he needed to go to the toilet, and
lifted the small ‘door’ that they used to get in and out of their hollow wall
home. After a few seconds Greg heard a shrill scream “Help, Greg! I’m stuck!”.
Greg jumped up and was about to rush out the hatch when he heard footsteps ‘no,
no, no’ he thought, and peaked out
slowly. By this point his last friend had stopped screaming, and simply watched
in horror as the cleaner came around the corner ‘but they never clean this late’
he thought to himself ‘and why isn’t he running!’. With shock Greg realised
that Frank was stuck on a strip of sticky paper, the same kind used to catch flies
“the poor guy didn’t even notice it” muttered Greg. As Frank looked at him with
pleading eyes, Greg realised he couldn’t risk being seen, so he slowly
retreated as the young Asian looking cleaner approached, closing the hatch
behind him hearing Frank curing him for not helping. Weirdly rather than
sadness, he thought ‘damn’ he thought ‘she was cute!’
Frank’s
anguished yelling turned into sobbing cries as he heard the cleaner exclaim “I
knew it! Didn’t you think it was convenient that I missed a whole biscuit on
the floor last night, right? I came back in the morning to check and guess
what… it was gone. This is amazing!” she exclaimed “well, it is for me anyway.
There’s a new bonus scheme for every shrinky we find, so youuuuu” she pointed
at the immobilised and naked Frank “get me a sweet hundred bucks!”
“Please,
I’m sorry, I’ll leave the boat and go elsewhere, you don’t have to hand me over
to anyone”
“Hand you
over? No, its just based on evidence of finding a shrinky and disposing of
them” and with that Greg heard that electronic ‘click’ sound smartphones make
when you take a picture.
“Now comes
the disposal!” she sang, slipping her white adidas socked foot out of her left
boot “I hope you don’t mind, you just feel sooo much better this way”
“Wait,
wait, please I’ll… hmphh” Frank was grabbed by the giantess and squeezed hard
until he couldn’t breathe. With her other hand she held the paper down and
yanked him off of it, pulling the skin from the bottom of his feet “mmpphhhh!”
he yelped
“Oh please,
that’s nothing compared to what you’re about to feel” she winked at Frank
before bending forward and dropping him from about a foot off the ground (which
to him felt like a two storey drop)
“Thanks for
the bonus, bug” giggled the girl as she stood upright, lifting her sock clad
foot over Frank.
Lowering
her foot until he was buried under her sock, with his head between her big and
second toes, and his chest below the ball of her left foot, she taunted “come
on little bug, at least try to get away or something, its no fun if you don’t
struggle” as she increased the pressure, then releasing before increasing again.
Frank tried to scramble out from under the crushing weight, but ultimately was
trapped. After a few ‘pumps’ of her foot, she decided to spice things up a bit.
“Ok bug, I do feel a bit bad about the paper and all, so I’ll give you to the
count of 100 to run, starting…. now!” as she lifted her foot.
Frank was
in panic mode and had no room for rational thought after being steamrolled by
this girl’s foot, so he took off in a straight line from her towards the exit
door.
“One… two…
skip a few, ninety-nine, one hundred!” exclaimed the girl.
‘No, that’s
not fair’ thought Frank having only made it about half a meter from the girl.
Turning around, he got his first good look at her. Average height, with sharp
facial features, deep dark eyes and black hair tied in a bun, “fuck you” said
Frank
Genuinely
taken aback she scoffed “excuse me?”
“You heard
me, that was cheating! I could have made it away and you know it”
“Errrr, no.
I caught you already so you already lost dude, just take it like a man, alright?”
“How can
you live with yourself?”
“Easy, like
this” she said as she swung he foot forward catching Frank in the chest and
sending him flying across the cabin.
Lying in
agony, Frank could only whimper as the girl skipped towards him, sending huge tremors
through the ground. As she reached him she taunted “aww what happened to your
big mouth?”
All Frank
could do was look up and the cheerful face above him as she thought out loud
“well, I was going to end you quickly, but that display of rudeness deserves
punishment”. With that she used her socked foot to roll Frank onto his back
with his arms and legs spread “are your limbs broken? Let me check”. She first
placed her big toe on his left forearm and pushed down hard, smashing the limb
into gore and broken bone “yep that one’s definitely gone” she giggled as Frank
screamed unintelligibly.
“Ok next!”
she smiled as she repeated the process on his left leg, then right leg, and
finally his right arm. By this point Frank was in shock and just lay there staring
blankly up at her.
“Wow I
don’t think one of you has ever stayed awake through that, well done! But let’s
see you survive this…” and with that she raised her heel above Frank and
smashed it down as hard as she could, destroying everything that was left
intact and squirting blood in a small area around her foot.
Smiling,
the girl went back to where she had dropped her boot and slipped her foot back inside,
picking up the paper and her cleaning kit. Giving the blood stains a quick wipe
she sighed contently and left, happy she had made a bonus that night.
Greg just
sat in silence, knowing he was the last, and how long could he survive alone?
Chapter 2 - The Ferry Ride by Mamamoo
Chapter 2
Back
to present
Hannah kept
glancing over at the guy that had sat himself at the back of the boat
“Oh my god
Hannah, try to at least be subtle” said Clare struggling not to laugh.
“Ok he’s
put on some music, I think. Looks like he is going to just vague out – we’re
good!” said Hannah
Ellen
lifted her shoe off the pathetic bug, who looked shocked to still be alive, albeit
a tad bruised.
“Ok little
one” said Hannah “what makes you think you get to perv on people and get away
with it? Were you wanking or something?”
“As I said
before” calmly started Greg, lying on his back “I was just trying to get past
you to my home. I swear on my life that I wasn’t trying to perv, and I promise
I was not doing anything like that!”
“Hmm, where
are your clothes?”
“I don’t
have any, all I have is tissues to cover myself with when someone drops one,
but my last one is in my home, its my blanket”
“Blanket!
That’s hilarious” laughed Clare “well, what do you think Ellen?”
“I think he
needs to prove how sorry he is”
“How?”
Ellen
looked down at the naked man “You see Hannah’s toes? Go kiss them. If she
forgives you then you can walk”
Greg looked
over at the blue painted digits, which wriggled expectantly “Don’t worry little
guy, I had a shower at the office before we got some drinks, so I’m clean” she
said with a surprisingly warm smile
Greg saw no
other option so he hopped over and stood infront of the massive toes, the smallest
one the size of his head. Suddenly unsure of his decision, he thought maybe he
could talk his way out of this, but before he could even turn…
“Come on we don’t have all day” huffed Ellen impatiently as she used the tip of
her shoe to push Greg into Hannah’s toes.
“Careful!”
exclaimed Clare “I want some attention too. Try not to crush him just yet”
Greg
panicked at this ‘what did they mean “just yet”!? are they going to let me go?’
and started kissing Hannah’s toes as if his life depended on it. Which it might
just do, he thought.
“Ohhhh not bad,
but surface affection is meaningless, get stuck in there” she said as she
splayed her toes apart.
Greg didn’t
care how degrading it was at this point, he reached in between the fifth and fourth
toes and kissed all the way along the sides until he reached the base of the
toes, and continued along. When he was done kissing down between the big and
second toes he paused. Feeling this, Hannah
scrunched her face “hey who said you could stop” she growled as she squeezed
her toes together, trapping his head.
Greg’s body
started thrashing as he tried to escape, pushing against the toes with his
hands. The squeezing intensified, cutting off his ability to breathe, and
making his movements all the more frantic. Eventually the tickling sensation became
too much and Hannah released the tiny head, which flopped down lying limp on
the tip of her shoe.
“Aww I
think I tired him out! Looks like he needs a rest” she pouted, struggling not
to laugh. The ‘rest’ lasted about 5 seconds before Hannah couldn’t hold it in
any longer and burst out laughing “oh my god! I can’t believe he actually stuck
his head between my toes!” and pushed her foot upwards sharply, catching Greg
in the chin and sending him tumbling back onto the floor. Conscious again but seeing
stars, Greg was horrified as the shadows of Ellen’s two car sized shoes rose
over him before coming down slowly.
“Spread
your legs and arms out in a star shape NOW!” Ellen ordered the tiny man.
Still delirious
from lack of oxygen, Greg complied only to find the woman lower her shoes onto
his arms and legs on each side. His left arm and leg under her right shoe, and
his right arm and leg trapped below her left.
Grinning
like a Cheshire cat, Ellen leant forwards, her boobs pushing threateningly
towards Greg as she slowly increased pressure him as her body weight moved
forwards. Greg felt the pressure like a vice, he could hear small strains and
groans coming from his tortured limbs. As the pressure became unbearable, it
receded slightly – he was still trapped but didn’t think he was about to be smooshed
under some girl’s white shoes.
“Arrrghhh…
please, please stop this. I just wanted to get some water, that’s all!”
“Aww,
you’re just thirsty?” Ellen looked suddenly sympathetic towards the small man.
“Yes, that
was all, I swear”
“Well, let
me help with that” Ellen grinned as she started sucking saliva into her mouth,
before letting it drip slowly out through her luscious lips. Moving her head
left and right, trying to aim for the bug she had pinned down.
“No! Please
don…” SPLAT – Greg’s face and chest were smashed by the glob of saliva. The
viscous fluid slowly spread over his body. As soon as it made contact it
started burning his eyes and skin, after trying to free his arms and legs, he realised
he was completely immobilised. Trying to hold his breath as long as he could,
knowing in this position inhaling would drown him he prayed that the girl would
let him up, straining gently in protest.
At this
point Hannah was looking shocked at the sight of the tiny man drowning in the
small glob of spit, whilst Clare was losing herself laughing to the point of
tears.
After what
felt like eternity, when his lungs were screaming, Ellen released the pressure
holding him down and moved her shoes away from him.
Back
to you
It was hard
to get a good view of what was happening, why were they so focused on the
floor? With dread, the realisation hit you ‘no, they can’t be doing something
to a shrinky can they?’ You had a bit of a giantess fetish, but all the porn
you watched still used special effects. You had heard of channels where people
used real shrinkies they bought or caught as the subjects of horrific torture,
allowing the host’s fans to vote and bid on ways they would kill the little
people. You still didn’t think that was right as they were surely still human
beings.
‘Should I
do something?’ you thought to yourself. ‘No better not, I’ve been here looking
like I’m not paying attention, it would look creepy. Besides, it’s not like the
police will turn up if I call, but if I try to help they might call them on me!’
You decided
to put your music on and stop looking. Unable to help, you at least wanted to
be oblivious to the plight of the poor thing.
Back
to the girls
Sitting
bolt upright, Greg rapidly started wiping the spit from his face, trying not to
get any in his mouth.
As he sat up,
the spit rolled down his front, over his stomach and onto his crotch. For a
brief moment the warm sensation made him forget where he was as the sensation
of a beautiful woman’s saliva on his penis, caused him to stiffen. At the
reactions from the women above, he froze in shame
Hannah
noticed this first “Ewwwww! Oh my god he likes that!”
Clare’s
laughter at the shrinky’s plight turned to disgust, whilst Ellen smirked
“That is
just nasty, pathetic bug” judged Clare.
“Oh shit
guys our stop is the one after this!” noticed Hannah “let’s finish up here if
you know what I mean, and get ready to go”
“What about
this freak?” asked Ellen
“My turn
guys” stated Clare “I vote we take him with us”
“No wait,
you said if I did what you asked you would let me go” begged Greg
“No” stated
Clare “Ellen said you could walk. That’s kind of what I am going to allow”
“I don’t understand,
you said… you…” Greg’s hope at being freed wase evaporating infront of his eyes
“Well it’s
simple” cooed Clare as she slipped her right foot from its flat, exposing her
large bare foot with nails painted shiny black.
“No,
please, no. I’ll do anything!”
“I want you
to come for a walk with me” seductively whispered Clare as she reached her foot
forwards.
Greg tried
to crawl away backwards but bumped into something hard, looking around he saw
Ellen’s now repositioned shoe blocking his escape. Looking up he saw Ellen’s
smirking face, with Hannah leaning forwards, smiling down at him “well if it
makes you feel any better, I would have let you go!” she said cheerfully
The view of
Hannah and Ellen’s faces was blocked as the Clare’s foot positioned over him,
all he could do was watch as the wriggling peds approached him. Once they made
contact, she pushed him down hard into the floor, using her toes and the ball
of her foot to dragg him across the ground until he was right infront of her.
Using her big toe she prodded his still stiff and saliva covered crotch hard,
causing him to flinch. “hmm, you like that, don’t ya’?”
Greg
couldn’t deny that the touch of a woman, no matter where it came from was
something he longed for. Involuntarily, he pushed his crotch up a bit.
Hannah and
Ellen gasped and started chuckling “oh my god” whispered Ellen “that is
disgusting”
“Wow little
guy” purred Clare “looks like it’s been a while for you, huh? Well, allow me”
With that
she started rubbing the toe back and forth slowly, increasing the pressure and
speed as she went “don’t worry girls, this won’t take long, I know what I’m
doing”. Alternating between rubbing his shaft with her big toe, squeezing it
between her peds, and rubbing the ball of her foot gently into his crotch, she gave
Greg an overwhelming experience.
Greg fully
believed her statement as he lay back down and fell into bliss at the feeling.
The rough yet soft toes that were rubbing and grasping at him was unlike anything
he had ever felt, and Clare was careful to apply the exact amount of pressure
needed to elicit the desired reaction, without crushing his manhood.
Within a couple
of minutes he was ready, and shuddered uncontrollably as he climaxed, reaching
his arms forward and grasping the big toe that was humping his manhood. Finally
laying back panting he saw an evil smirk flash across Clare’s face. The view of
her deep brown eyes and warm smile was obstructed by her toes as they slid up
his body, and crashing down hard onto his chest and head. Greg, shocked by this
sudden aggression tried to wriggle away, but felt her toes lift and turn,
manoeuvring him until he was sideways beneath her foot, when without warning the
powerful digits gripped him and lifted him off the floor.
Screaming
in fear, Greg was lifted up above the floor, with his face buried in the
crevice of her toes. The screams of fear soon replaced with attempted screams
of agony as the toes began to squeeze. Within moments, Greg could no longer
even produce a sound as the air was squeezed out of him., leaving his lungs
feeling collapsed. As he was about to lose consciousness, he felt a sudden
feeling of freedom. No wait, he was falling through the air ‘what’s happen…’ –
BAM
Ellen and
Hannah watched in amazement as Clare expertly played with the minute penism
bringing him to a climax within minutes. Clare showed off her dexterity by
expertly manoeuvring the man who had quickly gone from moaning in ecstasy to
whimpering in fear with her slender toes. When she had him in place she
squeezed and lifted him. Hannah and Ellen started giggling, and Clare grinned
as she began to squeeze harder and harder with her toes, until the knuckles
turned white from the exerted pressure.
After a few
seconds of crushing the air from the tiny she let go, letting him fall to the
floor crashing into it unceremoniously. Without giving him the chance to
recover she slammed the ball of her foot back into his body and gripped again,
repeating the process of lifting, squeezing, and dropping, until Hannah exclaimed
“Clare hurry up, we have to go!”
“Ok, ok!”
Slamming her toes down on the barely moving form once more, she gripped him and
moved her foot directly over her now empty flat, Clare released the Greg one
last time. Slamming onto his back and seeing stars, Greg was aware of the
softer surface he had landed on.
“Guys we
have to go, we’re about to pull up at the wharf!” exclaimed Hannah
“No
worries” purred Clare “I’m good to ‘walk’ now” winking seductively at Hannah
and lowering her foot to her now occupied shoe
As Greg’s
vision began to clear, he saw what was coming down towards him, memories of the
very recent abuse he had suffered causing him to react instinctively, and
scurry backwards as fast as he could.
It wasn’t
until he hit the end of her shoe and saw her toes blocking his only escape that
he realised what he had done. In horror he realised he had nowhere to go, as
the deadly, wriggling digits came closer and closer.
Clare’s
foot was fully in her flat, and she could feel Greg wriggling under her toes
“ohhh looks like he got lucky, he isn’t stuck under the ball of my foot, he
might actually survive a while!”
“Ok let’s
go!” Hannah flapped frantically
“Ok come on
then!” said Ellen
Back
to you
You watched
as the girls stopped giggling and got up, hurrying to the ferry offloading
ramp, the cute blonde winking at you as they passed you.
Feeling a
little guilty, you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the poor soul
they were toying with. Looking over, you couldn’t see any bodies or blood on
the floor where they were sitting ‘they must have taken him with them, poor
guy. The blonde was cute though’. Although cute in your mind, the blonde still
had nothing on your girlfriend back home, Sophia.
After a few
minutes the ferry started pulling away from the wharf, you chanced a look over
to see if you could catch sight of the group of women. Sure enough there they
were, the brunette with the white trainers was leaning on a post laughing
hysterically, whilst the blonde wasn’t faring much better, pointing at the
raised barefoot of the hot third one ‘I can only imagine what they are laughing
at’
Back
to the girls
As the
girls disembarked the ferry they politely thanked the crew member for his
service, and planned what to do next
“I know a
bar that isn’t too far from here” chimed in Hannah.
“Yeh ok,
let’s go, I need to blow off some more steam” agreed Ellen
As they discussed
what to do, Clare felt Greg slipping around inside her flat. She started
scrunching her toes and grinding her foot around on the ground. She felt him
starting to slide forwards as her foot began to sweat and become slippery. When
Hannah and Ellen started walking, she followed suit, feeling his body slip
beneath the ball of her foot, and with each step, crushing him under the cruel
ball of her foot further and further. Despite the additional resilience the shrinkies
had, being directly trodden on wasn’t something they could withstand.
Inside the
shoe, Greg was trying his best to stay beneath the relative safety of the
giantesses toes, taking a horrendous pounding with every step but managing to
hold on. After what felt like ages but was in reality only a handful of steps,
he had little energy left. He stopped fighting and feet his legs slide under
the ball of her foot. With the next step, his legs gave out and turned into
bloody mush, causing him to try and scream, but the weight of her big toe
smothering his face prevented any sound from leaving. As the kept stepping, he
slipped further and further, losing consciousness by the time the rest of his
legs had been destroyed.
Clare kept
walking, sensing he had expired, but kept on stepping with a knowing grin on
her face, twisting her foot as she stepped. Another step his legs are gone,
next step his torso, next his chest, finally she felt some resistance as his
head pressed between her insole and big toe, until that too collapsed in a
satisfying crunch.
“Hey guys!”
she called to her friends who turned.
Pulling her
foot out of her shoe she flashed her sole, covered in blood and viscera “I
guess he didn’t want to walk with us after all?”
They all
laughed hysterically for a bit, before Clare slipped her foot back into her
shoe, grabbed her friends by their hands and started leading them up towards
the bar “you know, I hear this place sometimes sells shrinkies if they have
them in stock”.
Back
to you
‘Holy shit,
she put him in her shoe and crushed him’. Despite your horror at the callous
act, you couldn’t help but feel some sort of arousal ‘no that is wrong, he
didn’t deserve that fate’
You only
hoped you were never in that position with any one of those three.
You put
your music back on, and tried to put it out of your mind, looking forward to
getting home to your girlfriend and putting the whole rotten week behind you.
Chapter 3 - Taking a 'Load' off by Mamamoo
Chapter 3
Getting
home from the long walk after the ferry ride with the sun setting, you tried to
shake the feeling of guilt at not stepping in and trying to help the tiny. You
probably wouldn’t have been able to make any difference, but at least your
conscience would have been clear.
“Hey babe!”
called your girlfriend, Sophia as you walked through the front door “how was
the commute home?” as you walked into the living room you saw her, lying back
on the couch, feet up, reading a book ‘damn I’m a lucky guy’ you thought to
yourself as you replied “oh you know, uneventful, I’m going to take a shower”
as you kissed her first on the head, then on her lips as she looked up towards
you. Her deep brown eyes and dirty blonde hair enraptured you “Ok babe enjoy…
if you’re done staring” she teased.
“Well you
seem to be in a good mood, easy day at work I take it?” you jested
“Pretty
good! A few corporate issues to clear but that was all pretty standard to be
honest” being a young legal partner at a huge huge firm must have been tough,
but she made it look effortless “I hope you’re ready for a fun weekend, I know
you’ve had it rough at work recently” sympathy in her eyes.
It was hard
at times knowing your partner earned a significantly higher amount of money
compared to you, but you put it out of your mind and kissed her again “I’ll be
right back”
A quick
shower later and you felt much better. It was a Friday night and you couldn’t
wait to just relax and unwind.
As you left
the ensuite bathroom in your bedroom you saw Sophia on the bed, sitting cross
legged in nothing but a black thong, perky breasts free in the cool air,
nipples erect.
“Well hey
there…” you said curiously “…what’s going on?”
“Why don’t
you come here and find out” she said seductively
Not being
one to turn down your girlfriends advances, you walked slowly towards her,
until she hopped up from the bed, grabbed you by the arm with one hand and
spinning around, pushed you to the bed whilst her other hand pulled your towel
away from you. This impressive display of acrobatics left you laying naked on
the bed , and you watched as she slowly approached from the end of the bed on
her hands and knees, hovering over you. Once she was level with your crotch she
looked down, her gaze seeming to spur your member to attention. Looking up with
a wink, she lowered herself and took you entirely into her mouth. You knew she
had a wild streak a mile wide, but damn, this was something else. As she
caressed your shaft with her tongue you couldn’t help but think back to the
events on the ferry, with the dark haired girl taking the life of a tiny within
her flat. Imagining the fear and pain he must have suffered before meeting his
end. Within minutes you were at your edge, and with a huge slurp she swallowed
your seed, as you convulsed on the bed in pure bliss. Once she was satisfied
she had milked you dry, she slowly released your member from her mouth and
moved up until her face was directly above yours
“I hope you
enjoyed, I love having all of you inside my mouth”
“Babe that
was a lot, but not all of me” you said in a candid yet cheeky way
“Well maybe
we’ll remedy that soon”
“Huh?”
“Nothing,
get some rest, I have a few things to sort out then I will come to bed”
You blew
her a kiss and realising how tired you were, shuffled under the blanket, trying
to sleep without thinking further on the tiny you witnessed get crushed on your
commute home.
Gentle
sunlight streaming through the semi-open blinds on the window woke you, dazed
you wondered ‘what time is it?’, looking for your phone and seeing [05:56] ‘ergh
so early’ and you rolled over, bare crotch bouncing into your girlfriends
fabulous toned butt. Spooning her, you fell back asleep
When you awoke
(again) Sophia was already up and cooking breakfast ‘ohhh I smell bacon’, you
rolled out of bed, pulling on shorts and a t-shirt and walked into the kitchen “should
I put the fire brigade on alert?”
“Oh ha ha, maybe
I’ll keep this for myself” she chuckled
“You wouldn’t
dare!”
“Of course
not baby, here we go” as she plated up two bacon rolls and handed you a glass
of orange juice “eat up! You’re going to need your strength” she said
cryptically
“And why
would that be?” you asked, curious at another mention of something you didn’t get
“Oh you’ll
see”
After
eating your roll and discussing how much you hated your job, Sophie said “ok, I
have a surprise, are you ready?
“Of course!
Just no more of your cooking pleeeeasee”
“Oh this is
much better” she said with a wink as she
ran to the bedroom.
Realising
your thirst from the salty bacon you chugged back the OJ
Skipping
back into the room a minute later Sophia held a small carboard box in her hands
“know what this is babe?” she teased
“Hmmm, I
think it’s a box” you joked
Opening the
box slowly, you saw two smaller boxes inside, cushioned with those little foam noodles,
one marked [MISDV-001 – Virus] and the other [MISDV-001 – Cure]
“Babe… but,
what… I don’t understand”
“Come on
honey” she smiled at you in a coy way “we both know you want this… how long
have you had this fetish?”. Standing and lowering the box onto the table she
took her hands and, rubbing them down her neck said “surely its been like an
itch you can’t scratch… well, I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it would
be fun too”
“Babe I
just don’t understand, this stuff isn’t cheap. How can we afford this?”
“Partner
bonuses came early due to some tax thing, and this set was on offer, so I
thought why not?”
“Well I
think we could have kept to the role playing and saved that twenty grand for an
investment or something”
“Oh so you
know how much the set costs do you now?” she teased
Caught, you
stammered for a moment “I mean, come on, its pretty common knowledge what this
costs right… can you return it?”
“Not
really, its kind of a single use, so I’m not sure they would take it back!”
“What does
tha….” You stood up as a wave of nausea hit you “babe, what’s goi…” losing consciousness
you hit the ground hard.
Coming to
on a soft surface, you were disorientated and the light sources around you made
you feel nauseous. Taking a minute to centre yourself you looked up, shocked at
what you saw. You were in the middle of your bed (which was now the size of a
football pitch to you), wrapped up in what seemed to be a face cloth, next to an
equally large tape measure “holy shit, this is insane” you say to yourself “I
can’t believe she paid for this…” memory of breakfast returns to you “wait… she
spiked me. That’s not right, she can’t do that!” thundering footsteps signalled
the arrival of your now titanic girlfriend through the bedroom door
“Oh hey
babe! I was wondering when you were going to wake up, I was really worried! The
instructions say you could lose consciousness for one to two hours, but you’ve been
out a long time” she batted her eye lids “don’t worry me like that!”
Looking at
her from this angle for the first time you were still blown away by her deep
hazel eyes, the messy dirty blonde hair, perky but large breasts, and overall
gorgeous hourglass figure, but you had to be practical - “Soph I think we need
to talk, you can’t ju…”
“Oh shush!”
she interrupted you “it was my bonus, I get to decide what to do with it” a
moment of annoyance flashing across her face before it softened again “now just
enjoy what I have in store for you, and next week I’ll give you the cure, deal?”
“Next week!
Soph, I have work!”
“Nope – I contacted
your boss a few weeks back and he agreed to give you the week off on holiday
leave, I told him it was a surprise so not to let you know!” she smiled, clearly
proud of herself over her planning
“But a
whole week?” you reply, unsure of what you will do for that long
“Yep, now lie
down and don’t move please” she directed as her finger pushed you back into the
bed. Reaching for the tape measure she laid it next to you from your head to
feet and smiled “three inches, looks like I measured the dose out perfectly”
she smiled to herself as she bit her lower lip.
“Are you on-board
babe?”
Enamoured
by her beauty, and the absolute power she exercised over you with simply the
touch of her finger, you complied “yes babe… and thank you”
“Aww, its
ok baby, now lie back so I can kiss you”
Unsure of
why you had to lie back, you did so without hesitation. You watched as your
gigantic girlfriend bent forwards, boobs pushing into the front of her t-shirt,
as she brought her face down to you, stopping inches for her (meters for you)
away from you. Finally you had some semblance of how small you were as you looked
from her deep brown eyes to her slightly open lips which, as if on que were
licked by her gargantuan tongue, moistening them and leaving a layer of moisture.
Leaning forward
she planted her lips onto your chest, kissing slowly and gently before moving down
to your crotch “what was it you said about not all of you being inside me babe?”
she whispered
The attention
you received made your prick stand hard, and Sophia wasted no time slurping it between
her lips, her tongue toying with your tip. Without warning she started gently
sucking, lifting your hips from the bed surface. Opening her mouth wider she dropped
her head down and took the entirety of your crotch within her lips, hitting you
in the chest with her nose. You grabbed on to her nose as her lips and tongue
started slathering you with saliva, lubricating your entire mid-region and
soaking the bed around you. As she started sucking again, you felt your member
press into her tongue which was now rolling back and forth over your shaft. As
she was doing this, a low guttural groan was released from her throat, and you
lost yourself in the moment, humping her tongue as it explored you.
Within a
minute you blew your seed onto her tongue and, sensing this, she slowed, sucked
her saliva off of you, and swallowed – the noise so loud you thought maybe she
took you down too for a moment.
““Well… I’m
glad you liked the warmup… looks like that twenty-something grand went to good
use”
“Oh babe,
you have no ide… wait, twenty-something what? But the set is only twenty?” you
asked her in a panic. Twenty grand was a lot and worth it to have some fun, but
any change on top was a bit much!
“Ah yes”
she said sitting up “well the virus and cure are twenty grand, but that’s 5 for
the virus and 15 for the cure… my bonus was fifty thousand total so I decided
to throw in three extras that cost like 750 bucks each, so that’s what? Twenty
two, two-fifty total”
“What
‘extras’ babe?”
“Well I got
a bit sneaky and took a look in your browser history – don’t be mad! I just
wanted to make this a full experience for you! I saw you like a few things like
feet, butt, vore, but these would kill you and I don’t want that… so I bought
some shrinkies”
“You what…”
“Yeh, three
of them, this way you can get up close and see everything but I don’t lose my
beau!” she beamed proud of her idea “look here!” she said as she hopped up off
the bed, which felt like an earthquake to you, and she ran from the room.
“No, she couldn’t
have” you mutter “she always protested at the treatment of shrinkies!” you thought
as she came strolling back into the room with g tupperware container holding…
three shrinkies. Your heart sank, realising what was about to happen
Chapter 4 - Her First by Mamamoo
Chapter 4
“Babe I
think we need to talk about this” you shouted at her
“Don’t
worry babe, it’ll be fun!” she assured you as she sat down on the edge of the
bed, the impact knocking you from your feet
“just imagine you are in the position of one of these lucky little guys”
she smiled down at the jar towards the three men who looked upwards in horror
“Ok, as you were out a bit longer than planned lets get going shall we!”
pointing with her huge digit down at the jar she says “eeny, meeny, miny… moe!”
pointing at a guy that happens to not look too different to you “ohhh good
choice, me” she grins gleefully wrapping her palm and fingers around him,
leaving only his feet and lower legs hanging out of her closed fist. Chuckling,
she estimates he is about 3 inches – the same size as her boyfriend ‘how
perfect!’. Closing the lid on the makeshift prison containing two more souls,
she stuffs it into her bedside table.
“Ok baby,
come here and enjoy, ok?” she lifts you up with her free hand and kisses you
hard on your face and chest, before bending forward and placing you on the
hardwood floor about a meter infront of her. You look forwards, her toes
wriggling expectantly, painted a dark blue, thoughts moving to what was about
to happen you couldn’t help but get a semi. Smiling “she bends over and drops
the selected shrinky from a moderate height. Hitting the ground hard midway
between you and your goddess of a girlfriend he groans, sitting up and rubbing
his head. Getting his bearings he sees you, rage in his face “this is your
fault!” he yells, standing up and sprinting at you, nothing but pure anger in
his eyes, you freeze. He gets about half way to you before you hear Sophia
“hey, arsehole, leave my beau alone!” as she raises her foot and gently, and
nudges him in the back causing him to topple onto his face. Pushing himself up
immediately, he screams as he charges at you again, shocking both you and
Sophia. Raising her foot again, this time she brings it over him, before
dropping it on top of him, smashing him into the ground beneath her arch.
“Babe!
Don’t do it, this isn’t you!” you yell, but she either can’t hear you or is
choosing to ignore you.
“Try to
hurt my boyfriend will you? Bastard!” as she pulls her foot back so the arch of
her foot is replaced with the ball, which she pushes down hard and grinds side
to side, creating a squeaking noise where her flesh meets the floor. After a
few grinds, she lifts her foot gently, the tiny man stuck to her sole. Giggling,
she reaches forward and peels the battered guy off with her fingers “hmm I
didn’t think of that happening” she pondered “be right back, hun” she blew you
a kiss and left the room
You stood
on the floor in near shock. Seeing someone want to attack you like that was
something you had never experienced before ‘I guess he blames me for this, is
he really wrong?’ you thought. Moments later Sophia returned with the red faced
shrinky in one hand, and a drinking glass in the other
“Here we go
babe, this should help!” she chirped as she lowered the upturned glass onto you
“think of it like a protective shield, or whatever those spaceships have” she
giggled as she placed the shrinky right infront of you and sat back on the edge
of the bed. He immediately ran at the glass, shoulder barging it as hard as he
could. The slight ‘ding’ his effort made clearly showed he had no hope of
getting through to you. Seeing this Sophia clapped “woo, it worked” causing him
to turn and look up at her. As he turned, she lifted her foot and brought it down
onto him slowly but consistently, pushing him into the floor. As she had done
before she began grinding him as you would a cigarette butt, causing him to
groan and squeak in pain.
Pausing mid
grind, she removed her foot from the crumpled body and lowered herself down to
the floor, legs open, back against the side of the bed bed, displaying her
naked crotch to you both. The tiny managed to stand, staring at her glistening pussy,
momentarily confused before turning to you and yelling something. The glass
muffled what he said, but the look in his face was clear – he blamed you for
this. As he started pointing at you and yelling, Sophia made her next move –
one neither of you saw coming. She had slowly opened her legs and positioned
her feet facing eachother, with the tiny right in the middle. As he approached
your glass shield, her feet slam together, not more than a couple of
centimetres from the glass you are within, trapping your would-be assailant between
her toes. His face and part of his body sticking out from between her deadly
peds, a look of pure shock on his face. She starts splaying and scrunching her
toes methodically, pulling him between her feet. You see her face over the top
of her feet, biting her lower lip and breathing deeply with her eyes half
closed, realising she is using her left hand to rub her clit as she begins to
roll her feet back and forth over eachother – steamrolling the tiny within. You
occasionally see a limb reach out from her deadly trap, trying to grasp freedom
before being pulled back into their relentless grind. After a few minutes of
this torture, she peels her soles apart slowly, carefully, finally able to see
everything you notice the fingers of her right hand are slowly fingering herself,
whilst her left is massaging her clit. At first you cant see him, only small
patches of blood around her toes and soles, but then you notice him stuck to
the sole of her left foot where the ball meets the arch. Slowly she leans
forward, removing the fingers of her right hand from her womanhood and pokes
him until he falls from her, giggling, you hear her say “well he wasn’t so
tough was he now babe?” as her hand retreats back and she continues fingering
herself
“Babe
please stop this!” you yell, pounding on the barrier. Realising she can’t hear
you, you rest your forehead and palms on the glass, defeated.
Unable to
hear her partner, she sees your head and hands on the glass appearing to be enamoured
by the spectacle “ohhh wanting a closer look are we honey?” mistaking your
horror for interest, and with that she places her foot on top of her victim and
begins grinding him with her toes into the floor yet again, seemingly trying to
break him. As you bang on the glass you realise you have gone hard, ‘no, this
isn’t right’ you think to yourself. Sophia sees your salute and this spurs her
on, she grasps and lift the defeated tiny with her toes, shaking him back and
forth infront of you as you subconsciously start stroking your member. Sophia
starts squeezing her victim’s chest between her big and second toes until his
face turns deep red and he looks like he’s about to burst. Slightly releasing
the pressure, she then grinds her toes up and down against eachother,
threatening to snap him in half. Repeating this process a few times she drops
him in a heap infront of you. He tries to stand but falls over, breathing
deeply clearly in pain, shuddering as she shuffles forward across the floor
until her womanhood is right infront of you both. He looks up at her dripping
vagina then turns to you, noticing you touching yourself. Before he can say
anything he is snatched by her fingers and brought up to her face far, far
above you. “I hope you’re ready for this” she purrs in his face before throwing
him onto her extended tongue, pulling him past her lips. She starts sucking on
his body and bends forwards, looking straight down at you and winks as she
sloshes him around her mouth. By this stage your member is rock hard and you’re
barely able to contain yourself, she notices this, slurping him into her hand
covered in her saliva and without breaking eye contact lowers him to her nether
regions. You watch haplessly as she grips him by the legs and uses her right
hand to thrust his head and torso into herself, gyrating her hips on the floor
and rubbing her clit with her left hand. You lose yourself in the moment and start
masturbating furiously, her deep moaning spurring you on. By this point she is
holding him by his ankles, her fingertips disappearing within her folds as she pulses
him in and out relentlessly. As the tempo of her thrusts increases, her eyes
close and she rubs her clit even faster, her deep breathing turning into moans
of pleasure. You can’t hold back anymore and spurt your seed onto the glass
infront of you, panting deeply.
Almost as
if a spell had been broken, you feel instant regret and remorse for the poor
guy as you realise what he is unlikely to survive this abuse ‘no this isn’t
right! I have to stop this!’ as you start pounding the glass. Sophia hears a
light tapping and opening her eyes, looking down, seeing you cheering her on.
This brings a smile to her face as she continues pumping her makeshift dildo in
and out of her, holding him by his now crushed ankles. After another handful of
pumps, she pushes her toy deep inside of her most of her fingers accompanying
him as she furiously rubs her clit. After a few moments she shudders, and lets
out a thunderous moan as her vaginal muscles clamp down like a vice on her victim.
She stops moving her hand but continues gently massaging her clit, enjoying the
blissful waves of ecstasy that are sweeping through her entire body ‘oh my god’
she thought ‘why did I never try this before?’
After
enjoying the feeling of euphoria, Sophia looks down and pulls her hand and toy
from her folds by his crushed ankles and calves, curious to see if he had survived
the ordeal. Raising him to eye level she rotates him slowly “hmm looks like
he’s still breathing… ah well, he’s done” and lowers him down towards the
floor.
By this
point you have given up trying to get her attention “oh fuck did she kill him?”
you mutter to yourself “please baby don’t do this, its not right”. You see his
chest suddenly inflate as he gasps in air, before his face contorts into pain
at his crushed ankles, legs, and ribs.
Shuffling
back and putting her back against the bed for support, Sophia has her eyes
closed in complete bliss, with a smile on her face “well babe” she pants “I
hope you’re happy to see that, if you were able to make it on one piece, that
could be you” she giggled, thinking on how ending a life for her pleasure was
possibly the best feeling she had ever felt. After taking a minute to catch her
breath she opened her eyes and saw her toy’s chest rising and falling “aww,
poor little guy, I should help him” and with that she snaked her foot forwards,
bumping the glass you were in as she gripped him between her big and second
toes yet again. “There we go” she stated triumphantly as she lifted the shrinky
off the ground and suspended him infront of her boyfriend trapped in a glass.
“Ok babe,
you had some fun can we take him to a doctor now!?” You yelled, hoping she
would see sense
Unable to
hear you, Sophia looked at the poor broken man in between her toes, feeling a
small sense of pity “hey little guy, If you want to live, say literally
anything” she offered. The only response was a gurgle that came from his chest
“Ok then, if you have nothing left to give, then give me one last crunch ok?”
she giggled, hoping for some response. When none came she thought ‘ok he is
actually done, time to make my beau happy’ as she started to slowly squeeze her
toes together like a car crusher. At first there was no real reaction, his body
just went a bit stiff as she squeezed, but when she hit a certain point, a
fight or flight reflex must have kicked in because he started kicking and
flailing like mad. Grinning to herself she kept increasing pressure, then
started grinding her toes against eachother, causing his chest to cave in and burst
like an overripe grape splattering her toes with blood, snuffing out his
existence. Sophia gasped and looked at her trapped boyfriend who was now on his
knees, not looking happy at all.
Chapter 5 - The Aftermath by Mamamoo
Chapter 5 – The Aftermath
“Babe are
you alright?” Sophia asked you, still puffing from exertion she reaches
forwards and lifts the glass off of you, freeing you from what you now saw as a
prison.
Stepping
towards her you shout “No! I am not ok!”
“Babe what
is it? Did I do something wrong? I watched loads of videos and read some
stories and thought that was a pretty good way of doing it” peering into the
glass, seeing your seed splattered there “and it looks like you enjoyed it, so
what’s the problem?”
“You
murdered someone!” you shout
“Well, I
wouldn’t call it murder… more like pest control” she giggled
“He was a
living person!”
“Barely,
these guys are usually criminals according to the website, so what does it
matter?” stopping giggling, replacing the look of humour on her face with one
of confusion
“I can’t
believe you! You took a life and you don’t even care?” you fire back, getting
angry
“Wait, are
you being serious right now?” her tone changing from confused to indignation
“You’re
damn right I am. This is wrong! I can’t believe you did this”
“What the
fuck – you fantasise about this for years, and when it actually happens you act
like this? That’s so ungrateful and rude!”
“I don’t
care, give me the cure right now. Return me to size and I’ll take the other two
to a protection shelter” you yelled angrily
Pausing for
a moment, Sophia stared at you in complete shock before a small tear formed in
the corner of her eye “fine” she said quietly through gritted teeth clearly mad
at your reaction and with that she stood slowly, her feet only a few meters
from you (from your perspective) the remains of her victim still trapped
between her toes - his legs, arms and head mostly intact. You looked at the
carnage and shook your head in shame, turning and walking away from the scene.
This absolute disrespect caused Sophia to snap ‘I can’t believe I spent my
bonus on this, I could have bought a new handbag!’ raising her foot up to waist
height she splayed her toes open, allowing the remains of the shrinky to fall
to the hard floor, not too far to the left of you making a loud thump, causing
you to startle. Turning your head towards the noise, Sophia angrily growls down
to you “I’ll be right back then” and with that she stomps forward, her foot
landing right ontop of the remains liquifying them instantly and sending blood
splattering out the sides and front of her foot. Not breaking stride she
continues towards the kitchen to retrieve the cure, leaving a trail of bloody
footprints behind her on the floor.
Shocked at
the display of anger, you feel real fear for the fist time in your life “shit
maybe I should have handled that differently” you mutter as you look at the
bloody scene infront of you.
In
the kitchen
“I can’t
believe this shit” Sophia angrily muttered to herself “the nerve to speak to me
like that for doing something this expensive for him!”
Opening the
delivery box she roughly pulls out one of the smaller of the two boxes labelled
MISDV-001 – Cure “I pay the rent, I pay for our holidays, I pay for most of
everything and this is what I get” angrily slamming the container on the
kitchen worktop ‘I’ve had enough’ she thinks to herself ‘I can do so much
better. I’m going to ask him to move out’.
Having
decided on her course of action, she calmed down somewhat and with care opened
the box revealing the small metal cylinder inside. About to twist open the end
of the container she sees MISDV-001 – Virus stamped on the side ‘oh you have
got to be kidding me’ furiously rotating the object only to see the same
writing on the other side. Sophia puts the container down and closes her eyes
as she sighs deeply and grips the edge of the countertop until her knuckles turn
white.
Collecting
herself after a moment she opens her eyes and grabs her phone. Returning to the
larger box she flips it over and finds contact details which she punches into
her mobile. The call instantly goes to a voice recording blabbing on about the
usual ‘we are experiencing a higher than usual volume of calls right now,
please hold and one of our team will be with you shortly’. Sighing again, she
looks down and notices the blood drying on her foot. Grabbing some tissues, she
walks to the kitchen table and sits down, crossing her leg over the other and
rubbing the remains away.
“Good afternoon!”
said a chirpy voice on the other end of the line “you’re speaking with Sean,
how can I assist you today”
“Hi Sean, I
bought a virus and cure kit from you recently, and have just noticed that the
cure isn’t here, there’s just a second virus container”
“Ah yes,
just let me pull up your order… right… well thanks for calling us Sophia, and
we do apologise for the inconvenience. Just let me put you on a brief hold
whilst I escalate this”
“Thank you”
she sighed as she held her head in her hand
In
the bedroom
“What is
taking her so long” you mutter as you hear her aggravated voice “oh come on she
isn’t seriously making a call is she?”. Annoyed and wanting nothing more than
to return to your full size, you start trudging the mile long trek to the
kitchen.
Back In
the kitchen
“Hello
Sophia, are you there?”
“Yep, still here” she sighs
“Thanks, I have just been advised by my manager that we are experiencing an
international shortage on the cure capsules due to an issue at our production
facility. The good news is that production is back at full capacity, now we are
just working through the back-log of orders which is approximately two weeks at
this time”
Mouth agape
as the prospect of not being able to get hold of the cure immediately, Sophia
snapped back “are you kidding me!? But I need it now. Look…” she turned to
reason “I can pay a premium to be put on a shortlist if that’s what it takes”
“Sorry
Sophia, due to the pharmaceutical nature of the product, we are bound by law to
process orders as they are received. As an apology on our behalf and
acknowledging the issues you will face whilst waiting for the cure, can we send
you a complimentary ‘care kit’?”
“Well that
doesn’t exactly help me does it, but what is the care kit?”
“Its
basically some supplies to keep the shrunken gentleman comfortable while you
wait for the drug to be delivered. It includes things such as a mobile
mini-home with food, drink and an entertainment system, plus some clothes and
things of that nature”
Sighing
deeply but realising she would need something to house her shit of a boyfriend
“ok, that would be great – please keep me advised on the order status”
“No worries”
replies Sean “the care kit will be with you later on today. Have a great day”
“Thanks you
too” she says half-heartedly, hanging up. “Guess I should let him know the
news” Sophia sighed, imagining the argument that was about to be had. After a
moment’s pause Sophia stands and starts moving towards the bedroom
In
the corridor
Walking at
a fast pace down the corridor towards the kitchen, you hear Sophia hang up the
phone after a clearly frustrated phone call ‘great, probably a work call’ you
think to yourself.
After a
moment of silence you hear the sound of her bare feet slapping across the
hardwood floor ‘oh good she’s finally coming back’. As she turns the corner you
notice she has nothing in her hands “hey!” you shout at her, completely
forgetting she can’t hear you “where is the damn cure!?”
Sophia
walks towards the bedroom going over in her head how to break the news to her
partner, not really focussing on the world around her.
As she gets
closer to you, her beautiful naked form getting larger and larger, you realise
she is looking straight ahead and won’t see you “shit!” at the last moment you
throw yourself sideways and roll onto your back. Her foot slams down right
where you were standing, sending a rush of air that pushes you back slightly.
“fuck, she could have killed me”
As Sophia
enters the bedroom, she looks down and realises she can’t see you “hey stop
playing around, we need to talk”
Deciding
it’s not worth chasing her around the house, you wait in the corridor by the
wall ‘eventually she’ll come back and see me’ you think to yourself
“Seriously
I’m not messing around, come out now!” she shouts as she stomps her foot,
making you flinch. You are about to start walking, but realise again it’s
pointless and unsafe “just going to wait here for you, bitch” you mutter to
yourself
After a few
minutes of waiting in the bedroom, tapping her foot impatiently Sophie thinks
‘I was on the phone for a while there, maybe he came looking for me’, panicking
she walks carefully back to the kitchen looking at the ground and soon spots
you by the wall in the corridor “what are you doing here?” she asks frustrated
“I was
coming to get you, and my cure! You were taking forever” you grumble, barely
audible to her.
“Ok come here” she reaches down plucking you
up between her thumb and forefinger and carries you into the bedroom, dropping
you roughly onto a pillow. “right, listen to me please” taking a deep breath
she explains the situation to you, along with the timeframes around delivery
Finally
finishing up, you look up at her “so I’m stuck like this then…”
“For now,
yes you are”
“Why the
hell wouldn’t you check the cure before you spiked my drink? That’s such a
stupid thing for you to do!” you exploded before even thinking about it,
instantly regretting your words
Her already
cold stare turned downright frigid at this point, her lips involuntarily
falling open in a slight oval ‘he did not just say that to me… what the hell is
his problem… does he realise the position he’s in? I have to look after him
like a baby for two weeks… two weeks of my life I’ll never get back!’
You
couldn’t meet her icy glare, looking down you notice her hands have balled into
fists and are squeezing so tight her knuckles have turned white. Her breathing
has become slow and deep, and you start to feel the fingers of panic tugging at
you as you recall how much she enjoyed taking the life of the shrinky she had
purchased.
‘Ring-ring….
Ring ring…’ she snaps out of her anger fuelled state “I’m going to go answer
that” she says coldly as she stands up and walks away, saying over her shoulder
“do us both a favour and don’t move”
Watching
her naked form walk away from you, you can’t help stare at her arse as it
wiggles left and right in time with her steps, once again feeling a mix of
arousal and shame
In
the kitchen
Reaching
her phone she sees it’s her boss “good afternoon, sir” she answers in a forced
chirpy voice, trying not to let her personal issues impact upon her work
“Hey
Sophia, apologies for the weekend call – I hope I’m not interrupting anything?
“No sir,
nothing important!”
“Good –
something has come up with one of our accounts and we need someone to fly out
to settle some issues in Perth. It’s a five hour flight, business class of
course, and the nominated representative will be put up in the Ritz for the
duration of their stay. Who in your team would be best suited?”
About to
answer that her associate could handle the task, Sophia pauses and thinks for a
moment “Actually sir, I think this could be a good opportunity for me to meet
some contacts out there” wanting nothing more than to be on the opposite side
of the country from you
“Are you
sure?”
“Absolutely,
I’ll reach out to our travel booking team now and get the ball rolling”
“Excellent,
I’ll be in touch with more details later”
“Thank you,
sir” hanging up the phone ‘alright then’
In
the bedroom
“What the
hell!” you exclaim “she just volunteered herself to fly to Perth!”
Coming back
into the bedroom Sophia walks over and stands over you, intimidating you with
her full naked glory. You couldn’t help glance down at the pussy that had
recently almost crushed the life out of someone, up over her flat stomach to
her gorgeous perky breasts, and finally to her face returning your eye contact
with an icy stare “I’m going on a work trip”
“Well what
about me?” you ask timidly
‘Is he for
real? It’s all me, me, me with him’ she thinks to herself as she replies “well
you can’t stay here alone, maybe I can drop you at one of those tiny hotel
things”
You had
heard of these ‘hotels’. They were not much more than facilities in warehouses
made up to look like like a small city block where tiny men could rent a small
room in safety. Tiny men were dropped off by wives and girlfriends, saying they
would be back but sometimes never returning to collect them. Prepaid, the rooms
had a limited time for the small men to stay (the same as a normal hotel) at
which point the occupant would be evicted. You had heard horror stories on the
internet where these evicted shrinkies weren’t turned onto the street, but were
kept by the women that managed the facilities or sold off for various purposes.
“You can’t
be serious, please don’t do that!” genuinely terrified of the prospect.
“Oh my god,
you just can’t be content with anything can you!” Sophia yells down, causing
you to trip and fall backwards in fear “the past year has been just you
complaining about everything all the damn time! You hate your job, you’re not
happy, your boss is a prick, blah blah blah – enough!” clutching her temples,
she yells “Argh!” and storms away, slamming the bedroom door behind her
As you lie
on the pillow shivering in fear, you start to think you need to find a way of
getting away from Sophia “she’s lost the plot completely” you mumble. The
events of the day have left you exhausted. Without thinking, you shuffle off
the pillow and climb under a loose bit of the blanket, lying down and letting
sleep claim you.
A while
later you hear the doorbell ring, disturbing your slumber, followed by a brief
conversation between Sophia and someone else. Looking over at the alarm clock
on the bedside table, you see that it is just past 8pm. Hearing the door close,
the sound of cardboard being ripped open reaches your ears. After a minute the
door opens and in walks Sophia now wearing cute, loose, gentle pink coloured
pyjamas. She approaches the bed with what looks like a small plastic pod held
between her hands. Standing up, you climb back onto the pillow “what’s that?”
you ask politely
Not giving
you any forgiveness for your previous attitude, she barks back “it’s the
sleeping pod the company sent so you can sleep safely. There’s some food and
water in there and a little toilet if you need it. There’s even a built in TV
with Netflix”
“Thank you”
you say softly
“They just
sent it because of the mess up with the cure. Look, I’ve thought about our
discussion earlier and figure it’ll be best to leave you with someone we know
here to care for you, so I made some calls. Leah and Izzy are both free and
happy to look after you for a few days… what’s your preference?”
You
wouldn’t really call your last engagement with eachother a ‘conversation’ but
swallow your pride and instantly answer “Leah would be fine, thanks”
“That was a
quick answer…”
In your
mind you knew exactly why, but couldn’t bring yourself to tell Sophia the logic
behind your choice. Leah was a beautiful Greek goddess of a woman – flowing
dark hair, olive skin, deep brown eyes, a slim frame but with disproportionally
large breasts and a great arse – more importantly though was she was a gentle
primary school teacher, and advocate for shirnkies rights. Izzy on the other
hand was an equally beautiful woman of Croatian descent – she shared the brown
eyes and olive skin, but physically she was very different. Working out most
days of the week, her body was incredibly well toned and muscular, with massive
boobs and an arse you only get from weight lifting and squats – her attitude to
shrinkies however was very different.
One evening
when Sophia was at a work function you found yourself surfing the web for some
porn material, and stumbled across a page where people posted pictures of them
doing stuff with shrinkies for people to purchase. Noticing Izzy’s face on one
of the profiles, you reviewed some of her free samples which included using
little men as servants massaging her feet, rubbing her shoulders etc. but also
gently torturing them using her mouth, tits, and arse. Curious and turned on,
you paid $25 for her ‘special spicy’ pack of images which shocked you. These
images were of her crushing men to blood smears between her boobs, grinding
them under her arse, and chewing them up and swallowing them. The few images
that turned you on the most were the series of stills formatted into a
recurring GIF showing her wearing a skimpy black crop top barely holding her
boobs back, with wearing mint green tight fitting leggings. She placing a tied
up tiny on a workout bench beneeath a suspended barbell with 20kg on each side.
Straddling the tiny, she spreads her knees out and drops her butt on him,
completely smothering his tiny form. She then lifts the bar and lowers it
behind her head, showing her toned shoulders and upper back flexing before
pushing it up and placing it back on its support. Standing up, she looks down over her shoulder at patch of
gore left stuck to her arse. Convincing yourself these were just photoshopped
images, you blew your load into a tissue and hid the files on your laptop.
Now you
were the size of her middle finger, you had no desire to be subject to the
whims of someone who clearly made a good amount of money from humiliating, and
maybe even killing shrinkies
“She just
lives closer is all… it will be easier for you to drop me off there”
“Hmm… fine.
I’ll let her know that I’ll drop you off in the morning.”
“What are
we doing tonight?”
“Well ‘we’
are doing nothing. You’re going to bed in your pod and I’m packing and getting
ready for my trip. You have food in there so we can just be apart for tonight,
ok? I have a lot to get done”
“Ok” you
sigh as you step into the pod.
Sophia
lifts the pod, causing you to shake and fall over, and places it on the bedside
table.
You hear
the draw below you open and close as followed by Sophia leaving the room.
You settle
into the small bed and turn on the TV using a wall mounted control panel ‘this
isn’t too bad’ you think as you settle in for the night.
Chapter 6 - Perishables, Part I by Mamamoo
Chapter 6 – Perishables, Part I
From
Sophia’s perspective, the small pod she was holding which contained her
boyfriend was pretty light, but felt well built and durable. Roughly placing it
on the bedside table, she was about to leave the room and start getting herself
ready for her trip, when she suddenly remembered the remaining two shrinkies secured
in the draw ‘well they were expensive, they’re not going to waste!’
Opening the
draw she grabs the Tupperware container with the two tiny men inside and lifts
it out before shutting the draw. Leaving the room she holds the makeshift
prison to her face, looking curiously in at the two men, frozen in fear from
hearing their friend’s demise at this beautiful woman’s hands.
Sophia
walked to the kitchen and dropped the box on the counter top, before
considering her next move for the evening ‘hmm I think a bath and some red wine
would be helpful’. She walked back to the corridor and opened the door to the
bathroom on the right, glancing at the closed bedroom door and thought one more
time ‘arsehole’. Proceeding into the bathroom, she turned on the underfloor
heating and put the plug in the bath drain. Turning the water mixer to a warm
level she turned it on, feeling more relaxed just by the sound of crashing
water.
Returning
to the kitchen she opened her laptop and sent a request to the travel booking
team with an urgent marker on it. Following up she called their out of office
number to advise them of the urgent booking. “Ok” she said to herself “that’s
that. Now to relax”, Sophia had a great (and expensive) taste in wine, with a
full built in wine cabinet – she had chosen vintages from all over the world.
Selecting a Shiraz, a personal favourite of hers, that she had purchased
recently for $900 she proceeded to uncork the bottle and placed it on the kitchen
counter to breathe ‘funny how a bottle of fine wine is worth more than a life’
she mused. Turning her attention to the container holding her evening’s
playthings, Sophia slowly tip toed towards the trapped shrinkies. Upon reaching
the container, she removed the lid and peered down towards her next victims
(4-inches and 6-inches tall respectably), and just stared down at them until
they faltered and could no longer meet her gaze.
Smiling to
herself at this display of power she pushed the container back to the wall and
bent forwards, resting her elbows on the counter top and supporting her chin
with her hands “well from your reactions I guess you’ve figured out that you
won’t see your friend again, let me tell you exactly what went down”
She spent
the next few minutes describing in detail the demise of the third of their
group. By the time she was done, the 4-incher was cowering in fear and
shuddering, whilst the 6-incher (still cowering in fear) was sporting a hard on
“ohhhh you like the sound of that do you?” she cooed at the tiny man. Dropping
her right hand from her chin, she reached forwards “if you’re lucky, maybe you
can have a night just like it” and with that she gently pinched his shaft
between her thumb and forefinger and rubbed slowly.
Sitting up,
the bold tiny cupped his balls and started gently rubbing them, closing his
eyes and tilting his head back in pleasure. A moment of rage flashed through
Sophia ‘how dare he… this is my power play!’ and she pinched harder causing him
to yelp and grab at her fingers with his hands, trying to pry them apart.
Moving her face closer to him, she growled menacingly as she tugged him closer
to her with each word “you… don’t… enjoy… this… unless… I… command… you… to!”
by this point she had tugged him in jerking motions with each word by his penis
across the length of the container, leaving him whimpering “well I guess you
need time to recover” she sighed and flicked him in the head, knocking him out
cold. “Looks like you’re with me!” she turned to the other one and with that her
right hand grabbed the 4-incher in her fist around the waist, leaving his upper
body and arms free. As she pulled him from the container he had no idea what to
do, so he just flopped forwards and gripped onto her enclosed fist, causing her
to giggle as she dropped her hand to her side.
Sauntering
back to the bathroom, she checked the bath level ‘full, perfect!’ and dipped
her left hand into the water to check the temperature ‘also perfect!’ she
thought.
“Ok you,
stay here” she said as she put him on the edge of the bath “there’s really
nowhere to go, one way you’ll break your legs and the other you might drown”
and left the room to fetch some candles and a lighter, her wine, a glass, a jar
of Nutella, and a lavender scented bath bomb. She checked the shrinky she
flicked and panicked briefly for a moment, thinking she had killed him without
getting to really enjoy it. However upon closer inspection, his chest was
rising and falling ‘phew, lucky’ she thought.
After a few
minutes she returned, happy to see the tiny was sitting exactly where she had
dropped him and went about setting up candles on the end of the bath, on the
vanity, and on the shelves on the other side of the room. Turning the lights
off and pouring herself a glass of wine she placed the bottle on a shelf by the
bath, taking a sip and closing her eyes to focus on the vintage ‘mmm, pepper,
spice, and sweet red fruit’ she tasted. Opening her eyes and spinning the lid
from the Nutella jar, she gently dabbed her finger into it and raised it to her
mouth, tasting the contrast of the sweetness. After a moment enjoying the
flavours on her palate she looked down and jokingly tilted her glass at the
shrinky – to her surprise he raised his hands in acceptance, leaving her taken
aback for a moment before lowering the glass and tilting it until the ruby-red
fluid reached the rim. Standing up, the tiny man leant over the edge of the
glass and started gulping ‘well’ she thought to herself ‘it’s his last night on
this earth, he might as well enjoy the fine things’, after a few gulps she
pulled the glass away – not wanting him to get too drunk as she needed him
reactive enough to provide some sport.
“Thanks
you, it’s really nice!” the tiny smiled up at her.
She
couldn’t put her finger on it, whatever it was that made her so angry at his
comment. Was it his likely lack of knowledge on the art of wine, was it his
attempt at connecting with her, was it the fact that he dared to speak to her,
or was it just the stupid smile on his face? She didn’t know, but regardless she
grunted and poked him hard in the chest, sending him crashing down into the
lake-sized body of water below. Placing the glass next to the bottle she closed
the bathroom door and stripped out of her pink pyjamas.
Grabbing
the lavender bath bomb she peered over the edge of the bath to see the tiny man
treading water “bombs away!” she chirped and released the spherical object half
the bath away from the guy.
To her the
splash was still pretty large given the density of the bomb, but to him it was
like a small meteor crashing into the ocean. He was hurled backwards and under
the water by a small tsunami which pushed him down, then when he managed to
break free of the surface the falling football sized water drops threatened to
knock him out. Fortunately these stopped after a few moments, and he treaded
water, kicking up hard to keep his head above the waves now bouncing around the
bathtub.
As the
energy of the waves dispersed he finally thought he could ease up, and tried to
get sense of his bearings. He realised he was at the foot of the bath, looking
towards the top where there was a sort of pillow for one to lean their head on.
Looking up he saw the sole of her left foot rising over the lip of the bath,
and with her slender toes pointing down, she penetrated the surface of the
water to his right and kept going until her foot made contact with the base of
the bath, resulting in a deep ‘thump’ that he felt more than heard. Following
that was the right foot which flew over his head and dropped into the water on
his left side. Tilting his head up, he made eye contact with the goddess before
him, standing tall over him with a smirk on her face. He couldn’t help but
admire her body – her boobs, her hips, and her vagina all right there for the
viewing. After a moment she gently lowered herself, easing her butt into the
water and spreading her legs forward as she leant back into the pillow
“ahhhhhhh” she sighed “that’s more like it” and without opening her eyes she
beckoned him with her finger “come here” she ordered “now!”.
He didn’t
need to be told twice and started swimming towards her, something that
surprisingly only took him about 30 seconds until he bumped into her chest,
just below her breasts which towered over him. Opening her eyes she lowered her
palm to the surface of the water, indicating he should climb on – and climb on
he did. She raised him to her face thinking ‘well this one talks at least –
might aswell ask…’ and with that she spoke to him. She asked him what he
thought of her boyfriend’s actions earlier in the day and if she was
overreacting or if he was being ungrateful. Being spoken at by a literal
goddess left the little guy nervous and he babbled out a poorly constructed
attempt at a sentence, her reply “oh my god shut up, think, and speak like
you’re not a complete idiot”
Not needing
to be told twice, gulping deeply he replied “I think what you did was very
considerate and he is a dick to treat you like that”, the response making her
grin.
“Thank you
for your honesty” she smiled raising her hand forwards and upwards, she then
tilted her hand causing him to fall from what was about a 10 storey drop by his
perspective. Slamming hard into the water, he saw stars and tried to hold his
breath until his body righted itself and he could swim upwards. Breaking the
surface of the water he gasped deeply too shocked to say anything. Sophie
giggled as she pushed a wall of water towards him with her right hand, drinking
deeply from the glass in her left. Waves crashing into him, he was swept away
from her.
Eventually
hitting the foot of the bath, he looked up the length of it to her. Smiling
down at him with her arms resting on the edges of the bath and lazily holding
her wine glass in her left hand, her bent legs leaving her knees protruding from
the water. Looking down at him as she considered what to do next. Glancing at
her right knee, she opened her mouth a bit and licked her lips as the
gargantuan knee slipped beneath the water’s surface. The bath bomb had turned
the water a purple colour, and coupled with the low light this made it
impossible to see anything below the surface.
“Duhhh-dum”
she whispered “duhhh-dum”
‘what is
she doing’ he thought
“Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum”
her foot heaving from the water right infront of him she crescendos the Jaws
theme and slams her foot into him head on, crushing him into the wall of the
bath of the bath. Not stopping there she giggles “wow you should have seen your
face” as she grinds him, attempting to reposition hie body. Eventually she gets
him where she wants him and her toes scrunch down over his head, creating a
pincer-like vice around his neck with her big and second toes, lifting him up
above the water’s surface “hmm… decisions, decisions” she mused, her face
scrunched in contemplation as you choked unable to breathe. As darkness started
creeping into the corners of his vision, her face sprung back into a smile “oh
I know!” and with that she pulled her foot towards her body. Stopping just
above her stomach, her right hand snatching him between her thumb and
forefinger allowing him to gasp in air.
Holding him
suspended above her, she drained the rest of her glass and slowly refilled it
with the adjacent bottle, her eyes watching the glass fill “you know, you
should never leave a lady waiting when she wants you to wash her…” she purred,
eyes snapping towards him suddenly “maybe you need some encouragement, is that
the case?” her face turning innocent and pouting.
Putting the
bottle down, she lifted the glass and took a few sips, simply watching the tiny
in her grasp, staring at her blankly ‘why doesn’t he do anything?’ she thought
frustratedly. Gently putting her glass down she says in a frustrated tone “ok
then, I guess you do need some help” and with that she grabbed the body wash
and squirted it onto the small man’s torso, the cold viscous fluid causing him
to flinch “oh relax, I know you’ll like this…”
With that,
she pushed him into the right side of her neck and started rubbing him around,
causing the slippery fluid to form foamy soap suds. Enjoying the feeling of
utter control, she rotated him around her neck, upper back, then to her
breasts. Reaching her right breast first, she repositioned the tiny and cupped
him in the palm of her hand before squeezing her breast hard, grinding him into
her erect nipple. Leaning back and closing her eyes she felt him in her palm as
she rubbed and squeezed her breast, using his body like a small cloth ‘oh god this
feels good’ she thought. After a minute she slid him across her slippery chest
to the left breast and repeated the process, draining her wine glass yet again.
After a
little while she tightened her fist around him and dunked her hand hard into
the water, holding it there for a few seconds before raising it with the
enclosed tiny back into the air. Chocking, the shrinky looked defeated “aww you
think it’s over… you have no idea” causing him to panic and try to thrash out
of her grasp. Almost succeeding to escape due to the soap still covering his
body, she growled “stop it! Stop moving!” and angrily threw him into the murky
water infront of her ‘that’s it’ she thought ‘time for some fun’. As the tiny
surfaced, coughing up inhaled water, she wasted no time and brought her left
foot upwards, raising it from the water directly next to him, causing him to
startle and try to swim away. As he turned and started paddling, she brought
her foot down, pushing him below the surface and trying to grasp him with her toes.
It took a
few attempts, but she eventually caught his body between her big and second
toes and lifted him from the water, squeezing him. Suspending him above the
water, she tightened her grip causing him to squirm in pain. Raising her right foot
from the lavender scented water, she splayed her toes and grabbed his head,
giggling as she repositioned her left foot beneath him. Grasping his leg with
her digits, she crunched them hard, pinning his leg painfully but leaving the
rest of his body free. Her right foot disappearing once more beneath the murky
water, he wondered what was coming next
“You know I
was watching this pirate movie a while back” she told him “and they had this
horrific way of torturing and executing people”. He didn’t know where she was
going with this, but he had already gone pale at the implication of her words.
“Basically, they tie people to stakes on the beach at low tide, and as the tide
rises” she started lowering her foot back into the water “they try to escape of
course, try to keep their heads above water, but eventually they… drown”
Feeling the
warm water creep up his leg, the tiny man started trying to pry her toes apart
with what strength he had left, needless to say he had no chance as the water
reached his chest, then his shoulders where she paused
“I’d take a
deep breath if I were you” and with that she dropped her foot to the bottom of
the tub, feeling a thump as her heel hit the ground. Holding him there enjoying
the feeling of him thrashing, she counted backwards “10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5…” seeing
bubbles erupt from the surface and feeling his wriggling decrease she raises
her foot early, allowing his head and shoulders to break through the surface
tension of the water “I told you to take a deep breath” she growled angrily
“and if you don’t thrash around so much you won’t expend as much oxygen. Now,
let’s try again 3… 2… 1…” and dunked her foot, this time just keeping his head
a tad below the water surface and counted back from 10 again, this time making
it to 1. Raising her foot, allowing his head to protrude she clapped “well
done! See what happens when you listen to me! Ok, again, 3… 2… 1…” and repeated
the process. This went on a few more times before the exhausted man was almost
unable to even lift his head upwards to gasp in the air she thought ‘I don’t
really want to end him this way, time for something else’.
Noting her
empty glass, she decided she wanted something sweet and for the Nutella jar,
sticking her fingers into the gooey goodness and retracting them. As she sucked
her fingers dry, a dirty thought crossed her mind causing her to smile. She
reached forward, ripping the tiny from her toes, and without pausing, dunked
him into the jar, covering his front in the sugary goodness she craved. Smiling
as she withdrew him, she didn’t pause for a moment before slamming her into her
extended tongue, licking up the length of his body, savouring the sweetness.
On her
third pass, she realised his penis had turned rock hard from her attentions
“oh” she feigned surprise “is that for me?” she asked as she took his entire
crotch between her lips, her tongue playing with his shaft and balls. Gently
leading him for a minute or two, she felt him tense up and renewed the focus of
her tongue tip on his shaft, causing him to spasm and shoot his salty load into
her mouth which she swallowed instantly. In the aftermath of his ecstasy, he
realised what had happened, and panicked accordingly. Flailing in her grasp she
giggled “you aren’t going anywhere… here, help me out” she said as she plunged
his body into the jar, rotating his body and covering every part of him in the
sweet, viscous treat.
Lifting
him, she saw he was exactly as she hoped – covered head to toe in the sweet
Nutella, with only his head clear, allowing him to see and breathe. “You looked
good enough to eat before” she whispered “now… you’re perfect” she growled as
she smashed him into her lips, her tongue lathering across his chest, legs,
then focussing once again on his crotch. Bringing his strained member to
attention with the tip of her tongue, she puckered her lips and began sucking
his member, hard. He tried to resist, but after a few moments gave up and
resigned himself to the force that was his mistress ‘damn, I could get used to
this’ he thought as he edged closer and closer, finally blowing a smaller
second load into her mouth. She couldn’t even taste it this time, but his
twitching informed her that he had cum again, and with that she grinned and
opened her mouth wide, shoving him in face first as he screamed. Shutting him into
his new prison, she started sloshing the Nutella covered man around her mouth
with complete disregard to his condition. Sucking hard to retrieve the sweet
coating, he was tossed around and abused by her tongue, violating every crevice
of his body until she was satisfied all had been removed. Ceasing her
relentless assault on his body, she opened her mouth slightly, the battered man
completely drained of all energy, and unable to muster the energy to try and
escape, he simply lay there limp, staring past her teeth and lips into the
bathroom.
‘Feels like
he’s done to me’ she thought as she slowly closed her mouth shut once again,
using her tongue to rotate the body in her maw ‘is that an arm or a leg?’ she
wondered as something fell onto her left molars ‘ah well, does it matter?’ and
with that she chomped down, severing an unknown limb. The reaction was instant
– the agony making him spasm uncontrollably and start screaming even as the
warm and salty fluid spurted onto her tongue ‘well we’re here now’ she thought
and continued chewing, using her tongue to flip her prey around her mouth. It didn’t take long for the screaming to end,
maybe five chews she thought to herself, continuing her mastication until all
that remained was slush. She then sucked everything she could feel into the centre of her mouth
and swallowed hard, taking his remains down into her “damn” she exclaimed “that
was nuts!” as she spat some blood into the water around her.
Chapter 7 – Perishables, Part II by Mamamoo
Chapter 7 – Perishables, Part II
Removing
herself from the bath, pulling out the plug causing the water to drain and
slurp loudly, Sophie dried herself with her towel, feeling pretty happy about
the use of her second toy ‘I didn’t get to cum, but that was something else!’
she thought
“Ok I need
to pack” she muttered, having dried herself off. Exiting the bathroom she
looked towards the bedroom door ‘you can do this, if he talks to you just
ignore him’ she said to herself as she walked to the door. Opening it slowly,
she saw a gentle light emitting from the pod her boyfriend was housed in ‘ok
let’s be quiet’ she thought. She snaked into the cupboard, retrieving her small
suitcase and clutched any clothes and underwear she would need in her arms,
quietly scurrying back out – if he heard her, he didn’t let on.
Packing her
bag in the living room section of the larger kitchen, she felt good about
getting some time away. “oh shit” she puffed “the other one” she had forgotten
about the last shrinky ‘how long was I in there? Half an hour?’ she wondered
‘better check on him’.
Walking to
the Tupperware where she had left the unconscious tiny man, she found… an empty
container ‘fuck!’ she thought ‘where could he have gone?’ Looking around she
saw that the microwave cable had been pulled form the wall mounted power point
and had been thrown over the countertop, reaching the ground ‘fuck!’.
“Hey little
guy” she said loudly “me and your friend just had an amazing time in the bath
together… it’s your turn for some fun!” she paused, hoping for a reaction from
somewhere. After a minute, she got angry “well, he’s asleep now next door, but
I’m still awake and need some lovin’” she tried to mask her anger with
excitement. After a minute of nothing ‘shit… well he’s 6-inches, he cant be
far… how do I trap him?’ Looking over at her laptop on the desk, she saw the
standby light flashing ‘huh I could swear I turned that off… oh… clever little
guy…’ walking over to her laptop she clicked space bar, causing the device to
light up, a half attempted password in the security box infront of her, causing
her to smile.
Logging in,
she checked her flight and hotel info stating out loud “ok, all booked! Better
go check on my little guy next door” as she stepped away, her naked body
jiggling, leaving her laptop open and logged in, she glanced at the couch opposite
the wall mounted 65” TV ‘I bet he’s under there…’
Reaching
the door and slamming it closed behind her, she stomped away down to the end of
the corridor where she stopped turned, and counted down “ninety… eighty-nine…
eighty-eight…”
10
Minutes ago, in the kitchen
Regaining
consciousness, the shrinky in the Tupperware box grasped his pounding head
“what a bitch” he muttered, realising he had been knocked out for an unknown
period of time. Getting up slowly he tried to listen for any sounds and was
rewarded with a faint splashing and giggling form a room nearby ‘alright I have
to move’ he thought.
Throwing
himself over the edge of the container, he looked around ‘no way down… wait,
that’ll work!’ as he spied the microwave in the corner. Running over he jumped
up, grasping the plug, planting his feet on the wall and pushed as hard as he
could. He was soon rewarded with the plug slipping from it socket and dropping
with him. Wasting no time, he flung it over the edge of the counter, pausing to
listen for any other noises... “oh, is that for me?” he faintly heard ‘Ok I’m
clear!’ and rappelled down the cable. Hitting the ground he sprinted towards
the table where the laptop was, and climbed up the leg, aware of how exposed he
was. As he reached the lip of the table, he pulled himself up, and ran to her
laptop, stomping his foot on the keys, the screen sprung to life “enter
password”, ‘shit, I have no idea… let’s, try something’ and with that he
started reaching over the keyboard, attempting to type a word she had said
earlier ‘command’ with no idea if or why that would work. He got as far as
‘comma’ when he heard the slurping noise that signalled a bath being emptied ‘I
have to move’ and with that he ran to the table edge, retreating back the way
he came. Hitting the floor, he looked at the couch, thinking hiding beneath
that was a good idea, but soon realising the cliché was too obvious, he looked
for an alternate – noticing her ankle high boots discarded underneath the same
table ‘less obvious, higher risk, shit I don’t have a choice’ he thought as he
ran to the closest one, jumping and pulling himself up before flopping into the
opening. The smell of leather greeted him, but he didn’t mind ‘hmm… cleaner in
here than I thought it would be’ he mused, as he wriggled down into the
darkness as far as he could.
Not more
than a minute later he heard the door open, and damp footsteps slapping around
on the ground. Hearing her packing a bag, her voice then sang out “hey little
guy, me and your friend just had an amazing time in the bath together… it’s
your turn for some fun!” not daring to move, he waited “well, he’s asleep now
next door, but I’m still awake and need some lovin’” – nothing for a bit, until
her steps approached ‘shit she can’t know!’ he thought as he tried to squeeze
deeper into her boot.
A moment
later he heard creaks above him as she settled into the chair and clicked her
laptop on, typing her password in and checking something. After a minute she
stood and said loudly to herself “ok, all booked! Better go check on my little
guy next door” and padded towards the door, slamming it shut behind her ‘now is
my chance!’ he thought, not hearing her laptop make that logging out jingle.
Clambering out of her boot, he ran at the table leg and started his ascension,
knowing he only had limited time to try and send for help. After pulling
himself up onto the desk, he ran towards the laptop before screeching to a
halt. There on the screen was an open word document with huge writing ‘I’m not
stupid, you know…’ and almost at that exact moment the kitchen door flew open,
and in she stepped – looking him dead in the eyes.
Like a deer
in headlights he froze, unable to even consider what to do. Seeing him frozen
in terror, she tip-toed slowly towards him, running her fingers along any
surfaces she passed, until she stood over him, glaring down in pure hatred
“comma…?” she growled down
Still too
terrified, he didn’t really register what she said until she slammed her fist
down on the table and repeated “what the hell is ‘comma’? she demanded
“wha…wha…what?”
he trembled up at her
“The
password you tried entering, what the hell did that mean?” her piercing gaze
never leaving him, as her other hand was brought to rest on the table
“Err… you
said something about commanding earlier, I just guessed it might have been
that” he admitted
“Commanding…
a password for a laptop? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard today!” she
snapped “and believe me, I’ve heard a LOT of stupid shit today” still leaning
over him. “Well if you were interested to know, you are officially the last of
your little trio to be alive” she goaded “how does that make you feel?”
“Err…” he
stammered “good, I guess” a bit more confidently
Taken
aback, Sophia enquired “How exactly do two deaths in a matter of hours make you
feel good?”
“Well” he
replied, attempting to exude calm “you’ve clearly enjoyed your evening thus
far” noticing a bloodstain in the corner of her mouth. Suppressing a shudder he
continued “and I think you would want to keep me around as I’m the last man
standing so you have someone to tend to your whims” he proclaimed as he stepped
closer towards her.
“Hmm” she
pondered and lowered her face towards him “you might be right… raping and then crushing
one, then nearly drowning a second of your friends before chewing him to a pulp
and swallowing him, might have left me with only one toy left… does that
genuinely make you feel safer?”
Attempting
to not show any reaction to her blunt admission of double murder, he started
“No, but I aim to make up for my friends failures, and give you what you need”
he confidently responded
“And if
what I need is for you to die?” she asked as her left hand shot forward, her
palm hitting him in the chest as her fingers tightened around him, her thumb
and forefinger wrapping around his neck. Lifting him and constricting her prey,
she brought her hand towards her face “you can’t even breathe…” she snarled,
tightening her grip, her fingers threatening to crush his neck “what do I need
you for?”
Gasping for
breath he put all his energy into his response, praying it was enough “I’ll
worship you, Goddess”
Pausing for
a moment ‘did he call me Goddess? It has a ring to it for sure…’ releasing her
grip completely, he fell and slammed into the table. Gasping for breath, he
rose to his knees “Thank you Goddess, your gift of life is appreciated” and
bent forward, bowing to her
Taken
aback, Sophia hadn’t expected to be worshipped “ok, slave… do not move” she
commanded as she went to retrieve her wine from the bathroom.
As she left
the kitchen the tiny muttered “gullible bitch, I’ll escape, don’t you worry”
remaining in his grovelling position.
A few
moments later she returned, bare feet slapping on the floor. Approaching the
table, she poured the remainder of the wine into the glass, filling it substantially
and plopping the bottle onto the kitchen worktop.
“Well done,
you haven’t moved a muscle have you” she noted “Well, little slave… let’s have
some fun” grabbing him roughly around the waist with her free hand, she moved
to the couch, dropping him on the soft cushioned surface, realising her clothes
were still next door “I’ll be right back, stay” she repeated as she walked out,
placing her glass on the worktop as she left.
Walking
into the bathroom, Sophia picked up her pyjamas and put them back on. Looking
into the mirror, she shook out her dirty blonde hair and tied it into a bun
using a hair elastic she had lying on the vanity. Admiring herself following
her bath, she tucked the pyjama button-up shirt into her shorts loving the
gentle pink colour ‘just a shame that prick was the one thought bought them for
me’ she thought briefly back to her boyfriend, before grabbing a tube of
moisturiser and returning to the living room.
Seeing the
6-incher sitting in the exact same position she left him in, she pretended to
ignore him, grabbing her glass from the worktop, she took a big gulp, running
her hand down her throat as she swallowed the expensive liquid “damn, I have
good taste” she commented as she walked towards the couch, still intentionally
ignoring the toy she had left there. Grabbing the TV remote from the arm of the
couch, she turned and slowly sat backwards smiling inwardly, knowing she would
land on the shrinky.
As her
titanic arse lowered towards him, the shrinky lost his hard fought for cool,
seeing her perfect butt loosely encased in pyjama shorts dropping to meet him, he
tried to scramble backwards.
As her butt
met the couch, she leant back, feeling her slave’s ankles disappear beneath her
building-sized butt cheeks ‘ooohhh I think I got him dead centre’ she thought
as she rolled backwards, her cheeks rolling over him like soft boulders until
he was completely encased below her.
‘I could
just stay here and let him suffocate’ she thought as she felt his struggles
beneath her ‘but where’s the fun in that?’
The tiny
man was powerless as her plump cheeks rolled up his body, compressing his legs,
abdomen, chest, and finally head into the cushions below him, leaving him
struggling to breathe.
Happy she
had her rebellious toy trapped beneath her, she swung her legs to the right and
onto the couch, grinding her arse into his body. Thinking to herself ‘he will
probably suffocate at this rate, that’s no fun!’ she pushed off of the couch
and reached under her butt, fishing for the tiny man. Finding him, she yanked
him out and dropped him between her legs, only giving him a moment to get his
bearings.
“Worship my
feet, slave” she commanded, making herself comfortable on the couch, cushions
propping her back up ant a comfortable angle. Watching him scramble down
towards the other end of the couch she thought ‘shame… I could have kept him,
but he won’t be alive by the time I return from my trip’.
“Yes,
goddess” he bowed and started walking across the soft landscape as the sounds
of the TV turned on. The tiny man reached Sophia’s feet, his face just below
the ball of her foot he estimated the size to be around a U.S 7 or 8, pretty
average. Deciding he would start on the top of her feet, then work around to
the front he climbed up her right ankle, straddling it. As he started rubbing
she said “here use this” and squirted some moisturiser onto the tops of both
her feet “yes goddess” he replied and started spreading the thick liquid
around. The stuff smelt expensive, with a gentle aroma of lavender permeating
his senses.
‘oh my god
that feels nice’ thought Sophia as she nestled back into the cushions, deciding
what to watch and finally settling on Notting Hill. Sipping her wine and having
her feet rubbed was the most relaxed she had felt in months. Allowing herself
to unwind, she took her mind off her foot slave and enjoyed the movie.
The tiny
man at her feet was not so relaxed – still thinking about what she had said as
he bluffed his confidence ‘rape, crush, drown, chewing and swallowing’ the
thought of any of those leaving him terrified, he put his full effort into the
massaging. Spreading moisturiser over the top of her foot from her ankle, up to
her dark blue nails, he was sure to rub some between each of her toes.
Satisfied it was spread around, he began massaging in earnest. Pushing his body
weight forwards and using his hands and forearms to massage her as best he
could. Starting from her ankle he worked his way up, leaning his naked body
flat against the top of her foot to reach between her toes and rub hard.
Satisfied that this side was complete he decided to be resourceful and scooped
up any excess cream, slipping from her ankle and walking around to the sole of
her right foot, he then spread it evenly across the surface but not massaging
yet.
Progressing
to her left foot, he once again straddled her ankle and repeated his process
from the other foot. This time however, when he was leaning on the top of her
foot to reach between her digits, the movement of his body caused his penis to
rub against her, his member stirring ‘no, no, no!’ he panicked hoping she
didn’t notice, daring to glance back at her. Seeing her full attention on the
movie he sighed in relief, scooping excess cream into his arms once again. He
slipped from her ankle, keeping his back to her to conceal his excitement, and
walked around to the sole of her left foot. Spreading the moisturiser again, he
started his massage. Kneeling down, he used his hands to rub her heel, noticing
how deep it was pushing into the couch cushion ‘there’s enough weight there to
crush me if she moved’ he gulped. Progressing upwards, he started using his
shoulder to push into her arch, causing her to subconsciously splay and point
her toes, the surface infront of him alternating from smooth to wrinkled.
Unfortunately, misjudging his balance, he slipped and fell face first into her
sole.
Feeling his
body hit her, she looked down from the movie “you ok there?” asking, unable to
see him behind her foot
Head
popping to the side of her foot “yes goddess, I just slipped, I apologise”
“No
problem, you’re doing great!” she smiled turning back to the TV
For a
moment he paused, the warm smile showing her nice side he thought ‘she’s
beautiful’ as his cock sprang to full attention, making him hide from her view
again ‘shit… I have to keep going’ and with that he renewed rubbing his hands,
arms, and shoulders into her foot. When he finished with the ball of her foot,
he attempted to reach her toes, but had to stretch high which reduced the
pressure he could exert. Feeling this, she tilted her foot down, bumping him in
the face. Looking up to the dark crevices of her toes, he started pushing up
with his hands, rubbing each digit, and sliding cream everywhere.
Finishing
up, he walked across to the right sole, glancing up at her ‘damn, she’s so
cute’ he thought, knowing if the situation was different he would likely be
hitting on her in a bar somewhere.
As he
repeated his massage process on the right sole, he couldn’t help but imagine
his life being her partner. The money would be awesome, and her body was
smokin’ hot’ unfortunately this train of thought allowed lust to overtake him.
Rubbing his left shoulder into her arch, he took his rock hard member in his
right hand and started stroking – the moisturiser acting as a perfect
lubricant.
Stroking
faster and faster, he closed his eyes and increased the tempo of his shoulder
rubbing into her until he felt ready to blow his load. Resting his chest and
face against her sole, he stopped moving his body and furiously beat himself as
he shot his load onto her foot. Opening his eyes, he looked at his seed splattered
across the bottom of her arch, trickling slowly down to her heel and peeled his
body from her lavender scented skin. Feeling the couch shake, he suddenly
panicked, remembering what had happened to him last time he touched himself
infront of her as her foot rose, exposing her half seated position with a look
of rage on her face, he fell to his knees in pure terror.
‘Wow he’s
really getting into this’ Sophia thought as she felt his shoulder rubbing hard
into her arch, getting faster and faster until he pushed his whole body into
her foot… feeling him suddenly freeze… a moment later he peeled himself from
her ‘oh no… he didn’t’ she thought as she sat up and lifted her foot. Seeing
him look up at her with his hand still around her member, he dropped to his
knees as her teeth clenched and she scowled at him.
“What… did…
you… do…” she growled menacingly as he started babbling incoherently at her.
“Ergh you pervert!” and with that she lowered her foot so that the ball was
infront of his face. Angling her foot forward and pointing her toes up, she
slammed her foot into him and crushed him into the arm of the couch with her
ball. Grinding hard she felt his body creak as his bones threatened to break,
but she did not relent, leaning forwards and applying further pressure until
his struggles ceased. Pulling her foot away, he slumped down into a seated
position, legs splayed apart as he gasped for air
“I’m…
sorry…god… goddess” he pleaded.
Chapter 8 – Perishables, Part III by Mamamoo
Chapter 8 – Perishables, Part III
“I told you
earlier, you don’t get to enjoy something unless I tell you to! Was that not
clear!?” she said loudly him causing him to flinch. “You’re disgusting…” she
whispered as she brought the big toe of her right foot down on his now flaccid
cock, his protective instincts making him immediately grab the digit and try to
push it away. “LET GO!” she screamed at him, causing him to shudder and whimper
as he lowered his hands to his sides “good…” and with that she pushed her toe
down and forwards, forcing his body into the crevice between the cushion and
the armrest.
As he heard
her say “good…” he felt tremendous pressure on his crotch, threatening to crush
his entire pelvis. Fortunately for him, the gap in the couch allowed his body
to be pushed back relieving some of the pressure, a preferable option to being
stuck somewhere unable to move and receiving the full force of her onslaught.
This relief soon vanished though as he realised she would not relent, his body
folding in half over her toe, forcing his face into the top of her foot.
Watching
from above, she felt a slight satisfaction at his plight, the gap that had been
his saviour would now act as a tool for her. Pushing further, his butt slid
into the gap, causing his legs to rise, his legs contacting her sole and his
upper body to fold forwards. When he was wedged in the gap and his face was
stuck to the top of her foot, she paused and said down to him “now then… your
punishment…” and started grinding her big toe around, hard. Unable to move his
body at all, her rough tip smashed around his pelvic region and threatened to
disintegrate his shaft and balls. The only thing preventing friction burns was
the cream he had applied minutes prior.
Screaming
in agony as the cruel digit violated him he thought this was the end when felt
her pause, the toe manoeuvring his shaft so it was pinned upright against his
belly. Not sure what she was stopping for, her toe curled back and pushed down into
his legs, before sliding forwards. With horror he suspected what was coming,
his worst nightmare coming to life when her toenail rested gently against the
base of his shaft. Praying she wouldn’t do it, he babbled various pleas for
mercy as the pressure increased, her nail acting like a slow moving guillotine,
feeling the sharp surface threatening to sever his dick from his body. Begging
her to stop, he felt the movement cease but not let up, still leaving him
squirming in pain.
Looking down
at his pathetic struggles she took a gulp from her glass, and not wanting to
destroy him too quickly, she ceased her movement, growled “I’ll show you mercy,
this one time” she decided quickly pulling her foot back and yanking his body
with it which collapsed onto the cushion, he curled up into a ball holding his
crotch. “But you are on your last warning. If I see you… if I even think you’re
going to touch yourself… I will tape you to the floor with your limbs spread
eagled… I will pinch your pathetic dick between my big toes and use their nails
to cut it off… then I’ll grind my heel into your crotch until your body caves
in… do you understand me?”
“Yes” he
whimpered
“Leaning
forward she whispered “Yes… what…?”
“Yes,
goddess”
“Ok! Glad
we had this productive discussion” she beamed, suddenly flipping from
mutilating monster to a happy picture of pure innocence as she sat back. “Now,
keep rubbing… your goddess commands it” as she turned and lay on her left hip
with her head resting on the mountains of cushions beneath her and facing the
TV. Her feet now lay on their sides infront of him, her left foot bent closer
to her, gulping her wine.
Not wanting
to give her the slightest reason to execute him in the brutal method she had
outlined, he slumped forward, still holding his battered crotch with his left
hand. Looking up he saw her glare at him
“I told
you, no touching” she cooed
“I’m not
goddess, I promise, it just hurts” he begged
“Don’t
care, drop your hands now” after a moment he lowered his hands, wincing as his
flaccid member flopped down infront of him “you don’t look damaged… man up and
get to work while I still see use in you” he nodded as he leant forward and
started rubbing the heel of her right foot “uh-uh” she chided “that won’t cut
it now… I want to feel you kissing them as you rub”
Complying,
he leant in, planting kisses on her smooth heel as he rubbed with his hands.
Progressing along the length of her foot, as he planted a kiss on the webbing
between her big and second toe, she scrunched hard, threatening to snap his
neck. Fortunately the pressure quickly subsided, and without wasting any time
he continued on his task, finishing up and crawling over to her left foot where
he repeated the process.
Sophia had
never felt this side of herself before, this dark and sadistic shadow waiting
to be released. She had never killed a shrinky before… well not intentionally
anyway. There was that one time her associate brought one of her 1-inchers to
the office and he managed to escape. She wasn’t sure how, but he ended up in
her right knee-high boot. Of course she didn’t notice that until she changed
into said boot and started walking, feeling something turn from a solid to a
liquid beneath her toes. Now however, she wanted to release this feeling and
relish in the power she felt.
Thinking
back on her two kills and close castration today, her heart rate started
increasing as her breath deepened. Glancing down towards him, currently lying
next to her left foot planting kisses along her arch she felt a tingling in her
nether regions ‘6 inches…’ she thought to herself ‘not too big, not too small…
his shoulders might be a bit wide… but it should work’.
He felt the
hairs on the back of his neck standing up, feeling the intense stare of the
woman whose feet he was currently worshipping. Looking up slowly over the cover
of her foot, he made eye contact with her. The expression on her face was
unlike any he had seen thus far. He had seen angry, happy, seething, joyful,
but this… this was a face of someone overcome with lust. He gulped and flopped
forward onto her foot, redoubling his efforts in order to distract her, kissing
her sole as he rubbed hard using his entire body.
Making eye
contact she saw his face freeze for a moment before he threw himself on her
foot, clearly trying to prove his use in that regard. Unfortunately for him,
this display of pathetic doting only served to spread the tingling she felt in
her crotch. Reaching forwards her right hand grabbed him by the wrist causing
him to jump as she wrapped her fingers around his entire arm. Squeezing hard as
she lifted him, causing him to groan in pain she sat up, lowering her feet to
the ground. Standing slowly she dangled him infront of her crotch, his groaning
ceasing as he noticed the wet patch.
“No…
please… no!” he shouted at her crotch.
Ignoring
him completely, she stood and padded into the kitchen, opening a draw and retrieving
some sticky tape before returning to the couch. Using her left hand to pull her
pyjama shorts down, they passed her hips and fell freely to the floor. Sitting
back she raised her feet onto the couch next to her, bending her knees and
spreading her legs as far as she could, exposing her already moist pussy. Still
begging her to stop, she wordlessly dumped him on her still clothed stomach,
manoeuvring his arms to his sides and securing them there with tape. Repeating
the process she secured his ankles, then brought him to her face.
He implored
her again to stop, but this only served to turn her on further “beg me” she
whispered “beg your goddess to stop” holding his face infront of her lips which
parted slowly, her tongue snaking out to moisten the padded surfaces
He needed
no encouragement and began pleading for his life and promising to do anything
she wanted. After running out of things to say and ceasing his efforts she
simply looked at him
“…no…” and
with that she pushed him forwards, sliding his head into her mouth. Her lips
wrapped around his shoulders as her teeth pinched his neck, her tongue starting
to lather him with saliva.
Pulling him
from her maw, choking, she turned him around and spat on his trussed up legs,
using her tongue to spread her saliva from his hips to his feet.
Holding him
in her right hand, she lowered him to her pussy and inserted his feet between
her folds. Pumping him gently in and out, she spat onto her left fingers,
lowering them to her clit she started rubbing gently. He was pushed deeper into
her with every thrust, her hard grip unyielding and threatening to crack his
ribs. The exertion left him unable to yell or beg any more, and he simply hoped
he would survive. After a few minutes of pumping her new dildo into her, he was
up to his shoulders. Stopping, she slowly pulled him from her and flipped him
around, holding his face infront of her sex. Without any reprieve, she forced
his head into her and slowly pushed deeper and deeper holding him around the
shins. Once her knuckles reached the outside of her lips, she retracted him
slowly, only allowing him half way out before pushing him deeper again. The
texture of his head, shoulders and rigid body rubbing her passage was far more
intense than the smaller one she had used earlier, causing her to gasp and shudder
involuntarily.
She lost
all sense of time as she pumped him in and out, not caring if he lived or died
within her as she massaged her clit with renewed tenacity, feeling herself
begin to tense. Edging herself for a few minutes she felt him suddenly start
wriggling within her, trying to escape. This threw her over the edge and she
lost all control and thrust him deeply within her, hitting her G-spot. She let
out a thunderous moan as her walls tensed and contracted around her prey,
squeezing him like a car crusher. Her orgasm caused her entire body to tense as
she thew her head back, arched her back, and pushed her feet down raising her
bum from the couch as her body shuddered and twitched uncontrollably, before
she crashed down breathing deeply and sweating as she felt her heart thumping.
After a few minutes basking in her post orgasm glow, she slowly pulled the tiny
from within her, dumping him unceremoniously onto the couch. Thinking he had
expired, she saw his chest rise as he suddenly coughed, expelling her viscous
fluid that had almost drowned him. Coughing repeatedly he struggled to clear
his airways, making her giggle softly.
Still
breathing deeply, she thought ‘Hmm, it’s getting late and I need to be up
early’ genuinely thinking he wouldn’t have survived the ordeal. Deciding it was
time to call it a night, she gulped the last of her wine, and lifted him from
the couch, ripping the tape off him painfully.
Grunting in
pain, he looked half dead already as she brought him up to her face, inspecting
his body. Seeing deep bruises already starting to form, dislocated joints and
potentially cracked ribs, she dangled him over the floor briefly, wondering
what more fun she could have before going to bed ‘maybe I give him a treat…’
she thought before letting go.
He landed
on his back hard, the impact knocking the little air he had managed to suck into
lungs. Lacking the will to move, he felt her warm toes prod his body,
manoeuvring him so his arms and legs were sticking out spread eagled ‘oh god,
no’ he thought as she spoke to him.
Seeing him
hit the floor, Sophia giggled as she used her toes to move his limbs around
until they lay spread out. Leaning forwards, crossing her arms on her knees and
resting her chin on them, they made eye contact as spoke in a soft voice “you
have done well, slave” sucking saliva into her mouth she let a small glob fall,
landing on his chest causing him to flinch from the impact “and I am a generous
goddess…” her kind voice brining hope to his dire situation. “I hereby give you
permission to enjoy this…” her soft voice like a whisper in the ear of a lover
as her big toes came together on his chest, collecting her saliva before gently
pinching his shaft, which almost immediately sprung to attention “good, that’s
good… you’ve earned this…” smiling lovingly at him, pumping his shaft up and
down gently. As he started breathing deeply, his eyes closed, clearly enjoying
the sensation. She switched tactics, grasping his shaft between the big and
second toe of her right foot and pumping them eagerly, her left big toe gently
traced the side of his body as it moved below her right foot, between his legs
and started gently rubbing his balls. Writhing in ecstasy, his hands looked for
something to grab onto, noticing this she moved her foot from his balls and
gently placed the ball on his chest, rubbing the sides of his face between her lavender
scented peds. His hands grasped her digits, and to her surprise he turned his
head, planting kisses along the inside of her big toe ‘wow he really is
worshipping me’. Increasing the tempo of her toes pumping him, she felt him
begin to tense as he rested his forehead against her big toe. Careful not to
push too hard, she increased the pressure on his chest as her toes squeezed his
head slightly. A few seconds later he came harder than he had in his entire
life, his body spasming as he gasped in pleasure. Looking up at her he smiled,
and she smiled back at him.
Satisfied
that she had fully embodied a goddess and feeling his seed dripping between her
toes, she decided to complete the act. Still seated on the couch, she used her
dark blue painted toes to spread his arms and legs outwards once more before
pulling them away from him, their eye contact not wavering for a moment. He
didn’t even resist as she spoke “well done… you live… and die at the whims of
your goddess” the warm smile twisting into a sadistic grin, resting her feet on
their heels and raising her wriggling toes over him “and now… you have served
your purpose to your goddess in full… I hereby release you… from life”
At her last
word, she slammed her feet down hard, simultaneously crushing his legs from the
knees down, grinding them cruelly until they were pulp, revelling in the
coughing screams of his pure agony. His body spasms in pain as his arms start
thrashing uncontrollably. Raising her feet once again, she repositioned them
above his arms, this time bringing them down slowly with her toes one at a time
pinning his forearms to the ground. Her big toes having secured his remaining
limbs, she pauses for a moment, before pushing down hard and raising her heels
from the floor as she leans forward. His screams renewed once more, she
couldn’t believe he was still conscious as she rotated her feet left and right,
grinding his arms into the floor.
Pulling her
feet away, she gazed at her masterpiece, his screams subsiding as the loss of
blood impacted him. Not wanting him to die from that, she moved quickly,
standing with her left foot on the ground beside his body she lowered her right
onto him, feeling her the arch resting on his upper legs and torso, the ball on
his chest, and with his head poking out between her big and second toes.
He looks up
at her as his struggles begin to subside, making eye contact one last time, she
decides now is the moment and pushes down as hard as she can, lifting her left
foot from the floor. The sudden increase in weight causing his entire body to burst,
sending blood shooting from every edge of her foot. Breathing deeply, she fell
back into the couch, grabbing her phone to set her alarm for the morning, and
letting sleep claim her.
Chapter 9 - The Drop off by Mamamoo
Chapter 9 – The Drop Off
Sunday
morning – Sophia’s perspective
Sophia woke
up to her alarm beeping aggressively at her “Ergh, my head” she mumbled, waking
up naked on the couch feeling sorry for herself. Sitting up, she held her face
in her hands, praying for the headache to subside. Looking down to the floor
she saw the remains of her last toy from last night, smiling at the memory “I
gotta shower” and with that she pushed up off the couch, getting some wet-wipes
from the kitchen and using these to clean the remains from the floor, dropping
the tissues unceremoniously into the bin.
Walking
down the corridor she entered the bedroom, seeing you standing at the entrance
to your temporary home, awaiting her
Sunday
morning – your perspective
Having
slept peacefully through the night, hearing nothing from outside the pod due to
its sound-proofing, you awoke slowly. Thinking to yourself ‘I wonder if she
came to bed’, this driving you to rise from your small bed and exiting the pod.
The bed was still in a mess from yesterday, signalling she had slept on the
couch, making you feel sad about the situation you were both in.
Without
warning, the bedroom door slammed open, and in she strode in her naked glory,
perky breasts bouncing in the air.
Glancing
briefly at you, she strolls past ignoring you completely, she walks to the
ensuite, turning her back to you and presenting her juicy arse, making you lust
for her again, regretting the way you acted the previous day. As she walked
away you glanced down, watching her soles rise and fall ‘oh my god, they’re
covered in blood!’. Shocked, you came to the realisation that the other two
shrinkies hadn’t made it through the night.
Sitting
down, you lost track of time as you pondered what you had missed during your
relatively peaceful night.
Sophia
walked back into the bedroom, towelling herself off and grabbing clothes from
the wardrobe. Without even looking at you she said loudly “get ready – I’ll
take you to Leah’s soon, then I’ll be heading to the airport. I’ll be back in a
few days then we can decide what to do” still clearly mad at you
Rather than
trying to diffuse the situation, you replied “fine with me, be nice to get some
time away…” and turned and walked into your pod, glancing back, seeing her
glaring angrily at your comment.
Standing
inside your pod you grabbed your head in your hands ‘what the hell is wrong
with me, why would I say that!? I should go apologise’. As you were about to go
and speak to your girlfriend your world started shaking, throwing you around
and banging you into all the surfaces (fortunately the furniture was all fixed
in place preventing them from moving), this earthquake stopped after a short
stint and you ran out of the door. Finding your pod was now on the floor by the
front door you look up, seeing Sophia standing over you, facing away and
putting her clothes on. Black jeans and a white shirt under a grey jacket on
top, professional but tightly fitting her frame making it sexy to boot. Looking
down you see her bare feet (now blood-free) slip into her black louis Vuitton
heels. Turning to around she steps forwards, not knowing you had left the
safety of your pod. Her foot slammed into the floor infront of you, the point
of her shoe literally missing you by an inch, you fell backwards and looked up.
Sophia reaches forward to grab the pod and sees you lying there, no hint of
concern in her face she says “are you getting in or what? I have to go right
now”.
Trudging
back into your pod, you feel the earth once again shake around you with
disregard to your safety.
After a 20
minute car ride, during which you remained in your pod the whole time, your
arrival at Leah’s was signalled by the hard stop of the car, throwing you from
the bed and slamming you into the wall.
Groaning
you stood up, only to be thrown the other way as Sophia yanked the pod from the
car.
‘Knock,
Knock’ you heard as Sophia banged on her friend’s door which shortly opened.
You couldn’t make out what was being said through the impressive sound proofing
of the pod, but could distinctly make out that Sophia was doing most of the
talking. After a few minutes you felt the pod move again, albeit more gently,
and put down. Walking out, you expected to say bye to your girlfriend, but as
you stepped into the world, you found yourself face to face (literally as she
was bent over the surface your pod was now resting on) with Leah
“Hey little
guy!” she shouted excitedly, her perfect white teeth in contrast to her olive
skin glistening right infront of you, her deep brown eyes beaming into yours.
Standing about eye-level with her chin, you couldn’t help but glance down
seeing her massive bust aided by gravity, threatening to rip through the
sunflower yellow summer dress she was wearing “we are going to have so much
fun!” she continued
“Hey Leah”
you replied, head spinning from the motion you had been recently subjected to
“Good to see you! Is Soph still here? I was hoping to say bye”
Leah was
beautiful and intelligent deep down, but she was a tad ditsy on the surface.
That probably helped as a pre-school teacher.
“Aww aren’t
you the cutest!” she exclaimed as she prodded you gently in the chest, looking
down at her finger you suddenly realise you were stark naked “she had to run,
late for her plane, sorry!”
You grabbed
your crotch to cover yourself and spluttered up at her “oh my god, I am so
sorry I forgot… I have clothes inside, I’ll be right back” scuttling back into
your pod you shut the door and dropped to your knees, head in your hands
completely mortified with embarrassment. You hear Leah mumble something, but
can’t make it out ‘damn, this sound proofing is good, but an intercom would be
helpful’ you think, as you grab clothes and dress yourself.
Sunday
morning – Leah’ perspective
Watching
his naked butt scuttle into the pod was the cutest thing you had ever seen
‘bless him’ she thought and said “no worries, I’ll make some breakfast” turning
to the kitchen to whip something up, thinking about what to do with him. She
had said yes to look after him immediately as Sophia sounded desperate in her
call, but upon arriving and describing the past 24 hours in detail, Leah felt
bad for her that a nice surprise had turned into a shitstorm. She had comforted
Sophia, telling her it would all be ok in the end, and that her actions with
the other shrinkies were fine “they were already in the hands of that company,
right… they would have died regardless of it being you or someone else” she
reasoned which seemed to settle Sophia “at least they had their last day with
you, beautiful!”.
Living in a
large house in the Sydney suburbs, Leah had a huge open plan kitchen with a
large marble island on which the pod was located ‘hmm, I guess I’ll move him
into my room’ in the night. Leah was a primary school teacher in a prestigious
school, but her parent’s passing had left her with enough to buy a huge house
in an affluent area. Despite the money, she kept working as that was her
passion.
Settling on
pancakes, Leah started grabbing her ingredients and got to cooking
Sunday
morning – Your perspective
Taking the longest
time possible to get dressed, still embarrassed about flashing your
girlfriend’s best friend you slowly walked outside onto the huge marble island
‘damn’ you thought looking around at the well kept and light filled open plan
room. The kitchen itself wrapped around the corner of the room, with the island
you were standing on separating it from the large dining area where a table and
chairs sat next to the sliding doors, showing a well kept garden.
Turning
back to the kitchen you watched Leah cooking, your stomach rumbling at the
smell ‘wow I’m famished’ realising you hadn’t eaten in about 24 hours “I’ll
just wait for her here I guess” you said to yourself, sitting down with your
back resting against the pod.
Leah was
oblivious to you having joined her, busy mixing something in a bowl and cutting
up pieces of fruit. Reaching up to the cupboard on her tiptoes, she grabbed a
couple of plates and put them on the counter top. As she stretched up you had a
good look at her. Her feet were larger than Sopfia’s, with long grasping toes,
following up her toned olive skinned calves, your eyes stopping at her butt.
Large yet defined, you wished momentarily she was wearing something tighter
than the loose fitting dress, imagining how it would look in yoga pants.
Hearing a
sizzle sound, Leah had added the batter to the frying pan, and started grabbing
fruit to arrange on the liquid batter before it cooked. Flipping the pancakes a
few times, she plated them up and turned, looking to see if you had emerged yet.
Waving at her, her face broke into a smile as she walked past you to the table,
placing the two plates down. Coming back she lowered her hand next to you and
smiled warmly “hop on!”, not waiting to be asked twice you jumped on. She
placed her other hand around you to make sure you couldn’t fall, and stepped
over to the table before placing you at the setting next to her infront of a
plate the width of your house (from your perspective) with a pancake the same
size as the one on her plate.
Looking up
at her you said in a joking tone “Sure you made enough for me?”
Gasping,
she brought her hands to her mouth “oh my god, I didn’t even think about that!”
she exclaimed
“Just
messing with you!” you replied “it looks delicious, but yeh I’ll only be able
to manage a bit, the rest might go cold… why don’t you take like three quarters
of it and ill take the rest”
“Good idea”
she smiled as she reached over with her knife and fork, plunging the fork into
the part closest to you and using the knife to cut out a pac-man like shape,
leaving you the smaller mouth shaped section.
Seeing the
fork and knife tear something that size apart with ease made you gulp ‘shit, I
need to make sure she doesn’t forget where I am at all times!’ not trusting her
fully to not accidentally hurt you.
Tucking in
with your hands you thanked her “mmm this is delicious!” you said between mouthfuls.
“Aww thanks
cutie!” she smiled as she cut a strip of pancake from her plate, rolling it up
and piercing it with the fork which she brought to her mouth, slipping the fork
past her pillowy lips which closed after it, then slowly slid the now bare fork
out.
Watching
the parcel of pancake disappear into her mouth, you thought about how you
weren’t much bigger than it. With complete ease she chewed it up, obliterating
it – the thought of getting picked up and dropped in there terrified you ‘I
wouldn’t stand a chance’
After you
had both eaten your fill, Leah turned to you and asked what you wanted to do
“I don’t
know really… we could go for a drive? I haven’t seen much of your area, but
Soph always said it was beautiful?”
“Ohh good
idea, let me go put something more practical on then we can go!”
“Sure
thing!” you replied
Leah helped
you to your pod, and then left the room, heading upstairs to get changed.
Watching her bare feet slap across the laminate flooring, you thought about how
lucky you were. She was hot, and one of the few people you knew that still
viewed shrinkies as human beings, making you feel safe being there. Maybe
Sophie would leave you here until the cure came?
Sunday
morning – Leah’s perspective
Leah
bounded up the steps to her bedroom, closing the door behind her and leaning
against it, breathing deeply “damn, he was always cute full size – now he’s
downright scrumptious!” she giggled to herself “he doesn’t know that Soph is
going to end it with him when he gets back… I hope he wants to stay with me
rather than going to one of those facilities”. Taking off her dress, she opened
her wardrobe and picked out her outfit. Tight blue leggings and a white double
V neck t shirt, that would expose her chest to about half way down her
cleavage. Looking down at her feet, she scrunched her toes and thought about
footwear ‘hmm we might walk a bit, joggers I think’, she reached down and
opened her sock draw, grabbing a pair of ankle high white socks. Pausing. She looked
at the balled-up black knee-high sock she had worn yesterday with her knee-high
boots, she prodded it firmly. At her touch the ball began moving, causing her
to smile and reach down picking it up. Proceeding to her bed, she put her
clothes down before unwrapping the ball, turning it upside down and giggling as
a 2-inch tiny slid out and crashed down onto her bed. Turning he looked up at
her, blushing at her body glad in red panties and push up bra “please don’t put
me back in there” he begged.
“Hmm, have
you learnt your lesson, naughty boy?” she said in a mock teacher accent “you
really want to run away from ‘this’?” she asked emphasizing her body
“No… I’m
sorry, I just got scared Leah… you said we could play over the weekend but that
was over a week ago! You need to turn me back, my family will be wondering
where I am!”
The tiny
man’s name was George, and he worked at the same school as her. He had always
been checking her out and making excuses to visit her classes. It was nice
having the attention, but annoying that it came from an older married man.
Eventually Leah had enough and told him that she only liked ‘little men’ and if
he was genuinely interested then he would prove himself to her by getting hold
of the virus. She didn’t mean it, it was just a way of getting him to leave her
alone, but somehow he had found a discounted kit online and purchased it,
turning up at her door the previous Friday after work with a huge smile. Leah
had tried to tell him that she had no interest, and how she had only said that
as a way to get him to leave her alone, however mid-conversation he froze and
fell over. Leah jumped and was about to call an ambulance when she saw his head
start shrinking, followed by his hands and legs as he disappeared up into his
shirt – he had clearly given himself the virus just before knocking, hoping to
delight her.
Frustrated,
she dug through his shirt, finding his unconscious form and carrying it into
the house with his clothes. Grabbing his phone she flipped it open and found
his wife’s number. She called it and spoke to her about what had happened,
apologising profusely – but the wife just laughed, telling her that she had
wanted a divorce for a while, and this was a perfect way of him removing
himself from the picture. Shocked, Leah asked what she should do with him, to
which the wife’s response was to keep him, kill him, turf him onto the street,
or she suggested - take him to one of those mini hotel facilities and drop him
there for a week, she would even send Leah the money to cover it. After that
she would consider going and getting him if she found herself missing him
That was
just over a week ago, and Leah had kept him since. Not expecting to find any
joy in having him around, she actually had an amazing weekend being served by a
little slave. He rubbed her body with lotion, massaged her feet, even painted
her nails – and Leah found he actually was fun to converse with. His ‘payment’
for services was her making him cum in different and creative ways, something
he was more than happy to receive. However as the weekend ended he asked to be
cured… Leah refused. She didn’t tell him about his wife, she didn’t want to
crush his heart – so she made out that she wanted to keep him a bit longer, and
that she would sort things out with his wife. Last night, after a whole week
using him as a slave he had clearly had enough and wanted to get home, sneaking
out of the shoebox she had him sleep in whilst she slept, he made it to almost
to the front door which he hoped to climb under, when she found him. Grabbing
him roughly she went to her laundry room, opening it and finding the socks she
had been wearing with her boots the previous day, opening the end and dropping
him in. She told him through the fabric not to try escaping again, and with
that she balled the sock up took him to her bedroom, locking him in her drawer.
“Ok fine”
she stated “now you need to listen – I have a good friend staying here, he is
also a tiny but he doesn’t know you’re here, so I need to take you home when I
can sneak you out. Just stay here and out of the way and I will drop you back
tonight, ok?”
“Why not
give me the cure now??”
“Because I
can’t sneak you out at full size… just stay in my room out of trouble and
you’ll be home tonight ok?”
“Ok… thanks
Leah, I really have had a good week” he smiled up at her
“Yeh me too
cutie pie, maybe we do it again sometime?” she grinned as she picked him up
“but for now… you were still a naughty little boy, weren’t you” pouting and dropping
him back into the sock and balling it up, returning it to the drawer.
Leah had
always projected the image of a bubbly and considerate person who also believed
in the rights of shrinkies as they were still human, this mostly being accurate
as she was indeed fun, outgoing, and always went out of her way to help people.
Indeed once upon a time she had viewed the little people full human beings,
however, this outer façade hid a darker version of herself.
It had started
about a year ago, she was in school late filling out reports for the parents of
the children to go over their progress. She wanted to be comfortable so had
slipped her calf boots off and popped some of the buttons on her shirt, giving
her girls some room to breathe. The walls in her clasrrom had small posters
showing people being kind to shrinkies – her hope being this would rub off on
the children subconsciously. Sitting with her left leg crossed over her right,
her right foot within its light pink sock was flat on the ground, with her left
foot resting just on its big toe. She felt an itch on the sole of her elevated
left foot, so uncrossed her legs and lowered that sole above her planted right
foot, reaching those toes up to scratch as she rubbed her foot back and forth,
sighing as she got it. Returning to her previous position, she felt her big toe
push into something as it landed, something that started wriggling under her.
Gasping, she jumped up, the chair falling back to the floor with a crash, thinking
a bug had tried to bite her – she was shocked to look down at a 3-inch tall man
lying on the floor rubbing his leg. She picked him up and placed him on the
desk, checking he was ok. He apologised for making her jump, accepting full
responsibility for his injury as he had no other idea but prod her foot to get
her attention. He had come to her for aid as he saw the posters on her wall
when he went scavenging for food, feeling he could safely approach her and ask
her to take him to a shelter. During their conversation, the principle suddenly
barged in causing Leah to jump, inadvertently knocking the desk she was working
at, causing the tiny to lose his balance and fall over the edge. Landing in her
right tan coloured boot, which was positioned just below him, he survived the
drop but was trapped in her shoe, unable to climb back out.
The
principle told her he was locking up and setting the alarms so she had to leave
with him, complying she slipped her boots back on, and glanced to her desk not
seeing the tiny man anywhere. She guessed he must have hidden, so decided she
would try and find him tomorrow. Meanwhile the tiny man had managed to position
himself in the toe of her boot in a way that allowed him to throw himself
forward as her pink sock rolled towards him, keeping most of his upped body on
the top of her toes, he thought he would be safe until she removed the foot
from her boot.
Standing up
she started walking, unaware that a tiny man was half lying on her toes, with
his feet planted on the insole of the toe section of her shoe to brace himself.
Heading to her car she felt another itch on top of her right foot, so stopping,
she used the heel of the left to grind the spot. Unable to fully get the itch
to fade she gave up and got into her car driving home. Upon arriving home she
pulled her boots off, and dropped them, causing the tiny to roll out of the
opening, battered by the grinding heel and crashing steps she had taken, he was
still alive. Standing up he tried waving at her, but had finally run out of
luck, stepping forward her right heel drove him into the ground, breaking most
of his ribs and smashing an arm to pieces – she felt this and jumped, seeing
him lying in shock. Distraught, she burst into tears not knowing what to do and
crouched down asking him how she could help. He begged her to end his pain, and
she slowly agreed, hating seeing him suffer. She stood up and rose her right
foot above his broken body intending to smash him and end it quickly, however
she faltered at the last moment and instead rested her sock-clad foot on him,
suddenly queasy about what she had to do. Gathering herself together, she
covered her eyes and ears as she rose her heel and pushed her ball down,
grinding hard, knowing he wouldn’t survive. Unable to bring herself to look she
simply kept grinding until there was nothing left, knowing if she saw him in
even worse pain it would crush her soul. After a few minutes she decided it was
safe to look, and looked down to just a small pile of mush, fresh tears rolling
down her face. Pulling her sock off she ran to the kitchen and threw it in the
bin, grabbing a bottle of red wine and a glass, removing the cork and started
chugging from the bottle. Getting a good third of the way through she thought
she had to clean up sooner rather than later, so took some wipes and cleaned
the floor, throwing the wipes in the bin and sitting on the couch with her wine
(now in a glass) weeping as she drank deeply. She called her friend Sophia to
tell her what had happened and Soph managed to calm her down. Finishing the
bottle soon after, she went to bed finding herself unable to sleep, wondering
why remembering the feeling of him being crushed beneath her sole made her feel
a little bit excited.
Chapter 10 - The Day Out by Mamamoo
Chapter 10 – The Day out
Sunday
morning – Your perspective
Waiting
patiently by your pod, you eventually heard the sound of Leah coming back
downstairs, your jaw dropping as she entered the room. Her white double next
t-shirt was barely able to contain her huge bust, and the twirl she did on her
way in showed you exactly what you wanted to see – her fabulous arse glad in
skin tight fabric. She walked quickly towards you, the steps causing her chest
to jiggle – you genuinely wondered if her boobs were about to rip through her
top. Stopping infront of you she lowered her palm and said “your ride awaits,
sir!”
Stepping on
to her palm you think to yourself ‘that would be one hell of a ride’, her soft
skin smells like cocoa butter and her larger than average hand actually makes
you feel safe and secure. Lifting you up to chest height you turn to face her,
intending to ask where you are going but find yourself face to face with a
perky paid of double-Ds each of which are the size of a bus to you, stammering
you mouth out “ergh… wh…where…we go… where, are we going?” trying to look at
her face towering above you rather than the view at eye level
Leah
replies “not sure yet, fancy a drive to this little café I know that is on a
cliff overlooking the sea?”
“yeh sounds
good” you turn and face forwards to resist the temptation to stare,
simultaneously hiding the semi you are now sporting as Leah walks to the front
door, opening it and stepping out into the warm sunshine. Basking in the
beautiful day, you close your eyes as she steps softly, after a minute you here
her keys jingle and a loud ‘Clunk’ as her car unlocks. Opening your eyes you
gasp, seeing her ride – an Audi TT RS Roadster in deep red “wow… if I knew you
had this I would have been over a lot more!” you shout up at her causing her to
giggle
“Wow…” she
smiled “so you’d come here for my car over my company?” raising her eyebrow and
looking at you in a mocking judgmental way
“You know
what I meant!” you laughed back.
Giggling
she replied “yeh, I know” and opens the driver side door, sitting in and
placing you on the passenger seat. She leans over you to grab the seatbelt, and
looking up you see her breasts right above you hanging down threateningly like
two massive boulders. Sitting back she pulls the seatbelt across you and clips
it in “ok so hold on, its not a long drive” and with that she fires up the
roaring engine and rolls forward.
Sunday
morning – Leah’s perspective
Setting
off, Leah was being extra careful with her movements, no excessive braking or
accelerating, and turning as softly as possible. Glancing down at you
occasionally, she sees that you are holding tight to the seatbelt ‘safety
first!’ Thinking about what else to do whilst she’s looking after you she loses
focus for a moment, not seeing a traffic light change from green to yellow,
suddenly realising the change she hits the brakes harder than she intended
catapulting you over the seatbelt and landing on your back
“Oh my god!
Are you ok? I’m so sorry?”
Sitting up
you confirm you’re fine with a thumbs up “Yep, nothing like a smooth stop!” you
mock
“Oh ha –
ha” she sarcastically replies “hold on let me pull over”
Pulling
into a car park, Leah looks down at you “well that clearly wasn’t a clever idea
now, was it! I mean you can’t even see anything down there can you?
“Well no,
but I don’t know where else I can go to be honest – maybe we should have
brought the pod and I could have strapped myself to the bed or something”
Talking
about him being strapped to the bed sent a tingle through Leah ‘mmm… if you
were full size I would happily strap you to the bed’ she thought “well, I have
one idea – are you ok with feeling constricted a bit, and with heights?”
Sunday
morning – Your perspective
“Err…” you
slowly reply wondering where you could go that would pin you in place at height
“I guess that would be fine”
“Awesome!”
she clapped and lowered her hand to you, her wide mouth breaking into a massive
smile.
Stepping
onto her left palm, she raises you infront of her and plucks you up between her
thumb and forefinger around your chest, rotating her fingers to face you
towards the front of the car. Wondering where you are going, you jump as your
back makes contact with her cleavage “hold on” you hear her say as her left
hand pulls her left breast aside, allowing you to sink in deeply “ok that should
be fine” as she lets go of you and her boob, letting it roll back over you,
pinning your legs and part of your torso between them – leaving just your chest
upwards free.
The warmth
radiating from her olive breasts, that same light smell of cocoa butter, and
the pressure pinning you in place was an assault on your senses. You weren’t
sure you had ever felt this overwhelmed by a situation before, struggling to
put a coherent sentence together you eventually babbled out “Are you sure?
Isn’t this… close?”
“Hey, we’re
all friends here, right!” Leah beamed “Safe and sound, and you can see out the
window now! Lets go – hold on!” and with that she started the engine again,
putting the car in gear and powering forward, faster now in the knowledge you
were held tight.
As the car
moved, you subconsciously threw your hands to the sides to stabilise yourself,
resting your hands on each of her massive boobs causing her to giggle.
Enjoying
the view you could now see, the roads turned from the straight city roads into
smaller winding country lanes. As the car turned corners, you became aware of
the feeling this had on the boobs pinning your body in place – the G force
pushing her breasts left and right, grinding them slightly against one another…
with you in the middle. Awkwardly aware of this, you thought back to some porn
you had watched where a woman took a shrunken man, spat on his naked form and
rubbed him between her breasts, bringing him to orgasm. The sudden association
made your member stand rock hard, pushing against the small trousers you were
wearing ‘thank god’ you thought, not wanting to insult Leah by resorting to
baser instincts. ‘Why would she put me here though?’ you thought ‘does she like
me? Or is it really just the most practical way for us to travel?’ getting in
your own head, you tried to push your feelings away, and cleared your mind
attempting to discourage your boner.
Arriving
without further incidents, Leah parked up next to a quiet café overlooking the
ocean. Stepping out of the car, Leah said “Ok, ill go inside and order – just
got to put you somewhere safe so no one tries to hurt my tiny friend!” she
smiled, plucking you from her chest. “Ok, hang on I’ll be in and out as fast as
I can” blowing you a kiss she lowers you to her side and uses her fingers to
pry the tight pocket from her skin. Sliding you in, she retracts her fingers
causing the fabric to snap back and pin you face first to her thigh, happy you
are secure she walks in and approaches the counter, ordering a coffee and a
croissant.
Whilst she
waits she gently strokes your outline in an effort to keep you calm and knowing
she remembers you’re there – in reality the feeling of her giant digit
caressing the back of your body only served to excite you.
After a few
minutes you feel her leg move again as she heads outside. Finding a table she
places her coffee and food down, before reaching into the pocket and pulling
you out by your arm, gently depositing you next to her plate. Smiling down at
you she says “tuck in if you’re hungry!” as she takes a sip of her coffee.
You oblige
and step on to the plate, grabbing the croissant with both hands and taking
large bites of the crust, causing your care taker to giggle. After a few
mouthfuls you feel you shouldn’t be rude, so you step back saying to her “Your
turn! I don’t want to hog it all” laughing at the joke that you would be able
to make some real impact to the food.
“Such a
gentleman!” she coos reaching down and grabbing the croissant between her
fingers, lifting it to her mouth. Looking down at you and without breaking eye
contact, she tilts her head slightly to the left and opens her mouth wide,
shoving a good few inches into her maw before her teeth snap down into the
tasty treat. She pulls the croissant back and jerks her head the other way,
tearing a chunk out of it and chewing it before gulping loudly, at which point
she finally looked up to enjoy the view
‘Shit, she
could literally eat me whole’ you thought to yourself, gulping nervously and
turning to enjoy the sea air on your face.
After
sitting and chatting for a good hour about meaningless things, Leah stands and
picks you up “ok, lets go for a bit of a drive then head home, have you been to
the mountains recently?” asking as she steps towards the car
“No not for
a long time! That’s quiet a drive though isn’t it?”
“Yep…
better make sure you’re extra safe and comfy then” she smiles as she lifts you
once more to her chest, pulling her breast out of your way and depositing you
in their friendly grasp. This time she repositions her boobs and bra, pushing
them together and pulling apart slightly to get comfortable, this causing her
mounds to roll up and down most of your upper body before finally stopping just
below your arms.
‘Wow, this
is intense!’ you think as she climbs into the car, fastens her seatbelt,
starting the engine and driving off.
Playing
loud music, she starts singing as she drives, making you laugh happily.
After a
while she turns it down and you both continue your conversation until you have
driven up to the mountains where Leah turns off to an outlook. Stopping to
enjoy the view for a few minutes, Leah holding you in her cupped hands, she
walks back to the car. By this stage you’re pretty tired and yawn loudly
“Aww is
someone sleepy?” she coos down at you
“Yeh,
sorry!” you reply
“No
worries, why don’t we get you comfy so you can have a nap on the way back” this
time as she raises you to her chest, she doesn’t turn you forwards. Instead you
watch head on as she grasps her left boob and pulls it to the side, exposing
her deep cleavage, which she slowly and deliberately starts moving you towards.
Once you are right at the base of her cleavage, lying face first against her
body, she rolls her boob back over you, her positioning perfect as she leaves
only your head and shoulders exposed. “Is that ok?” she asks in a concerned
voice
Initially
feeling claustrophobic, the warm and soft feeling soon calms you, and you reply
“Yes… thank you”
“Yay!” she
claps, climbing into the car and starting the return journey.
As you lie
there with your face deep in her chest, you realise you can slightly feel the
beat of her heart. This lulls you into a sense of safety and security, and
within minutes you fall asleep.
Sunday
evening – Your perspective
Your
slumber was broken by Leah poking you gently in the back with her finger “hey
little guy, wake up, we’re home!” she smiled gently down at you
Looking
around, you see that you are indeed back at Leah’s place, lying on the arm of
her couch “Wow… I don’t think I’ve had a nap that good in years!” you chuckled
“Glad I
could help then!” she smiled, sitting on the couch and towering over you.
‘I could
stay there all night’ you thought as you were lifted “What shall we do now?”
“Well we
got caught in traffic, so its around 5pm now” she explained “so I might make
some dinner for us, then we could watch TV?”
“Sounds
good to me!” you replied
“Ok, well
why don’t you stand on the counter and we can talk while I make us something”
lowering her right hand for you to climb onto
Stepping on
to her hand, you trip and land on your front, with your head just hanging over
the edge of her palm between her pointer finger and thumb.
“Careful!”
she exclaims, protectively wrapping her fist around your body, leaving only
your head exposed. Lifting you up to her face you see the genuine concern she
has for you
“Yeh my
bad…” you laugh “two left feet over here!”
“Aww, glad
you’re ok” she smiled “well let’s get dinner on the go!”
Holding you
infront of her as she strolls to the kitchen. Her warm skin cocooning your body
made you feel safe and secure, and a little turned on ‘damn her hand would feel
good rubbing my dick’ getting a slight semi you reel your thoughts back into a
PG place.
Arriving at
your destination, Leah lowers you to the counter and uncurls her hand letting
you step off
“Ok, how
about some moussaka?”
“Sounds
yummy!” you had tried her cooking before and it was sensational. The thought of
a nice meaty Greek meal coming your way got your stomach rumbling. You watched
as Leah turned and walked to the fridge, getting an assortment of ingredients.
Enamoured by her butt in the tight leggings, you feel yourself stir again ‘no,
not now’ you think to yourself ‘she’s being friendly and making me dinner, so
cut it out!’. Leah reaches to the bottom shelf to grab something, keeping her
legs perfectly straight and bending forwards at the hips, sticking her butt
towards you, the fabric stretching across her backside as it holds her cheeks
together “wow…” you whisper as your member springs to full attention.
Leah stands
back up slowly, satisfied she has what she needs and spins on her tip toes,
walking back towards you. No way of hiding the boner whilst standing, you sit
down crossing your legs to try and hide your excitement as she starts placing
ingredients down around you.
Sunday
evening – Leah’s perspective
Standing
infront of the open fridge, Leah decided what she needed to make the meal,
looking around and grabbing ingredients ‘I wonder if he’s watching me’ she
thought to herself ‘better give him something to look at’ bending forwards,
knowing exactly what she was doing to seduce her tiny guest. Grabbing some
cheese from the bottom shelf, she arched her back and stood slowly, stepping
away from the fridge and turning on her tip toes as she closes the door.
Walking back towards the counter she sees you now sitting with your legs
crossed and hands clasped in your lap, smiling as she thought ‘hah… I knew it,
bless him trying to be subtle’
Sunday
evening – Your perspective
‘Oh god,
does she know?’ you think in panic as she glances at your crotch then back to
your face, a slight smirk on her lip ‘I gotta distract her’ “so…” you start
“how long does it take to whip this up?”
“Oh not too
long, but it’s nicer with some wine and good company” she winks down at you.
Turning she fetches a bottle of red wine, a wine glass, and after digging
around in a cluttered draw for a minute she also produces a small thimble.
Opening the
wine she pours herself a glass and sploshes a little into the thimble, which is
pretty large by your standards.
As Leah
starts prepping ingredients she talks to you about her job and how its been
stressful recently due to budget cuts and stuff. You reply at the right times,
and listen at the right times, trying to be a gentleman and make her feel
valued.
After a
while the food is ready and she puts it in the oven to cook, picking you up and
placing you on the island and sitting gently on a stool. You are acutely aware
of her still mostly exposed breasts which you nestled asleep in earlier, are
now right infront of you once again, as she turns her head and has a big gulp
from her glass.
Looking
down at you she smiles and leans forward, resting her left elbow on the surface
and supporting her chin. For a minute you stare at eachother until she speaks
“thanks for listening, you really are a gentleman aren’t ya?”
“Well, I do
try, m’lady” as you throw a flamboyant bow infront of her, making her giggle
“Oh stop
it! A lady could get used to this sort of attention, you know!”
“Well you
deserve to have someone give you the attention! You’re a catch!” you respond
lightly
Pausing for
a moment, Leah licks her lips before replying “that’s nice of you to say, I’ve
had trouble meeting someone to be honest. My money seems to make guys uneasy,
like they want to pay for everything and can’t handle the fact that I prefer to
pay for dinners and movies” she continued sadly “the last time I rocked up at a
restaurant in my car, the guy just couldn’t get over it and tried to over-do
everything. I offered to give him a lift home at the end and he refused, then
never called me back!”
“What a
jerk!” you said throwing your arms in the air for dramatic effect “if you
offered me a ride I would takt it hands down!... who am I kidding, you
literally drove me around today until I fell asleep like a baby” you laughed,
making her smile again
Giggling
she responded “Exactly! I need a guy just like you!... Also you were pretty
cute falling asleep like that. Just feeling you nestled in and resting in
here…” running her right index finger down her chest to where your head had
been resting “… was just so comforting for me too”
Taking a
gulp from your thimble to help you avoid staring at her for too long you must
the courage and reply “I guess I can’t sleep there tonight, could I?”
Pausing for
a moment, Leah’s eyes look up to the left as she bites the inside of her cheek
in thought “Hmm… probably not… imagine if I were on my back with you sleeping,
and I rolled over. You could get stuck in there and get hurt, or suffocate…, or
even squish! Then who would keep me company and listen to me complain?” she
giggled
The thought
of being smothered between those magnificent breasts was both terrifying and
sensual at the same time, knowing full well if you were at full size you’d do
anything to get between them, but at this size you saw the logic “True, I
wouldn’t be much help if I was flattened!”
Laughing
and drinking some more, the conversation took a turn to the events that led to
you being here. You told her everything you had seen and heard, and also the
uncertainty of what had happened with the other two tiny men. You spoke about
how you felt aroused by Sophia’s actions, but still didn’t view the tiny men as
things to be tortured and killed.
Leah
listened to your tale, not interrupting once. Once you finished, Leah took a
minute to process everything before commenting “Yeh… wow… Soph told me a bit of
what went on when she dropped you off but she couldn’t stay long. She mentioned
that she had killed them, but I didn’t realise how hard she went on that one
you saw – that must have been scary to see that side of her… I wonder what
happened with the other two…” her train of thought interrupted by her phone
alarm going off. “Oh dinner is ready in five mins!” she stood up suddenly “You
run off to your pod to get into some comfortable evening clothes and ill do the
same, then I’ll serve us something yummy, that ok?”
“Sure
thing, it’s smelling amazing!” you reply as you turn and head to your pod.
Sunday
evening – Leah’s perspective
Watching
the tiny man walk away, Leah knew she didn’t have too long to get changed and
make the call she had been desperate to make as he told his story. Walking
briskly out of the kitchen she went upstairs to her bedroom and pulled her
phone from her pocket thinking ‘she will have landed a while ago now’ as she
went to her contacts and selected ‘Sophia <3’.
Ring ring…
ring ring… ring ring… ri “Hey hun, sorry I meant to call you earlier but I’ve
just been flat out since I landed” Leah heard Sophia’s slightly stressed out
sounding voice
“No worries
babe, just wanted to let you know all is good here – I just had a quick
question…” Leah paused
“Yeh of
course, what’s up?” Sophia replied
“Well I’ve
just been wondering… he’s told me about the first shrinky you played with… I
was just wondering what about the other two…?”
“… erm… oh,
ok… I didn’t think you wanted to know?” Sophia cautiously replied
“No I know…
it’s just that I’m curious… I don’t care or anything – like I said they were
gone from the moment that company got their hands on them… and I looked it up
and apparently most of them are criminals too, so its karma right?” Leah paused
for a moment “Look I’ll be honest, I’ve had… thoughts occasionally and I wanted
to know what you did and how you felt… please?” she begged
“Ok babe,
one moment just let me close the door so we can talk”
Whilst she
was waiting, Leah went into her wardrobe to get something comfortable. Deciding
on a mint green two-piece pyjama set, the top of which had a slim shoulder
straps, two buttons in the middle, and detailed white frilly lace where the top
of her boobs showed, whilst and the bottoms were short enough to barely cover
her bum. ‘Hmm… too forward…’ she thought as she also grabbed her dusty pink
waffle style robe. Carrying these over to her bed she heard Soph return to the
call
“Ok, so how
long do you have?” she asked
“Like two
minutes!” Leah whispered urgently
“Right,
speed and condensed version it is!” Soph responded and launched into as much
detail as time allowed. She told Leah how she didn’t really think about what
she was doing, she just incorporated her victims into her evening, like how she
wanted a bath and then to watch TV. Leah listened intently as Sophia told her
about psychological torture of the second man, followed by using him as a
utensil to get Nutella from the jar, before chewing him up and swallowing him.
By the time she finished detailing the third one masturbating onto her foot
during her massage, his subsequent punishment, then using him as a dildo before
crushing him underfoot, Leah was panting lightly.
“Wow… and
those were your first ones?” gulped Leah
“Well first
ones I’ve intentionally had fun with. You know how it is, they’re allover the
place so accidents happen, and then some just don’t move fast enough or are in
eye sight when you’re in a mood and need to take out your frustrations. But
yeh, those were the first I’ve actually used in an in depth manner…”
“Thanks for
letting me know, that’s pretty intense, but sounds… I don’t know… indulgent?
Not in a bad way of course! I mean it sounds like you had a good time!”
Laughing at
her best friend’s awkwardness, Sophia realised she had a meeting to get to “Hey
babe, I have to run, let’s talk tomorrow?”
“Sure!”
replied Leah and the line went dead.
Taking her
t-shirt off, Leah began removing her leggings – realising there was a slight
damp patch on the crotch. Putting her fingertips to the front of her black
panties, Leah gasped, feeling the wetness that she didn’t even realise she was
creating. Pulling her underwear off Leah opened her drawer and picked out a red
thong, smiling to herself as she put it on, before slipping into her pyjamas which
showed off her toned, olive midriff, then wrapped herself in her robe. Walking
towards the door, she slipped her feet into her fluffy Ugg boots and returned
downstairs to the kitchen, finding you standing by your pod in a set of tartan
full length pyjama shirt and trousers “oh my god that is so cute!” she
exclaimed, making you smile
Chapter 11 - The Night in by Mamamoo
Chapter 11 – The Night in
Sunday evening –
Your perspective
Leah came bounding
back into the kitchen moments after you had emerged from your pod, seeing you
in your tartan shirt and trousers which looked to be made from a handkerchief
or something she exclaimed “oh my god that is so cute!”
Smiling, you raise
your arms and do a little twirl to show off “Yeh… just a little something I
found, how cool is the pattern” you laugh
“Very good!” She
replied “fancy some TV? And more wine?”
“Sounds like a plan to
me!” you reply.
Once again she lowers
her right hand, but this time rather than offering you to step on, her cupped
palm rushes towards you, hitting you in the chest as her fingers curl around
your back, restricting your movement and leaving just your head protruding.
Lifting you up infront of her huge beaming smile she winks “you look good
enough to eat up for pudding!” as she licks her upper lip before biting her
lower one “don’t get too close or I might just eat’cha up!” play chomping her
teeth down infront of you. Your face must have frozen for a minute because she
quickly followed up with “just kidding silly! I can’t squish or eat my little
buddy now can I!”
Remembering the
previous talk about sleeping between her breasts and the potential for
accidental squishing, you laugh loudly to show you understood it to be a joke
“Nope, I wouldn’t be very useful then would I!”
“Nope! Now let’s get
comfortable and settle in” she said as she carried you to the couch, stopping
on the way to refill her wine glass and grab your thimble.
Leah’s couch is a dark
grey fabric two-seater with plenty of colourful cushions to use for comfort.
With hard-wood coffee table between the couch and the wall mounted TV opposite.
Leah pushed the
cushions around with her free hand, still gripping you securely, until she let
out a small satisfied grunt, signalling that she was happy with the setup,
holding you up she asked “hope you don’t mind, is mine – you can have the
right!”
“No worries, I wont
take up much space anyways!” you laughed back
Leah rested her fist
on the right side of the couch and unfurled her hand, releasing you from her
warm and comforting grip.
Stepping forwards, you
asked up at her “Ok, what do you want to watch?”
“Hmm… not sure, lets
browse Netflix, just gotta get comfy” and with that she undid the knot of the
robe belt, allowing the front to open gently, exposing the mint green pyjamas
beneath, and her toned olive skinned belly showing slightly. Sitting down
backwards onto the couch, she pivoted to the right and leant back on her
cushion pile, pulling her legs up and dropping one either side of you, letting
out a deep sigh. “Oh shit” she opened her eyes and looked down at you, standing
between her calves “I almost forgot you were there, so silly of me! Sorry!” she
held her hand to her heart as she apologised
“You’re all good!” you
reply “no harm!”
“Phew, glad to hear!
If I squashed you I wouldn’t get a foot rub from my little guest would I?”
“Foot rub?” you
struggled to remember if you had made a comment earlier in the day
“Well duh…” she
exclaimed as she put her hands to her sides in mock indignation “you think you
get a meal that good for free?” her beaming smile lighting up the dull room
“Oh well… I suppose
not” you stutter out, looking behind you at her feet which are probably four
times your height “I’m just not sure how to reach all of them!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be
sure to help” Leah smiled down at you, reaching to the floor and producing a
bottle of lotion
‘Where did that come
from?’ you wonder as she leans down and squirts a dollop onto the top of each
of her feet
“Well get going –
fancy watching the new top gun movie?”
“Sure!” you grunt as
you try climbing her calf, falling and landing on your back
Giggling, you hear
Leah say “aww, too high for my little foot rubber? Here let me help” pinching
you between her fingers gently, she pushes her feet together and places you on
the ankle of her left foot, angling them forwards slightly to make it easier
for you to walk on them. You note for the first time how protruding her muscles
and ligaments are, making it hard to walk without tripping
Stepping forwards you
roll your sleeves up and start spreading the lotion around, getting it pretty
even across the tops of her massive feet. Standing up you realise your sleeves
and trouser legs are covered in the lotion ‘ah well they can always be washed I
guess’ you thought. Almost sensing what you were thinking you hear Leah’s voice
“if you take your shirt off you wont get it as dirty!”
“errr sure” you reply,
undoing your buttons and removing the shirt from your back, watching Leah out
of the corner of your eye and seeing her bite her lower lip, before the large
grin returned.
“Ohhh someone’s been
working out!”
You laugh “thanks, I
try!” and return to your task whilst trying to watch the movie despite how
turned on this was making you. You had interest in a lot of the GTS aspects
when this life was just a fantasy for you, but feet, mouth play etc. were
things you really enjoyed. Literally walking atop a Greek goddesses feet was an
unreal experience for you, but you tried your best to make this as ‘friend
zone’ safe as possible.
Rubbing the cocoa
butter scented lotion around and massaging the tops and crevices of her toes,
Leah seemed to be in complete relaxation, gulping some of her wine and
commenting on parts of the movie
“Wow, half an hour on
them, that’s commitment” you heard her say, not realising that amount of time
had passed “how about the bottoms now” suddenly moving her feet apart, you fall
to the couch below, somehow landing on your feet and not falling
“Hey!” you shouted
“that could have hurt!”
“Oh hush, it’s a sofa!
I knew a big strong man like you could take the fall” winking, breaking down
any annoyance you had felt at the act “Now here you go” once more leaning
forward with the lotion bottle, but this time squirting a dollop onto your
chest. Smiling at you, she leant back and pushed her feet together once more,
creating a roof of wrinkled sole over you as she pushed her feet down even
flatter so you could reach them.
Reaching upwards, you
walked around lathering the lotion from your chest onto her heels, arches,
balls of her foot, and her toes. Satisfied you had an even covering you started
rubbing, commencing at the heel of her left foot and working upwards towards
the toes, as you passed her arch she momentarily flexed her toes, causing the
skin to stretch and smoothen before returning to its wrinkled and soft state.
Reaching her toes, you
were standing on the top of yours, barely able to reach and therefore deciding
to work the other foot. Once you hit the same problem, you step out of their
shadow and walk along Leah’s right leg (choosing this over the other to prevent
an accidental fall).
Leah noticed her
little guest had stopped rubbing, so she spread her legs to see what was
happening, inadvertently sandwiching you against the couch with her thigh,
expelling the air from your lungs
“Hey, where’d you go?”
you could hear her asking, before the pressure released and you fell to the
couch “Oh how did you get there?” she asked “that’s where I asked you to go!”
“I cant reach the
bottoms of your feet well, I’m too small!” you explained
“Hmm, ok how about
this” pushing herself a bit more upright, she bent her knees and placed her
feet facing eachother midway along the couch “there we go, you should be good
now” she smiled “I’ll even add some more of this” and with that dolloped more
lotion on her gargantuan feet
Thanking her, you walk
back down the couch and around her knee, until you are standing infront of the
chasm between her feet, toes pointing at you and wriggling in anticipation.
Each foot’s width was about your body height, making you a tad nervous, still
you had a job to do and you stepped between them – once again starting at the
heel of her left foot. Working your way up, you used all your strength and even
used your shoulders, back, and chest to rub her fully. When you reached her
toes, flexed and splayed her toes fully, giving you access to all the tiny
crevices, standing on her little toe to give you some height.
Her toes started
slowly contracting, wrapping around you and holding you tightly, burying your
face in the skin below her big toe before squeezing you gently and wriggling,
far above you could hear “ohhh yeh that feels good, get in there” increasing
the pressure until you were completely immobilised, your cock pressed into the
crevices of her middle toe, before releasing you and allowing you to fall back
onto the couch “That was nice, time for the other!” she grinned
After another 15
minutes you finished the second foot, with the same treatment at the end.
Stepping away you look up at her and tell her you’re done, and that frankly you
have no energy left
“Aww, bless! How did
it feel down there when I squeezed you? It felt good for me!”
“Yeh it felt nice,
like getting a whole body massage at once” you smiled
“Well in that case…”
she replied, sticking her tongue out as a look of concentration washed over her
face.
The walls which were
just the soles of her feet started moving on both sides of you, shuffling
around and repositioning, as Leah’s face looked down at you, a strange
expression across her eyes. “Hey Leah, what are you do…HMPF” your question
interrupted as the soles of her feet come together and sandwich you between
them pinning you between the ball of her right foot and the arch of her left,
leaving your head with room to breathe. As you get your bearings you feel her
start moving her feet once again, increasing the pressure before releasing and
pulling her feet apart slightly, before repeating the process a few times,
periodically forcing the air from your lungs. Before you can catch your breath
you hear “ohhhhh my god… that feels amazing!” in a low growl from above,
looking at the source of the voice you see that Leah has sat upright and is
arching her back, head looking up at the ceiling. As she brings her head
forwards again, eyes closed, a look of pleasure on her face, she starts rubbing
her feet back and forth. Fortunately the moisturiser you had applied allows you
slide around between her huge feet, not spinning much – if they were dry, you
imagine you would be spun around uncontrollably. The tempo of the rubbing
increases, and the pressure undulates, grinding across your trouser clad critch,
making you go hard. Confused, you still aren’t sure if she is intentionally
trying to rub you there or, or is she just oblivious and enjoying the feeling?
As you thought about reaching down into your trousers, the movements stops and
her feet move apart, letting you flop onto the couch.
“Damn little guy, that
felt sooooo good I can’t even explain it!” she said in a low voice, panting
slightly.
“No worries, it felt
good for me too, I’m glad I can make you feel good though. I’m exhausted now!”
“Aww, well you did
pretty good I think… oh look at your pyjama pants!” looking down you see they
are covered in the lotion “take them off before they stain!”
“Errr… I don’t have
anything else on Leah” you try to explain
“Oh hush” she replies
“we’re friends… right?”
“Of course!”
“Well then, lose the
pants!”
Complying, you remove
them and fold them up, placing them in a pile, covering your still semi-hard
penis with your hands, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
“That was really nice,
thank you! But I want more rubbing – what if I help you? I promise I’ll make it
worth your while” she asked, a sly smile on her face
“Yeh sure, I want to
keep going I’m just tired” you reply
“Ok, trust me then”
lowering her hand to the couch, you stepped on and are brought up to her face
where her beaming mouth blows you a kiss, before lowering down to her belly.
Tilting her hand from a small height, you fall and splat face first into her
belly, the toned abs cushioned by the soft skin covering them.
Bringing the index
finger of her right hand, she began rubbing your back up and down, the warm and
soft motion making you gulp as you felt your member begin to harden, pushing
into her supple skin.
Feeling her giggle
slightly, you realised the jig was up – she knew you were hard. Turning your
head towards her “Hey Leah… erm…” you tried to start but were interrupted
“Shhhhh… try to enjoy
this as much as I will” she whispered, suddenly pinching your hips between the
thumb and forefinger of her right hand, lifting you from her stomach. Glancing
down at your now rigid member, she looked into your eyes and smiled hungrily “I
guess you’re already enjoying this… well you’ve seen nothing yet…” as she sat
backwards propping her back up higher. You watch as her face increases in
distance from you, had hand turning you to face your next destination.
Gasping softly, you
see she has crossed her left foot over her right elevated knee and pulled it up
high, this is where you were heading. Stopping infront of her foot, she lowers
you to the heel, just out of reach before moving you upwards, getting a good
view of her entire foot before lowering you again.
On the descent, she
stopped midway and pushed you forwards into her sole, your face touching first
before your crotch was pushed in immediately afterwards. Pushing you hard into
her wrinkled arch, you feel her reposition her fingers, now her thumb is on
your left hip, her index finger on your butt, and the middle finger on your
right hip. “Kiss me…” you hear her whisper gently, barely loud enough to even
hear making you think you maybe misheard her. Pushing your crotch into her foot
hard, she said it again, louder this time “Kiss… me…”
Leaning forward you
plant kisses on her skin, still slick with the lotion you had recently applied,
hearing her moan softly as she pauses, giving you a moment of thought before
she decides to reward your attentions.
Leah starts rubbing
you up and down against her high arched sole, gently rubbing you against her as
your shaft springs to full attention. Moving you across the rest of her foot,
your face, chest, and shaft rubbing down around her heel, then back up the
outer edge of her foot until you reach her toes. Rubbing you from her small toe
across to the big one, your member rubs along the soft tips, as they wriggle
and grasp at your body as it passes. Pausing infront of her big toe, she curls
it in gently rubbing your face, before returning you to the space between her
big and second peds. These move together and grasp your tip gently, squeezing
softly and making you gasp in pleasure, wriggling gently against eachother and
rubbing your shaft between them. Not long later Leah lowers you and rubs your
crotch across the ball of her foot as she returns you to her arch where she
moves her fingers away as she pushes her palm into your back and butt, mashing
you into the moist skin. Pushing with her palm in a twisting motion, she grinds
you relentlessly into her wrinkled and leathery arch, tempo increasing as you
get closer and closer to blowing your load. Feeling her once again move her
palm away from your body as the same three fingers grip you, she scrunches her
toes hard, pushing the wrinkles in the arch of her foot to stand out, and
starts rubbing you up and down the textured surface again and again. Hearing
her whisper “yehhh… that’s it baby… you like that don’t you…” increasing the
pressure and forcing you to hump her warm, sticky sole. Feeling your deep
breathing against her moist skin sent tingling feelings to her nether regions,
serving to increase her drive to make you cum. Leaning forwards and pulling her
foot closer, her face hovered right behind you, her breath on you bringing you
to the edge as she ordered you “cum for me, now… I want to feel you squirt on
my sole” - With that you blew your load, spasming in ecstasy and passing out
from the exertion, slumping forwards onto her sole.
Sunday evening –
Leah’s perspective
Rubbing his body up
and down her foot, playing with him with her toes, grinding him into her, and
finally making him cum on command brought Leah to levels of excitement she
hadn’t felt in years. Feeling your body spasm in her grip as you blew your seed
onto her sole made her gasp out loud, the slightly damp feeling she had between
her legs turning fully wet. She gazed at your back as you slumped forwards onto
her foot, and she realised you had passed out. Reaching down she ran her free
hand under her pyjama shorts waistband and under her thong, rubbing herself
gently as she held you plastered into her sole ‘Oh my god, I have to do something’
she thought to herself, barely able to contain what she was feeling. Gently
removing you from her sole she carried you to your pod, opening it via the
release clips to open the lid, giving her full access to the inside. Placing
you gently on the bed she draped the small cover over you and closed the lid,
sealing you back inside as gently as she could. Turning away from the island in
her kitchen, she scurried back through the living room and upstairs to her
bedroom, closing the door and striding across to her sock drawer which she
opened roughly. Grabbing the balled-up knee high black sock with her other toy
inside, stepping out of her robe and pulling off her top and bottoms, she left
herself naked apart from her favourite red thong. Jumping onto her bed she lay
her back up against the mountain of cushions, unrolling the sock and sending
her tiny colleague crashing onto the bed between her legs.
Standing up George
started yelling at her “Leah what the hell! That hurt! You promised to take me
home tonight, now I demand you…” seeing the unfamiliar, predatory look on her
face he faltered “… I… look please just… just take me home… I’m not angry, just
take me to my wife… ok?
Leah looked down at
him ‘demand… he really thinks he can demand something of me?’ speaking slowly
through gritted teeth, she growled at him “Home?... To your wife…? Are you
freaking stupid!?” shaking her head at him, leaning forward so her boobs were
hanging threateningly over him “your wife doesn’t want you!” she said in a slow
monotone voice “she laughed when I told her what you had done… I mean you’ve
been gone over a week, did you really think she wouldn’t know something was up?
Tomorrow I’m taking you to a shelter and I’m dumping you there”
George looked stunned,
the information clearly a revelation to him.
Not giving him a
chance to respond Leah continued “So, for all intents and purposes, you are
MINE right now” she barked, as she grabbed him, bringing him to her face, her
normally friendly and soft eyes looking hard and angry “and as mine, I am the
one that makes demands” opening her mouth she shoved his 2-inch body into her
maw, snapping shut behind him and sloshing him around covering him in her
saliva. Spitting him into her right palm, she grabbed him hard and brought him
down to her soaking pussy, using her left hand to pull the thong fabric aside
she shoved him upright into her lips, mashing his body into her opening.
Holding him there with her right hand, her left now shuffled the underwear down
her hips to her knees where she could push them off with her feet. Her right
hand releasing him, he stayed stuck upright between her lips as she grabbed him
by the shins and pulled him downwards until his face was infront of her
opening. Thinking she heard him begging, she ignored his pleas, angled him
horizontally and pushed him hard into her passage, feeling him pop through her
tight opening and inside.
Initially the feeling
was amazing, Leah had never done this before and the feeling of his body
textures – his shoulders, his head, his hips – were all new and exciting to
her. Holding him firmly by the shins, she pumped him in and out, rubbing her
clit with her left hand and feeling the excitement grow.
Frowning, Leah lost
the momentum of the feeling, leaving her confused ‘ergh why doesn’t this feel
as good as I hoped?’ realising she was (ironically) used to something full size
going in there – his 2-inch frame whilst initially exiting, just wasn’t
sufficient enough in size to hit the spots she needed.
Grunting in
frustration, she pulled him out and dropped him infront of her crotch grunting
angrily. Ignoring his coughing and spluttering form, she rolled over to her
left and yanked her bedside table draw open, reaching in and grabbing her
favoured pink dildo in her right hand. Switching the vibrate mode on, she
rolled back and spread her lips with her left fingers, slowly pulsing the dildo
into herself.
Meanwhile George was
lying on his back, looking up at a dildo three times his size be pumped in and
out of the woman he had recently come to start loving, despite the hurt from
her words a few minutes prior. Deciding he didn’t like the situation, he looked
for a way up to get her attention, deciding the mountain of pillows would be
easier to scale. Setting off, he crawled under her slightly elevated leg and
began his ascent adjacent her butt, not stopping to ogle it. Seeing her in this
state was a shock for him, she was pulsing the dildo in and out of herself
slowly and methodically, eyes closed and completely oblivious to his existence.
Reaching her shoulder, he climbed on and started yelling in her ear to stop and
return him to full size immediately.
Hearing an
unintelligible yelling sound, Leah looked at her right shoulder and jumped,
seeing George there ‘don’t you dare ruin this for me’ she thought as she
stopped rubbing herself with her left hand and brought it up, grabbing George
roughly and bringing him down to her crotch. Without stopping she pushed him
into her clit and placed her fingers on his back, rubbing him into herself
hard. After a minute she thought to herself ‘oh god he can’t even be there
without getting in the way’ and picked him up by his leg, flinging him away
from her down the bed, landing next to her left foot. Looking down at him, Leah
reacted without thinking and brought her left foot up in the air, slamming it
down in sync with her next pump of her dildo, feeling her arch land on him and trapping
him there. As she continued pumping the dildo in and out of herself, she
started rubbing her foot forward and back in time, feeling exceptionally turned
on as she ground the pathetic man into her bed. Looking down at her foot she
moved her toes around until she grabbed him between her big and second toe,
keeping her heel planted as she lifted her toes up into the air, suspending him
helplessly as she pleasured herself. Waiting until he made eye contact with
her, she started grinding her toes and flexing her foot, squeezing him between
the monstrous digits. Enjoying this newfound power she didn’t even think about
the words she uttered towards him “you think you’re such a big man…” she gasped
“you can’t even get away from my toes…” pumping the dildo faster, pulling her
towards the edge “you’re pathetic…” at this point she felt her body tense up as
she involuntarily flexed her toes, dropping him to the bed. Not wanting to lose
momentum she slammed the ball of her foot down on his form as she pounded herself
with the dildo “you’re nothing..." grinding her foot “you’re a bug…”
grinding harder “you belong to ME!” she screamed the last word as she came
hard, plunging the dildo deep into her as she pushed her body backwards, her
feet sinking into the bed and pushing her arse upwards. Basking in her post
orgasm glow for a minute, Leah breathed deeply, the sweat on her body forming
droplets even as she lowered herself back to the cushiony base. Gasping for
breath she couldn’t believe how powerful she was, lifting her foot gently from
her colleague she saw the state he was in. Battered and bruised, he lay on his
back clutching his chest and struggling to breathe. Breathing deeply Leah
looked at his pathetic form thinking ‘he’s pathetic, I hate him’ deciding to use
her post orgasm bliss to fuel her desires. She places her feet either side of
him and pushes them together, catching him in their grasp. Feeling him
squirming and trying to break free, she rubs her feet back and forth against
eachother, rolling him between the leathery surfaces and resting her head back,
closing her eyes and focussing on the sensation. Rolling her foot back further,
she finds him under her toes and grasps him tightly between them to secure him
before bringing her other toes to meet their counterparts. Squeezing and
grasping him, she passes him between her deadly digits, feeling him thrashing
around trying to escape their grasp. Manoeuvring him around, she pinches his
legs between the big and second toes of her left foot, and his chest between
the toes of her right, eyes still closed she smiles as his hands try
desperately to push himself free. Leah starts rubbing her toes together,
grinding against his skin causing him to scream, pushing Leah to lower her left
hand to her clit and start gently rubbing herself again, sending tingling
sensations shooting up her body.
Pressing her big toes
together she rolls her feet outwards bending his body back, wondering how far
she could go before his spine simply snapped like a twig – his screams
increasing as she bends him further, and further, until she feels a point where
he cant go any further, releasing the pressure and bringing him back to a
horizontal position. Releasing his legs with her left toes, she turns her right
foot upwards, bringing him to a vertical position, opening her eyes and looking
down at him hanging from his chest above the bed, fear in his eyes she moans
gently “aww… did itty bitty Georgy not enjoy that?” her tone mocking him as she
squeezed her toes together slowly, feeling his body begin to compress as the
air is squeezed from his lungs before splaying her toes and releasing him,
allowing him to fall to the bed.
Sitting upright she
towers over him, leaning forwards and placing her feet on either side of him
once again, causing him to curl into a ball in fear “aww… I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean to scare you! Come here” plucking him up by the arm she raises him up and
above her head, tilting backwards she looks up at him struggling in her grasp.
Giggling, she lowers him into her open maw and releases him, sending him
slamming into her tongue. Snapping her jaw shut, she pushes him towards her
lips until his head and shoulders protrude, and then lowers her teeth onto his
chest pinning him in place. Her tongue starts undulating beneath him, rubbing
up and down his entire body, quickly bringing his member to attention, her moan
causing his entire body to vibrate as he starts panting, her tongue forcing him
to her bidding.
Leah is completely out
of her own body, just doing what feels good for her, with complete disregard to
the tiny man who lusted after her for so long, placing himself in her clutches.
Continuing her
relentless assault on his shaft by her tongue, Leah feels his body tense up
before spasming and shooting a load into her mouth, slowing her tempo and
increasing the pressure she makes sure she milks him dry, before leaning
forwards and opening her mouth, dropping him to the bed between her feet.
Not giving him time to
recover, she presses her soles together once again pinning him between them.
Feeling him struggle against her as she grinds back and forth without remorse,
grasping parts of his anatomy between her toes and squeezing hard, enjoying his
suffering. Eventually feeling him no longer resisting, she manoeuvres his body
with his back leaning against the arch of her left foot, bringing the ball of
her right to his chest, trapping him in place between her feet with only his
head protruding, staring up at her with a pleading look on his face. Feeling
nothing for him she begins pressing her feet inwards slowly but steadily,
building the pressure, watching as his face turns red as he coughs up blood. Lowering
her hand she rubs the top of his head gently and whispers “shhhh… it’ll be over
soon…”, pulling her hand away and smiling, looking into his eyes, she cruelly
twists the ball of her right foot into him, crushing his chest and ending him.
Falling backwards, she
gasps, mesmerised by everything that just transpired as she slowly retracts the
dildo form her pussy. Feeling the urge to fall asleep, she instead elects to
clean up and bring her favoured guest to her room. Looking to her feet, she
leans forward and grasps George’s body between her fingers and carries him
downstairs to the kitchen, dumping him unceremoniously in the bin along with
some tissues she used to clean the blood from her foot, before gently lifting
the pod you are in between her arms and carrying it upstairs. Placing it on her
bedside table she strips naked and lies down, crawling under the blanket and
looking towards your pod, thinking of you as sleep claims her.
Chapter 12 - Meanwhile in Perth by Mamamoo
Chapter 12 – Meanwhile in Perth
Sunday evening –
Sophia’s perspective
Finally getting to her
hotel, Sophia approached the desk to check in, a young girl approaching and
asking her for her details. Giving the booking information over, Soph started
flagging, having had a long day of negotiations, she just wanted to go to bed. Finally
as the young girl gave her the swipe cards to her room, she then leant in
asking “would you like any ‘extra’s’ with your stay?
Curious, Soph asked
what ‘extra’s were optional, and was presented with a list of shrinkies of
varying sizes that she could purchase for different prices. Giving in, she
asked for two 4-inch shrinkies to be sent up. Cheerfully the young girl nodded,
pointing her to the elevator that would take her to her room.
Stepping in, Soph
dumped her bag on the floor and looked at herself in the mirror “ergh, I need a
shower” she groaned, stepping into the spacious and modern bathroom ‘at least
the accommodation is nice’ she thought as she removed her clothes, dropping
them in a pile on the floor. Turning on the water, she wasted no time and
stepped under the warm jets, lowering her head to allow the water to pour over
her hair. Midway through applying shampoo she heard a knock at the door “Come
in… I’m just in the shower!” she shouted, hearing the door unlock
The girl from
reception’s voice replies “no worries – I have your order, I’ll leave it on the
bed”
“Thank you!” Soph
shouts back hearing the door close. Finishing her long shower, she stood at the
mirror and dried herself off, making sure she had removed all her makeup.
Satisfied she was clear, she donned a bath robe and walked into the bedroom,
looking for her entertainment for the evening, seeing a tray on the bed with a
lid over the top ‘looks like room service…’ she thought. Stepping forward and
lifting the lid, she didn’t know what to expect, and the result surprised her.
Below the lid was a pair of tiny 4-inch naked men, standing and looking up at
her with warm smiles on their faces, along with a bunch of grapes, a tub of
lotion, some chocolates, and a small envelope. One of the tiny men lifted the
envelope and handed it to her, gesturing her to open it. Opening the envelope,
Sophia read the message inside
‘Thank you for your
purchase of our premium package.
We hope the treats and
men are to your satisfaction.
These are our in-house
trained men, they will pamper you and do whatever you like. They also believe
they are valued staff members and therefore are safe in your care. Please be
advised that you may either return them unharmed, or not – the choice is yours.
We have found at the
Ritz Perth that the belief in their safety makes them far more compliant and
enjoyable.
Please enjoy,
Management’
Smiling down at the
men, Sophia was amazed at the idea ‘wow… of course, no fear of death – they
will be great!’ wondering where to start. “Ok boys, the aim of the game is to
make me forget this shitty day, so let’s start with a foot rub! Get cracking” and
with that she dropped her robe unveiling her amazing naked form, before moving
the tray to the side and lying back on the bed, her head propped up by numerous
pillows as she checked her facebook feed on her phone.
The men wasted no time
and grabbed the jar of lotion, running at her feet, taking one each. Slathering
handfuls of lotion onto her leathery soles, they started rubbing deep and hard
‘wow, that guy back home must have been shit, these guys feel incredible!’ she
thought, scrolling through social media.
Thinking about the
virus she left in the bag of things she gave Leah, she thought what a waste
that was as it only had a shelf life of a couple of weeks ‘I should give it
away’ she thought, having an idea that made her smirk. Posting onto a facebook
selling group in Sydney, she made a post:
“Free virus capsule to
whoever wants it – not a scam, genuine article here. Sent an extra by mistake
by the company, they can’t take it back. Again… free.
The condition – PM me
what you will do with it and why, and whoever I think has the biggest need,
gets it. Simple as!”
Over the next twenty
minutes or so, Sophie received a flurry of messages. People who wanted their
neighbour gone, or their husband to disappear, or their boss to meet a sticky
end, however one caught her eye. It was a girl who had strong feelings for a
girl-friend of hers for years, but she had been in a relationship with a shitty
guy who cheated on her and broke her heart. The upside was that they were now
dating, however she wanted to get her hands on the man who hurt her friend’s
feelings so deeply, and would use the virus to get him as a present for her.
Messaging the girl, Sophia felt good about this one and told her she had won
it, who asked if she could pick it up Monday evening after work. Clare thought
about it, and agreed ‘Leah won’t mind someone coming by to grab it’ and gave
her the address to pick up from ‘I’ll text Leah on Monday to let her know’ she
thought.
Once the guys had been
going at her feet for about 10 minutes she directed them to change tasks “that
was a good start, but I need to really be pampered, so you” she pointed at one
man “feed me these goodies, and you” she pointed at the other “give me a back
rub” rolling onto her belly and arching her head up to keep checking her phone.
Not wasting a moment
the men sprung into action, one grabbing the lotion and climbing up her back,
balancing the jar in the dimple above her butt, whilst the other grabbed the
grapes and chocolates and headed up to her face.
Lying down and
scrolling, she was amazed at how fast the man came jobbing into her peripheral
vision, stopping next to her and dropping the treats asking her “what would you
like first, ma’am?”
“Hmm, so polite!” she
smiled “alternate between the grapes and chocolates if you would”
Complying, the man
started pulling grapes off and placing them into her mouth, alternating with
the chocolates as ordered, whilst the man on her back was on his hands and
knees, kneading the knots out making her sigh in contentment.
Losing track of time,
she opened her mouth awaiting another treat, but none came, frowning she looked
down at the man who was standing next to her with only an empty grape vine, and
himself covered in chocolate from the effort of lifting it up into her mouth.
Holding his hands up, he spoke to her “sorry ma’am, we are out of food – would
you like me to call reception and ask for more?”
“No that’s fine…” Sophia
started, an idea springing into her mind “You look like you have some more to
give me though… come here” she ordered him infront of her face, putting her
phone down on the bed.
The tiny stepped right
infront of her, not even hesitating as she whispered “shh, keep quiet… you did
great but I don’t want your colleague to get jealous… lie down” and he did lie
down, grinning, expecting what was coming.
Lowering her head
down, she opened her mouth as her tongue snaked out, liking up from his leg to
his head, tasting the chocolate on his body “mmm… it tastes even better on you…
I should have done this earlier” the tiny by this point was fully erect, her
tongue having rubbed right up the length of his shaft “tell you what, stand up
and you’ll really like what I have for you” again not hesitating for a moment
he stood. Sophia opened her mouth over him, his head and shoulders disappearing
into her maw as her tongue slathered down his front, finding his erect member
and rubbing it gently, her lips stopping at his knees and closing around them.
She felt the tiny put his hands around the muscle, hugging it as he humped
gently, making her grin. Closing her mouth around him she began to suck gently
as she rubbed her tongue on him, making him hump her harder, thinking to
herself ‘I’m basically giving him a full body blowjob’, enjoying the sweet
taste she is sucking from him. After a couple of minutes she felt him go rigid
as a salty taste landed on her tongue, causing her to smile and giggle as he
spasmed. Deciding now was the time, she pushed her head down, her lips snaking
down his legs until they reached his feet, and with a soft suck she pulled him
fully into her mouth, feeling his head hit the roof of her mouth just above her
throat. Without stopping she pushed her tongue under his crotch and used it to
lift him towards her throat, swallowing hard as soon as he started feeding into
it, her throat muscles taking over and pulling him down her throat.
Noticing the rubbing
had stopped, she looked at her shoulder and saw the other man staring white
faced at her in horror ‘ah well the game is over’ she thought, trying to snatch
him. The guy was fast, dodging her hand and running down her bac, leaping off
half way as she swatted a second time “mother fucker” she grunted as she pushed
herself up, seeing him near the edge of the bed she kicked her leg out, her
foot making contact and launching him half way across the room “GOAL!” she
yelled giggling and jumped off the bed, approaching his tiny form on the floor.
He looked up at her as
she approached him “well, you know you could have cum too before meeting your
end, just like your tasty friend” she mocked him, rubbing her belly “but now I
guess you’re on the floor so I can’t eat you… maybe I’ll just crush you
instead”.
Panicking he turned
and jumped up, starting to run from her towards the couch where he could hide.
She was expecting this
and reached forward with her left foot, her toe nudging him in the back causing
him to fall. Before he could regain he balance her big and second toes grabbed
him by the leg dragging him back to her, as she stepped carefully back to the
edge of the bed, dragging him the whole way, giving his body carpet burns. As
she sat on the edge of the bed, her left big toe flipped him over and her right
pinned him in place by his chest “aww, you know what, maybe I will let you
cum…” as her left toe moved under the one pinning him down and nudged his
shaft. Unwillingly he slowly became hard, yelling at her to let him go causing
her to scold him “oh shush, I want to see you squirt for me before you go
squish, so stop distracting me” taking her right toe off his chest she moved
the ball of her foot there instead, placing it down and pinning him harder, the
big toe tapping him in the face to stop his breathing, then moving up to allow
him air, before dropping down again. All the while she was using her left toe
tip to bring him to attention, giggling as he strained his hips trying to
escape. Spitting on her fingers, she lowered them and grasped his penis,
rubbing the fluid across his shaft before sitting up and letting her toes at
him again. She rubbed all her toes across his tip back and forth before,
gripping it between her digits pumping it as she felt him edge closer, finally
she used her big toe to stroke him until he blew his load over her ped.
Giggling to herself she removed her feet and looked down at him, staring up at
her begging her not to do it. Raising her foot over him she started dropping it
before she had a better idea, placing her foot on the ground she reached down
and grabbed him, lifting him to her face and licking his crotch, sucking his
seed from him and milking him dry. Once done she lay back on the bed and spat
on his head and chest, rubbing it around with her fingers, before ramming him
into her glistening vagina head first with her right hand, her left going to
town on her clit. Forcing him in and out it didn’t take long for her to cum,
and when she did the crushing pressure of her orgasm broke him as she screamed
in pleasure, feeling him go limp.
Basking in the
afterglow, she slowly pulled him from her, his lifeless form looking pitiful,
with his spine bent in a weird way. Dumping him off the side of the bed, she
pulled herself under the covers and fell asleep.
Chapter 13 – Back in Sydney, and off to Work by Mamamoo
Chapter 13 – Back in Sydney, and off to Work
Sunday Night / Monday
early morning – Your perspective
Waking up with a start
in the near complete darkness, you wonder where you are, confused ‘what
happened?’ you struggle to remember for a moment before the memories come
flooding back.
Rubbing Leah’s feet as
you attempted to maintain your composure, before she allowed you to embrace
your baser instincts and literally made you hump her foot (not that you were
complaining). Remembering the amazing feeling of her sole rubbing across your
entire body, and her commanding you to blow your load onto her was one of the
hottest situations you had ever been in. The only concern you had was the
potential awkward conversation the pair of you may need to have around what had
occurred.
Not knowing what the
time was, you decide to get up and exit your pod, a lone street lamp outside
the window basking the room in a pale yellow light, your eyes quickly adjusting
to the darkness with the additional light source. Seeing the gargantuan form of
Leah breathing deeply, lying in the middle of her queen sized bed on her side
facing you and clearly in a deep sleep, the cover half way up her body exposing
her toned abs and large breasts. Despite your recent exertions, the sight of
her still prompts your member to harden slightly, as you ponder what to do. You
want to talk to her about what happened, to make sure there is no awkwardness
between you, but you know you shouldn’t wake her up. Breathing deeply, her
breasts heave infront of you, pulsing towards you and away, enrapturing you,
preventing you from looking away as you grasp your shaft without even thinking.
Wondering what to do,
you step towards the edge of the bedside table, seeing it flush with the edge
of her bed ‘I can easily jump down, its not far’ then looking at the array of
pillows ‘and I reckon I can climb up that one and get back here’. Not even
thinking, you leap down, landing softly on her bed, pausing to make sure you
didn’t wake her before standing and moving slowly towards her.
Stopping infront of
her massive breast which tower over you, you can’t help but feel complete
arousal, having been stuffed between them earlier, you knew their size, but now
seeing them fully naked gave you additional perspective on things ‘if I had
slipped too far down in the car, I could have been smothered or crushed!’ you
think to yourself. Without thinking, you step forwards and place your hands on
her left nipple, which is currently at your head height, your touch eliciting a
small sigh from her as the nipple hardened. Leaning forwards you kiss the
nipple tip which is bigger than your head and run your hands around it, further
stimulating it and feeling her breathing change slightly. Stepping even closer
to her, your shaft touches her boob, the contact making you go fully erect as
you close your eyes and savour the feeling. Reaching down you grasp yourself
and start rubbing your dick as you kiss and gently nibble her nipple. Edging
yourself closer to blowing your load again, you’re startled as Leah’s right
hand moves up and scratches her breast, knocking you over in the process ‘shit
I almost woke her’ you thought ‘better be more careful’ and remaining in your seated
position you keep pumping yourself. Unfortunately your attentions clearly
disturbed her in some way as she starts to reposition herself in her sleep, to
your horror realising she’s about to roll on her front… onto you. Knowing you
won’t survive if you get trapped – either from instant crushing or slow
smothering – you turn and run up towards her pillows, the darkness increasing
as she rolls over. Throwing yourself forward towards her neck you almost make
it out, but as her left boob presses into the bed, it rolls up towards you, you
flip onto your back and try scuttling backwards but the wave of flesh rolls up
trapping your feet. Panicking you wonder if this is the end, but luck is on
your side as the flesh stops rolling just above your knees, leaving you partly
stuck. Flopping back down onto your back you let out a loud sigh, in disbelief
at how lucky you are and find yourself staring right up at her long and slender
neck. Looking at the muscled conduit from her large sexy lips and mouth, to her
devouring stomach, you think back to some vore clips you watched, springing
your member to attention once more. Not even bothering to free yourself, you
feel the weight of her on your legs as you rub yourself again, edging closure
and closure. Leah gulps saliva down in her sleep, the bulge in her neck
protruding as it passes overhead, bringing you to the edge as you blow your
seed onto her breast.
Freeing yourself from
the fleshy prison, you decide its not safe to be here any longer and work your
way up her pillows, stopping infront of her face for a moment to appreciate it,
before continuing to the bedside table and into your pod. Lying down in your
bed once more, you fall into a deep sleep.
Monday morning –
Your perspective
“Morning sunshine!”
you hear muffled through the pod walls, waking you from your slumber.
Opening your eyes you
roll out of your bed and walk towards the door, walking into the sunlight you
are greeted by a majestic view. Leah is right infront of you completely naked
and on her knees, which are spread far enough to allow her bum to rest on the
bed. Seeing you emerge she leans forwards, placing her hands on the bed as she
smiles at you. Unable to help yourself, you glance at her massive breasts as
they fall forwards, gravity pulling them down, glancing a second time you see a
small mark on her left breast near the top ‘shit, I didn’t wipe it off of her!’
you panic, feeling bad about your actions without her consent.
Seeing you glance down
at her chest a couple of times, Leah doesn’t realise the dried seed on her left
boob and thinks you are just ogling at her, and decides to lean into the
situation, bringing her arms closer together and pushing her breasts into one
another. Giggling at your reaction she says “well…good morning to you too! Now
hurry up and get dressed, I have to leave for work soon”
“Oh, of course!” you
had completely forgotten its Monday and she would need to be at work “am I
staying here or coming with you?”
“I wasn’t sure, would
you like to come?” she asks cautiously
“Yes please, it’ll be
boring here by myself!” you reply
“Ok, get dressed and
I’ll pack some food for us to take” turning herself around facing her back to
you, she stands up on the bed and stretches her arms up, arching her back.
Down below you spring
a full boner looking up at the titanic, toned, olive skinned arse of the
goddess, wishing you could grab it. Remembering you were on the clock you turn
and dart back into your pod, getting dressed and ready for your day out
About 20 minutes later
you were in the car, Leah had dressed in a smart pair of black slightly loose
trousers, and a pink button up shirt with a black blazer on top, wearing black
ankle boots on her feet. Obviously the aim was to not accentuate her body, but
you still found it incredibly hot – it didn’t help when she popped some of her
shirt buttons and stuffed you up to your chest between her breasts. A zip-lock
bag of rice crispies sat between her legs – her breakfast of choice for this
morning – which she would grab by the handful, stopping infront of you so you
could grab one, before continuing to her mouth and shoving the remainder in.
From your viewpoint
directly below her chin, you couldn’t help watch each handful as it disappeared
behind her lips, watching her jaw work to reduce the food to paste, and when
she swallowed you felt as much as heard the gulp.
Arriving at the school
Leah plucked you out from her bust and held you at face height “ok, so
obviously you’re with me, but there are a few teachers in the school that are…
let’s say not a fan of little men, then there’s the kids, so to be safe I think
I’ll keep you hidden” she paused for a moment “oh did I mention to you or Soph
that I’ve moved into a more senior role?”
“No I don’t think so”
you responded “that’s great! What is the new position?” you ask excited for
her, knowing she enjoyed working with the younger kids, but wanted the
challenge of an older lot.
“I have the twelfth
grade, so 18-year-olds, doing a bit of everything with them”
“Wow, well done you”
holding your hand up in a high-five which she pokes with her finger, grinning
at your praise.
“Ok, so keep quiet
while I get in and ill put you in my desk when I get to the class”
“Sure thing!” you say
as Leah buttons her shirt up to just below her neckline, leaving the top button
open, leaving you concealed in her bust as she strides confidently through the
campus, her boots clacking on the hard floors as she steps. Having not been
between her mammoth breasts when she was walking as so far it had been sitting
or driving, you had no idea what to expect, especially when she was power
walking. Her boobs were jumping up and down with each step she took, squashing
you slightly with each rise and fall, but you didn’t mind because it felt
fantastic – the rubbing feeling soon had your shaft hard below your trousers.
Leah stopped for a moment to talk to a colleague and you saw your chance,
slipping your hands down between the bust that was holding you, you tried to
free your shaft from its confines but found you were unable to pry the fleshy
walls apart enough. Feeling your attempts, Leah pushed her chest forwards as
she stretched her arms back – an innocent enough movement for a bystander – but
this gave you enough space to reach down and push your trousers to your thighs
before the breasts came together once again, this time mashing into your rock
hard member pushing it up into your stomach. Finishing her conversation she
started walking again, and you instantly felt the same feeling, but this time
intensified by the bare skin touching you. The sweat that had formed was acting
as the perfect lubricant, letting your member slide up and down against her
skin as she stepped. By the time she reached her classroom you ejaculated into
her breast, leaning back and feeling satisfied as the button infront of you popped
open.
Reaching in and
plucking you out, you saw you were now in Leah’s classroom, standing by her
desk. Lifting you up to her face, she smiled at your hard on “well I guess
that’s one way to show your appreciation” winking at you “let’s get you cleaned
up then I’ll put you away before the class arrives” and with that she brought
you to her face and enveloped your crotch in her lips, her tongue darting out
and licking up your gift. Having covered you in saliva, she sucked hard to pull
it back between her lips before swallowing, looking into your eyes “mmm… yummy…
Miss Connor would like some more of that later” putting on her teacher voice.
“Any time, Miss Connor” you smile sheepishly, not sure why the teacher
persona made you feel shy
“Ok, well stay quiet, I have a makeshift pod in here” opening her top
drawer “for when some of the tiny men come to me for help. I keep them there
until I can safely get them out and send them to other people out of the city
who care for them”
“Wow, that’s so altruistic of you! Well done!”
“Yeh… thanks” she said in a flat voice as she lowered you into a
Tupperware container that had a makeshift bed, chair, some tiny books that you
could read, and battery powered reading light for illumination.
Wondering why she sounded flat, you were about to ask her if she was ok,
but she looked up and closed the drawer, sealing you in.
Sitting back in her chair, Leah felt a small twang of guilt ‘I shouldn’t
lie to him… but he wouldn’t understand… I’m the nice girl who saves the tiny men…
woo, go me’ she thought sullenly as she grabbed her pen and started marking
papers. The truth was far worse, Leah didn’t care for them anymore, but her
persona had become ‘that person’ so she kept up the façade. Soon after her
first accidental killing of a shrinky last year, Leah was shocked when another
shrinky approached her at her desk, saying that a friend of his had come to her
to ask for help. She had instantly lied saying she shipped him to a place in
the outback that her friend owns, where they have a small colony of men in
safety. The tiny man begged her to take him and send him there, he had seen too
many of his friends killed around the school. Most of the younger kids didn’t
take any notice, but the older ones, especially the 18-year-olds that now saw
themselves as adults were another story, they basically hunted shrinkies when
they could and had competitions to see who could end them in the most horrific
and slow ways. He had even seen some of the teachers tormenting the tiny men
and killing them.
Breaking down and crying, he pleaded with her, and she agreed to take
him from the school. Taking him home that night she had no idea what to do with
him, and when he started pressing her for information about where he was going
and how to get there, she ran out of lies. Realising he had been misled he got
angry, and called her out saying she was full of shit, she was just another
evil bitch, that she should take a good hard look at her life. Something inside
Leah snapped that night and she flicked him hard in the chest, sending him
flying off the kitchen island and onto the floor below. Coughing in pain Leah
stepped over to him and told him about how she accidentally killed his friend,
it wasn’t intentional, but that he would be. With that she lifted her foot,
clad in a thick woollen sock over his form and pressed down, pinning him in
place. Taunting him, she told him how the last one was accidental and she
didn’t get to enjoy the feeling, but this time she would enjoy every moment of
it. As he lay pinned under her, he started begging her to let him go,
apologising for his behaviour, but Leah had had enough and was full of rage.
She didn’t respond to his requests, instead slowly increased the pressure,
leaning forwards over her foot to add more and more, until his body gave out in
a wet squelch, the blood slowly seeping through the sock and warming her foot.
Following that, every few weeks or so another tiny would turn up, saying
she had become somewhat of a ‘railroad’ for the tiny people. And every time she
got them home she used them to explore the darkness within her, that she had
for so long ignored. She had played with them a lot, but hearing what Sophia
had done went beyond what she had even thought about. She usually used them for
one purpose before ending them, but hearing Sophia toying with them in the
varied ways she had, being a literal goddess to them, made Leah feel like she
had only scratched the surface of her desires.
Snapping back to the moment, she realised her class had started filling
in. The school was a girls only school, which was fine with Leah as she found
boys of this age to be pedantic and rude, whilst the girls at least tried to
focus and be polite.
Sitting in the artificially lighted cave, you hear the class start
arriving, figuring you would read one of the books Leah had printed in tiny
fonts, cut up, and bound “Oh cool, Game of Thrones! Been a while… I wonder when
the final book is coming out?” you said as you flip the book open (granted it
wasn’t perfectly to scale, being about A3 paper size from your perspective) and
lie back on the bed, settling in for a while
As Leah got her lesson underway she walked around the class – desks set
up in rows with two people per desk, a total of 20 girls under her tutelage –
asking around about everyone’s weekend. The girls loved classes with Miss
Connor, she was kind and good at her job, keeping all the kids on her side was
something not many teachers could accomplish. Stepping past one of her class, a
girl of Asian decent, she looked down and saw the girl’s hand gripping her
phone, texting under the desk “Excuse me, Mei” she said holding her hand out
“you know the rules”
“Sorry Miss” replied the girl, locking her phone and handing it over.
Continuing her teaching, Leah returned to her desk and put the phone in
the second draw down, right beneath you. This bank of classes would stretch
until first break in 2 hours, Leah hoped the books would keep you busy so you
wouldn’t get too bored waiting.
After about two hours the bell rang, signalling the first break of the
day. As the girls stood up and rushed out, another teacher poked her head in
and asked Leah for a quick hand with something. Obliging, Leah left the room
with the rest of the class, knowing she wouldn’t be long and then would get you
out unfortunately, she forgot about the girl and her friend waiting by her desk
to retrieve the phone that had been confiscated.
Hearing the bell sound, you wondered how long it would be until Leah came
to retrieve you. After a few minutes you felt the draw start to move, you
dropped the book and sat back, waiting to see the face of your goddess. The
sudden influx of light blinded you, taking a second to adjust you hear an
unfamiliar voice above you
“Oh my god!” shrieks the 18-year-old Mei looking down at you with her
mouth agape. Her round face with long black hair tied in a pony tail that
reached her lower back, her wide and dark eyes gazing into yours as she looks
down at you in shock, before the surprised look is replaced with a curious sort
of scowl “Hey Jen, check this out”
The other 18-year-old leans over the desk, looking down at you from the
opposite direction. This one you see has blonde shoulder length hair, with deep
blue eyes and a lip piercing, her eyes widen as she sees you, before laughing
“oh my god… is this like a pet or something? It has a bed and all!” She mocks
as she reaches in and grasps you around the waist, raising you up and
constricting you in her fist only your shoulders and head protruding. Giving
you a hard squeeze until the air leaves your lungs, she asks you “G’day bug, are
you a pet or something? Or just a toy Miss Connor is going to take home?”
You try responding, but her grip prevents you breathing deep enough to
manage anything above a hoarse whisper.
Leaning in behind you, Mei tapped you in the back of the head with her
black painted nail “errrr… she asked you a question, don’t be rude”
Releasing her grip on you, Jen lowers her hand before dumping you on the
table, hurting your back.
Rolling over you get up on all fours, but as you try to stand Mei pushes
her finger hard onto your back, pinning you to the desk as you try to wriggle
out. Getting frustrated she leans in close “stop wriggling shrimp… or I’ll treat
you the way we treat shrimps at home” lifting her head up she traces her finger
down her throat, gulping loudly “eaten… alive and wriggling, of course…”
Jen bends over the table, placing her hands either side of you “whose
turn is it now. Yours or mine?”
Not knowing what they are talking about you try to yell that you are a
friend of Leah’s, that they need to leave you alone.
Ignoring you completely, Mei answers “errr… you did the one we found
down near the football pitch remember? Let me check” unlocking her phone, Mei
looks at her notes “yep here we go, 3 minutes 18 seconds, and you put him in
your stocking, then stomped him on the way back to class”
“oh yeh!” Jen smiled, remembering the tiny man, begging for his life as
she forced him to cum, then rolled her stocking down off her foot and dropping
him into the fabric prison. Her foot gliding in after him and pinning his form
against her toes, before using her fingers to manipulate him to below her arch,
slipping the shoe on and returning to class… he didn’t even make it half way.
Freezing in horror, you have no idea what the time reference meant, but
the death of another tiny makes you realised the gravity of the situation
“I guess he’s yours then… what do you want me to do?” Jen replies, disappointed
it’s not her turn
“Pants down, shirt up and pin him down” Mei orders her
Jen complies and pulls the your pants down to your ankles and your shirt
up to your chest – you figure its best not to resist and end up with a broken
limb, before lowering your exposed form to the desk and pinning you down, your
feet facing Mei. Jen crouches lower and moves her arms out of the way, her left
fingers holding your shins down, and her right fingers pinning your arms to the
table above your head.
Leaning forwards, Mei places her phone on the desk near you and starts a
stopwatch timer, looking back at you as she spits on her thumb and forefinger.
Her wet digits approach you and grasp your shaft hard, causing you to flinch
“uh… uh…” she scolds you, pumping you gently “remember what I told you about
being a shrimp?” she keeps pumping “but I’ll make you a deal… as you’re clearly
something that Miss Connor wants to keep around” moving her hand upwards with
her fingers pointing straight down, your shaft being rubbed between them, now
rock hard despite your protests “if you help me win this competition, by
cumming before that timer hits 3:18” grasping at your dick a bit harder and
starting to rub and pump “then I’ll be merciful and let you go back to your
drawer…” leaning over you she spits a glob of warm saliva onto your crotch
“but… if I lose… then I’ll squeeze you in my hands until your bones break, then
swallow you alive… what’s it to be?” the pressure she applies increasing
Having no choice but to cum, you close your eyes and try to enjoy what
you can only really define as rape.
Continuing to pump you, Jen giggles above you “only 1 minute 30 seconds
left then I win”
Not wanting to die at the young girls hand (and mouth) you realise you
have to cum quickly to save your life, yelling up at her “use your mouth!”
Grinning manically, Mei obliges and lowers her lips onto your crotch,
licking your shaft, causing you to start squirming in pleasure. Forming an ‘o’
with her lips, she sucks your shaft into her maw, her tongue lapping at your
tip as she sucks you hard
“10… 9… 8…” Jen starts
As she hits ‘3’ you buck your hips and Mei sucks harder, you blow your
load onto her tongue and start writhing in pleasure as Mei milks you dry for
another few seconds. Leaning back she commented “wow… you cut that close little
one”
Lying still pinned by Jen’s fingers you pant deeply, waiting for
release, which comes when Mei winks at Jen. Sitting up you pull your pants up
and shirt back down, and looking up at your tormentors “Ok, you had your fun,
now please put me back” as Jen smiles at you and Mei has pulled her ponytail
around and wrapping it around her finger.
Leaning over you, Mei moves her face until its inches from you and says
“no… you almost choked at the end there, so now you’ll choke for real” and with
that she leans forwards showing she has wrapped her long jet black hair into a
makeshift noose – for you.
As she approaches you, you hear a loud “GIRLS!” causing them to jump and
stand up as Leah storms across the room towards them “what are you…” looking
down and seeing you sitting on the desk looking tense “what are you doing in
here and with him… huh?”
“Sorry Miss” started Mei “I had to get my phone back and we saw him in
your desk, he looked lonely so we wanted to keep him company until you got
back” looking down she cupped her hands, looking the picture of innocence
“Yeh Miss” Jen continued in her thick aussie accent “we didn’t mean
nothin’ just saying hi to the little guy”
“Ok well I suggest you go outside and get some fresh air” the bell
sounds, signalling back to class “or… take your seats”
“Yes Miss” they harmonise and head to their desk at the back of the
class.
Leah picks you up and takes you out to the corridor which is currently
empty “Are you ok?” a look of concern on her face.
Deciding not to worry her more, you assure her all is ok and nothing bad
happened, her face softening and a relieved smile appearing as she took you
back to the class room.
Thinking to herself ‘well, cat’s out of the bag now’ she instead puts
you on the desk and brings the container with the furniture and books up and
places it on her desk as the class files in.
Once the class is full and the girls are whispering and pointing, Leah
addresses them “Ok girls, this is a friend of mine, he is likely going to be
staying with me a week or two whilst we are waiting for the cure to arrive for
him. He is a very close friend, and I would like you to treat him with respect
– any questions?”
Everyone shook their head, no questions, confirming they understood the
situation. A lot of these girls would have had brothers, fathers, and other
male family members contract the virus, so explaining that it was a close
friend and not a stray, made it less weird.
You sit back on the little couch and continue reading the book, able to
see over the top of the container with ease as this only comes up to your chest
height. Continuing her class from the morning, Leah continued her weaving path
through the desks as she talks over the topics, her class making notes.
Looking up, you look around the room, stopping in the glare of one of
the girls in the front row, making you feel uncomfortable. The girl – the only
red-head in the room – stares at you with her light blue eyes, her pale skin
with some freckles stretches, pulling her lips into a smile. You smile back,
trying not to act awkward, she lifts her pen and points it down towards the
ground infront of her desk. Confused as to what the movement means, you shrug
at her, causing her to frown and point again, raising her eyebrows and glancing
down and back up. Guessing she wants you to look down, you stand and look over
the edge of the desk… there’s nothing down there. Looking up you see her face
now with a smug grin, motioning down again. As you look, she raises her right
stocking clad leg, and using the toe of her left black Nike running shoe to pry
off the right one. Lowering her right foot to the floor, she lets the shoe fall
quietly to the side, exposing a white ankle sock, which she slowly tilts
upwards pointing her toes to the ceiling. On the bottom of the sock where the
ball of her foot presses into the fabric, you see the bloody remains of a tiny
man, body parts still identifiable amongst the gore. Looking back up making eye
contact she motions to you, to herself, then to her foot, winking as she places
the foot back into the shoe and puts her head down, making notes as Leah walks
past.
Gulping, you sit back, the threatening display unnerving you ‘I have to
make sure Leah doesn’t leave me here’ you think morbidly, returning to your
book
Looking up again, the heads of the girls in such positions that you can
see Mei and Jen at the back of the class, their heads pressed close together
staring at you, whispering and giggling. Mei licks her lips, and tilts her head
back, gulping and running her finger down her throat, before looking back at
you and pointing in your direction ‘damn this lot are nut jobs’ you think,
flipping her off with your middle finger and returning to your book as she
tenses in anger, Jen struggling not to laugh ‘probably didn’t need to do that…’
you thought
The rest of the class went without incident until the bell rang once
more, signalling the longer lunch break start.
As the girls hurried out of the class Leah moved towards you, just to be
sure no wandering hands got involved. Looking at the girls exiting, the
red-head looked back at you once more and mouthed ‘mine’ at you before
disappearing into the throng in the corridor.
Leah sat down at the desk and turned to you “well that wasn’t so bad! I
guess just having you in the open isn’t a bad idea”
“Yeh, I guess making it clear I’m yours keeps me safe!”
“Mine… hey?” Leah winks and smiles
“Oh shut up, you know what I mean!” you retort, stepping towards her
outstretched hand
“Ok, well I have to patrol the grounds, want to stay here or come with
me?”
“Come with you, don’t leave me alone please” you ask
“Sure, up you come” lifting you up she glances at the door and sees
Patrice walking towards her classroom “oh shit! You gotta hide!”
“What… whe-HMPF” Leah wraps her fist around you silencing you
immediately as she hides you behind her back. Patrice was a beautiful soul, a
surfer girl through and through, originally from Brazil she still maintained
that sexy South American accent. Unfortunately for reasons unknown she hated
tiny men with an unreasonable passion. She had seen her literally rip a shrinky
from someone’s grasp and kill it on the spot – no rhyme or reason to it.
Despite being small and skinny, she had some incredible muscle tone making her
very strong, Leah knowing that her little friend would likely be pulled from
her grasp and ended unless she hid him. Doing the only thing she could think of,
she pulled her trousers and panties away from her body and dropped you into the
chasm. Not having much time to process what was happening, you managed to see
the big round arse cheeks you would soon be smothered against as they rushed up
to meet you.
Smacking hard into the space between her cheeks, your body was forced in
between them by the sheer momentum, and before you could even react, she
removed her hands, the panties snapping into place and sealing you in darkness,
the left side of your body buried between her cheeks, whilst your right side
was plastered into her right cheek.
Dropping you into her panties and releasing, Leah turns to her friend
“Hey Patty, how’s it going?”
“Ergh, it’s Monday and I’m already over these shits!” she exclaims, rolling
her eyes and making Leah laugh
“Yeh I hear that” she replies
“Well, I’m on patrol too, lets join up and make it more fun” Patty
offers
“Erm…” Leah thinks about you stuck between her cheeks ‘he should be
fine’ she thinks “yeh sure, lets go”
“Sweet!” Patty exclaims as she skips out the door, gesturing for Leah to
follow which she does, slowly at first, checking how her passenger feels in her
rear end – so far so good! – he’s stuck but just around the outside of her
cheeks, so shouldn’t get hurt.
Starting their walk, they move around the outside of the school perimeter,
talking about work, guys, and other stuff, when patty suddenly throws her arm
out, stopping Leah in her tracks. Signalling with her hand to Leah to stay put,
Patty moves forwards through the grass, stepping lightly in her converse
trainers, until she lunges forwards and throws herself to the ground. Standing
she triumphantly states “got ya, little bug man!” holding a 4-inch man by his
ankles, showing him off to Leah and giggling “got one!”
Grinning, Leah commended her “Never seen you move so quietly Pat! You’re
normally like a mini freight train!” giggling at her as she stands back up
“Gotta be quick for these things!” Patty replies, grinning “Ok, any
students around?”
Looking around Leah doesn’t see any “Nope, don’t think so… why?”
Her big grin showing off her perfect white teeth, around her full lips
and tanned skin, Patty replies “this is why…” dropping the man from head
height, his body slamming hard into the ground as Patty removed her left foot
from her converse shoe, bringing her light blue sock clad foot onto the man she
growled down at him “why you here? You know you shouldn’t be on school ground”
grinding him into the dirt like you would a cigarette, stopping abruptly and
leaning forwards once more, picking him up and dumping him in her shoe which
she held in her hand. Gesturing Leah to follow her, they both walk around the
back of one of the school buildings, Patty finds a harder surface and turns her
shoe upside down, dropping him onto the concrete floor. Laughing at him, Patty
pulls her sock from her foot, looking at Leah “sorry I know this isn’t your
thing, but I have to see to my own needs, right?”
Leah not knowing what to do, says “yeh sure, no issue here!” causing
Patty to smile and look down at her prey.
“Ok erro” she says “Não se mexa” as she lowers her bare sole onto him slowly. Not wanting to just accept his fate, the tiny man jumps up and starts running from her lowering sole, causing Patty to curse as her foot slams down onto the bare floor. Stepping forwards Patty kicks him in the back, gently but still enough to send him flying a meter away from her. Growling down at him “what did I say, idiota” as the tiny man tries to crawl away from her on his stomach. Patty snakes her left foot forwards, her green painted toe nails reaching out and gripping his left leg and dragging him back to her literally kicking and screaming. Releasing him infront of her, she lifts her foot and lowers her big toe onto the back of his left knee and pushes down, smashing his leg into pieces resulting in a wave of agonised screams. Flipping him onto his back with her big toe, she lowers her sole onto him, the ball of her foot touching his chest and leaving his head exposed between her big and second toes stopping as she makes contact and allowing her foot to mould around his form. Satisfied she has him pinned, she starts pressing down increasing the pressure until his screams stop, then raises her heel and grinds the ball of her foot left and right.
Leah watches Patty dominating the tiny man,
unable to help her heart fluttering at the sight.
Without thinking Leah leans back against the
building, watching Patty torment the helpless man, not realising as her butt
hit the wall, you were forced further into her crack, pinned between the hard
brick wall, and the soft but unyielding cheeks. She unknowingly pulls her tiny
guest further and further between her cheeks until only your head and right
shoulder and arm are free
Happy with the torture she has put the tiny
thought, Patty lifts her right foot off the ground, her full body weight on the
left, obliterating the tiny man. Leah subconsciously flexed her entire body,
squeezing you between her cheeks hard enough to make you almost black out, just
barely managing to gasp enough air to stay with it.
“Ahhhh perfecto!” Patty announced, clearly
pleased with her work “little shits… let’s go” she said cheerfully as she
returned her sock to her bloodied foot, slipping it into her shoe and
continuing the patrol as if nothing had happened.
Seeing movement on the ground near Patty, Leah says “Hey Pat, check it
out!” pointing to a tiny 2-inch man trying desperately to hide beneath some
leaves and avoid detection, realising he’s been spotted he jumps up and makes a
run for it.
He doesn’t even make it a dozen steps before Patty drops down, wrapping
her tanned and slender fingers, nails painted dark green around his body,
lifting him triumphantly “Huh… since when do you help me with pest control
chica?”
“Oh… I don’t, just kind of blurted it out” Leah blushed a bit, which
went unnoticed by Patty
“Hmm… what to do with you erro…” Patty bit the inside of her cheek
frowning at the man in her grip, before feeling at her chest. Patty was smaller
chested with B cups, but her toned abs and muscular physique were phenomenal.
Popping the buttons on her shirt from top to bottom, she bared her front to
Leah and asked her “can you hold him… please?” giving Leah some big doe eyes
“Ok… I guess” Leah replied, taking the man from Patty
Patty pulled her shirt apart, revealing a weird sort of rope necklace
with a crystal the size of an acorn on the bottom “this is my rose quartz”
explained Patty “it’s for healing and love… would you like to get a closer look
little guy?” she asked, not waiting for a response “Ok, hold him by the waist,
I need his arms and legs”
Leah complied and held the tiny man as Patty wrapped the bindings of her
necklace around the man in an intricate way, not sure what she was planning.
After a couple of minutes Patty was done “Ok let him go” as Leah let him
go the man fell and slapped into Patty’s chest, the wrist bindings holding him
in place, Leah was confused until she noticed what Patty had done. Whilst the
tiny was suspended by his wrists, further down the necklace had been wrapped
around his ankles, but the section of necklace in between was slack, meaning
his body was being pulled down by the weight of the crystal, straining his arms
and legs “Perfect, thanks chica!” Patty beamed as she did up her shirt buttons,
turning to walk away.
“Wait, what is the point of that?” Leah asked
“Well, it’s like that old torture technique, The Rack… He stays like
this for the rest of the day and if he hasn’t succumbed by the time I get home,
I reward him by letting him die” the smile never fades from her face.
Leah was getting a bit hot under the collar at this talk, and finally
caved, wanting something she had thought about since George. Pulling her phone
out she asked Patty to give her a minute, logging onto this website that Patty
had actually recommended – one that sold toys for certain situations. Finding
the item she wanted, she selected same day delivery and punched in her details,
receiving an order confirmation pop up moments later.
Continuing their walk around the school, Leah noticed a couple of the
girls from her class, Mei and Jen hanging around under the canopy of one of the
trees near the edge of the school grounds ‘hope they aren’t getting up to
mischief’ she thought, continuing after Patty who was complaining about yet
another guy that wasn’t up to her standards
Monday afternoon
– Mei’s perspective
“What a piece of SHIT!” she screamed, looking over at Jen “that bastard
has it coming, I swear!”
Jen was losing herself laughing “oh my god, you got dissed by a shrinky,
that’s painful”
“Pain is what he will feel when I get him away from her!” she raged
“Ok, ok… dude you need to chill” Jen advised “there is no way you’re
getting him from Miss Connor, so let it go”
“Ergh… I’m just so angry, how can I let it go exactly?”
Spotting movement by the waste bin, Jen tenses up, replying to Mei “like
this” running forward and crouching by the bin she lifts in her grasp a 4-inch
man, screaming for her to leave him alone “aww… sorry little guy, you’re not
for me… and I don’t much fancy your chances” turning to Mei and holding him out
by the waist.
Mei paused for a second, deciding what to do with him before pinching
him by his arm and saying “thank you” to her friend, pulling the tiny man
infront of her face “you’re gonna wish she killed you quick by the time I’m
done with you”. Enclosing the tiny in her fist as she lowered him down, shoving
him into the pocket of her denim shorts “alright then, let’s go somewhere
quiet, what was worst record so far?”
Jen checked the notes on her phone “ohhh… that was a bad one, 8 minutes!”
“Shit, yeh I remember, shouldn’t have shown him the scissors before we
got started” feeling the tiny in her pocket start squirming at the mention of
his predecessors death, she poked him hard in through her shorts, forcing the air from his lungs and bringing
him close to passing out. As the pair reached an old tree on the edge of school
grounds with long overhanging branches, they sat and made themselves
comfortable, Mei pulled the man out and dumped him on the floor. Looking down
at him she growled “look, my bestie and I have a bet game going on where we
find a shinky – that’s you – and make him cum… if you cum before the record we
choose, you go free, otherwise you die… is that clear!” growling at him.
Nodding his head in understanding, the tiny man prayed he would live
through this ordeal
“Alright then, how you going to do this one?” Jen asked
Mei thought for a moment before replying “I think this one looks like a
foot guy… that right… bug?” she asked
The tiny man started blabbering about not wanting to be here, let him
go, he wont say anything, never come back, blah blah blah.
Mei ignored him and slipped right her foot from her shoe, looking at him
as she grasped the white ankle sock and pulled it from her foot “ok… so I’m
going to jack you off with my toes… just bear in mind you have a pretty long
timeframe, and then you go free… just don’t take super long, ok?”
Nodding in confirmation the tiny thought he could actually enjoy this,
voluntarily lying on his back to await the incoming game.
Struggling to suppress a laugh, Mei rose her foot over his body,
spitting on her finger and dropping the saliva onto his crotch before lowering
her foot and using her big and second toe to grasp his shaft. Knowing full well
in her head he only had a few minutes to blow his load, she deliberately kept
her pace slow, wanting him to fail so she could end him however she wanted in
‘the spirit of the game’. Seeing him close his eyes in pleasure, she pinched
her toes together hard, lifting her foot and him by his shaft slightly as he
screamed in pain, before letting go, allowing him fall to the floor. Looking at
him squirming in pain she taunted him “Aww… the baby didn’t like that… what
about this?” grinding her big toe into his crotch hard, causing him to cry “time
left?”
“5 minutes” Jen replied
Spending the next few minutes torturing him with her toes, she sighs and
removed her foot, bending over her toy and spitting on his crotch directly,
moving the fingers of her right hand to his mid-region she held her face above
his, smiling gently to make him feel safe “Well done, that was just some fun to
make me see that you’re a gentleman… now you get to enjoy”. Grasping his member
between her fingers she started slow but soon began increasing the tempo, pumping
him she saw him start to writhe in pleasure “that’s it toy… enjoy this… feel it
all… I want you to cum for me in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… NOW! Do it for me! Blow your
load baby!” grinning manically as the tiny man spasmed, loosing his seed onto
her fingers and breathing deeply. Looking up at her face he smiled, certain he
had completed his task “Time?” Mei asked Jen
“Ohh… not even close… like that was super slow, maybe you’ve lost your
touch? No pun intended…” Jen supressed a giggle
“Ergh, useless” sighed Mei, looking down at the tiny man still lying
back in bliss “lunch time…” leaning forwards her lips touched his chest and she
sucked him hard, lifting him from the ground as she leant back. Releasing her
lips she grasped him in her left hand with just his feet sticking out below her
fist, and his head and shoulders above, she squeezed her fist hard, smiling at
his struggling form as he lost the ability to breathe. Laughing at him, she
said “god, you’re pathetic… at least I have lunch here though” as she licked
her lips and raised him above her upside down. Positioning him above her face
she looked up and gave him a long hard squeeze, breaking parts of his ribcage
and reducing his movement, before opening her fist – keeping him suspended by
her fingers around his ankles. His pained face looked down at her as she said
“mmm… looks like shrimp…” lowering him into her now open maw. As he hits her
tongue she wasted no time slurping into her mouth, her tongue guiding him to
her throat. Feeling his head hit the back of her throat, she swallows, sending
him down to her stomach “little bitch deserved that”.
Monday afternoon
– Leah’s perspective
Finishing up the patrol just before the bell was due to ring, Leah
remembered your presence. Making sure Patty wasn’t paying attention, she brought
her hand around to her butt, poking and prodding to try and find you. After a
moment of panic unable to locate you, she feels your head and arm ‘hmm feels
further than he did earlier’, concerned she interrupts her colleague “hey, I’m
just going to run to the staff bathroom before we get back to it – see you
later!”
“Ok buh-byeee!” she cheerily returned
Rushing to the bathroom to fish you out, Leah didn’t take into account
the effect of her bouncing steps. To you each of these steps caused her mammoth
cheeks to move up and down independently of eachother, moving slightly apart
and smashing back together – grinding your body between them. Despite the
incredible feeling of her smooth skin rubbing most of your body in this manner,
the sheer weight and force of them smashing into eachother threatened to break
you. Reaching the staff block, Leah hurried inside and jumped up the steps two
at a time, once again not thinking about what you would be subjected to. The
force of hurried stepping was bad enough, but when she ran up the steps two at
a time, the additional muscle tension from her glutes in tandem with the extra
spread of her leg movement finally dragged your free arm and head into the
chasm between her cheeks. Only the continued motion of her movement pulling the
cheeks apart was allowing you to suck in air, and this stopped once she reached
the second level and walked towards the bathrooms.
Now buried in between her cheeks and unable to breath, the continued
rubbing from her steps causing you to start to compress you thought to yourself
‘this is it’.
Leah entered the disabled toilet and slammed the door shut, locking it
quickly and grasping at her trousers to pull them down to her knees, turning
and facing the mirror she pulled her panties away and gasped – unable to see
you “shit, shit shit” she started saying, thinking you had been perhaps fallen
out, when she felt a lump deep in between her arse cheeks. Pulling her panties
down, she spread her cheeks and saw your form right in the base of her crack,
not moving. Pulling you out quickly, she brought you to her face, lowering her
ear over you waiting to see if she had killed you.
After a few seconds you gasp air in and pant deeply, before falling back
onto her hand, looking up at the concern in her face “well…” gasping air
“that’s one way to… travel…” smiling weekly as you try to regain composure.
“Oh my god, I am so so so sorry!” Leah whispered down to you “I thought
for a moment I had…”
“Yeh… it was a… bit touch and… go there… maybe let’s… not do that… again
for now” you pant out still recovering your oxygen levels.
“Agreed… Let’s go back to the other method of transport” hearing the
bell ring “ok… you ready?”
“Always!” and Leah placed you back between her (relatively) safer
breasts ‘although, if she started running when I am in here it might just do me
in too!’ you think, hoping she doesn’t forget you again.
Chapter 14 – End of Work, and Back home by Mamamoo
Chapter 14 – End of Work, and Back home
Back in the classroom in your small tupperware pod, you go back to
reading your book whilst Leah paces around talking through her subject points.
Glancing up occasionally, you note that Mei barely takes her eyes off of you,
making you feel a tad uncomfortable, so you decide to go back too your book and
wait out the rest of the day without looking into the classroom.
Eventually the bell rings and the class file out, Leah moving back to
the desk to keep close to you. Once everyone has left, Leah turns to you “ok,
ready to go home?” watching you nod, she pops the button on her shirt and lifts
you in, pushing you nice and deep for safety, before doing her button up.
Turning to leave, she sees something move in the doorway ‘what was that?’ she
thought, stepping forwards thinking it had been a cockroach. Reaching the door,
she sees a tiny man not more than 5 inches in height, standing and waving up at
her, asking if she is the teacher that takes people away to safety. Not knowing
what came over her, she froze looking at him, making him worried and stop
waving, before turning and running away thinking he had been mistaken. Shaking
her head, Leah thought back to George and remembering how it felt toying with
him and ending his existence, wishing to feel that rush again. Not wanting you
to know what she was thinking, she walked forwards towards him, and dropped her
phone intentionally near him “oops! Clumsy” bending over to pick the phone back
up, snatching the tiny man in the process. Standing upright Leah was certain
you had no idea what had just transpired as she curled the man into her fist
and strolled to her car. Dumping the tiny in her handbag and zipping it up
before driving home.
As she is about to leave, her phone dings ‘oh a message from Soph’:
“Hey hun, hope you are well and the little shit is behaving for you!
Just a quick one, the extra virus that the company sent is in that bag
of stuff I left with you encase you needed some of it… not sure why I thought
you would need that! Anyway I have someone who wants to come grab it, can they
swing by at like 7:30pm tonight?
Thanks, Luv ya!”
Not realising the virus was in the bag, Leah didn’t mind giving it away,
whilst the power rush she was feeling now was amazing, she still felt it was
fine as it was directed at a tiny that came into her grasp, she never went out
of her way to inflict it onto someone, replying:
“Hey babe! All is good, he is a very good little helper! Helped me in
class today which was fun! I think the class really benefit from seeing a tiny
be involved in real life!
No worries about the virus, and the time is fine, just get them to ring
the bell and I’ll take it out to them.
Hope work is going ok, lets have a catchup soon. Lots of love xxx”
Putting her phone down, Leah begins the drive home, pressing her breasts
together, letting her passenger know you’re not forgotten.
Monday evening –
Leah’s perspective
After getting back to Leah’s and being treated by yet another amazing
meal, you sat on the table next to her, asking about watching more TV tonight.
Leah agreed with you but wanted to get changed first, so she put you by your
pod to get changed into something more comfortable and she grabbed her handbag
from the floor and went upstairs.
Stepping into her room, she reached into her handbag and pulled out the
struggling tiny man holding him in her grip she growled at him “stop…
struggling… or I’ll just drop you now and smash you with my foot…” under her
glare, the tiny man went limp, shivering slightly “good… now, listen up… I am
going to sit downstairs and watch TV, being pampered by another little tiny who
is a close friend. Once he falls asleep, I am going to come up here and you’re
going to pleasure me… if you do good, you live and I let you go… if you do bad,
well lets just say you wont be leaving here in one piece, ok?”
The tiny man was shaking, but nodded his head “yes… I... I… understand”
“Good!” sitting back on her bed, Leah pulled off her socks, dropping him
into one and bunching it up, returning it to the same place her last prisoner
was kept, before deciding what to wear tonight “lets face it… he’s into me… him
and Soph are done…” opening her cupboard doors and underwear draw “Let’s go
with… ah-ha!” picking out a matching set of deep red panties and bra, she puts
them on, checking herself out “oh yeh… that’s the look” admiring how the colour
worked with her naturally darker skin, before donning her olive green robe
“gotta keep him guessing!” and walking back downstairs
Monday evening –
Your perspective
Leah entered the
kitchen, walking over to you and beaming “oh my god I thought the other ones
were cute, these are the best!” seeing you standing there wearing what was
clearly a repurposed scrap of baby clothing, with little fluffy animals
embroidered into it.
“Yeh… when you look
this good, you can pull off anything” you confidently joked
“Don’t I know it” Leah
replied, reaching forwards and grabbing you in her fist, opening her mouth to
say something, the doorbell rang “oh shit I forgot!” walking over to the
entrance corridor she bent down, still holding you, and rummaged one handed in
a bag, eventually pulling out a small cardboard box. Standing she walked to the
door and opened it “hello! You must be Ellen!” she said to the large boobed
brunette standing infront of her”
“Hey!” Ellen replied
“thanks for bringing that out, Sophia said you wouldn’t mind”
“No of course not…
enjoy it!”
“Thanks” Ellen said,
noting you in Leah’s grasp “and errr… you enjoy that” she winked at you,
running a shiver down your spine “oh and by the way there’s a package by your
door” she points to a small box leaning up against the wall
Smiling Leah replied
“thanks, and yes I intend to…” closing the door “ok… movie time!” returning to
the couch and dimming the lights, dropping the box by the bottom of the stairs.
Sitting back on the couch, Leah pulled her legs up next to her, lying sideways
looking at the tv as she turned it on, dropping you on the couch.
Still thinking in your
head ‘thanks, I intend to’ you wondered what Leah meant. Was last night a one
off? ‘I sure hope not… that was another level… maybe I just need to prompt the
situation’ and with that you walked down the couch to Leah’s feet that were
lying sideways on the couch, approaching the right one which was further away.
As you approach it, Leah flexes and then scrunches her foot infront of you,
causing the skin to stretch out before crumpling into wrinkles, then returning
to a neutral position. Leaning forwards you start rubbing your hands and elbows
into her, eliciting a reaction
“Ohh, hello there
little one, don’t even need to be told now? That’s good” winking at you as she
reached down and once again spurts some lotion onto both feet “Oh what about
the new star wars movie?”
“Sounds good!” you
shout up to her, knowing full well you have no intention of watching anything
as you start lathering the lotion into her leathery skin of her arch
“Hey, why not save the
washing and just take your clothes off now?” she askes innocently
“Err… sure” you reply
as you remove your shirt and then pants, still a bit self-conscious about your
semi hard member.
“There you go, isn’t
that more comfortable?” she says looking down at you
Without warning you
see her foot start moving left (from your perspective) towards the back of the couch,
until her toes are right infront of you. They splay out wriggling, the dextrous
toes grasping at your crotch, brushing your member causing it to stand hard.
Smiling down at you, biting her lower lip, Leah positions her big and second
toe around your shaft and grips it feeling you shudder.
“Mmm… you were such a
good boy today…” as she starts pumping her toes “Keep doing well down there,
and maybe I’ll be nice… deal?”
Looking up at her
hungry face “de…deal” you stutter out causing her to giggle, giving your shaft
one last pinch with her toes before she returns her foot to its existing
position
“Well then… earn your
keep” she winks as you drop back to your task, using all your strength to push
your hands, arms , elbows, even shoulders into her, hearing her sigh in
contentment confirms you’re doing a good job. After working your way from her
heel to her toes and back again, you move to her left foot and continue the
process, looking up when you can and seeing her eyes closed with a smile on her
face.
‘Damn I must be doing
a good job!’ you thought not knowing the true extent of her thoughts. Yes you
were doing great, she felt amazing, but part of her pleasure was coming from
knowing she had a new toy to play with upstairs.
Her phone dings,
signalling a message coming in, which she looks at pausing for a moment, her
facial expression turning from confused to excited, before putting her phone
face down on the coffee table and returning to her relaxed position.
Once you had finished
with her second foot, you shout up to her “What would you like next, Leah?”
Looking down at you,
her face looked different to how you had seen it before, it was a happy and
pleasured expression, but with an added tinge of something… almost hunger,
before you could read too much into it she replied
“Walk down to the
bottom of the couch” you complied without hesitation “good boy… stay still” as
she rolled onto her back and stretched her legs out, her feet landing either
side of you, sitting upright and looking you dead in the eyes, something hard
about her expression “do you trust me?” she asked with a mock pout on her lips
“Of course I do!” you
reply without hesitation
“Then I want you to
lie down on your back, feet facing the front of the couch… don’t make me wait”
she ordered
Gulping, you comply,
lying down with your feet facing the edge of the couch, so Leah is to your left
“I’m going to smother
you with my feet into the couch, and then once I’m done I want you to walk your
tiny body all-over me… am I clear?”
Slightly concerned
over her direct words you manage to reply “err… yes… clear” lying on your back
“Good” she replies as
she unties her robe, slipping it from her shoulders and pushing it off of her
body and legs, leaving her lying naked apart from the red bra and frilly
panties she is wearing, lying back she grabs her phone and puts on some sort of
yoga / spa music, with deep rumbling sounds and the patter of rain in the
background, lowering her phone to the coffee table she puts her hands over her
head, looks down at you and raises her feet. Lowering her left foot onto your
legs first, the ball of her foot pinning you down, her right foot positions
over your lower half, flexing as it lowers towards you, landing but leaving
your face in the crease between her two smallest toes allowing you to breath.
She starts grinding her left foot over your lower body slowly, gradually
increasing pressure and forcing you into the couch, as her right foot also
starts pushing down. Trying not to panic you just lie there, thinking if she
moves to abruptly she could inadvertently snap you in this position, when the
toes of her right foot start grabbing and flexing, gripping your shaft and face
gently as she continues. After a few minutes of this, she raises her feet and
drops her heels into the couch on either side of you, sinking them deep into
the surface.
Standing up, you pause
for a moment in the valley between her legs, looking up at her red panties,
your heart rate increases, as you decide to do as directed, and climb up her
right ankle making your way on all fours towards her body, being sure to push
in hard with every hand, knee, and foot movement. Working your way up her
thigh, you appreciate the muscle tone showing how she takes care of herself
physically, eventually reaching her toned and muscular belly. Here you start
planting kisses as you zig-zag back and forth, eventually crawling between the
mountainous breasts to her neck. You rub and kiss her neck, causing her to moan
gently, her body tensing slightly, before deciding to be a bit more bold.
Crawling back to her right boob and climbing it, you hug her flesh and worm
your way under her bra, crawling towards her already erect nipple. Reaching it
you start kissing and caressing, feeling her heartbeat deep beneath you
quicken. Crawling out you start making your way to her left breast, when her
hand grabs you, lifting you up and turning you 90 degrees to your right before
lowering you down, looking along her muscled abs to the top of her red panties.
Not sure if you should head in that direction, your concerns are allayed as she
pokes you in the butt, pushing you down that way. Not hesitating you start
crawling, sure to plant kisses on your way, and after a couple of minutes
reaching the top of her panties where you froze, really uncertain of what to
do.
Monday evening –
Leah’s perspective
Having you rub her
feet without direction was a pleasant surprise ‘I could get used to this every
night’ she thought, enjoying the attentions you were giving her, when her phone
went ‘ding’ interrupting her zen mood. Looking at her phone she saw the Id
“Patty” pop up ‘oh god what is she sending me at this time?’ unlocking her
phone, thankfully with the volume on mute. On your screen was a selfie video…
of Patty, her shirt open and the tiny man still bound by her necklace, she’s
saying something to Leah but she doesn’t dare turn the volume up and alerting
you to what’s going on. Moving the phone camera closer to Patty’s chest, Leah
can make out the man is still conscious and groaning in pain from the torture
he’s endured for hours… pain Leah is the reason for, somehow this realisation
doesn’t bother her anymore. Zooming the phone back out, Patty puts her phone
down leaving you looking at the ceiling for a few seconds before she picks it
up again, now holding the tiny free man in her palm, saying something to him
which makes him start crying and pleading with her. Flipping him in the air,
she grabs him by the legs just above his knees, leaving his upper body free,
saying something else to the muted camera, she licks her lips and mashes the
tiny man into them giving him a big wet kiss that covers most of his chest.
Pulling him away slightly she opens her mouth and shoves the upper half of his
body into the side of her mouth, bringing her molars down on his midsection.
Pausing for a moment she winks at Leah through the camera as she bites down and
twists her hand, pulling him away from her mouth… his body giving a little
resistance before tearing in half, her fist flying off camera as her head whips
away, blood dripping down her jawline as she centres herself again. Sucking his
upper body into her mouth she swallows him, before shoving his lower half in
and chewing them up before also swallowing – waving at the camera as the video
ends.
Smiling a bit, Leah
feels herself heating up, wondering if she will send a return video to Patty
later tonight. Realising she can’t let you know anything has happened, she puts
her phone down and returns to feeling your body on her feet before looking down
at you “do you trust me...?”
Watching you willingly
lie down and await her feet was overpowering for Leah, you were willingly
putting yourself in a position which she would love to use to crush the life
out of any other small man… but not you. Raising her feet, she decided to first
lower her left onto your legs, being sure the ball would pin you in place
before lowering her right foot down onto you, aiming to leave your face free
between the crevices of her smaller digits. Happy she has you pinned in place,
she starts grinding her left foot into your legs, pressing down slightly making
your body bend as half of you pushes into the couch. Applying pressure with her
right, she starts wriggling her toes, scrunching your face and member, pleased
at the feeling of your body moulding between her feet and the couch, and your
hard member rubbing against her toes, continuing for a minute before stopping –
watching you roll over and head to her ankle.
Feeling you crawling
towards her crotch was like heroin for Leah, the willingness you displayed
along with the tenderness was a literal drug, when you crawled into her bra and
started grasping her nipple, her heat beat quickened and she felt her panties
begin to go moist. Watching you turn and head towards her other nipple, she
thought ‘I cant wait any longer’ and picked you up gently, turning you to face
her panties, prodding you in the butt to move you. As you reached her panty
line, she saw you pause, and not wanting the momentum to break, she ran her
hand down and used her left hand to raise the fabric slightly as her right hand
grabs you and flips you around so your face is looking up at her before pushing
you into her flat belly, splaying your arms and legs out and rubbing your face
into her soft supple skin. Enjoying the pause, on the edge, she pushes you down
under her panties until your crotch is positioned on top of her upper lips
where her clit resides, once here her right hand starts rubbing you up and down,
increasing and decreasing pressure, making you hump her clit and folds, her
left hand joins the right and the fingers of both push and release your body,
helping you hump her – either with or against your will, she doesn’t care right
now.
Monday evening –
Your perspective
Pausing as you reach
her underwear, you are uncertain how to proceed, is she just playing a game or
does she want something? Her left hand snakes infront of you as her right
fingers pick you up and turn you around, looking up at her face for a moment
before she pushes you into her skin. She smells amazing, the faint remains of
cocoa butter mixed with her natural scent, hardening you further. Feeling her
fingers grip your hips, you don’t resist as she lowers you beneath the curtain
of fabric, feeling your legs begin to descend and leaving your body positioned
on top of her upper lips, your face staring at her clit as she begins rubbing
you into herself. The intoxicating smell of her womanhood and the warm, moist
surface you are being rubbed into is a sensation unlike anything you had ever
even dreamed about. She manipulates your body, making you hump the moist,
lubricated folds faster and faster, forcing you to hump her. It doesn’t take
long until you’re ready to blow your load, looking up beyond the canopy of red
above you, her face is looking down at you her mouth open and panting, you
shout “I want you to cum too!”
Replying between
breaths, Leah pants “Not yet… this is… is just… just for you… now cum for me…
in 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… come on, you can do it” as she increases the tempo and
pressure on your body “… 5… 4… yeh that’s it… 3… 2… 1… now! Do it, blow your
load onto me!”
You lose complete
control and push your face into her as you hump and release your seed,
twitching uncontrollably in the aftermath of another first of your life type
experience. Lacking the strength to move, you lie still until Leah pulls you up
gently a few minutes later, bringing you to her face. Her eyes are half closed,
her breathing deep, as she brings you to her mouth and licks you from head to
toe, taking in your gift and her own fluids simultaneously, stopping at your
still rigid member, she takes it between her lips and starts sucking, causing
you to pulse a couple more times, milking you dry. Completely overstimulated
your body and mind can no longer stay awake, falling asleep against her lips. Standing
softly she takes you to your pod and places you on the bed, pulling the cover
up, smiling down as she seals you inside.
Monday evening –
Leah’s perspective
Standing back from the
pod, still gasping, Leah wastes no time, she rushes upstairs, grabbing the box
on the way. Reaching her room she closes the door and rips the box open,
revealing its contents – a large bright blue dildo. Inspecting it, she thinks
to herself ‘damn, that same day delivery was worth it’ turning it round in her
hands, before placing it on her bedside table.
Turning and stepping quickly
towards her draws, Leah slowly opens her sock drawer, reaching towards the
balled up sock with her toy for the evening… stopping dead in her tracks… the
sock has been unrolled ‘shit… no!’ she thinks grabbing it and squeezing it
allover, confirming it to be empty ‘fuck! No!’ she thought rushing back outside
into the landing, looking around seeing nothing in the low light. Heading back
to the stairs she slowly steps down, about halfway something catches her eye, a
tiny form pushed up into the corner of the stair not moving… walking a few
steps further down, Leah turns and crouches, looking her captive dead in his
terror filled eyes “well now… I guess that answers one question for tonight” as
she reaches in and grabs him, squeezing him hard in her fist as she returns to
her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Walking to her bed she pulls the sheets
open and drops the tiny man onto his back, picking up her left foot and
slamming it into his chest she pushes him into the mattress until he cant
breathe, before lifting her foot and repeating as she growls at him “so… this
is what you want… huh?... want me to stamp you to dust?... all you had to do
was stay put…” now grinding him back and forth “but no… you couldn’t even do
that… idiot! Well now…” pulling her foot back she snatches him up and looks him
dead in the eye, rage filling her face “…it is decided… this is where you have
to struggle to survive” shoving him face first into her mouth she clamps down
on his torso, slathering him with saliva as she lies back into bed, pulling her
panties off and sitting up against her mountain of pillows, spitting him between
her massive breasts, gasping for air as he slides down slowly. Snarling down at
him, Leah grasps her boobs and slams them together, sandwiching him between
them and expelling the air from his body before grinding him between them,
enjoying his pained gasps “that’ll teach you, little shit… try to run from me!”
pushing them hard together until his body goes rigid. Releasing her breasts,
they fall back from him, allowing him to breathe again, his body lying on her
chest panting deeply. Deciding to give him a few moments to recover, Leah
reaches over with her left hand and grasps the dildo, bringing it above him
“know what this is…?” she coos at him, rotating the toy showing him the other
side, where a long indent has been moulded into the shaft from near the base to
near the tip, and small bands at the top and bottom hang free. As he gasps and
tries to stand, her right palm slams down on him, pushing him deep into her
skin before her fingers wrap around him and lift him from her chest, turning
him and pushing him into the moulded gap on the dildo “If you struggle right
now, nothing will change” she growled at him “you’re going where you’re going…
the only decision you have to make is if your limbs are intact… or broken… now
choose!” she barked.
Complying with her in
the hope of surviving, he voluntarily raised his hands above his head and
straightened his legs, looking down unable to make eye contact.
Smiling, Leah wrapped
the bands near the tip around his wrists, wrapping them around him until she
was satisfied they were stable, before doing the same with the other bands to
his ankles, leaving him strapped to the side of the dildo in her right hand,
his body partially sunken into the indent Lying back and holding him above her
head she looked into his eyes, her face turning soft again and the hint of a
smile making him feel she was his friend “ok little guy, I got a tad angry
there… I’m sorry, I just… want to play with you. I promise I’ll be gentle, and
once we’re done I’ll drop you off anywhere you want, ok?” smiling with her
perfect white teeth.
The tiny man actually
relaxed at this point and replied to her “Ok, I’ll do my best to make you feel
good”
Beaming at him she
responded “and I will you, too! Now come here” raising the dildo tip to her mouth
and touching it to her lips she pushes the dildo tip in – her left hand falling
to her clit where she started rubbing gently. Stopping the insertion as his
wrists enter her maw, she retracts the toy, getting used to the feeling as it
had been a while, before pushing in further, and further… to his elbows,
shoulders, over his head, until she got half way down his chest. unable to fit
any more than the 5 inches into her mouth, slurping around as she pulled it
out, turning him to face her she brought him to her and gently kissed his face
before lowering the dildo below her left hand, pushing the tip gently into her
glistening vagina – holding it there for a moment before plunging it into
herself. Gasping, she kept pumping and rubbing herself, feeling something
unlike anything she had before. The length of the dildo plus the wriggling form
attached was hitting all kinds of spots for her making her writhe in pleasure as
she forced him into herself. Pumping him in and out, gasping in pleasure she
thought about Patty at the school, crushing the tiny bug, then the video of her
ripping him with her teeth. Thinking about Sophia’s stories from the other
night, crushing, raping, eating the tiny men. Thinking about the tiny man being
thrust into her like the toy he was attached to, she threw her head back and
yelled out as she orgasmed, her passage clamping down onto him and the dildo as
she bucked her hips, gasping in pleasure. Holding him inside her for a bit,
feeling the waves of pleasure roll up her entire body, she felt the toy within
her start wriggling around in panic ‘ahhhh… he can’t breathe’ thinking for a
moment about letting him drown in her juices, she decided on a more fun
approach. Slowly retracting the dildo from her depths, she brought him up to
her, her lips enveloping his face and sucking her juices from him, allowing him
to breathe again.
The tiny man looked up
at her, uncertainty on his face.
“You did sooooo good
little guy, I’ve decided to set you free… after I give you a reward for your
efforts of course, that would only be fair, wouldn’t it?” leaning forwards and
licking his flaccid member which shortly rose to attention.
Enjoying the feeling
of her powerful muscle, the tiny man leant back and enjoyed the feeling of her
playing with him gently.
After a few minutes
Leah pulled her face away and looked at him as she deftly loosened his
restraints, allowing him to fall into her palm, her fingers clutching around
him and cupping him in her warm embrace she lent forwards and pressed her lips
into his crotch. The large lips covered his entire midsection, as she started
sucking and probing him with her tongue, finding his member and lathering it in
saliva. Letting her lips pucker around his shaft she started sucking as her
tongue massaged his tip, bringing him to the edge, soon after blowing his load
into her mouth and spasming in her grasp. Being sure to continue her treatment
for a minute to milk him dry, Leah opened her mouth and thrust him in, slamming
her lips and sealing him in darkness. Not sure about what she was about to do,
Leah attempted chewing him, but upon her teeth first biting into him she found
she couldn’t bring herself to do it, holding him between her jaw as she
panicked and tried to figure out what to do. Not being given an option, the
tiny in her mouth kicked her in the uvula causing her to gag and spit him into
her palm, standing in her palm and yelling at her, Leah was taken aback for a
moment, before rage overtook her once more. Clapping her other hand on top of
him, she smashed him between her palms, grinding them together to hurt him.
Happy he had stopped yelling, she peeled her palms apart and saw him lying
there, bent in a strange position, clearly in pain “that… that was your fault”
she spat at him, wondering what to do ‘well, I guess we’re here now’ grabbing
her phone and switching the camera on. Turning it to herself she started
recording, showing the tiny man in her palm as she lifted it up and slurped him
into her maw like an oyster, swishing him around her mouth before biting down
gently, positioning him towards the back of her throat before – GULP – she
swallowed him alive, winking at the camera before ending the recording. Sitting
back, Leah took a minute to process what she had just done, this was new to
her… but damn she was excited by it, going into her phone and finding her
contact list, she sent the video to Patty without a second thought.
Remembering you, she quickly gave herself a rinse in the shower and ran
downstairs, lifting your pod, slowly bringing it up to bed and placing it on
the table next to her, collapsing into her sheets and falling into a deep
sleep.
Monday evening –
Your perspective
Waking up in the
darkness, you couldn’t believe what had happened, and had no idea how long you
had been out cold for. Stepping slowly from the pod you were once again greeted
by the site of the Greek Goddess lying naked, covers only covering up to her
waist, exposing everything to you.
Deciding against a
repeat of your actions of the previous night, you just sat staring at her for a
moment, realising you no longer felt any yearning to be reunited with Sophia,
instead wishing you could stay like this forever… or better yet, be returned to
full size and dating Leah as a full size person.
After a while, you
stood and return to the safety of your pod, realising despite the tongue bath
Leah gave you, you still smelt of her. Lying down you snuggled into your bed
and fell back to sleep
Chapter 15 – Another Day at Work by Mamamoo
Chapter 15 – Another Day at Work
Tuesday morning
– Your perspective
“Morning little guy!”
you hear muffled through the pod walls, waking you from your slumber, smiling
at the thought of what was going to greet you.
To your dismay when you
emerged, Leah was infront of you already dully dressed and eating cereal from a
bowl
“Morning sleepy head!
I tried waking you earlier but you were really out of it, we’re running late so
have to move fast, get ready!
“No worries!” You
reply “it’s just… I kind of need to wash if that’s ok”
Smiling down at you,
Leah shovelled a huge spoonful of cereal into her mouth and responded “shure
fing” mumbling as her jaw clamped down on the food, the loud crunches unnerving
you, realising you could have just as easily been her food rather than her toy
last night. – GULP – “Ok, hop on!” lowering her hand, she picked you up and
carried you to the bathroom, running the sink tap and making sure it was warm
before holding you under the spray and rubbing soap into your body. It felt
like a full body massage but on steroids, making you moan in relaxing pleasure.
Mistaking your moans
for something else, Leah turned the tap off and grabbed a face cloth to dry
you, lifting you up and giggling “Not right now, I said we’re late!” carrying
you back to your pod and dropping you infront of it “Ok, get dressed ill pack
everything up and get you some food!” jumping up and darting from the room
before you could say anything.
Popping into your pod
you find a set of trousers and small polo shirt ‘cool!’ you think putting it on
and waiting outside, hearing Leah come running up the stairs
“Shit, shit, shit” as
she burst into the room, running over to you, today wearing tight fitting black
jeans that stop above her ankles, black sneakers and a large, loose white
shirt, “hop on babe!” holding her hand out
‘Babe?’ you thought to
yourself as you hopped onto her hand ‘that’s… a good sign?’ as her hand wrapped
around you and she turned and raced out to her car. Getting in she placed you
in your secure spot within her bosom and shot off to her job like a bat out of
hell.
Arriving at the school
just in time, Leah ran to her class room (removing you first this time having
learnt that lesson), entering the room just as the bell rang and the students
began filing in.
Taking a moment to
compose herself she placed you in your little temporary pod on her desk, most
of the students having lost interest in you by this point and were busy
chatting away but a few still stood out to you, most notably the Asian and
blonde girls at the back right, the red-head in the front right, but also one
you hadn’t noticed yesterday, a girl that appeared to be of Indian descent in
the front left, with the characteristic dark brown eyes and almost jet black
hair. Breaking her eye contact from you as Leah walked past she looked up and
said good morning, a very posh British accent emerging from her lips,
indicating much of her education must have been from a nice part of southern
England.
Deciding to not risk
being subjected to any sort of mental torture, you kept your head down as much
as you could reading your book, whilst Leah walked around the room, pointing at
things on the smartboard and talking about the subjects. Looking up a couple of
times none of the class seemed interested in you, although you made eye contact
with a few briefly.
The bell rang loudly
making you jump, not realising the first couple of hours of the day had already
passed, the class standing and filing out to enjoy their quick break from class.
Leah sat down at her
desk and you started chatting about stuff, when Leah glanced up and a horrified
expression flew across her face. Reaching down she grabbed you and dropped into
her drawer which she slammed shut, confused and uncertain you lay in the
darkness.
Tuesday morning
– Leah’s perspective
Chatting away to you,
Leah glanced up and saw the form of Patty strolling towards Leah’s classroom,
throwing Leah into an instant panic, grabbing you and shoving you into her desk
drawer and slamming it shut as she rose and aimed to intercept Patty at the
door.
Reaching the door just
as Patty did, Leah put an arm onto the frame in a half attempt to stop her
entering, which Patty brushed aside with a huge grin on her face “Oh meu Deus!”
she exploded “sorry… oh my god! I can’t believe you got into it!”
“Shhh!!” Leah flapped
at her “not here!”
“Ok chica let’s go
outside!” she grabbed Leah’s arm and tried to lead her out
“Sorry Pat, I’m really
behind on some marking, can we talk later?” Leah pleaded
“Hmpf” Patty grumbled
“fiiiiinnneee” she let out in an exasperated voice, turning and stomping away.
Leah closed the door
behind her and walked back to the desk, opening it and picking you up “sorry
that was Pat again, just had to be safe!”
“No worries” you
responded, wondering if you should ask her what Patty was talking about, her
loud voice carrying easily into the drawer you were dumped into. Deciding
against it you continued “you probably made the right call!” smiling up at her
warm doe eyes.
The bell rang again,
signalling the class would roll back in. This time Leah propped her phone up
infront of you on her Netflix app with the volume set low so only you could
hear it. Lying back on the makeshift bed you started watching the transformers
movie ‘classic!’ you thought as it started and Leah continued her earlier
lesson.
Just as the movie was
wrapping up, the bell rang for the girl’s longer lunchtime, snapping you back
to reality as they filed out. This time however as you sat up, a shadow fell
over you – looking up you met the eyes of the young Indian girl looking
curiously down at you. You first noticed her styling – black shiny leather
trousers, with a slightly baggy hoody, primarily black but with reds and
yellows in various patterns across it. Not sure why, you were instantly hit by
the assumption that it was all very expensive. Looking down at you she extended
her pointer finger towards you “Good afternoon, My name is Aisha” the finger
hovering infront of you.
Realising it was a
handshake sort of gesture you reached out and grasped the tip, shaking it, not
sure where this was going “err… I’m…”
“I know who you are,
it was a delight meeting you!” and with that she turned on her heel and walked
off, noticing her shoes were some Gucci white trainer. Looking to your left you
saw Leah standing close by, clearly hovering close during the encounter just
encase.
“What was that about?
Who is that?” you asked as Leah sighed
“She…” Leah started
“she is one of my many challenges. Her father is an ambassador or something, so
she’s a rich spoilt kid, but still has this down to earth side. It’s almost a
torment to her, she doesn’t seem to know who she really is” Leah looked sad
“Its ok” you tried to
cheer her up “I’m sure you’re helping her through this tough time!”
Smiling at you Leah
said “Thanks, I do try! Now we have to talk about this break – I’m on patrol
with Patty and don’t want to risk what happened yesterday re-occurring. I think
its safest to put you in my handbag and you hide there until I’m back, ok?
Feeling uneasy but
understanding her point you agree, Leah picking you up and lowering you into
her handbag, winking at you as she zips it up, sealing you in darkness.
Heading out of the
classroom, Leah shuts the door behind her, turning and almost crashing into
Patty’s bouncing form.
“Come on chica! Lets
gooooo” Patty impatiently grabs Leah by the arm and leads her outside.
Tuesday
afternoon – Leah’s perspective
Walking out into the
bright sunshine, Leah and Patty looked around to make sure they were out of
earshot of students as they began their patrol.
Patty felt like she
was going to explode at any moment “Oh my god! Just tell me, what the fuck
happened!?” grabbing Leah by the arm hard enough to make her gasp.
“Ouch! Calm down ok!”
Leah frowned at Patty
“Sorry, just… come on
this is you! You swallowed a tiny!” Patty was beside herself with glee “I guess
I finally rubbed off on you huh?” she giggled
“Look Pat, its
something I have been exploring yes… but please don’t say anything, I’m still
not sure how I feel about it”
“My lips are sealed
chica!” Patty replied pulling her hand across her mouth mimicking zipping her
lips shut.
Continuing their
patrol around the school perimeter, Patty gestures Leah to stop, before
tip-toeing forwards towards a plant pot. Looking over the top of the pot she
quickly crouches and throws her hand down, grabbing something on the far side.
As she stands up she holds her hand infront of Leah, dangling a tiny 1-inch man
by his legs
“Good catch Pat, have
fun!” Leah offers, cautious about where this is likely to go
“Uh-uh” Patty shakes
her head “this one’s for you” shaking the tiny man, reaching forwards she grabs
Leah’s hand and holds it out, depositing the tiny into her palm. Letting go,
patty steps back with a big smile on her face, looking at Leah expectantly.
“Come on Pat, not
here” Leah says looking around, realising they are completely alone with no
students in view
“Pleeeeeeaassseee,
don’t make me beg!” Patty frowns and puts on a sad face as she holds her palms
together in a prayer pose
“Ergh” Leah sighs,
looking at the tiny man in her palm, staring at her in terror “fine, but
nothing flashy”
Patty jumped and
clapped her hands, ecstatic at getting what she wanted.
“Sorry little guy”
Leah said to the man in a soft voice “but once she found you, you were done
anyway” lowering her hand to the ground, dropping him from shin height. The
distance wasn’t enough to kill him, but falling into concrete from that height left
him winded and clutching his chest as he lay in pain on his back. Using the toe
of her left shoe, she pried the black sneaker from her right foot, letting it
drop to the side as she exposed the light blue ankle sock she was wearing. Not
wasting any time she lowered her foot onto the tiny man, trapping him under her
arch and immobilising him, waiting as Patty moved to her left side and crouched
down to get a good view. Increasing the pressure on his tiny form, Leah felt
him begin to struggle and could faintly hear screams. Deciding she didn’t want
to torture the poor guy too much, she lifted her foot and repositioned so that
her toes were either side of his face and the ball of her foot covered his tiny
body from chest to feet, she pushed the toes down and stretched the fabric of
her sock across his face, limiting his breathing and causing him to thrash.
Raising her heel so until her foot was almost vertical, the hard ball of her
foot resting across his entire form and just his head somewhere beneath her
toes, she held this position, feeling his struggles decrease as his oxygen
levels dropped. Deciding he had been through enough, she began twisting her
foot and increased the pressure, grinding him into the hard surface a few times
before his body gave out, blood splattering to the left like she had stepped on
a ketchup packet.
Patty jumped up and
embraced Leah “we are going to have SO MUCH FUN!” she yelled at her “I have so
many toys and stuff you can play with! I’m not in tomorrow but I’ll be sure to
drop some stuff off to you”
“Thanks” Leah smiled
“let’s get back to it shall we?” continuing their patrol, Leah asked patty
about these toys she mentioned.
Giving her details on
most of them, she winked at Leah and told her some were for couples “if you
ever want to try something that will blow – Your – Freaking – MIND… let me know
and I’ll bring some of those ones over” winking at Leah.
Leah knew Patty was
happy to get her kicks from whichever gender presented itself, but Leah was
still mostly guarded, having been mostly with men and only one woman, who
ironically had treated her worse than any of the men.
Tuesday
afternoon – Your perspective
Settling back into the
darkness, you mulled over Patty’s words some more “what did she mean?” you ask
yourself, trying to think about anything you had seen that would reveal an
answer. Not sure how long you had been pondering this, you could swear you
heard something moving around outside the bag. Deciding to be brave, you stand
up and climb on top of the various contents of Leah’s bag until you reach the
zipper, using your arms you manage to pry this open enough to stick your head
out and look around. Initially not seeing anything you are about to drop back
down when a voice makes you freeze.
“Hey!”
Looking down you see a
tiny about the same size as you standing beside Leah’s bag, waving at you “Oh,
hey!” you reply
“This is Miss Connor’s
class right?” the tiny shouts to you in a thick Scottish accent
“Yeh, how come?” you
cautiously reply
“She’s the railroad
mate! Our group have been trying to reach her but weren’t sure which room she
was in. This is amazing! She can take us away!”
“How many of you are
there?” you ask, seeing his face go from happy to sad in a flash
“There were 7 of us…
now its just three…”
“I’m sorry for your
losses” you reply solemnly as you push the zipper open more and pull yourself
up further “come in here for safety, I’ll talk to Leah when she’s back – she
won’t say no… you’re safe now”
Tearing up the tiny
turns and waves his hands, signalling his last two friends that they are safe
to emerge from their hiding spots, turning back to you “We travel separated
now, it’s safer that way” he explains.
Looking across the
room, one of his compatriots was hiding behind the chair leg of the closes row
of students seats, whilst the second was back at the door entry “No worries,
come here” you reach down and grasp his hand as he jumps up. Pulling him to the
top of the bag, getting him there as the second man reaches you, who you also
help up.
“Thanks mate” the
second man says.
“Sorry, introductions”
the first man starts “Meh name is Dave, this is Calum, and that guy over there
is Sean”
“No worries, I’m…” you
pause as you hear the thudding of footsteps “shit… get in… now!” you hiss at
the two, who drop in hesitantly, not wanting to leave their friend. Able to see
down the corridor via the glass that borders the doorway from your position,
you see two girls approaching, a chill running down your spine as you identify
them as Mei and Jen “Shit, this is bad, get down!” looking across at the other
tiny who is still too far away you yell “HIDE!” and drop into the bag, pulling
the zipper closed above you. Dropping into the darkness you whisper to Dave and
Calum “Don’t make a sound, these two girls are fucking insane, if they find us
we’re all dead”.
Hearing the door open
and close, heavy footsteps approach your position as all three of you hold your
breath, a sudden bang making you all jump ‘that’s the draw open’ you think to
yourself ‘shit she is literally hunting me’.
Tuesday
afternoon – Mei and Jen’s perspective
Walking briskly down
the corridor, Jen turns to Mei “look I just wanna go on the record and state
this is a freakin’ stupid idea… Miss Connor probably has him with her, and even
if we find him, Miss Connor will blame us!”
“I don’t care” Mei
growled back, still seething from your disrespect to her yesterday “she can’t
prove anything if there’s no body to find” dark thoughts flashing through her
mind as they reached the door to Miss Connor’s class. Looking around to make
sure they were alone, Mei twisted the handle and pushed the door open, pulling
Jen in as she closed it behind her. Walking briskly to the desk she yanks the
draws open, cursing as she sees her quarry is not here “damn, you might be
right” she admits to Jen “she would have him with her, damnit!” stamping her
foot. Turning around she sees the handbag on the floor, wondering if Miss
Connor left him in there?
“Shit, Mei!” Jen
gasped seeing movement underneath the teacher’s desk
Mei wasted no time,
turning and diving to the floor throwing her hand out and slamming it down onto
the tiny man “Gotcha!” she growled triumphantly as she pulled her hand towards
her, dragging the tiny form under her palm “I knew I would find you
eventually…” lifting her hand and revealing… some random tiny man. Sitting up
on her knees, Mei rubbed her hands into her temples “you’ve gotta be kidding me
right now…” looking down at the tiny man.
Jen circumvented the
desk and stood above him, her large feet clad in those classic adidas stans
trainers standing threateningly on either side of his body “Close, but no
cigar!” she laughed at Mei
Looking down at the
man Mei made him an offer “Look, you’re not who I want… there’s one of you bugs
that stays with this teacher here… have you seen him?” the tiny man shook his
head as he stood “have you seen any other bugs here?” again the tiny man shook
his head. Sighing, Mei looked up at Jen “I guess this one’s yours right”
grabbing him around his waist and raising him as she stood, dropping his 4-inch
tall body into Jen’s waiting palms.
Jen giggled at him as
she tightened her grip around his body “well little guy, let’s play a game”
walking to the front row of desks and letting him go.
Stepping back the tiny
man looked at the athletic form of his captor, skin tight green bike shorts
that ran from her thighs up her toned rear end, disappearing beneath a loose
fitting white hoody, her blonde hair had been tied into a tight bun and her
piercing blue eyes gazed into the eyes of the tiny man, struggling to not show
his arousal at her appearance.
Seeing a twitch in his
crotch behind the makeshift trousers, Jen smiled “well that should make this
easier” turning to Mei “ok what have I got”
Mei checked her notes “3 minutes 18 seconds is your previous record”
reading down the list “your PB is 1 minute 5 seconds though”
“Oh yeh, that was impressive… makes it harder to beat though,
unfortunately for these guys” Jen looked down, deciding what to do with him,
explaining the concept of the game to him as he stood there horrified, still
not willing to rat out his friends who had made it to safety “Ok, strip off
naked” Jen spread her legs apart and stood in a power stance, hands on her hips
exerting her authority over the tiny man who didn’t resist, removing his
clothes and revealing his semi. “Ohhh, for me?” Jen gasped playfully, deciding
to give him a show, turning around and pulling her hoody up to her lower back,
keeping her legs straight and bending forwards a the hips, her large muscular
bum stretching the fabric across its surface, the display turning the tiny man’s
member rock hard. Standing once more she turned to face him, her friendly face
smiling at his reaction “well done little guy… even if you lose, I might just
let you go!” she exclaimed “but for now…” she lowered her fingertips to the
table and walked her 2nd and 3rd fingers like a pair of
legs around the edge of the table as she walked around it, pulling the seat out
and dropping herself into it. Lowering her face to the tiny man she blew hard
into his face, the sudden rush of air making him fall onto his backside.
Giggling at him she said “It’s ok, come here” as she lowered her chin to the
desk, her blue eyes seeming to gaze into his very soul, licking her lips and
smacking them “Mei… start the timer… come on little guy, you want to live
right?” licking her lips once more before puckering them into an ‘O’ shape.
The tiny man saw the Asian girl fiddle with her phone, realising his
time had started he walked forwards until he stood right before her lips,
pausing for a moment.
Not wanting him to freeze up, Jen positioned her right hand behind the
tiny and gripped him gently by the hips, guiding him forwards until his shaft
poked her in the lip, pulling him back she repositioned him before pushing
forwards again, this time his shaft popping through the hold in her pillowy
lips. Now she had him she started sucking and licking his tip, feeling him
shudder in her grasp as she used her fingers to pull and push his hips, forcing
him to hump her lips. Enjoying the feeling of him as he leant forwards and
embraced her face with his arms, wrapping them around her cheeks
His face stared into her left eye, literally an inch from his body, the
huge blue iris the same size as his entire head, he took in the immense
details, how there was light and dark veins of blue that all lined up with
eachother, giving her that piercing gaze.
Sucking hard, she pinned his body to her mouth as she sat upright, now
positioning her palm against his back to support him, opening her lips and
rolling her mammoth tongue out and lapping it up his body, hearing him gasp in
pleasure as it rubbed his shaft. Jen was really enjoying playing with this one,
usually they were terrified and had to be coaxed into a horny state, but this
guy was enamoured by her the moment he saw her. As she felt him start to tense
his body she gave his shaft one last long, slow, hard lick, before puckering
her lips around his shaft and sucking hard, using her palm to help him hump
her. Feeling him tense up and start shuddering she sucked hard and moaned
deeply, the combination sending him over the edge as he blew his seed into her mouth,
the salty gift mixing with her saliva as she kept sucking him, feeling him
twitch and spasm in her grasp. Smiling, she popped him from her lips and pulled
her palm a few inches from her face, making eye contact with him as she
swallowed the mixture of her saliva and his load, she smiled at him.
Mei leant forwards and turned her phone around showing the timer ‘3:26’
“so close!” she laughed.
The tiny man’s blood ran cold as he looked into Jen’s blue eyes, the
warmth now gone and replaced by a cold piercing glare.
“Sorry buddy, rules are rules! But… I’ll make you a deal because you
were pretty brave there. I won’t actively kill you… just survive till the end
of school and I’ll keep you as a pet… deal?”
Nodding the tiny man gasps as he falls to his knees “Yes Goddess… Deal”
‘Goddess?’ Jen thought ‘I like it…’ standing up and dropping him to the
desk, turning starting to sit on the desk, her huge arse lowering to the tiny
man, stopping just before making contact as she stood up once more. Gripping
the skin-tight shorts by the waistband she rolled them down, a bit of
resistance due to the fitting, before they popped down and exposed her toned
cheeks, a pair of black panties now in his face. Reaching behind her, her left
hand pulled the panties down as her right grasped him, picking him up and
bringing him to his destination, her left hand pulled the left cheek away from
the right as she shoved his body into the gap, removing both hands and leaving
him smothered between her cheeks right up to his neck. “Good luck little guy”
she called over her shoulder as she pulled the panties up, covering him in darkness,
before working the shorts back up, struggling to get them to roll over her bum
until they shot up, compressing her cheeks and instantly immobilising the man,
already struggling to breath. Looking at Mei “There’s no hope he’s going to
last” she laughed as the pair walked back and exited the class room.
Tuesday
afternoon – your perspective
Sitting in complete silence and listening to what was happening outside the
confines of the bag, you could only look at the two sullen men “I’m sorry…”
“Thanks” replied Dave “so close… poor bastard”
“He might live?” Calum offered “she did say she might keep him as a
pet?”
“Sorry… I’ve seen those two before, it’s hopeless” you reply, killing
the conversation as you all sat in silence, the bell eventually ringing to
signal a return to class.
Tuesday
afternoon – Leah’s perspective
Checking the time, Leah turned to Patty “Alright, the bell is about to
go let’s get back to class. See you tomorrow?”
“Nah, my day off tomorrow! I’m going to the beach” Patty replied “Want
to grab some drinks in the evening though?”
Leah was about to reply yes, wanting to get more information from her
around her sordid activities with shrinkies, but decided against it “Uh… I
can’t sorry, I have a… friend staying over”
“Ohhhh chica… man or woman?” she winked
“Not like that! We’re friends… he’s actually in a relationship with my
bestie but they’re having a few issues right now and she’s away in Perth for
work so he’s staying with me” Leah replied, almost pinching herself for being
too honest
Patty frowned for a moment, looking at Leah she asked “Wait… he’s with
your friend, why you have him at yours?… Can’t he look after himself?”
“Oh yeh… of course he could! It’s just… erm… they have issues and he
just needs… support!” Leah babbled out, trying to salvage the situation “So he
stays with me and I’m acting as a mediator… I guess”
Patty looked unconvinced for a moment, but shrugged her shoulders and
said “Ok then, sounds fun… See you the day after! I’ll drop some ‘toys’ at your
place tomorrow!” as she ran off, her converse trainers slamming into the
ground.
Sighing deeply and oping Patty fell for her ruse, Leah returned to her
class and picked her handbag up, placing it on the desk, opening it and
surprised when your head shot straight out
“Hey!” you shouted up at her
“Hey yourself” she smiled
“Ok, listen this is going to sound random, but these three guys came in
looking for you… Mei and Jen came in and caught one… he’s gone… but the other
two are in here with me”
Frowning, Leah unzipped her bag the rest of the way and looked in at the
two men who stared up at her “Oh, hey guys… I can get you to safety, just stay
in there quiet ok?” the two men nodded as she pulled you out and put you on the
desk, closing the bag and putting it down on the floor again.
Sitting down as the bell rang, Leah was thinking to herself ‘shit, I was
hoping we could play tonight… and what do I do with these two? Stick them in a
box and mail them to some random address, pretending its this fake colony?’
looking down and seeing you staring up at her she ended her train of thought
and smiled as the class filed in.
“Here you go!” she said cheerily as she put her phone down with Netflix
on for you and greeted her class, directing them to their seats.
Tuesday
afternoon – Your perspective
Sitting back infront of the huge screen, you wondered what was going
through Leah’s mind just then. Why did she pause so long? Was she angry at you?
No… she saves people, that can’t be the case “Maybe I imagined it” you mutter
to yourself, sitting back and waiting for the rest of the day to wrap up.
After watching some more stuff on Netflix, you decide to look around the
class and see what’s happening. Moving closer to the edge of the container you
look out and instantly make eye contact with the red-head in the front row who
stares at you unrelentingly. Traying to look around elsewhere, you can’t shake
a feeling of dread and decide to look back at her, her face smiling gently at
you as she winks, raising her eyebrows and glancing down towards the floor once
more. Shuddering a bit you decide to look down, her black jeans disappearing
into a pair of shin height, tan coloured Ugg boots – the ones with the woollen
insides. The girl looks around and sees that Leah is at the back right of the
room, pointing something out on a wall poster, she turns back to you and using
the toe of her left boot, she peels the right off her foot. As it emerges you
notice her foot is bare, wiggling her black painted toes in the air, she grips
the side of the discarded boot between her big and 2nd toes, lifting
it up and inverting it. Giving it a slight shake, a 2-inch tall man falls out
and crashes into the floor, the girl looks down to check his position and
brings her sole down onto him, pinning him beneath her arch. As you look up at
her, she makes unwavering eye contact, leaning forwards and placing her elbows
on the desk, using her hands to support her chin she just stares at you. As
unnerving as this was you couldn’t help but look down at the scene that was
unfolding, her game had started.
Pulling her other foot from its boot she proceeded to torment the tiny
man, starting with forcing his head into the floor with the big toe of her
right foot as her left toes grabbed his legs lifting him, bending his back to a
painful angle before releasing his head. Lifting her left foot high, she
splayed her toes suddenly, sending his body crashing painfully to the ground
before lowering the ball of her right foot onto his chest. Flexing her toes
upwards to stretch her skin taught, she ground his chest back and forth like
she would a cigarette, ensuring agony but not applying enough pressure to crush
him. Smiling, she lifted her foot and pulled it closer to her, pointing her
toes down towards her victim, sensing she had the positioning right she dropped
her foot, her big toe landing straight onto the tiny man’s crotch. Feeling her
accurate hit, she smiled at you as she began rubbing her digit up and down,
rubbing the tiny man’s body across the floor by his crotch, leaving him
whimpering in pain. Releasing his body she placed a foot on either side of him,
her soles facing eachother, as the tiny man stood up and attempted to run she
slammed them together, sandwiching his entire body between her arches, only his
head and shoulder protruding due to the angle of the arches creating a V shape
gap. The tiny man’s brief look of relief was replaced with horror as she began
rolling her soles against him, the sweat from being barefoot in her fluffy
boots coated the tiny man, ironically the only thing preventing friction burns,
but still grinding him between the slender soles. Rolling him to the toes of
her left foot, her massive digits grasped his body, pressing him into the
crevice below her toes as she lifted her foot, presenting him to you, squeezing
and releasing him as you looked on in horror. Opening her toes, she deftly
pulled her right foot up and snatched his torso between the big and 2nd
toes of her right foot, his body facing away from her as she rose that foot
higher. Looking forwards, the tiny man saw you, shock overcoming his face for a
moment before she squeezed and scrunched her toes, compressing his midsection
and threatening to crush him in half. Smiling evilly at you she began rubbing
her toes up against eachother, grinding his body between them and throwing him
around until you heard a loud – SNAP – the tiny man’s arm had been caught
between the toes and had snapped in half, leaving him screaming.
The sound made a few classmates look around, forcing the red-head to
drop her foot into the floor, scrunching her toes hard to push the air from his
lungs and silence him. Using her left foot she stood her boots up, slipping the
left one on as she looked down at the tiny man whose face had now turned purple
from lack of air. Releasing her grip on him allowing him to suck in air, she
leant down and grabbed her boot with her hands, raising it as she slipped the
foot with the tiny still between her toes into its depths. Sitting back upright
she dropped the foot to the floor and gave it a twist and stomp, before turning
and facing Leah, completely ignoring you.
Sitting back in shock you mutter to yourself “this is insane, I cant be
here!” deciding after a few minutes to look around some more, maybe to catch
Leah’s eye and be asked to be put away in the drawer or her bag.
Making an active effort to avoid looking towards the back right of the
class where Mei and Jen sat, you look over instead to the Indian girl, Aisha
who looks back at you with a warm smile as Leah walks infront of her. Waving at
her as she transits the classroom she unfortunately isn’t paying you any
attention, heading across to the right hand side of the class, pointing out
other posters with mathematical equations on them.
Looking back to the Indian girl, you take in more details, her round
face framed by her jet black hair, deep dark eyes and brown skin contrasted by
the bright pink lipstick she was wearing. Smiling back at her, her smile
intensified, lifting her lips and revealing her pearly white teeth, a warm
gesture which made you feel calmer despite what you had just witnessed. Sitting
in the very front left seat from your perspective, the seat next to her was
empty, someone must have been away sick or something. Moving her books around,
she created a small wall to her left side, shielding her desk from the view of
her peers. Curious as to what she was doing, you couldn’t help but stare,
contemplating what was going on. She reached into her bag and pulled out a
small jar labelled ‘chocolate desert dip’, unscrewing the lid and hiding it
behind the small wall of books, making you giggle at her ‘wow just wanting an
afternoon snack, cute!’ as she grabbed a small biscuit from her bag and dumped
it in, swirling it around. Looking you dead in the eyes after checking the rest
of the class and teacher were still distracted, she retracted the biscuit and
deposited it onto her tongue, pulling it back into her mouth and slowly chewing
it up before swallowing. As you looked on in interest she reached her hand into
her pocket and pulled out a small 3-inch man and stood him on her desk – stood
initially anyway, before he collapsed into a heap on the ground. You realised
he was covered in marks – bruises and cuts – maybe a couple of burns even,
coming to the realisation that this girl was not friendly, she might even be
more callous than the others you had witnessed.
Seeing your face turn to one of concern, she smiled again, biting her
lower lip and winking at you as she reached down and plucked the man up by his
arms, forcing him into a seated position facing your direction and causing him
to groan in pain as he tried to roll sideways. The girl’s friendly face
momentarily contorted to one of rage, her toy not doing what she wanted, moving
her left hand to him she grabbed both of his arms and pinned them painfully to
his back, pulling him upright again as he sobbed. Raising her right hand to her
mouth she stuck her 2nd and 3rd fingers between her plump
lips, swishing saliva around before retracting them covered in her spit,
bringing her hand down infront of her victim, he shakes his head and begs her
to stop. Obviously ignoring him she grasps at his member with her lubricated
digits, the dainty fingers soon working him into a semi hard state as he
struggles not to react. Continuing to struggle in her grasp she leans down and
whispers something to him, he nods and sits still, closing his eyes. Sitting
upright she begins gently rubbing him up the length of his shaft, bringing it
to full attention as he relaxes his body and accepts what is happening. Seemingly
enjoying the supplication from the tiny man, Aisha smiled down at him before
once more turning to you, raising her eyebrows suggestively as she continued
pumping the man’s shaft eliciting moans of pleasure from him. Given the size
difference, her dainty fingers proved to be extremely dextrous, manipulating
him as she switched to rubbing her fingertips together to give him a new
sensation of pleasure. Beginning to tense, she felt the tiny man was about to
blow his load so she switched back to a pumping motion, increasing her tempo as
he began wriggling, still pinned in place by her left hand holding his arms
behind him. With a sudden spasm of his hips, he blew his seed onto her fingertips
as she continued pumping him slow and hard to get the most out of him,
releasing his hands and letting him slump back onto the table as she softly
finished.
Looking at what had happened you were confused… was she bad or not? Did
she save that hurt guy or did she inflict those injuries herself? Watching her
raise her fingers to her lips, her tongue stretching out to meet and suck them
in, slurping his seed into her mouth and swallowing, you couldn’t help but feel
a bit of arousal. This however was short lived as she grasped the tiny man by
his legs, picking him up and dunking him into the chocolate jar, swirling him
around and covering his body in the sweet goodness. After turning his body a
few times she lifted him to her mouth, revealing his body mostly covered in the
dark treat as she placed his feet and legs between her lips, clamping them down
and releasing her fingers letting his head and chest slam into her chin, biting
down on them gently eliciting pained groans from the beaten man. Her lips
twisted into a cruel smile as she began sucking him past her bright pink lips,
his arms and body flailing as he was slowly pulled into her mouth. Once he was
past her lips she sloshed him around a few times as her expression turned cold,
her eyes boring into your very soul. After a moment of stillness she started
chewing the tiny man, never breaking her eye contact with you… not even
blinking. The crunches and muffled screams caused some of the girls nearby to
turn and look, seeing what she was doing and your reaction they just giggled
and turned back to the lesson. Having chewed the tiny man up, she tilted her
head back a bit and swallowed, dipping her finger into the jar and bringing it
up, sucking it clean once more, winking at you and turning to Leah, grabbing
her notepad and pen to make notes.
Sitting down with your head in your hands, you jumped as the bell rang,
signalling the end of the day. Quickly standing to check no one was coming
towards you as you were now in a state of panic, almost screaming at the form
of a body standing over you before realising it was Leah, letting out a loud
sigh.
Once the class had emptied, Leah picked you up gently, smiling at you as
she asked “I think I should keep you with the other two in my bag for the
journey home, they’re probably pretty uneasy given everything. Would that be
ok?”
Looking up at her big doe eyes you couldn’t help but submit to her will
“sure thing, all good”
Beaming down at you she picked you up and opened her bag, placing you
into it before sealing the three souls within.
Tuesday
afternoon – Leah’s perspective
Zipping her bag shut, Leah was still thinking about her next steps with
the two shrinkies, and also frustrated that they may impact her play time with
you tonight. Sitting back for a moment she thought on her day, crushing that
tiny man with Patty, and her subsequent babbling about you living with her.
Leah was always one in control – her job demanded it – but for a moment she
gave in, standing and waking rapidly to Patty’s classroom, seeing her packing
her own bag at her desk. Gently placing her bag on the floor by the doorway,
Leah stepped into the room, catching Patty off guard and making her jump.
“Oh meu Deus!” she snapped “girl, what is wrong with you! You nearly
gave me a heart attack!”
“Sorry Pat” Leah apologised as she grabbed her arm “I need one”
“Que… one what?” Patty asked, looking confused
“Come on don’t give me that” Leah flared “I need a… shrinnnkiieee” she
slowly spurted out suddenly nervous
Patty’s confused face lit up instantly and she sat on the edge of her
desk, crossing her arms looking up at Leah “Ohhhhh… well why didn’t you just
say so?” Patty jokingly mocked Leah “May I ask what for?”
“Pat…” Leah glared at her “I know you always have one hidden somewhere…
now come on”
“Hmmm” Patty put her finger to her mouth, pretending to think “it would
be immoral of me to not ask what you plan to do with the little guy” she teased
Leah, who was getting visibly frustrated
“Pat come on!, please...” Leah begged her
“Hey, I have a duty to ensure the little guy is going to be cared for!”
Patty struggled to suppress a giggle
“Oh come on” Leah countered “I’d be surprised if any that end up in your
hands aren’t beyond damaged within minutes anyway”
“Maybe I’ve had a change of heart? Looks to be some of that going round
hey, Chica?” Patty winked at Leah.
“Ergh fine” Leah leant in and whispered something to Patty
Raising her eyebrows in temporary shock, Patty replied “Oh, well why
didn’t you just say so” standing she opened the drawer to her desk, revealing
two tinies in a Tupperware box with holes punched through the lid to give them
air. Lifting the box, Patty placed it on the edge of the desk and unclipped the
lid, lifting it and exposing the two tiny men to Patty and Leah’s glares “Ok,
which you want? Big one or small one?” Patty pointed down to the 3-incher and
the 1-incher respectively.
Smiling at Patty, Leah replied “You know I want the big one” reaching
down and grabbing the tiny around his chest, lifting him up.
Screaming at the impending loss of his friend, the 1-inch man jumped and
caught hold of his friend’s leg as he was whipped into the sky, unfortunately
the speed of Leah’s hand ascending caused him to soon lose his grip, plummeting
to the floor below and smashing into it, breaking his back.
Hearing a scream, Leah and Patty looked down and saw the man on the floor,
immobile with his back bent at a weird angle.
“Oh come on!” Patty grumbled “guess I need to find another one to take
home then” unceremoniously raising her left foot and slamming her black and
white converse down on his broken body with a loud – CRUNCH – grinding her foot
a couple of times before lifting it and wiping the mangled body away with a
tissue.
“Sorry Pat, I didn’t see him do that” Leah apologised
“Nah, is ok” Patty waved her off “let’s go”.
Clutching the man hard in her grip, Leah grabbed her bag and walked
Patty to the carpark, asking about her evening plans and also if she could
borrow some of the ‘toys’ Patty had mentioned earlier, all the while looking
around for movement to give away a replacement for Patty. As they reached the
carpark, Leah noticed something move next to a hedge, nudging Patty and
pointing her in the general direction. Leah put her bag in her car and stuffed
the tiny man into the tight pocket of her black jeans, the fabric snapping
against him and pinning him to her thigh as he struggled to wriggle out.
Leah and Patty split up and approached the hedge from different angles,
Leah wondering how to find the tiny that she had seen. Patty not being one for
subtlety grabbed a large stick and started smacking the hedge and prodding the
stick into it, trying to knock the tiny out of his hiding spot, or at least
flush him out. This apparently worked as a large 5-inch man came charging out
of the hedge right infront of Leah, stopping abruptly as he realised what had
happened. Deciding what to do, Leah gave him no time to process his situation,
raising her left foot and kicking him in the chest, sending him flying onto his
back by the hedge. Rolling onto his stomach he tried to crawl to safety, but
Leah was already upon him, stepping closer, Leah raised her right foot and
brought the black trainer down onto his back as she shouted for Patty to come,
the black shoe pushing down upon him and pushing him into the dirt.
Patty came running over grinning at the scene before her, crouching she
smiled at the man “Unlucky… if she stepped down harder you’d have been spared a
world of pain. Come here” reaching forwards she grabbed him as Leah lifted her
shoe, standing and holding him between them “damn, you’re a big one!” she
commented “thanks for the help, chica!” blowing her a kiss as she raced off to
her own car, the horrified man clutched in her grip.
Returning to her vehicle, Leah thought about the best way to get home
without alerting you and the other tinies in her bag about the other one, who
had stopped wriggling in her pocket. Sitting in the drivers seat she leant over
and opened her bag, looking down at the three happy faces below her, smiling
she addressed them “Ok guys we’ll be at mine soon, just hold on!” zipping the
bag up again and commencing the trip home.
Tuesday evening
– Leah’s perspective
After getting home, Leah took her bag inside and placed it on the
kitchen island, removing the two new guests and you from her bag “Ok I’m just
going to get changed, be right back!” turning and walking slowly to her
bedroom, closing the door behind her and pulling the tiny from her pocket and
holding him up to her face
“Please lady, let me go! I’m still a person! I heard you talking to
another tiny like me… how am I any different?” he begged
Glaring down at him she replied coldly “You’re very different… that guy
is a friend of mine, whereas you are a bug that got tossed out on the street…
no one cares about you… you’re a pest.”
“You can’t be serious!” He yelled at her
“Ergh…” she thought for a moment “Fine… tell you what, I just need a play
toy for tonight, if you do good and behave you can go… deal?”
“Errr… what kind of toy…?” he asked cautiously
“The kind that doesn’t ask questions” she growled
Looking down, the tiny nodded his acquiescence
“Good” Leah placed him gently on the bed, turning from him she stripped
her clothes off until she was standing naked, just her light blue ankle socks
still on her large feet.
The tiny man couldn’t help but ogle her form, feeling himself aroused at
the sight of her magnificent beach body, quickly looking away as she turned to
face him
“It’s ok… you can look” she said in a low, sultry tone
Looking back up slowly his mouth fell open as he saw her perky breasts
bouncing above her toned abs, her face warm and inviting, smiling down at him,
making him feel safe and secure in her presence “I…err… What do… Where do I…”
he stuttered.
Giggling at his reaction she stepped closer until she stood next to the
bed, towering over him, leaning forwards her huge breasts pulled down by
gravity, like mountains threating to crush him. Craning his neck up, he tripped
and fell backwards onto the bed, staring up at her unsure of what to do.
Reaching her hand down, she stroked his face “you are pretty cute you
know… maybe I’ll keep you around for a bit… if you wanted of course!”
“I… uh… erm…” he stuttered
“Shhhhh” placing her pointing finger over his mouth “there’s time for
you to decide… for now I need to keep you safe… ok?”
Gulping he replied “Ok”
“Good boy” turning around she started sitting down, the tiny man curling
up in a ball thinking she was going to sit on him, dumbstruck by the shape of
her backside. Fortunately for him, Leah placed her hands on the bed and pushed
herself further back, her colossal bum landing further from the edge.
Curled up between her thighs, the sudden impact of her weight into the
bed leaving his previous flat surface now sloping towards her womanhood.
Rolling onto his back he looked forwards and found himself inches from her
vagina, the sloped bed almost inviting him to roll forwards to it, unable to
break his stare he heard her above him.
“Like what you see? Behave and you might get a closer look” looking down
at him still staring at her vagina “helloooooooo” she waved at him, causing his
head to snap up, red with embarrassment
“Sorry…” he mumbled
“Aww it’s ok little guy” she said as she pulled her left leg up,
positioning her foot above him as she rolled the sock off and dropped it next
to him, about to repeat the process with her right foot, before just noticing
the dried blood from earlier. Placing her bare and socked feet back on the
floor she grabbed him in her left hand and lifted the sock with her right “now
stay in here and behave please” dropping him in before he could protest. Balled it up tightly, feeling around to make
sure it had wrapped into itself to prevent another attempted escape. Placing
the socks-turned-prison on her bedside table she stood and walked to her
wardrobe.
Chapter 16 – Their Saviour by Mamamoo
Chapter 16 – Their Saviour
Tuesday evening
– Your perspective
After getting home, Leah had shown the two men around the place before
heading upstairs, returning a few minutes later in a matching set of loose
fitting, light grey trackpants and a hoody, walking barefoot into the kitchen
she came to see her guests.
“Hey guys, let me give you a tour” lifting all three of you and walking
around the downstairs “I’ll make an overnight area for you now” as she returned
to the kitchen, placing you all down and grabbing a large Tupperware container
which furnished with a couple of hand cloths for beds, and a shot glass for a
toilet. Presenting the makeshift home with a “ta-da” the two men thanked her
profusely.
As you started chatting with the two guys about their survival and
experiences, Leah began cooking dinner, producing an amazing lasagne. You could
tell how much the hospitality meant to the two survivors as they tucked in,
clearly having not eaten a cooked meal in a very long time. Opening a bottle of
wine, Leah pours three shot classes out and one large glass for herself, giving
the survivors a full meal with drinks. The men couldn’t stop thanking her, then
asked about when she would send them away.
“Tomorrow afternoon I think, I just need to sort out a safe box and some
padding, then make sure you’re safe in there to make the journey intact” she
said, having spent the past hour forming her cover for the two guys, still not
sure what she will really do with them though “I’ll call my friend in the
morning and let her know to expect you”.
Beaming up at her the two guys high-fived, making you feel happy for
them.
“Is there anything we can do to repay you for everything?” Dave asked,
his thick accent making Leah lean in, trying to hear him clearer
“Yeh, literally anything!” Calum seconded
“Hmm… I could use some help chilling out, give my boy…” She stuttered
for a moment “my friend here… a night off” blushing a bit as she failed to meet
your eyes
‘Did she almost call me her boyfriend?’ you think excitedly, your train
of thought interrupted by Calum
“Yeh of course! What can we do?” he asked
“Not sure yet, but I’ll let you know!” Leah beamed
“Of course! It’s the least we could do lass!” Dave confirmed.
Clapping her hands happily, Leah stood up and cleaned the plates from
the table “I’ll be right back boys”, glancing at you and smiling as she walked
away, her phone on the table started ringing and vibrating, making you all
jump. Leah pops back and sees the screen, picking it up quickly and saying down
to you “be right back guys!” as she leaves the room and answers the phone
Dave and Calum approached you, Calum starting “dude… she’s into you”
“Huh? Nahhhh, come on” you wave him off
Dave added in “Nah lad, he’s right… she’s definitely keen on you,
congrats!” punching you playfully in the shoulder
“Come on… I mean…” stopping suddenly, realising exposing the two to the
truth might not go down so well, especially the part about you getting cured…
you actually had some friends for the first time in a while, no one in Sophia’s
friend group was overly friendly towards you, and she got a bit possessive
about you being out without her, so being with a couple of guys and chilling
out was something nice.
Mistaking your abrupt stop and concern for something akin to an epiphany,
Calum grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you gently “Ahhh and it clicks!”
“Well mate, we will do whatever she needs from us… you two can chill and
watch TV and get close” winking at you “lucky bastard” he smiled.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone out at the colony” you offered
“Yeh maybe” Calum shrugged “A lot of chicks do dig the smaller guys”
“Oh bullshit!” Dave laughed at him “In our past few months give me a
list of women who would be keen… present company excepted”
Laughing at the prospect, you all clumsily picked up your shot glasses
and drank, chatting about what the colony might be like
Tuesday evening
– Leah’s perspective
Walking from the kitchen upstairs to her bedroom, Leah closed the door
and answered the phone “Hey babe!”
“Hey hun, how are you?” Sophia’s voice replied
“Yeh good, how’s the work going?” Leah asked, pacing around her room
“Ergh don’t even go there” Sophie sighed “long days, not much
appreciation… feels like my relationship!” she laughed sarcastically.
Leah attempted a laugh back but it came out dry
“You ok hun? You sound down” Sophia asked, concerned for her friend’s
wellbeing “He isn’t being too much work is he?”
“Oh no! He’s been great, really… it’s nice having someone around again
to talk to, you know?” Leah sighed
“Yeh… maybe I was too harsh on him” Sophia mumbled “but... I don’t know…
maybe it was all a bit too much too soon”
Gasping, Leah thought selfishly for a moment about wanting you for
herself, not letting Sophia have you back “Yeh, but I mean you spent a lot of
time planning it, and the money!” Leah froze with her hand on her mouth, not
believing what she had just said
“Yeh… you’re right… I don’t think anything will make up for that” Sophia
sighed sadly
Pinching herself in the thigh until it hurt, Leah wanted to reply and
take back what she had said, but something in her didn’t let her, just managing
to whisper out “I’m sorry…”
Thinking she heard a sniffle from Sophia, Leah almost cried herself,
feeling like the worst friend in the world, until with a big sniff, Sophia
perked up “Well anyway… just wanted to check in… this hotel have tiny person
room service, its helping with the stress!”
Feeling a little less guilty, Leah asked “Tiny person what now?”
“Oh my god… it… is… amazing! You could even get it! It’s two shrinkies
that are taken in by the hotel and trained to do massages, paint nails, feed
you snacks etc. You’d love it!” Sophia sounded happier already
“Oh wow, that is nice! Do you have the same two guys every night or do
they rotate?” Leah asked
After a brief pause, Sophia continued “Well… the thing is the hotel kind
of sell them to you, so they’re yours… their ‘training’ lets them ‘know’ that
they will be returned safely, but as they’re yours you can do whatever. Keep
them, kill them, give them back… your call. The ‘knowledge’ that they are safe
kind of makes them different, like no fear or whatever… it’s fun!” she finished
happily
Leah was inspired by the thought “Wow, maybe I’ll have a go there
sometime”
“Yeh you’d love it, and it means you get to enjoy them but can give them
back! Oops, is that the time? Shit sorry hun I gotta run! Love ya, thanks
again!” ending the call
Leah leant against the wall, thinking about what Sophia said about them
basically acting as slave labour, heading into her ensuite she decided what she
was going to do with her two ‘rescues’ before what she knew she would have to
tomorrow night ‘I guess it’s kind of the same concept’ she thought to herself
as she headed back downstairs, dropping some items off on the coffee table as
she went.
Tuesday evening
– Your perspective
Leah walked back into the room as the three of you finished draining
your glasses, laughing about how absurd their situation would have been a few
years ago
“I mean come on” Dave started “COVID… I was in the UK at the time, I was
in lock down for like 6 months… 6 months!” He exclaimed “then here we are,
something that almost decimated the human race, and we are standing here
wearing scraps of clothes, running around the place being picked off by bratty
chicks! Can someone please help me with the maths here?!”
Laughing too much to speak, Calum sat down with his head in his hands
Even you were having a good time, despite the monumental difference
between your situation and theirs “You’re not wrong… I mean can you imagine if
the genders were reversed? Like I’m pretty sure the prospect of all women
disappearing would make all men globally unite and find a way to cure the damn
thing within days!”
“Yep… we men only want one thing” Dave laughed” “… and doing anything to
not lose that one wee treasure would probably bring about world peace!”
“Or give married men some peace and quiet” Calum burst out causing you
all to collapse in laughter.
Tears streaming down your face, you looked up to see Leah’s perplexed
gaze staring down at the group of tipsy shrinkies laughing their heads off on
her kitchen table “I was gone for literally 5 minutes” she giggled at the
group, making them jump, not having heard her approach “what trouble have you
boys gotten up to?” she beamed.
“Oh god, if you heard my last comment, I was joking!” Calum held his
hands in mock surrender, face still bright red from laughing so hard
Putting her hands on her hips, Leah put on her teacher voice as she
leant forwards “Now now, Calum, is that how you would like to be treated?”
“Sorry on his behalf Miss Connor” Dave interjected, smiling happily at
the atmosphere they had created “the wee lad is a tad of a lightweight”
Leah giggled at them “Well if you aren’t too drunk, I know how you can
help me relax”
Standing to attention, Dave and Calum mock saluted her, making you laugh
“Well I want to watch some TV with this little guy” ruffling your hair
with her finger “so while we watch I want you to paint my nails” holding her
hands up and wriggling her fingertips
“Done” the two answered together as Leah lowered her palms, letting you
all climb on before heading to the living room. Placing you all down on the
table she cracked open two nail polish jars, one light blue and the other pure
white and sat back on the couch.
“Ah… Greek are we?” Dave enquired, grinning
“What gave it away? I could be Croatian, no?” Leah asked
“Come on… white and blue… that’s your flag!”
Opening her mouth in a perfect ‘O’ shape Leah scoffed “I… genuinely
didn’t even think about that!” she gasped
“Ah it’s genetic! It was either that or Scottish and I didn’t peg you
for a Glaswegian!” causing everyone to laugh “Ok, so what ye want?”
“I was thinking thumb nails blue and the others white” Lead suggested
“On it!” Calum ran and grabbed the blue brush, knowing there would be
less work
“Ah ya wee bastard” grumbled Dave walking over and grabbing the white
brush.
Meanwhile Leah had turned on Netflix and navigated to the first episode
of The Witcher, picking you up and placing you on her lap, lowering her palms
flat onto the coffee table “Ah hold on” she complained due to the angle she was
hunched over in. Picking her hands up, she cradled you against her as she
shuffled to the edge of the couch and dropped to the floor, satisfied she would
be more comfortable, she pulled the hood of her hoody across her right shoulder
and placed you in it, giving you almost a nest to sit in “comfy?” she asked you
“Yeh this is great!” the padding was amazing and the slope of her
shoulder left you on a semi-inclined position, not to mention the smell of her
hair ‘god, I am in heaven’ you thought to yourself as she started the episode,
placing her hands down and letting the guys get to work
Halfway through the episode, you heard a shout from below, sitting up
and looking down you see Dave waving up, Calum lying on his back with his arms
crossed behind his head, clearly having finished a good time before Dave.
Holding on tight to the fabric around you as Leah moved, pausing the episode
and looking down at her nails in the low light
“Wow!” she exclaimed “you guys did so good! Better than most nail salons
that’s for sure!
Calum stood up “Well it would have been done quicker if this guy didn’t
mess around forever” punching Dave in the arm jokingly
“Oh aye, is that the case?” Dave replied, rounding on Calum “Maybe if
you weren’t such a cheeky git ta start with and helped me out, we would’a finished
quicker!”
“Guys, chill” Leah laughed at their argument “they look amazing!”
wiggling her fingers, thumbs painted blue and the rest white, almost flawlessly
“what do you think?” she asked you, holding her hands infront of you and
displaying the work
“Looks damn fine guys!” you yell down at them
“Agreed!” Leah replied, sitting up gently to ensure she didn’t displace
you as she rose and settled onto the sofa, lifting her feet and slamming the
front of the balls down on the edge of the table, leaning back as she directed
the two “Halfway there! But Cal… Dave’s turn to do blue”
Dave laughed out loud at Calum’s dismayed face “Hah! Little git, this is
what ye get!” striding forwards and grabbing the blue brush protruding from the
bottle as Calum moped towards the white one.
Leah settled back into the couch, turning the episode back on as you
moved around to position yourself securely. Sitting back a bit you suddenly
felt jealous, standing and approaching Leah’s ear, speaking in a normal talking
voice that would only appear as a whisper to her, not carrying to the two guys
on the table “hey, I would do that for you… if you asked”
Turning her head slowly until her lips faced you she whispered back “I
know… and you will… just relax for now” leaning in and kissing you gently on
the head, pushing you back to your shoulder mounted sofa as she turned to watch
the TV. Resigning yourself to your position, you also leant back and watched
the TV, waiting for your new friends to finish the task you wish you were a
part of.
Tuesday evening
– Leah’s perspective
Leaning back into the chair Leah sighed deeply, revelling in the feeling
of being pampered by the tiny men and having you on her shoulder, close to her.
Looking down and watching the men working away whilst she got to watch
TV, Leah felt powerful, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Watching
Calum approach one of her digits, brush in hand, Leah unconsciously bit her lip
as she thought about how easy it would be to simply raise her foot a bit, move
it forwards, and drop it down onto his form. She could make it quick or slow
too, slam the foot down and crush him or grind him slowly until he suffocated
or broke – the thoughts sending tingles down her body. Then there was Dave to
consider, a simple flick of her ankle and he would plumet to the floor, likely
breaking some of his bones he would be completely helpless as she would toy
with him. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to escape she would take her time, poking
him with her large grasping toes, teasing him as she offered him freedom if he
could escape, knowing he had no hope of going anywhere. ‘How would I end him if
I had just crushed Calum with my foot and he is lying there helpless?’ she
wondered, contemplating different methods in her mind ‘I could eat him whole,
either pick him up or approach him on my hands and knees like a cat stalking
it’s prey’. The thought of this increased the tingling feeling around her body,
as she started feeling her panties moisten ‘or I could strip my trackies off
and give him a lap dance – there’s no way his body would last more than a few
seconds’. Leah’s breathing had slightly increased by this point as her body
temperature rose ‘Or screw it, just pick him up and stuff him between my cheeks
and sit back down, see if he crunches or suffocates first’. By this point Leah
was barely able to contain her excitement, knowing she wouldn’t act on her
impulses, viewing these two as actual people as opposed to the slave she had in
her sock upstairs ‘but they’re all living things’ she thought, bringing her
down to earth momentarily, before she thought about her recent actions. Her
train of thought was interrupted when Calum tripped and fell face first between
her 2nd and 3rd toes, his face wedging all the way in to
the webbing between the digits, having sacrificed his hands to hold onto the
nail brush and not make a mess. As he tried to wriggle his head free Leah froze
‘oh my god I could just scrunch my toes and his head would explode’, her toes
involuntarily twitching for a moment before she caught herself and splayed the
toes open allowing his escape.
Waving thanks up to her, she smiled back at him as he continued his work
‘oh my god that was so close’ she thought to herself, thinking about how you
would have reacted if she had tensed her foot.
Sitting back and trying to focus on the tv to push these thoughts from
her head, Leah found herself unable to focus properly, feeling a heat in her
loins that she needed to scratch ‘patience…’ she told herself and steadied her
breathing.
Leah heard her phone ‘Ding’ next door, signalling a message had come in,
thinking ‘that can wait’.
Managing to get back into the episode they were watching, Leah brought
her right hand to her shoulder and started rubbing your back gently, relaxing
you as the large digit gently caressed you.
The ending of the episode coincided perfectly with the two men on the
table waving up at her, having placed the brushes back in their bottles.
Turning the TV off, Leah looked down and wriggled her toes “Wow, that is
amazing!” she beamed at them “You did so great, thank you!”
“Happy to help!” Calum yelled up
“Aye lass” Dave agreed “its no problem, though I feel pretty knackered
now!”
Calum agreed “Yeh, its been a long day – thinking we might turn in for
the night if you don’t mind?”
Carefully standing Leah replied “Sure thing!” as the grabbed you from
her shoulder and placed you on the coffee table with the other two. Walking to
the kitchen to collect the temporary housing she had created earlier ‘thank
god’ she thought as she walked ‘timing couldn’t be much better!’. Stopping to check
her phone she saw it was a message from Patty, grinning to herself as she
remembered the tiny that Patty had skipped off with earlier this afternoon.
Unlocking her phone Leah saw the message was a hyperlink with a comment:
“Hey sweet stuff – check it – some still shots from my newest clip – let
me know thoughts! XXX”
Remembering Patty had once told her she sold clips on OnlyFans to make
some extra cash, Leah was unsure what she was about to witness. Clicking on the
link, Leah was taken to a dropbox with a handful of pictures… involving Patty
and the tiny from today. Leah was surprised to see Patty wearing a sort of
elaborate cat mask, something you might see at a sexy/formal event, then
thinking it is probably to protect her identity.
The first couple of images were of Patty side on, wearing a matching set
of pink and black yoga pants and top which only really covered her breasts,
exposing her well-toned midsection. Patty was in a plank looking down on the
tiny man in the first image, the second showing she had dropped into a cobra
pose, crushing the tiny man beneath her chest.
The next handful of images were an array of yoga positions. In one the
man was on a support block, also being occupied by Patty’s toned bum crushing
the lower half of his body, another showed her on her back stretching her
hamstrings, an elastic band looped around her feet with the tiny being crushed
against her sole. Scrolling further, Leah saw Patty in cobblers pose, where she
sat and pressed her soles together, the tiny man smooshed between them. Another
showed her in warrior one, the tiny man’s legs pinned under the ball of her
foot, he looked like he was screaming. As she flicked through image after image
she felt her pulse quicken, noticing that as she went on the tiny man showed
more and more cuts and bruises, signs of the abuse he was suffering.
Getting to the last trio of images – Patty was standing and facing the
camera straight on, smiling warmly with her hands in a lotus position infront
of her heart, her right foot elevated and pointed straight at the camera, her
big and second toe grasping the tiny who was also facing the camera around the back
of his neck, his face bright red as his hands were grasping at her toes and his
legs flailing.
Swiping to the next image, Patty was in the same position but had
started crossing her big toe under the second, twisting the tiny man’s neck at
an awkward angle, his face contorted in pain and trying desperately to pry her
toes apart as his face started going purple.
Swiping to the final image Leah let out an audible gasp, seeing Patty in
the exact same pose as before, however this time the tiny man was completely
limp, a blank expression on his face, his head tilted at a weird angle with
Patty’s toes crossed over eachother ‘oh my god, she snapped his neck!’
Replying to Patty’s text
“Holy shit… let me see that video when you’re done! XX”
Putting her phone on silent and slipping it into her pocket
Picking up the makeshift pod and lid, she returned to the living room
and placed it on the couch “good night guys” she said as she lifted them from
the table and placed them in the pod, placing the lid gently on top to allow
air.
Tuesday evening
– Your perspective
They chanted goodnight at you and Leah, and you waved back as Leah
placed the lid loosely on the pod. Turning, she looked down at you a smile on
her face as she lowered her left palm for you to step on.
Stepping on and sitting down in her palm, you held on tight as Leah
briskly walked upstairs, stopping at her bedroom door she held you up to eye
height “you know, me and Soph had this conversation once about men we were
dating, this was when you two were a new thing of course” looking down for a
moment she blinked as she raised her eyes to you, glaring straight through you
“I remember her saying that you loved being dominated in the bedroom…” tilting
her head to the side “is that so?” her lips forming into a pout.
“Erm… yeh to be honest” you reply, struck by her sudden change in
attitude
“Well then” she reaches her right hand towards you and grips your
wrists, lowering her left hand and suspending you in the air for a moment
before slamming you into her bedroom door, pinning you against it as your legs
flail below you. Leaning in until her lips are literally an inch from your face
she whispers “I guess we are on the same page then” twisting the door handle and
pushing the door open as she cups her hand around you and grips you in her
fist.
Stepping slowly towards her bed she sits on the edge, bringing you once
more to her face “Now tell me… were you getting jealous down there?” her poker
face on as she rose her eyebrows.
Sensing it was pointless lying you replied truthfully “Yes… a bit, I
guess”
Standing up, she turned and placed you gently near the edge of the bed,
towering above you as a literal Greek goddess “You shouldn’t be you know” she
whispered in a deep sultry voice, crossing her arms downwards and grabbing the
waist of her hoody. You watched in awe as she slowly lifted it up and over her
head, exposing her flat stomach and toned abs, her breasts held within a tight
fitting deep red bra.
Dropping the hoody to the floor, she turns around and runs her hands
down her sides until they reach the waistline of her trackies, working her
fingers under them and wriggling her hips to help slide them off until they hit
the ground. Bending forwards as far as she could, Leah pulled the trackies over
her feet, her full, voluptuous, olive skinned rear end pushing towards you, sporting
a G string of the same deep red colour.
Gulping deeply and feeling immediate arousal, you lose your ability to
speak momentarily, mumbling out something nonsensical.
Turning and facing you, Leah drops slowly to her knees, leaning forwards
and placing her hands on the ground, slowly she starts crawling towards you
silently and never breaking eye contact. Continuing until she reaches the edge
of the bed, she sighs deeply, her warm breath washing over you as she licks her
lips “I let them do that instead of you…” tilting her head sideways “…because I
wanted you to save your energy for tonight”
Suddenly a bit nervous and awkward you reply “Errr, what… what do you…
erm…”
Bringing her right hand up, her pointer finger presses against your lips
silencing you “Shhhhhh” she shushes you “… now answer me one question, and be
honest… do you trust me?”. All of the usual bubbly, happy, smiley emotions you
associate with her face are long gone, replaced with a deep, primal hunger.
Not even taking a breath to consider “With my life” you confidently
reply
A smile spreading slowly across her lips until her full set of pearly
white teeth are bared she continues “Good… I need you to remember that… you’re
safe…” leaning in until her face is inches from you “just go with the flow”
sitting back onto her heels “undress for me… now” she snaps
Quickly taking off your clothes and throwing them aside you stand before
her naked, looking at her flawless skin and into her deep eyes, you’re caught
off guard and have no time to react when her mouth opens wide and she lunges
forwards raising her head and directly down over you. As you look straight up
past her lips to the dark back of her throat, she lowers her mouth around you and
her teeth snap into your thighs, her lips wrapping around your knees, and your
chest and face forced into her enormous tongue.
Tuesday evening
– Leah’s perspective
Standing up and straightening her head, Leah slurps you back into her
mouth, swishing you around as she opens the draw, pulling out a toy and placing
it on the bed. Looking at the balled-up sock for a moment she could see it
moving a bit ‘ah… he’s trying to escape’, reaching forwards she grips the ball
in her fist and gives it a hard squeeze, holding this for a few seconds before
releasing. Climbing onto her bed and sitting with her back against her mountain
of pillows she stuffs the sock under a pillow by the edge of the bed and sits
back, focussing on your body and closing her eyes, her fingers playing with the
toy in her hand. Exploring your body with her tongue she marvels at the
textures and tastes, feeling the soft parts of your body, plus one very hard
one, making her smile as she opens her maw slowly and lets light in.
Tuesday evening
– Your perspective
Feeling Leah’s tongue rubbing and prodding all over your body was an
interesting experience, you couldn’t help but think about some of the vore
clips you had watched, this being how many started, but you felt no panic
knowing Leah cared for you and would never do that. Suddenly light pierced the
dark cave and her tongue ceases probing you, allowing you to find some
semblance of your position, finding yourself lying on your chest and looking
straight down her throat, a moment of panic creeping in. Feeling something
pinch your leg you look over your shoulder and see her fingers gripping you by
the lower leg, rolling her tongue out ahead of you she starts pulling you out
until you are lying on your back on the tip of her tongue, looking up at her
nose. Feeling your world tilt down you look as the world shifts, realising
she’s tilting her head forwards causing you begin slipping to the tip of her
tongue, soon reaching the end you fall a short distance before splatting into
her chest. As you slide down between the fleshy mountains you roll to your
back, looking up at her smiling face as her arms rise beside her. As her
breasts begin to fill your peripheral vision, they soon meet and start pushing
together, pinning your legs and rolling up your body, stopping at your chest.
Feeling her heartbeat through her skin you wonder what she has planned for you.
Tuesday evening
– Leah’s perspective
Watching you slide to the midway point of her chest Leah began pressing
together the mountains of flesh, pinning your legs in place as they rolled up
your body, encasing you up to your chest. Holding you there for a minute,
feeling the sweat begin to pool in her cleavage she starts grinding her boobs
up and down eachother, smothering you between them. Feeling your rock hard
member pressing into her, Leah moans slightly as she rubs her boobs against
your crotch, rubbing your shaft across her supple skin and making you gasp.
Tuesday evening
– Your perspective
Feeling Leah kneading her boob into your crotch, the sweat lubricating
the movement and rubbing you was amazing, her soft skin rubbing up and down the
length of your shaft making you gasp and fall into the moment, closing your
eyes.
Feeling the pressure surrounding your body retreat, you quickly find
yourself in Leah’s grip as she lifts you from her chest and brings you towards
the left cup. Looking down her body you see her other hand rubbing against the
front of her G-string, a large dildo on the bed between her legs, before
getting to look any further she pushes you into the cup of her left breast
“Lick it” you hear from above. Not wasting a second you crawl forwards through
the tight fabric to her nipple, taking it with both hands you begin licking and
biting it as it hardens, making Leah moan softly, the sound reverberating
through your body.
Feeling Leah’s body writhing gently below you, you hear her voice again
“Yeh baby… that’s sooooo good…”, once more feeling yourself plucked by the leg,
she drags you slowly out from her cup, your member rubbing into her skin the
entire way until you find yourself dangling upside down infront of her face.
She leans forward and kisses your chest, her tongue snaking out and licking
your shaft before flipping you around and holding you encased in her fist up to
your waist, her eyes heavy with desire. Sitting up she lowers plucks the toy
from her bed and rubs the tip of it against her cheek “I hope you’re ready for
some real fun…” looking at the toy and kissing the tip gently “but we’ll get to
this later… for now lets warm up shall we” dropping the toy carelessly to her
side, she turns your body around to look down her body as her free hand snakes
down and rolls her G-string down her hips, raising her legs she pulls them off
and discards them, lowering her legs she opens her hand and drops you onto her
stomach. “You know what to do” she whispers.
Turning and looking up at her face you blow her a kiss before walking
backwards down her tummy until you reach her mons, at which point you drop to
your hands and knees and continue your journey, feeling the flat surface begin
to curve downwards, you drop to your stomach and start your decent. Leah lowers
her left hand and cups her vagina, allowing you to descend until your face is
against her clit where she pins your body into place. Leaning forwards you
grasp at her clit and start stroking it, feeling her hand quiver as it pushes
you harder against her, forcing your face closer to the button. Grabbing it
with both hands you smash your mouth into it, licking and sucking as hard as
you can, feeling her body around you shivering in pleasure. Feeling her lips
pulsing you push your body forwards into them, nestling between them slightly
and feeling them hugging you in their warm, moist embrace. Continuing your
affections you feel the environment around you change, the humidity, heat, and
pulsing of her lips are all increasing confirming what you are doing is having
the right effect.
Still continuing despite your arms and jaw tiring, you are kind of
relieved when Leah’s hand cups around you and lifts you up, grinding the front
of your body into her as she brings you up to her mons, your legs still pinned
against her upper lips with just your head poking over. She winks at you as she
blows a kiss, one you were about to return when you felt her left fingers grasp
you by the shoulders.
Tuesday evening
– Leah’s perspective
Blowing you a kiss, Leah gripped your shoulders in her left hand,
lifting you away from her and lowering you until you were facing her glistening
lips. Tilting you backwards and supporting you with her palm, she wrapped her
thumb and forefinger around your shoulders as she pushed your feet against her
lips, holding you there. Bringing her right hand down, she used her 2nd
and 3rd fingers to pry her lips apart, hearing the squelching sound
herself as she pushed your legs into her, instantly sending tingles up her
body. Pushing you in to your knees, she slowly pulled you out before pushing
you back in this time to your waist, feeling your tiny member push against the
tight opening she smiled and bit her lip, closing her eyes as she leant back.
Continuing to pull you out and push you deeper, she pumps you dozens of times
up to her fingers which are still wrapped around your chest, until she pauses
and releases her hold on you, leaving your chest through to head suspended in
the air, held in place by her tunnel walls beyond the lips.
Tuesday evening
– Your perspective
Looking up at her hand as it released you, all you can do is wait for
what comes next, not having to wait long as her left fingers rub her clit, the
surge of pleasure pulsing through her causing her lips and vaginal walls to
grip you tighter for a moment. A shadow passes your face as you see her right
hand lower towards you, anticipating it is to pull you out you raise your arms
up, only to feel her 2nd and 3rd fingers land on the tops
of your shoulders and begin slowly pushing the rest of you into her. Trying not
to panic, you nevertheless begin kicking your legs and pushing at her opening
with your hands, this having no effect on slowing your journey but managing to
make her gasp loudly above you. Getting closer and closer, you watch as the
lips part of your chest as your face finally slides between them leaving you
inside her, but she doesn’t stop until your arms are fully within her, at which
point her fingers retreat, leaving you trapped in her tunnel. Feeling
surprisingly safe with enough air laden with her scent to breath, you realise
you have the power to make her feel good, so you start writhing your entire
body, feeling hers pulse around you as you do. Taking a deep breath you choke
on something, realising that her fluid is building up around your form
threatening to engulf you, the sudden realisation making you try to wriggle
towards the exit, your rapid movements clearly catching her off guard as
everything clamps down on you hard, almost immobilising you, and conversely
pulling you deeper within her.
Beginning to panic, Leah must have noted your plight because at that
moment you felt her fingers grip your forearms, pulling you slowly from her
with a squelching sound as she brings you up and lowers you gently to her
stomach, cupping her hand over you as you lay there panting. Looking up and
expecting to see a concerned face, you’re surprised when you instead see her
once more rubbing the dildo against her cheek, her expression one of complete ambiguity.
Without saying a word she lowers the dildo and lays it next to you, the first
thing you notice is the indent on top, with straps at either end, looking up at
her you are about to express concern when the hand that was cupping you now
grabs you roughly and lifts you, dumping you into the indent, your face towards
the base of the toy and your feet facing the tip. Not even pausing to check
you’re ok from your previous excursion she deftly ties the bindings around your
hands and feet and lifts the toy to her face, wordlessly opening her mouth and
licking the toy from tip to base, with you in the middle. Her face retreats
from you, or more your body retreats from her face, as she lowers you once
again to her womanhood, this time penetrating herself with the tip of the
dildo, her right hand rubbing her clit gently as her left manoeuvrers the toy
from somewhere behind your head. Initially pushing the toy in up to your knees,
she repeats her pulsing process forcing you deeper each time. This time once
your shaft passes into her you notice a big difference. The added girth of the
dildo means your body is forced into her walls, the increased pressure rubbing
against your shaft sending waves of pleasure up your own body. After a couple
of dozen pumps, she forces the toy as deep into her as it will go, smothering
you completely before pulling you out and repeating the process. As she keeps
pumping you in and out you feel her walls pulsing around you, the sensation of
that coupled with the moist, soft walls rubbing you brings you to the edge, and
as she pushes you in another time you feel yourself spasm as you blow your seed
into her, something she doesn’t even realise.
Tuesday evening
– Leah’s perspective
Leah was in complete bliss, the feeling of the toy, the feeling of your
body, the emotional attraction to you, plus the sexual frustration that had
pent up over the evening was overpowering. Leah was on complete autopilot as
she ground her head into her pillows as she pumped the dildo in and out of
herself. Opening her eyes suddenly, she looked to her side, removing her right
hand from her clit she reached under the pillow and grabbed the balled up sock,
noticing a single arm protruding ‘ah… nice try’ she thought to herself as she
used her hand to unravel the sock, shaking it and dumping the tiny 3-inch man
onto her olive skinned abs which were now glistening with sweat. Not giving him
time to react she smashed her hand onto him and ground him into her skin, the
soft outer layer offering little protection from the toned muscle below.
Gripping him by the arms she dragged him up her body, through her massive
chest, up her neck, over her throat, until he dangled above her face, his body looking
down at her thrusting hand movements. As he tried to look down past his chest
at her gasping face and glazed eyes he began thrashing in panic, his naked form
trying to get free “no chance… slave” she whispered as she lowered him into her
maw, biting down on his knees causing him to scream. Closing her lips over his
thighs, she released her teeth and began slurping him into her mouth, screaming
all the way as the front of his body rubbed down her tongue. Stopping him with
just his head and shoulders protruding from her lips, her teeth clamped down on
his chest, pinning him in place and ensuring he couldn’t move. Feeling his legs
kicking around in her mouth, she sucked the air out, clamping her tongue,
palate and cheeks around his body, immobilising him completely, not relenting
she kept on sucking until he was gasping for air, the pressure of her mouth
having forced all air from his lungs. Knowing exactly how she wanted to end
him, she released the suction allowing him to gasp in air, not giving him any
reprieve as she snaked her tongue up around between his legs and began rubbing
against his shaft. Imagining he wasn’t happy about her attentions, she giggled
slightly when she felt him instantly turn hard, returning her right hand to
stroking herself. Continuing her assault on his body she wanted to time
everything perfectly, feeling both her and the tiny man in her mouth edging
closer as she continued thrusting the dildo and your body into herself.
Feeling the tiny man in her mouth begin twitching, she closed her eyes
and focussed on all of the sensations around her, bringing herself closer and
closer to orgasm. Feeling herself about to cum, she increased the tempo and
pressure of her tongue on the tiny man, feeling him spasm as he blew his salty
gift onto her tongue, which she slurped up and swallowed with a loud gulp. Bare
moments later she felt herself tense and begin to shake as her orgasm built,
before finally erupting as she slammed the dildo as deep into herself as she
could and began rotating and pulsing it rapidly. Unable to control herself she
opened her mouth wide and let out a scream she arched her back, inadvertently
allowing the tiny man to fall back and land at the back of her mouth, she used
her tongue to shove him into her cheek where she held him for a moment. At this
point another wave of orgasmic pleasure surged through her body and she let out
a second scream, this time clamping her teeth down, crunching into the man who let
out a blood curdling scream. As the waves continued rolling over her, she
moaned deeply and ground her teeth against eachother, crunching the man apart
slowly, his screams continuing for several bites before falling silent.
Continuing to chew his body up without remorse, she continued to rub herself
and twist the dildo gently, eliciting aftershocks of pleasure causing her body
to continue spasming. Eventually ceasing all movement she lay back and gulped
down his remains as she gasped in air and fell into an almost comatose state,
the overstimulation and earthshattering orgasm leaving her unable to think or
move.
Tuesday evening
– Your perspective
Continuing to be pounded into Leah, you worked yourself into a routine
where you would suck in air as your face was freed from her tunnel, and held
your breath when she thrust you back in. Feeling her walls pulsing around you
was unlike anything you could ever imagine, the warm slippery walls squeezing
you between them sent tingles all over your body.
Feeling a slight pause in Leah’s pulsing, you found yourself suddenly
and aggressively shoved deep within her, this time the toy you were strapped to
was twisted and pulsed rapidly, your head now inches within her and no signs
showing you would be released soon. Gasping some of the scent laden air around
you, you prepared for what was to come, hoping you wouldn’t be hurt or damaged.
Hearing a muffled scream reverberate through everything around you, Leah’s
walls twitched once and then quickly constricted around you like a vice,
compressing your body back into the plastic surface. Her previously soft and
inviting walls squeezed into you, expelling air from your lungs as she
continued twisting the toy, the previously pleasurable feeling of your front
rubbing across them now replaced an unrelenting wall of tissue, hurting you as
you were twisted across it and threatening to pull you loose from the relative
safety of the toy.
Continuing to be twisted, her walls relaxed for a moment allowing you to
gasp in some air, before you felt a second scream erupt from her as they once
again crashed down around you, smothering you as her creamy fluid build up
around you. Feeling yourself running low on oxygen you needed to breathe, but
at this moment there is no air, only her body and her fluids pooling around
your face, threatening to engulf you the moment you open your mouth. Holding as
long as you can you feel your lungs burning as they scream for you to take a
breath – not sure how much longer you can hold out.
Feeling her movements slow, the walls release for a moment, air sucking
into the space around you and allowing you to gasp some in, seeing stars in
your peripheral vision. Not safe yet, the walls once more crunch into you for a
second before releasing, the aftershocks of her orgasm causing her to keep
spasming – each one gripping you hard before releasing. Trying to time breaths
was impossible, sometimes the constriction lasted a second, sometimes several,
sometimes there was a few seconds between them, sometimes they followed almost
instantly.
Gasping breath when you could, you notice her movements slow to a stop,
becoming aware of her heartbeat pounding hard deep within her you realise you
are still hard, the recent experience teasing you to excitement all over again.
Feeling her aftershocks finally subside, you are left in the darkness with her
walls gently caressing your form, her fluids pooling around your body. Waiting
for Leah to pull you out, you begin to panic as you feel the air around you
being replaced by her fluids, threatening once more to engulf you, trying to
calm yourself knowing Leah doesn’t want to hurt you. Feeling the fluid begin to
creep around your face you come to the realisation she isn’t going to pull you
out, flipping into full panic mode you start thrashing your body around even as
the fluid works its way into your nostrils and covers your mouth. Turning to
full panic you thrash uncontrollably, apparently that being the kick that Leah
needed, feeling her sensitive walls around you twitch in response to your
movements, you hear a gasp from her and feel the toy begin to pull out. As your
face frees from her you spit the fluid that had worked its way into your mouth
and open your eyes, the low light seeming almost like daytime in comparison to
the pure dark you emerge from. As you gasp in several deep breaths, Leah slowly
retracts the rest of the toy, twitching as each ridge emerges from between her
lips. Compared to the warm humid environment within, the outside air feels cold
on your skin causing you to shudder as you are brought up to her face.
Her half closed and glazed eyes gaze at you, her mouth open slightly and
gasping in air, smiling gently at you as she uses her other hand to untie you
from the toy, holding you gently in her hand as she gulps deeply “That wa…
was…” gulping again “amazing… was that… good for… you?” between deep breaths
“That was… out of this world” you respond, feeling exhaustion grab you,
all you wanted to do was curl up next to her and sleep. Spotting a bit of blood
on her lip you thought ‘she must have bitten herself’
Spotting your still solid erection she smiled and brought you closer to
her lips, directing you “Climb in… lie down” as she opened her mouth wide and
rolled her tongue out before you touching the palm of her hand, strings of
saliva stretching between her tongue teeth before snapping. Every survival
instinct within you saying to back away from the gigantic mouth, you nevertheless
fall to your hands and knees and crawl onto her tongue, turning around and
lying prostrate on the massive muscle as it retreats into her maw. Watching the
world infront of you disappear as her lips close sealing you in darkness, you
feel her tongue begin to undulate below you, positioning itself lower on your
body, pushing you forwards until your head hit her lips which parted for you.
Pushing you out of her mouth, she stopped once your chest was between her lips
which closed around you as her teeth gently gripped your body, pinning you in
place. Letting out a deep guttural moan, her tongue slathered around your body,
rolling around your back and front before resting against your shaft, which
once again sprang to full, strained attention.
The tip of her tongue began gently rubbing up and down the length of
your member, eliciting pleasured gasps from you, Leah’s deep moans making your
body vibrate slightly, adding to the sensations you felt. Pooling her saliva
around you, she began sucking on you gently, the feeling of her saliva swishing
around you as the suction increased added to the exquisite feelings of her
tongue on you. Trying to fight the pure exhaustion, you lay your head against
her pillowy lip and gazed down the length of her body as her assault on you
continued, seeing her entire body glistening with sweat, laying naked as she
cooled off.
Feeling the suction increase slightly as the tempo of her tongue
quickened and then slowed before repeating, you were brought to the edge pretty
quickly. Your body tensed up and you closed your eyes, resting your forehead on
her lower lip, clearly feeling this she sucked hard and immobilised your body completely,
forcing your member deep into her tongue which now rapidly sped up its
undulations. Teetering on the edge for a moment you let out a yell of your own
as you ejaculated into her thick tongue, gasping deeply as she continued
rubbing you for another minute, making sure she collected every last drop.
Unable to take any more, you closed your eyes and passed out.
Tuesday evening
– Leah’s perspective
Intoxicated with the contrast between what she was doing to you and what
she did to the tiny man before, how for him this was the beginning of his end
yet for you it was another sign of her affection, she suppressed a giggle.
Feeling a salty taste on her tongue Leah knew you had cum for her, smiling as
she kept working you for another minute, enjoying the feeling of you within her
lips, the pure power she held over you, knowing that you were completely captivated
by her.
Peeling her lips apart slowly, Leah noticed you had gone completely limp
so she closed her lips once again to hold you in place and sat upright. Raising
her hands to her mouth she gently spat you out into her cupped palms, you
barely even stirred as you slipped out and onto her warm skin. Once again
exposed to the relatively cold air compared to the humid environment of her
mouth, your tiny body shivered. Concerned for you, Leah lowered used her left
hand to loosen the straps of her bra, giving the cups some more space before
lowering you gently into the left one, nestling you against the inside of her
boob. Knowing the heat radiating from her skin will keep you warm, she
positions a pillow either side of her to keep herself from rolling over, and
lies down on her back, smiling as she feels you shift around slightly to get
comfortable – not ever wanting to let you go. Imagining a life with you at full
size she closes her eyes and falls into a deep sleep.
Chapter 17 – A Day Off by Mamamoo
Chapter 17 – A Day Off
Wednesday
morning – Your perspective
Waking up with a start, you momentarily have no idea where you are,
sandwiched between an olive and a red surface, squirming as you try to find
purchase on the surface. Feeling the ground shake around you, you realise where
you are and smile to yourself, remembering the events of the previous night as
your gravity pulls your body into an upright position. Hearing a quiet grunt
from Leah and a loud – CLICK – sound, you feel the red fabric begin to pull
away from you, leaving you plastered to her supple skin and nothing but a long
drop below you.
Thankfully Leah positions her right palm behind you and grips you in her
fist, lifting you to her sleepy eyes and beaming smile “Morning baby” she
whispers to you.
“Morning yourself” you smile back at her “How did you sleep?”
“God I passed out!” she giggled “though not before you did” she teased
“Yeh I was pretty overwhelmed I guess!” you grinned sheepishly “I had
fun” wincing as you realised your ribs felt bruised “what time is it?”
“It’s early, and yeh… I had fun too” she beamed at you “you alright?”
noticing you rub your ribs
“Yeh I’m good, but” noticing the blood on her lip was still there you
asked “I think you bit yourself!” feeling proud that the feeling of your body
within her was enough to cause her to do that
Her smile freezing on her face, Leah suddenly looked shocked for a
moment before hiding her mouth with one hand, spitting on the finger of the
other, rubbing until the spot came off. Still hiding her mouth from you, you
laughed “Are you ok there? Don’t be embarrassed, I’ve bitten my lip over much
less!”
Her face quickly switched back to happy as she lowered her hand,
sheepishly grinning at you “Ok, well I need a shower, you want to wash?”
“Yes please!” you replied anticipating a soak in the sink.
Leah rolled herself off the bed and carried you to her ensuite turning
the shower on to let it heat up, before placing you next to the sink and
turning the tap on. Grabbing a hair elastic from the surface next to you, she proceeded
to tie her hair in a tight bun to keep it dry before running her dingers under
the water and feeling it to be a good temperature. Placing the plug in the
drain Leah squirted some soap into the sink and swished it around with her
fingers, once she was satisfied it was deep enough for you she turned the tap
off and plucked you up by your waist, gently lowering you into the soapy water
“Be right back” she blew a kiss down to you and went to shower herself.
Enjoying the feeling of the warm water on your battered body, you
thought back to last night ‘damn I can’t believe that happened’ you thought,
still slightly unconvinced you didn’t dream the entire thing. Looking towards
the shower, you could make Leah’s shape out through the fogged up glass, lusting
after her even despite the previous night’s exertions.
Once Leah finished she stepped out of the shower, the water droplets
glistening on her body as she grabbed her towel and walked over to you,
reaching her hand into your warm bath and lifting you out, using her towel to
gentry dry you off before doing so for herself.
After drying herself and applying her makeup, Leah took you back to the
bedroom and placed you on the bedside table, walking to her wardrobe and
selecting clothes for today, deciding on a pair of blue denim jeans and a loose
fitting white shirt, putting these on over the matching dark green bra and
panties she had selected.
You decided it was best to get dressed also, remembering your two new
friends downstairs ‘I think I’ll try and get Soph to get the cure for those
guys too… if she even wants to speak to me once she’s back!’ you think, hoping
to bring some goodness out of this entire situation. Selecting some clothes
that looked like a polo shirt and chinos, you slip them on.
Fully clothed, Leah approached and sat on the edge of the bed by you “I
was thinking it might be worth while you staying home today, with Dave and
Calum. They would probably appreciate the company”
You nod up at her “Yeh I agree with you there!” honestly not wanting to
be subjected to watching her class torture and kill other men just to try and
taunt you, and definitely not wanting there to be a risk of Mei and Jen getting
their hands on you “can you leave some food and water out?”
“Of course!” Leah beamed and picked you up, grabbing your pod and
heading downstairs, tiptoeing past the couch with the other makeshift pod to
the kitchen. Placing you and your pod down, she proceeded to get some shot
glasses and fill them with water, and then get out some chips and dips, along
with some flat bread and small chunks of cheese. Lifting you once more she took
these to the living room and placed them and you on the coffee table, singing
out “Morning boys!”
The loose lid of the Tupperware container pushed to the side and Dave
and Calum stood up, waving over at you and Leah, shouting good morning back.
Returning to the kitchen, you see Leah walk in with your pod, a tea
towel, and large coffee mug, she sets your pod on the coffee table and then
drapes the towel over the edge of the table until it touches the floor, placing
the mug on the section on the table to secure it “Ok guys, you have food,
drink, and a way to climb up and down the table” she announces. Standing up she
steps towards the couch and lifts the makeshift pod, placing it on the coffee
table next to yours “Will you all be ok? I’ve gotta run!”
Stopping and thinking for a moment, Leah said “Actually I have an idea,
be sure to use this” Grabbing the tv control from the couch and placing it on
the table “and I think I still have some toys around from when I babysat my
nephew” walking to the cupboard in the corner of the living room she rummaged
around before pulling out a miniature soccer ball which she brought back and
dropped “Not sure how good it will be, but could give you guys something to
do!”
Thanking her for the toy and tv control, the three of you say goodbye to
Leah, you gaze wistfully after her as her monumentous jean clad bum wiggles its
way out of the room. Turning to the guys you ask “How did you sleep?”
“Good” Replied Calum “After the noise died down anyway” he laughed
“Aye, t’was a tad loud!” Dave joked
“Sorry about that” you apologised, not meaning it in the slightest.
“Alright who’s up for some TV?” Calum asked
You and Dave nodded as Calum stamped on the buttons to bring the TV to
life and scrolled to Netflix, putting The Witcher back on, all of you tucking
in to some food for breakfast.
Wednesday
morning – Leah’s perspective
Leah’s drive to school and most of the morning had been uneventful, the
only real difference to normal being a few students asking where you were to
which she replied you were staying home today. Going over her subjects, Leah
didn’t even realise the time until the bell rang for first break.
Almost immediately after the girls filed out of the room, Leah’s phone
vibrated in her pocked, picking it up and seeing the name she answered “Hey
Pat, how you going?”
“Good here girl, just been at the beach tanning!” her bubbly Brazilian voice
replied
“Sounds nice! What’s up?” Leah asks
“I’m not far from your place so I was going to drop those toys off
outside that you asked about, also… how was your little toy last night?” the
giddiness in her voice was blatant.
Looking around to check no one was in earshot, Leah lowered her voice
and replied “Well, whilst I attached one to my new dildo and fucked him raw, I
kept the one you gave me in my mouth, and then when I came I just chewed him up
and swallowed” Leah bluntly answered
Patty must have been taking a sip of a drink, because the blunt reply
made her choke and gag as she gasped. Coughing, Patty asked “What the heck
girl! Where did this side of you come from! Damn, I would have brought some
more adventurous toys over if I knew! Did the one you fuck die in there too?”
“No I uh… kept him around” Leah replied
“Lucky little bug” Patty giggled “Ok, well Chica I’ll drop this stuff
off and then see you tomorrow?”
“Sounds good Pat, thanks!” Leah beamed, excited at what Patty may have
for her.
“Oh! Do you mind if I get some limes from your tree? I fancy a mojito
tonight!” Patty chirped in
“Yeh of course Hun, you know what’s mine is yours! See ya later” Hanging
up the phone, Leah sat down and started grading papers
Wednesday
morning – Patty’s perspective
Driving over to Leah’s house, Patty was unable to stop giggling. Her and
her friends enjoyed playing with shrinkies, but they only played drinking games
and stuff before a night out, nothing more than toying and tormenting the
little bugs.
Patty had never played with shrinkies with someone she ‘liked’ and had
always had a crush on Leah, something Leah herself was made aware of when Patty
tried to drunkenly kiss her at last year’s Christmas party. Leah had pushed
Patty away, shocked, not realising at that time Patty had a thing for her and
confused as the had a boyfriend. Patty apologised profusely and then broke down
crying, telling Leah how her boyfriend of the time had been beating her, she
lifted her top and showed Leah the bruises around her ribs and she told Leah
that she was going to break up with him and was done with rotten men. Sobbing
uncontrollably Leah had grabbed Patty and hugged her, calling the police who
responded immediately by coming and seeing Patty, the bruises being all they
needed to drive to the boyfriends house and arrest him on the spot. Leah spent
the next few weeks helping Pat through the legal trials and police
investigations, something Patty would forever be grateful for.
The prospect of Leah starting to use shrinkies for her own fun was
something Patty was excited about, knowing from her own experience and that of
her friends, that as someone cared less and less about the bugs lives, they
also seemed to inadvertently care less for men in general… some sort of
desensitising she thought.
Pulling up at Leah’s house, Patty hopped out of her car with a small
zipped up backpack full of toys for Leah to try. Walking up the path to the
front door Patty dropped the bag in the corner of the porch before turning and
walking away, getting about halfway back to the car before stopping. Turning she
looked at the door, pondering her next move before stepping slowly back to the
foot of the porch. Looking around at the various plant pots on the step, Patty
tried to remember which one Leah kept her key under ‘mint I think?’ Patty
vaguely remembered, having walked Leah home one night after a night out and
seeing her tip the pot to get the key. Carefully lifting the pot she smiled,
seeing the small silver item catch the light, picking it up she replaced the
pot and turned the key over in her hands.
Wednesday
morning – Your perspective
After finishing an episode of The Witcher you suggested a kick around to
the other guys who nodded in agreement. One by one you abseiled down the towel
to the floor, the last one on top being Dave who shouted “GO LONG!” before
running up and booting the soccer ball as hard as he could.
Watching the ball sail over your head and bounce towards the corridor
leading to the front door, you didn’t bother moving a Cal had already started
jogging after it. Dave quickly climbed down and stood next to you, watching
Cal’s form in the distance still running after the ball “Damn, dinnae know my
own power” chuckling.
Cal finally reached the ball just before the corridor bent to the right
where the front door was, walking back and kicking it infront of him. He had
just made it to back into the far end of the living room when you all heard a
noise that made you freeze – a key inserting into the door lock
“Did she say she’d be home early?” Dave asked, concerned
“No… nothing to me… I don’t like this” worry creeping into your voice.
Waving at Cal you shout “RUN! HIDE!” and grab Dave, pulling him towards the
couch which you both hide under. The couch base isn’t low to the floor, there
is about a 6 inch gap so you can stand comfortably as you watch Cal jogging to
you.
The sound of footsteps echo down the hallway as the form of a tanned
girl with damp dirty blonde hair enters the room, you can’t make out who it is,
but you momentarily admire the rest of her body. Wearing a navy blue bikini top
and bottom, with just a white sarong around her waist, and a pair of double
strap Birkenstocks on her feet the girl is a sight to behold. Her thin figure
is accentuated by the muscle toned arms, legs and abs, her hand and toenails
painted bright pink, her olive skin showing someone who enjoys the beach life.
Carrying two small backpacks, she pauses for a moment looking around before opening
her mouth and saying to the empty house “Helloooo… anyone home?” You’re struck
by two things instantly, terrifying you to your core. The first is the voice
that you’ve heard recently at Leah’s school – it belongs to Patty, the second
thing is what she said… Leah doesn’t know she has come here. Feeling sick, you
look at Dave as the colour drains from your face.
Dave looks at you then over at Cal, shaking his head and mumbling “No,
no, no, please”
Stepping forwards into the room Patty’s foot lands right next to Cal,
missing only due to his quick thinking and throwing himself out of the way, the
thick cork sole landing where he was moments ago. The brown leather straps with
rose-gold coloured buckles hold the shoe to her foot as it lifts once more as
she steps further into the room.
You turn to Dave “Ok this is bad, but look at her, she’s looking around
she doesn’t know we’re here. Cal can hide and we will be fine… ok?”
Gulping deeply and nodding at you, you both retreat further below the
couch as if that will make any difference, willing Cal to get to safety.
Cal meanwhile is still reeling from the close call he just had, standing
and looking around for somewhere to hide whilst the giantess continues walking
slowly into the living room. Looking towards the cupboard in the corner, Cal
runs at it, hoping to get there before she turns around.
Wednesday
morning – Patty’s perspective
Stepping through the door, Patty cups the used key in her palm stopping
and suddenly remembering Leah said she had a friend staying with her. Deciding
she’s come this far, she picks up the bag of toys and presses on, walking
around the corner and down the corridor to Leah’s living room where she
announces herself “Helloooo… anyone home?” waiting for a reply. When none
presents itself she thinks ‘he must be at work or out’ and starts walking
forwards, deciding to leave the bag on Leah’s kitchen island as a nice surprise
when she gets home. Walking towards the kitchen she passes the coffee table on
her left, seeing something that makes her stop mid-stride. With her legs apart in
the half-step position she turns on the balls of her feet until she is looking
down at the coffee table, seeing a small plate of crumbs, some shot glasses of
water, and what looks like… “Que diablo é isso?” bending forwards she opens the
pod and flips the lid off of the Tupperware, revealing the living quarters.
Patty’s confused frown turns to glee as she realises what they are “Oh my…
Chica what have you been up to?” as she started giggling, dropping the bag on
the floor and brining her hands to her mouth. Forgetting she was holding the
key, this fell and hit the edge of the table, banging loudly as it bounced off
and shot across the room towards the corridor she had just entered from.
Turning and stepping towards the key her peripheral vision caught movement by
the edge of the room by the cupboard, gasping gently she stopped, looking
straight at a little shrinky.
Swerving her legs dramatically outwards then forwards, she slowly and
methodically skip-stepped towards the shrinky who had now pressed himself
against the wall in fear, holding her hands behind her back she plastered a
warm smile on her face to confuse her prey. Stepping forwards until she was
standing right over him, she planted her feet shoulder width apart and rested
her head on the wall, looking down at him as he looked up at her, shaking
slightly.
Allowing the suspense to build she just started at him for a few
seconds, eventually addressing him “So… you a pet or a toy or what?” widening
her arms and pressing her palms to the wall.
The tiny man looked down from her towards what she assumed was the
coffee table, before pushing off from the wall and sprinting to his left
towards the cupboard in a last-ditch attempt to get to safety. Having
anticipated this, Patty lifted her right foot and slammed the sandal down
infront of him, the shock and blast of air making him stumble and fall
forwards, faceplanting the side of Patty’s shoe hard.
Rolling onto his back and clutching his face, he looked up at Patty who
spat at him “Why the fuck you try run? What’s the even point? You aren’t going
to get anywhere idota” lifting her foot on it’s heel and twisting it until it
hovers over his body, she brings it down on him and pins him between the rubber
and the wooden floorboard “Maybe I just crunch you now? Make you paste? Yeh?”
increasing the pressure slightly until she heard him yelp in pain.
Lifting her foot she twisted it back away and lowered it, addressing him
in a stern voice “Now… if you done being rude, I want to talk to you… ok?”
Clutching his arm, the tiny looked up at her and nodded acceptance
“Ok erro, now I am going to take you to that table and you gonna explain
some stuff to me, comprende?” she asks in a tone of voice that belayed the
presence of a question.
Nodding once more the tiny spoke to her “Ok… can you pick me up?”
Annoyance flashing across her pretty face she replied “You want me to
bend down there, and pick you up?” she asked in a disgusted tone “No… you climb
in here and I walk over and sit down, then I will pick you up” pointing at her
right foot as she raised her pink painted toes upwards, revealing to the tiny
man the deep indents where her toes and foot have compressed the cork sole,
moulding it to her feet. Anticipating his hesitation she kept her toes pointed
up and stated “If you aren’t in there in 5 seconds then I smash you and talk to
your body. 5… 4… 3… 2… Ah, better” she finished as he quickly stood and jumped
onto the front of her Birkenstock, lying down across the indents of her toes
with his head on the raised part between the large and second, calculating this
would leave his face free to breathe. Resting her toes on him she walked to the
couch, careful to keep the weight of the right foot on her heel only.
Reaching the couch she pulled her sarong off and dropped it to the
floor.
Wednesday
morning – Your perspective
Seeing the large white layer drop to the floor, your attention is now
brought to the massive heels that are standing side by side before you, looking
up you see the toned muscles in her calves contract as she bends to sit down,
the impact making the couch creak above your head. Her left foot slips
backwards out of the shoe, raising it vertically she curls her toes and rests
them on the heel, her huge wrinkled arch facing towards you. Slowly the right
foot also retreats from the strapped shoe, but this one you can see is already
tensed, her toes scrunched down. With horror you realise why as the foot
completely removes and tilts as her heel lifts, displaying her sole and the
squashed form of Calum imprisoned within the crevice below her toes. Her foot
quickly lifts up and you hear her voice (the sexy accent would normally be a
turn on) “Ok come here little guy”.
Wednesday
morning – Calum’s perspective
Feeling the weight of her toes on top of him, Calum was praying she
didn’t trip or stumble on the 5-step journey to the couch as that would
undoubtably result in his instant death. The first step was terrifying, as she
lifted her foot and powered it forwards he found himself being thrown towards
the back of the shoe, thankfully the ball of her foot met him and prevented him
flying under her sole. Landing on her foot he felt the immense potential of the
weight above him, her heel and outside edge of her foot took the brunt of her
weight, but he could feel the entire shoe morphing slightly as the weight
settled, all he could think about was how powerless he was and had to cooperate
with her. The next few steps were just as terrifying, but he felt that at least
for now, she wanted to keep him in one piece. Reaching her destination he felt
the skin above him shift followed by the loud creaking of the couch, indicating
she had sat down. Wondering when she was going to pick him up, he instead felt
her toes drop onto him, his face as he planned wedged between her second and
third toes as the rest continued wriggling and manoeuvring his body into
position. Before he could even think about what was about to happen, her toes
clamped hard around his body, gripping one of his legs and one arm, the digits
wrapped around his torso and chest squeezing him until the air was pushed from
his body. The worst part was one he didn’t anticipate, as her big toe gripped
the top of his head her second toe had slipped between his shoulder and head,
pushing it painfully to one side and simultaneously pressing into his throat,
choking him. Feeling movement he prayed in his mind that she would release him
before the lack of blood reaching his brain would kill him. As his vision began
to darken he heard her voice “Ok come here little guy”, the pressure
surrounding him retreating as she pinched his leg and pulled him from her toes
grasp, hovering her hand over the table for a moment before releasing him.
He managed to avoid landing on his head, but smashed his back into the
wooden surface hard enough to knock the wind from him. Gasping he rolled over
sat up into a seated position, looking up at the South-American bombshell
before him, her toned abs and flat stomach tempting him to gaze at them.
Feeling it would be best not to ogle her, he looked up noticing the blank
expression on her face as she stared at him.
“So…” she starts “who are you?” asking in a matter-of-fact voice
“My name’s Cal…” you start as she interrupts raising her hand
“I don’t care what you called yourself before you turned into a bug” she
spat at him “I want to know why you are here”
“Errm, well, she took me in… she’s going to send me somewhere” Calum
replied nervously, cautious to not reveal his friends presence until he
understood her intentions
Knowing more than he did about Leah’s recent activities, Patty’s face
flashed with a genuine smile, her pearly white teeth in contrast to her olive
skin.
Seeing her smile warmly actually made Calum feel safer, thinking in his
mind that she was smiling at the prospect of his safety in spite of the last
few minutes he had spent with her conveying a very different story.
Staring at him with a fixed smile on her face, he felt like she was
taking in everything about him, like a poker play preparing to face an
opponent, trying to figure his tells, ticks, and what he was thinking.
Eventually she spoke to him “So are you the friend she spoke of? The one
staying with her right now?” she asked, the same blank expression on her face.
Not seeing any benefit in lying, Calum replied honestly “Erm, nope, I
don’t think I am” noticing her smile twitch slightly before returning to the
same position
“Huh… so is he here now?” staring deeply into his eyes, barely even
blinking
Not wanting to inadvertently rat
his friends out, Calum responded “No, he’s… he’s out right now, but I’m sure he
will be back soon” hoping he was able to bluff her
“Hmpf” she sighed “Ok, so he is normal size then? Not small like you…”
leaning forward slightly she placed her elbows on her knees and lowered her
chin to her upturned palms
‘SHIT’ Calum thought, now unable to backtrack he had to just try and
push the bluff “Yeh, of course… why do you ask?” throwing his arms out in some
attempt at a ‘well-DUH!’ response
“Just asking” she shrugged “you see I have this protective feeling over
her… she’s kind, and men… of any size… will try to take advantage of that”
sighing deeply “are YOU one of those type of men?”
“No… I… I mean she’s looking after me, I swear!” Calum babbled
“So she knows you?” she started stroking her chin gently
“Yeh of course” trying to build a convincing tale “I’ve been here for
weeks alright, I haven’t done anything wrong!” the desperate lie he told to try
and make her feel like his saviour had known him long enough to have a connection
with him
“That’s good” she nodded “because I despise shitty men who take
advantage of nice girls like her. It makes me so angry… you understand right?”
Gulping and nodding, Calum tried not to shake.
“So… what’s her name?” she asked bluntly, sensing she had him cornered
Gasping, Calum tried desperately to recall any time her name may have
been mentioned, ultimately unable to draw anything other than a blank. Opening
then closing his mouth, he just stared at her and tried not to react.
Her grin spreading further, Patty looked down and shook her head as she
laughed “So then… it’s just you and me here is it?” leaning closer her eyes
flicking around his body, alert for any tell that might give him away
Pausing for a moment too long, Calum knew she had rumbled him as the
neutral smile twisted up into a Cheshire cat grin “No… I mean yeh… it’s just
us” one last attempt at throwing her off
“Hmm… because it looks like there’s room for at least 3 or 4 bugs in
them pods” she gestured to the coffee table
Aware that the colour was draining from his face Calum tried mumbling
out another lie but was cut off by her holding her huge palm up infront of him
“Shut your lying little mouth” she spat with contempt. Sitting back into the
couch she raised her feet and dropped them heavily on the edge of the table
just over shoulder width apart, the impact making Calum jump.
Relaxing back into the cushions she looked at him, crossing her arms
over eachother and biting the inside of her lip, contemplating how best to
proceed. Sitting on the table infront of her, Calum waited as long as he could
before breaking and trying to reason with her. Standing slowly he opened his
arms in a peaceful gesture and was about to speak when she lifted her left foot
and slammed it down close to him, the impact making him fall onto his backside.
Her foot retreated to its resting position and she glared at him, daring him to
try speaking again.
Eventually she spoke “You have done nothing but LIE to me since
we started talking… I have no reason to believe anything you say. For all I
know these sleeping pods are old and not even yours eh?” she shrugged “you
could be a pest that broke in from outside”
Waving his arms Calum tried to talk her down “No, no that’s… that’s not
–” her foot slammed down again cutting him off
“Shut… up…” she growled, standing and pacing around the living room for
a minute before returning to the table, squatting down and leaning over, her
face inches from him “Ok you pissed me off bug man, I should just crush you
now!” she growled raising her fist and making Calum cower in fear “But… you
haven’t given me what I want yet” lowering her hand she uncurled her fist and
gently stroked Calum’s face with her index finger “I want to know where the
other bugs are…” she said
Calum had enough at this point and snapped at her “Fuck you! Fine I lied
but that’s because you’re freakin’ insane! The truth is that this lady has
taken me in, and it’s just me here, so you can stop this bullshit!” hoping this
was enough.
Her face freezing in a semi-shocked expression, she slowly stood, never
breaking eye contact, until she was at full height and towered over him.
Standing dead still but breathing deeply, she looked murderous.
Taking a deeper breath she closed her eyes and sat back down on the couch
crossing her left leg over her right “you know its only like 11:20am right?”
she started “Leah… yeh… her name is LEAH” she shouted at Calum
“won’t be home for at least six hours… you have any idea what I can do to you
in six hours? Huh? I am very… very good at fucking with you bugs” she shook her
head “Honestly, after like… two hours you won’t even remember your own name I
think”
Shaking slightly, Calum stood his ground “I’ve now told you the truth…
why not call Leah and ask her” he reasoned
Contemplating his request for a minute, she eventually spoke “Fine… I
call her and she tells me she doesn’t know you… you are done” she growled leaning
forwards and flicking Calum hard in the chest knocking him over, before standing
up and prowling around the coffee table. Bending over she pulls her phone from
one of the two bags and swipes it unlocked, tapping across the screen and
eventually raising the phone infront of her, hitting the call button and
placing the phone on loudspeaker. Standing straight she towers once again over
the tiny man, lifting her left foot and placing it slowly on the edge of the
table, heel raised and pink toes wriggling as the phone continues ringing.
After a few rings a hurried voice on the other end answers “Hey hun,
what’s up? Calum recognises Leah’s voice
“Hey Chica, just at yours and wanted to ask something” Patty slowly
replied
“Yeh what is it? My class are about to return from break so gotta
hustle!” Leah’s rapid response gave Calum hope that her was about to be saved
“You got any shrinkies at home?” Patty asked bluntly
There is a short pause on the other end of the phone before a reply “No,
of course not… why?” Leah’s voice sounded concerned
“All good babe, enjoy class, I see you later maybe?” Patty replied
“Yep sounds good, gotta run!” Leah ends the call
Wednesday
morning – Leah’s perspective
‘Why would Patty be asking that?’ Leah wondered as the class filed in
quietly ‘maybe she found one in the garden and wanted to check if it’s mine? Ah
well, no chance I’m letting her know I have some inside!’ looking up and
greeting her class, she continued her lesson.
Wednesday
morning – Calum’s perspective
The blood draining from his face, Calum’s heart started racing as he
yelled up “No wait! She doesn’t know you’re inside! Just call her an…” he stops
as she slowly raises her foot and glides it over him. His fight or flight
instinct kicked in and he turned and sprinted across the table, not even
thinking about where he was going to go when he reached the edge… maybe a fall
off and quick death would be preferable to whatever she was planning.
Making it half a dozen steps the humongous foot slams into the table
somewhere to his left, ignoring it as he kept running as fast as he could until
something knocked his legs out from under him, causing him to fall and smack
his head on the table hard enough to see stars. Rolling onto his back he found
himself looking straight up into her rage filled eyes, having placed her foot on
the table to stabilise herself and allow her to lean over him. Out of luck and
out of ideas, Calum just stared at her as she stared back for what felt like
forever until her right hand reached down and grabbed him, rolling him into her
fist and raising him to eye level as she stood.
Glaring at him trapped in her fist she spat at him “You lying… little…
fuck!” before dropping her fist to her side and storming off towards the
kitchen, the sudden movement giving Calum a feeling of vertigo and almost
vomiting, completely disoriented and unsure of his surroundings. Hearing a
cupboard open then slam shut Calum is suddenly weightless for a moment,
released from her grasp, a brief moment of freedom before he lands in a coffee
mug, cracking his head into the bottom and losing consciousness.
Wednesday
morning – Patty’s perspective
Opening the cupboard in Leah’s kitchen where she kept her cups, Patty
grabbed a large coffee mug before slamming the door closed, placing the mug on
the countertop and letting go of the lying bug above the opening. Momentarily
concerned about the surprisingly large noise he made when he made impact, she
was worried she’d killed him without getting what she needed from him. Leaning
down she pressed her ear to the opening and after a moment could hear his
breathing, leaning up she sighed “Phew, that would have sucked” before leaning
down low over the mug and speaking to his unconscious form “You have no idea
what you’re in for” standing and opening cupboard doors, draws and the freezer
she collected various items from the kitchen and took them to the coffee table.
Wednesday
morning – Your perspective
Hearing the phone conversation Patty had with Leah and watching Patty’s
bare feet stomp angrily towards the kitchen, Dave grabbed you by the shoulders
and shook “What the hell! Why would she say that!?”
“I don’t know! Fuck! I mean… she mustn’t know Patty is inside… she knows
that she’s dangerous there’s no way she would have let her in here by herself!
She must know where a spare key is or something” you reply
Releasing you, Dave puts his head in his hands “Fuck… what do we do?”
“There’s nothing we can do… we just have to stay hidden” you sigh
Dave stumbles back and sits down, holding his head “We were so close”
Sitting next to him you put your hand on his shoulder “I know… I’m so
sorry” looking up as you see the pink toenails leading the tanned feet return
to the room, her stomping continuing until she reached the coffee table and
dropped some items on it before returning to the kitchen. Hearing various
things opening and slamming you try not to think about what is about to happen,
wishing you were at least further away.
After a few return trips you see Patty reach down and grab one of the
bags, raising it above your line of sight as she stepped around the table,
sitting down and planting her feet against the floor, her ankles close enough
you could reach out and touch them. Her feet were pretty toned and a bit wider
across the ball, something that comes from being a sporty person and on your
feet a lot, you vaguely remember Leah once talking about a colleague of hers
that was a surfer, the body type and features now fitting into place. Snapping
sense into yourself you grab Dave and retreat further under cover.
Hearing her grumble from above “Hmpf where is it? Don’t tell me I forg…
Ah!” wondering what she was talking about as she moved around, working at
something on the coffee table, muttering to herself constantly “Ok… you go
here… you go here! Perfect!”
Wednesday afternoon
– Calum’s perspective
Regaining
consciousness Calum lay still for a moment, his head pounding as he struggled
to recall what put him in this position. Opening his eyes his memories came
flooding back as he found himself lying on his back, staring straight up at the
crossed over soles of the giantess who had captured him, figuring he was on the
coffee table and she must have her feet resting on the edge. Clearly unaware
that he had woken up, he could see past the outside edge of her foot that she
was on her phone and thinking this was his chance to escape he tried sitting
up, feeling resistance against his body. Looking down, his small glimmer of
hope turned to utter despair realising he was lying spread eagle and completely
naked on a small black board with his arms and legs secured in place by thin
woven bindings, pulled into opposing corners and leaving him trapped, with
something resting gently against his throat. Straining against the bindings and
hoping for some sort of give in them, his struggles instead alerted her to his
regained conscious state, her feet lifting from the table and dropping to the
floor whilst she sat upright looking down at him, a sinister smile spreading
slowly across her face.
“So… how do you like
this?” she asked him “I made it myself you know… it helps in situations like
this” she explained as she ran her finger around the outside of the board
“situations where I need you to co-operate” leaning over him she continued
“Look around… what you think?” nodding at the array of items around the table.
Turning his head,
Calum had no idea what was going on, seeing a large china bowl, a red candle, a
cloth, cling film, a bottle of water, a glass bowl full of large ice cubes and
finally the most chilling item a long slender knife. Gulping deeply he looked
back at her and started yelling “Please, you’re mistaken! This is a huge
misunderstanding!”.
Shaking her head, the
goddess leant forwards and gripped the item by his throat, lifting it and
revealing a miniature ball gag, attached to some string that kept it pulled
firmly back towards the board.
“No! No, no no
plea-HMPF” Calum tried to beg but she carelessly pulled the gag over his mouth
and released it, the tension in the string pulling it back into his mouth and
gagging him.
“Oh shush little toy…
save your energy” lifting a lighter and flicking it on she proceeded to light
the candle, dropping the lighter to the side and looking down at him, pausing
for a moment as she inspected him.
“Ok erro…” she softly
spoke to him as her hand reached into the glass bowl and retrieved a large ice
cube “I know for a fact that you’re not alone… no shrinkie goes that far into
someone’s house without backup, comprende?” lifting the cube and inspecting it,
rotating it before her eyes. Looking down once more “So…” lowering the cube and
pressing it into his left arm “… tell me where they are and this can stop”
Grunting in discomfort
at the large block of ice covering most of his arm, Calum refused to look at
her, breathing in ragged gasps of air through his nose
Holding the ice cube
against him for a minute and watching him squirm in discomfort, she eventually
removed it and dropped it back in the bowl, sighing as she did so. Lifting the
candle she brought it above him and growled “you bugs never learn” tilting the
candle and dripping the hot red wax onto his semi-frozen arm, the sudden change
in temperature burning him and causing him to scream in agony, the gag muffling
most of the noise.
Giggling at his
plight, she allowed a few drops to land on him before retracting the candle and
placing it above his head “Anything to say?” she asked in a mock pouty voice “I
hope not… I just starting” not even waiting for him to respond she picked up a
new ice cube and brought it to his left leg, repeating the process of frigid ice
followed by liquid hot wax until she had covered all four limbs.
Sobbing uncontrollably
Calum still refused to capitulate to her commands, accepting his fate in order
to save his friends, something the giantess hadn’t overly banked on, speaking
to him for the first time in the past 10 minutes “Hmm… interesting… either
you’re being honest or you really don’t want to rat out your friends” she
reached up and scratched her chin “Well I know already now you’re a good liar,
so I think we continue, no?” not waiting for an answer she lifted another block
of ice, this time holding it above his immobilised form in her right hand.
Thinking for a moment, she brought her left hand forward and gently lifted his
flaccid shaft from between his legs and pinned it roughly to his stomach,
rubbing gently until it turned hard “obrigada… thanks” she smiled as she
brought the cube down, moving her finger at the last second and mashing the ice
into his hard member bringing a new wave of pained moans. Grinding the cube
into him for a minute she discarded it with a flick of her wrist, slowly
lifting the candle above him once more and dangling it above his crotch,
sloshing it left and right to rain droplets of wax down on either side of him,
all Calum could do was scream into the gag as he waited for one to land on his
member.
“Oh god shut up!” she
complained, dropping the candle and blowing it out “I don’t want to break that
part of you yet… its still early” her nails painfully scratching at the wax
that had moulded to his arms and legs, his yelps making her grin “aww poor
baby” she pouted pulling the gag from his mouth and dropping it back around his
throat “too much?”. Repositioning herself on the couch she leant forwards and
grasped the bottle of water, twisting the cap off and drinking deeply before
placing it down with the lid still off. Picking up the board that he was
attached to she inspected the raw red skin for a bit before using her left hand
to grab the large china bowl, dragging it towards her, lowering the board until
it was horizontal above the bowl. Unsure of what was happening he barely had
time to react before the picked up the cloth and dropped it over his face, the
last thing he could make out were her words “maybe take a breath” before he
felt water engulfing the cloth and trying to work its way into his nose and
mouth.
Chocking and gagging,
he tried shaking his head to find freedom, only to find more water blocking his
attempts. Just as he thought he was going to drown, the cloth was ripped form
his face allowing him to cough the water out, choking as he did so. Looking up
at the smiling face above him he saw the water bottle in her hand still about
three quarters full, continuing to cough up water he barely had time to take a
breath before she dropped the cloth back over his face and repeated the process
for even longer this time. Thrashing his arms against the bindings as he choked
on the flood of liquid, the cloth was once again ripped from him revealing her
tanned face hovering low over his own. Thinking she was going to ask him a
question he tried to prepare himself but instead witnessed her bring the cloth
back and gently lower it onto his face, allowing him to take a deep breath this
time. Holding his breath he began to worry as the water had not started,
eventually having to breathe out this is when she started pouring again,
instantly filling his mouth with water making him choke and thrash
uncontrollably. He lost count of how
many times this repeated, each time varying slightly, keeping him off guard not
knowing what exactly would happen, knowing it would only come to an end when
the water bottle had been drained.
The cloth once more
being pulled from his face he didn’t have the strength to even look at her,
dreading another round might be the end of him, just lying there heaving water
up and coughing, his lungs burning. Lying there long enough to feel the cold,
he started shivering, nearly mentally broken still attached to the board which she
gently lowered to the table.
Leaning over him the
Brazilian turned to a soft voice as she used her left forefinger to rub his
face and shoulder “Shhhhh… it’s ok friend… you can tell me everything now… I’ll
make it stop” expecting him to break to her will.
Mustering one final
ounce of willpower he looked up at her and spat “Fuck… you…” before dropping
his head back and teetering on the edge of consciousness.
Seemingly unfazed and
maybe a little excited by his response, she leant forwards and plucked up the
board, slowly untying his limbs and allowing him to fall to the table. Reaching
over his head she grabbed the roll of cling film and pulled out a long length,
ripping it off and placing it carefully beside her on the couch before leaning
forwards and grabbing his near limp form in her let hand. Bringing him to her
lips she whispered to him “I was really… really hoping you’d say that” pulling
him away and winking at him. Watching her settle back on the couch he noticed
her lift her right foot and place it on her left thigh, scrunching and flexing
her toes, using her right hand to rub away any dirt or dust. Bringing his body
towards the sole she held him for a moment before pushing is body into her arch
and his head leaning against the base of her ball, pinning him in place with
the thumb of her left hand. His face initially forced into the wrinkled sole,
he managed to turn his head to his right enabling him to breathe again, staring
up at her face that was now plastered with a huge smile. Reaching over to the
couch he heard the rustle of the cling film, clueless about what she had
planned next, frankly just wanting it all to end. Suddenly her thumb applied
heavy pressure on his back, forcing his body deep into her sole, compressing
his lower back and threatening to snap his spine causing him to moan in agony,
unable to even muster a full scream. The
pressure released leaving him stuck to her arch, realising she wasn’t even
holding him with her thumb anymore, simply the recent pressure and sticky
surface holding him in place.
This freedom was short
lived as he felt the cling film press against his back and realised with horror
that she was wrapping it around and around her foot, until he was completely
cocooned against her in several airtight layers and barely able to move,
managing only small struggles. Panting deeply as he tried thrashing against
her, he was quickly struck by how breathless he felt, realising he had no way
of getting more air other than the small pockets that surrounded his head and
body. Feeling her body shift, he finally screamed in fear as he saw the outline
of a knife approach his face through the cling film, stopping momentarily as it
made contact before twisting and pushing its way through, stopping just before
stabbing his face. As the knife retreated it left a small hole through which he
found he was able to suck in some air, preventing him from asphyxiating in the
plastic cocoon holding him pinned to her foot. Feeling her poke a similar hole
behind him, he found he could obtain some limited fresh air.
Wednesday
morning – Patty’s perspective
Sitting back and giggling
at her handiwork “Hey bug boy, this is one of my favourites” she beamed at him,
his face forced sideways looking through the plastic layers towards her gleeful
expression. Leaning back and splaying her arms out over the top of the couch
she explained to him “You see this is uncomfortable, yes? That’s nothing… it’s
going to hotter and hotter in there… the humidity as my foot sweats will be
horrible! Now, I don’t have smelly feet, but the moisture is going to cling to
you and try to smother you out! The holes will let you breathe, but it’s going
to be hard” she wriggled her shoulders happily “and the best part, I can just sit
back and…” reaching over she grabbed the TV control “… watch TV… let me know
when you’re ready to talk” uncrossing her leg she dropped her foot onto the
coffee table, scrunching and flexing her toes as she turned on some random TV
show as she started a timer on her phone.
Wednesday
morning – Calum’s perspective
Feeling the deep thud
as her heel made contact with the table, Calum doubted her words, convinced she
was bluffing ‘how could this be the worst thing?’ he thought ‘she’s trying to
get in my head – I just have to stay here and hold on’.
Unfortunately, Calum
soon realised he was wrong. Whilst his own sweat was spreading around his back
and legs where his skin was compressed by the cling film, her foot was also
beginning to perspire and her sweat pool around the front of his body, limbs,
and around his head and left side of his face which was stuck against her skin.
The first thing that got to him was the itching, the constant feel of salty
water against every inch of him was irritating him, and unable to move and
scratch it he had to try to ignore the discomfort. Her periodic flexing and
scrunching of her toes didn’t help either, swishing the building up fluid
around his body.
Soon after, he noticed
the heat which first started as just above body temperature, soon turning into
an oppressive oven, raising his own internal temperature to uncomfortable
levels leaving him breathing rapidly to try and help cool himself. The added
heat was also increasing the sweat that was pooling around him, the small
trickles that ran down his body began pooling around him as the fluid filled
the air spaces around his legs. Trying to think about how long he had been like
this, he realised he had lost all track of time, leaving him disoriented, the
heat and humidity feeling like he had been abandoned in a rainforest.
As time passed the
sweat continued to rise, now as high as his stomach. He was also subjected to
his hair being matted with condensation and beginning to drop small drips of
their mixed sweat down his face, stinging his eyes and working its way into his
mouth. Having been sweating profusely for an unknown period of time, his body
began to panic despite his mind willing him to stay calm, resulting in
involuntary spasms as the levels of sweat continued to rise in the limited
space between her foot, his body, and the plastic cocoon.
Unaware of how much
time had passed, Calum felt his spirit finally break… it was either the lack of
significant oxygen, the constant presence of sweat dripping down his head across
his face and dripping down his face into his mouth causing him to gag, the
oppressive heat, or the complete loss of a sense of time… whatever it was, he
was done. Trying to tap against her sole with his pinned arms she eventually
registered his movements and brought her foot back over her thigh, looking at
him for a moment before dropping her foot back to the table and ignoring him
Wednesday
afternoon – Patty’s perspective
Feeling his struggles
change from a writhing to an attempt at tapping, Patty brought her foot up to
her thigh, leaning down and studying him, seeing the pooled sweat around his
body and desperate look on his face. Deciding to torment him further she simply
leant back and returned her foot to the same position, grabbing her phone and
checking the timer she had started ‘Hmm 23 minutes 48 second’ she thought,
impressed he outlasted most of her victims ‘he was rude to me though… let’s
give it a solid half hour’ returning to the TV.
Wednesday
afternoon – Calum’s perspective
Completely broken,
Calum went into a catatonic state, not registering the heat, lack of oxygen, or
discomfort he was in… he was quite simply done. Phasing in and out of lucidity
he was vaguely aware of the feeling of his body moving, thinking he could see
his tormentor’s face through the plastic, words he vaguely understood as a
direction to tell her where his friends were. Unable to comprehend the
ramifications of his actions he mumbled “nd’er cowch”.
Wednesday
afternoon – Patty’s perspective
Realising he had
attempted to use words, Patty leaned closer and turned her head pressing her
ear to the plastic around her foot, demonstrating her enhanced flexibility.
Unable to understand what he was saying she spoke to him “Ok… good… you’re so
good! Now talk slow and loud” hearing the muffled words that returned to her,
her face lighting up as she heard them, the realisation of the location of her
new prey almost making her laugh.
Wednesday
afternoon – Your perspective
Hearing Patty’s
excited voice you are instantly overcome with worry, grabbing Dave by the arm
and yanking him upright “We have to move, now!”
Dave resists “He won’t
rat on us mate!”
“Dave I’m sorry, but
she’s been torturing him in ways we don’t even know for ages now” you start “It
isn’t his fault but everyone has a break point, if she’s found his we have to
go”
Twisting his arm from
your grip, Dave shoves you away “Oh and what dae you know about it lad? You
have it pretty good here… I don’t think you’re one of us at all now…”
About to try and
reason with Dave, you’re attention is grabbed by movement at the front of the
couch – Patty has lowered her right hand towards the floor holding a lighter in
her grip. Seeing your confused reaction, Dave turns and sees the same thing,
freezing for a moment neither of you move.
Her wrist moving with
lightning speed she launches the lighter under the couch in your general
direction, missing you by a decent margin the action still shocks you both, the
shock replaced by complete fear as you hear her voice “Hope I didn’t hit you!
Come out here please”
Looking at eachother
for a moment you shake your head at Dave “We can’t… she’ll kill us”
Shaking his head and
sighing deeply Dave replies “She knows were here… you were right she broke him…
there’s nowhere to go”
“We can try splitting
up and running for it!” you try
“Oh aye? Where lad?
It’s a big place and we have but wee legs” looking down “might aswell try and
make it easy on ourselves” as he started walking towards her
“Wait!” you grab
Dave’s arm “there is no ‘easy’ you don’t understand, even Leah thinks she’s
nuts… we step out there and we are done!” you exclaim, panicking.
“Argh… fine what dae
ya propose?”
“Simple, you run out
that way towards the kitchen” you point “and I run that way towards the stairs,
I’ll try getting upstairs… one of us might make it” you offer
“Tae hell with it…
poor Cal’s probably dead already, let’s go” nodding at you he raises his hand
which you take, shaking warmly
“Good luck” you say
“You too lad” Dave
replies
Turning and about to
run, you hear Patty’s voice again “You know I really aren’t the patient type of
girl… if you don’t come out soon your friend will suffer more, right now you
can still save him”
Watching Dave
hesitate, you urged him on, feeling he was about to commit when a huge – BANG –
shocked you both. Looking towards the front of the couch you could see Patty’s
left foot now planted firmly on the ground, and to your horror her right foot
slowly lowered, entering your field of view. You could see her toes lower
first, the skin bright red, wondering why they looked so hot your question was
soon answered as the cling film wrapped ball of her foot entered your view.
This was soon followed by the rest of her foot lowering, revealing Calum’s
still form against her arch, buried under several layers of plastic, a clear
build up of sweat around him – at this point you were sure he was dead.
Pointing her toes straight down she gave you an unimpeded view of his plight
before scrunching and splaying her toes hard, the movement revealing Calum was
still alive as he screamed and choked.
Dave faltered, looking
at his friend and placing his hands on his head. About to convince him to
continue with the plan Patty’s voice interceded “Come out now and I’ll end his
suffering, I promise” as she lowered her toes to the floor. At this point even
you were ready to hand yourself over to her just to have her either release him
or put him out of his misery, still not convinced complying would change
anything.
Clearly frustrated you
head her let out a loud sigh followed by “Ok then, I guess you don’t care about
him” beginning to lower her heel to the floor you gasped, hearing pained sobs
coming from Calum, both of you took steps forward before stopping, praying she
wouldn’t do anything worse.
Letting her foot
flatten out on the floor you saw it flex and twitch as she found a comfortable
spot, holding it here allowing the gap between the ground and her arch to not
crush Calum, his muffled cries still emanating. Pausing in this spot you looked
at Dave and signalled for him to stay put.
Wednesday afternoon
– Patty’s perspective
‘Why they no come
out?’ she thought to herself, certain the cries from their friend trapped
between the floor and her foot would flush them out ‘ok let’s see them deal
with this’
Wednesday
afternoon – Your perspective
Hearing the floor
creak slightly, you looked outwards and saw Patty’s left foot start to rise as
her right started compressing into the hard floor, fresh cries of agony mixed
with choking coughs emerging from Calum. Thinking it couldn’t get any worse for
him she started grinding her heel and ball back and forth in opposite
directions, grinding his body into the ground. Seeing the built-up pools of
sweat squirt out from the clingfilm in multiple directions you realised how
much pressure she was putting him under, wondering if his body was even able to
take that level of punishment. His screams turning to low moans and gargles you
snapped, running forwards and into the open, looking up and waving, shouting at
her to stop.
She looked down at you
calmly as Dave joined you, still grinding Calum mercilessly into the ground,
clearly expecting more to follow.
Shouting at her “It’s
just us! I swear we are all there is! Please stop!”
She ground Calum a few
more times as she contemplated your request, finally nodding and relinquishing
the pressure. Lowering her hand to the floor you both voluntarily stepped on,
whisked up and dumped roughly on the table, she leant forwards over the pair of
you her green eyes inspecting you.
“So you were under me
the whole time? Damn serves me right for not checking” she complained
“Look we came out
willingly, please let him go” you begged her, noticing her foot was still in
contact with the floor.
Her eyes narrowed as
she studied you for a moment, before finally lifting her right foot and dumping
it sideways on the table next to you both. Leaning forwards she picked up a
knife and sliced carefully around his body before dropping the knife and
sitting back. Wasting no time you both ran forwards and started yanking the
film away until you were able to pull his body from her foot. Drenched in sweat
and coughing he curled up into a ball infront of you, shivering.
Looking up at Patty
you started “Listen, I’m the friend Leah has staying with her, ok! Stop this!”
Rage flashed over her
face as she leant forwards again “You lie!”
“What… no… no I
don’t!” you stagger out, shocked by her blatant disregard for your statement
“Yeh you do!” she
shouted “this pathetic bug confirmed it… her friend is out, you full of shit!”
“No… I swear tha-OUCH”
you screamed as her right hand shot out and grabbed you around the waist, her
grip crushing your torso as she lifted you to her face.
Looking into your eyes
for a moment she said calmly “I guess you bugs never learn, huh? Lies do not
work… they only cause suffering” leaning forwards she grabbed Calum with her
left hand and stuffed his head and shoulders into the crevice under the toes of
her right foot, his head poking up between the big and 2nd digits as
her toes curled down around his shoulders. “Now I did say I would end his
suffering… did I not?” she asked you as she began squeezing her toes downwards,
the pressure quickly building around his head and shoulders, silencing his
screams as his face began turning purple. You began begging for her to stop as
Dave jumps forwards trying to pry her toes apart.
Dave joins yelling at
her to stop but with a final grunt she scrunched her face and toes in tandem
crushing Calum’s head with a loud – CRACK – quickly splaying the digits and
letting his body fall to the table, blood spraying onto Dave who let out a yell
of rage and ran at her foot, punching it as hard as he could. His efforts only
making her giggle before she leant in and flicked him in the head, his body
flying sideways to the ground and lying still. Turning her gaze to you she
growled “So you know her, huh? How well?”
Snapping you shouted “Very
well! We’ve known eachother for years alright you nutjob!”
Her mouth twitched involuntarily into a scowl
for a moment before returning to a neutral expression “Uh-huh…” she chewed the
inside of her cheek “it’s just funny… she never mention a tiny she knew to me
before”
“Are you surprised?”
You reply throwing your arms out to your sides “You hate shrinkies, you go out
of your way to kill any you see! You genuinely think she would tell you if she
had one living with her?”
“Oh come on! There’s
no way she wouldn’t tell me that… she’s my best friend” Patty’s face twisted in
denial.
Snapping and going all
out you blurt without thinking “We’ve had sex! I’ve been inside her you fucking
psycho! That’s how well I know her! We had sex last night, and not forced or
anything, we did it together because we... well I… look its complicated…” you
rambled on.
Patty’s face froze in
shock for a moment before a scowl appeared “She told me that her friend staying
with her was here because he is her best friends boyfriend, and they were
having troubles”
“Well I…” you started
as she interrupted
“ENOUGH” she yelled
“You’re done! The bug I just squished said her friend wasn’t a shrinkie, plus
Leah wouldn’t fuck her friends boyfriend, so that’s two lies in one!” her face
was a mask of rage now “if you had been inside her and she no complain then
that would mean that you like… violated her… you violate my friend without her
knowing?” she yelled
“Viol… wait, what!?”
you garbled out, shocked at the way she took your outburst “No… I mean tha…”
she interrupted you again.
“SHUT UP!” a tear
forming in her left eye “what you do to my friend?” she growled.
Sensing you shouldn’t
go into detail you went silent, watching the tear well up in her eye before
popping out and streaming down her cheek.
Looking to the ground
she started “You want to be inside someone… I can cure that…” looking up and
gripping you tight enough you felt your body would pop, opening your mouth but
unable to scream, the pressure kept up until you passed out.
Chapter 18 – Into the Fire by Mamamoo
Chapter 18 – Into the Fire
Waking up
with a gasp you flailed around to get your bearings feeling your leg hitting
something, sitting up you look down and see Calum’s lifeless body along with
Dave’s now naked unconscious form next to it, wrapped tightly in string,
preventing him from moving when he comes too. Feeling a strange weight on your
own arms and legs you look down, seeing first you are also naked, and then that
thick black bindings the width of your arm are attached to all four of your limbs,
the length of the bindings splayed tangled around you.
“Ah…
finally back” you hear from behind you, twisting your back you gaze up and see
Patty sitting on the couch, still wearing her bikini top she stands up slowly,
revealing that her bikini bottom is missing, exposing her womanhood to you as
she steps her legs apart slightly, the small tight lips drawing your gaze for a
moment before you snap your eyes back down, not wanting to infuriate her.
“Is ok…
look up” she commanded, and you slowly responded, looking up her toned thighs,
over her pretty womanhood, up her toned abs and moderate breasts until you reach
her face, her piercing green eyes glaring down upon you “Finally you do what
you told”
“Listen to
me please” you beg “it’s not too late to stop this, Leah won’t be mad” you hope
to reach some common ground.
Your words
apparently didn’t have the desired effect as you notice her lips pinch tight as
her nostrils flare “Enough… you come with me now” reaching down she grips
opposite sides of the thick ropes holding your arms and legs.
As she
lifts, the entire bundle of material unwinds and pulls your arms together above
your head and your legs down away from you, the thick strings bending upwards leaving
you suspended low. The ropes leading from your arms and legs meet up with a
larger loop of the material above you, forming a huge halo shape, leaving you
confused as to what this was. As she lifted higher you feel the strain on your
limbs you try again, shouting “Listen to me please, this is a big mistake!”
Patty
shakes the ropes which fling your body around, putting more strain on your
joints and causing you to yelp in pain before lifting you in line with her face
“You say you be inside my friend… I think you lie… by the time we done, you
never want to be inside anyone I promise you that!” she growled
Terrified
by the implications of her words you watch her face retreat from your view as
she lowers you down the front of her body, past the features you were
previously admiring until you reach the floor and land in between her wide
feet, her grasping toes wriggling against the hard floor. Slowly she lifts her
left leg over the halo shape binding to your right and steps down within the
ring, repeating this on the other side and begins slowly lifting you upwards.
With horror you realise what is happening, she has turned you into a makeshift
G-string “Wait please stop!” you yell up, her only response a giggle.
Thrashing
against your bindings you’re powerless to stop your ascent as you approach her
crotch slowly but steadily, Patty taking her time to add to your fear and her
excitement. Eventually the ring above you slips over her hips and you find
yourself mashed into her, your face at the top of her lips and your feet pulled
under into the lower crevice of her toned bum cheeks. Giving her makeshift
garment one last tug upwards your body is pulled tight against her, part of
your chest and thighs slipping into her lips which pulse expectantly at your
touch, your face momentarily plastering against them.
Pulling
your head back you gasp air, looking up you can see past her flat belly to the
underside of her boobs as she leans forward.
Looking
down at you with a large grin on her face “Get comfy bug” she directs you “It’s
a short drive home, but you might get a bit squished” giggling as she bends
further forward grabbing Dave and leaving a note and her tools of torture next
to Calum’s body. Picking up her sarong she wraps it around her waist and grabs one
of the two bags. Stepping forwards her thighs immediately grind against
eachother and force you into her lips, feeling your body press hard in between
them as your limbs are pulled apart and strained. You try to scream but find
every step your face is smashed into the space just below her clit. The walk to
her car was surely couldn’t be long, but this torture already felt unbearable,
you could only hope once she sat down the force and pain would subside.
Feeling the
steady grinding stop, you realise she must have reached her car, soon after
hearing the – beep – of it unlocking and a further step as she pulls the door
open. Her thighs briefly separate as she steps into the car, dropping hard onto
the seat forcing her cheeks together and squashing your legs between them
causing you to yell in pain.
“Aww… bug
man no happy?” you hear her mock sympathetic voice as her finger rubs you on
the back “this is just foreplay to me… you wait” starting the car she begins
the drive home.
The
additional strain on the material from her being in a seated position pulls you
further into her, your face rising and smashing into her clit all you can do is
turn your head sideways and sob, praying she would listen to reason.
“Yeh bug…
cry, I love it when you cry” her deep rumbling voice growls down at you
Feeling
ticking across your body you realise her vagina has started turning wet, the moisture
causing your skin to tingle. She’s clearly aroused at your imperilled state,
her body responding to her emotions accordingly. Trying to wriggle yourself
free all you manage to do is make her gasp as she feels your tiny body rubbing
against her lips and clit.
Wednesday
afternoon – Patty’s perspective
“Yeh bug…
cry, I love it when you cry” Patty spoke down to the tiny man trapped against
her ‘fuck this toy is good, worth the money’ she thought to herself as she
turned the car on and began the drive home.
Feeling
herself begin to moisten, she smiled thinking about what fun she was going to
have with her two new toys, addressing you “You know, I have this channel where
I do things to tiny men. I have a lot of fans… I think your little friend will
make me some money” pausing for a moment and nodding “You I keep just for me I
think” pulling up to a set of traffic lights.
Feeling
uncomfortable she unconsciously pushed down on the arm rests of the door and
central console with her palms, raising her bum from the seat as she
repositioned before dropping down, the impact crushing you between the seat and
her body and making you scream.
“Oops,
sorry, forgot!” she giggled. Her complete dominance over you was turning her
on, feeling herself get wet she idly lowered her hand and rubbed your back,
softly at first but soon pushing harder and mashing you into herself “Ahh you
feel so good there bug” she whispered, leaning her head back and closing her
eyes. Her thumb and forefinger grip your head and turn it so its facing directly
at her soft clit before pressing you into it, rubbing your face around as it
she gasps, feeling it harden and swell in response to your touch “Yeh… that’s
right… I wanna” – BEEEEP BEEEP – her eyes snap open, realising the light has
turned green and the car behind her angrily tooted their horn. Raising her hand
in apology she pressed her foot down on the gas pedal and took off. Still
breathing deeply she felt her womanhood tingling as it turned fully wet, her
clit poking her tiny prisoner in his face and eliciting struggles, serving to
excite her further “I gotta be careful!”
Reaching
home without further incident she grabbed her belongings and stepped out of the
car, walking towards her small house off the main road. This time instead of
feeling your body drily grinding against her and between her thighs, she felt
her juices lubricate you, covering your body as she stepped forwards. Enjoying
the sensation of your body slipping and sliding along the length of her pussy
she began feeling tingles shoot up her body, stopping for a moment and grasping
the fence, steadying herself before moving on.
Stepping
inside her home she closed the door behind her and walked immediately upstairs
to her bedroom, putting her phone on charge and dropping it to the bed. Turning
on her heel she left the room and proceeded to the smaller spare bedroom
opposite, dropping her bag to the floor she stood infront of her computer desk.
Looking around at the multiple cameras set up around the desk and room she
smiled and bit her lower lip, excited about what was about to happen “Time to
make bank!” reaching down and slapping you hard in the back making you scream
once more, your fresh squirms making her shudder “Uh uh… time for that later…
now is time for your friend to be in the spotlight”.
Powering up
her computer she returned to her bedroom and slowly pulled her makeshift
underwear down over her hips, letting go and giggling as you stayed stuck in
place, the grip of her outer lips and the stickiness of her juices keeping you
stuck to her “Aww you want to stay? Too bad… maybe later” gripping you by the
arms she pulls you away from her until your body pops free, dangling in her
hand gasping. Laughing at you she says “Ok so, I be back soon, for now you stay
here and be good boy” unwrapping your limbs from the ropes and dropping you
roughly onto the bed, crouching down she reaches under the bed and pulls out a
small cage, the kind made to keep hamsters. Bringing it up to the bed next to
you she opens the gate, grabbing you and shoving you in before locking it once
more, grinning at you she stands “Now no perving while I get changed”.
Wednesday
afternoon – Your perspective
Watching
Patty untie her sarong and unclip her bikini top, dropping both to the floor as
she walks to her cupboard you’re struck by how incredibly in shape she is, the
sporty lifestyle shown off by her tight and sinewed muscular limbs, her rear
end toned to perfection, wobbling slightly as she walks. At your normal size
you would think that was incredibly sexy, however at your current stature she
was more an apex predator prepared to snuff you out in a moment for her own
pleasure. Gulping at the thought of what she had planned for you, you could
only hope Leah would come home and put two and two together fast enough.
Reaching
her cupboard patty bends over, showcasing her toned behind for you and pulls
out a cardboard box, opening the lid she pulls out a matching set of leather
panties and bra connected with various straps and buckles to form an intricate
pattern which she dons, the tight leather moulding across her skin. Squatting
infront of the box she reached in again and rolled arm length fishnet gloves
over her hands up to her forearms, under any other circumstances you would be
incredibly turned on, but given your current predicament you feel instead a
sense of foreboding. Once more reaching in she fishes out one final item which
she pulls over her face before standing and turning to face you, making you
gasp. Walking towards you she stands over you and glares at you through the eye
holes of an ornate cat mask that covers her upper face, mainly black but with
gold and silver intricate details your mind goes into pure panic realising
you’ve seen her before online. Without saying a word she turns and steps from
the room, closing the door behind you.
“Holy shit”
you gasp “it’s her…” realising that some of the material you had previously
found online you convinced yourself was CGI, were infact real people being
tortured, mutilated and killed by her.
Looking
around you see evidence of previous occupants, things such as scratches on the
plastic lower walls to mark days past, to small pools of dried blood. Realising
how exhausted you are you step to a small rag in the corner and lie down on it,
falling into a deep troubled sleep, powerless to help Dave.
Wednesday
afternoon – Patty’s perspective
Returning
to her second room Patty saw her computer was live, and that her new toy was
awake and wriggling on the desk against his bindings “Oh goody, purrrrr-fect
timing” Patty giggled to herself.
Standing
over Dave she reached down and gripped him around the waist, lifting him from
infront of her crotch slowly upwards until her was in line with her eyes.
Dave’s eyes met hers and he froze, looking her up and down clearly torn in two
minds about whether to be turned on or terrified.
Unwrapping
his bindings “Like what you see bug?” she whispered “I know I might come across
as scary, but I promise I don’t bite” she paused as she tilted her head and bit
the inside of her cheek “well… only if my fans want me to, I guess” smiling
cruelly at him.
“Listen ya
crazy bint” Dave began making her giggle “we are guests of ye friend, ya cannae
do this!” he pleaded with her
“Aww… the
lies just don’t stop with you lot huh?” hearing a beep come from her computer
with a 3-minute timer pop up in large font across her screen “Oh it’s nearly show
time!”
Stepping
forwards she grabbed what looked like a small crucifix and laid it down on the
desk prompting panicked squirms from Dave “Shhhhh” she shushed him “is ok, no
nails” placing his body on it and quickly wrapping his limbs up with bindings,
leaving him in a cross shape with arms outstretched and legs together. Opening
a draw she pulled out a few items he couldn’t see, giggling at how much people
got a kick out of the outfits. The first one she brought up was a pair of fake
mouse ears made of sugar paper and attached to a red jelly string which she put
on his head and tied around his chin and around his neck to secure. Second was
the fake tail, this was a thick black liquorice sting which she wrapped around
his hips and through his legs before tying it on to keep it stuck there. Smiling
she picked up her captured mouse and placed the crucifix into a holder on the
side of her desk to her right, facing her screen upright with a camera on the
same side. Checking the feeds on her screen she was happy to note all cameras
across the room and under the desk were active with 30 seconds to spare.
Navigating
her mouse to one of the small feeds she double clicked it which blew it up
across the centre of the screen, revealing the view to be the one from the
camera on her desk “Ohhh you look good there” she smiled at Dave who was now
wordless looking up at himself on her screen.
“Listen,
please don’t…” he started
Sighing she
reached into a drawer and pulled out a small elastic ring with a tiny ball on
it, deftly pulling it over his head she let go and it snapped around his head,
the ball forcing into his mouth and silencing him “I need you to shut up erro”
she growled as she leant closer to him “My fans don’t want to hear you talk…
only scream” sitting back leaving him shaking in fear “They pay $1 each to log
in to my live shows, then pay more to vote on… things”.
Watching
the countdown hit ‘3… 2… 1…’ Patty threw a big smile across her face as she sat
back with her arms on the arm rests of her chair, watching the feed go live and
the numbers of viewers increase from the 1, to 100, slowing down for a moment
before jumping up again to 1,000. Eventually settling just over 4,000 viewers
she smiled inwards ‘the tease images from my yoga video must have worked,
that’s 4 grand already!’
Sitting
upright with her arms still on the chair she softly started “Olá meus amigos…
hello friends, welcome back to Playing with Shrinkies, I am as always your host
– Ms. Cortez” raising her right hand and wriggling her fishnet glad fingers at
the camera “and this is…” looking down at Dave with a mock confused expression
“… erm… well does it matter? They don’t deserve names, do they?” she asked her
fans as her finger lowered and she began stroking her prey’s side. Almost
instantly the comments began rolling in:
-
‘Haha,
look he’s almost crying!’
-
‘Poor
little mouse doesn’t know what’s coming’
-
‘Hey
been a while since I’ve been on! Excited for this!’
-
‘Why
don’t you ever keep some alive longer? Like make a pet out of them??’
-
‘We
love you Ms. Cortez! Fuck him up!’
Patty was
grinning and holding her heart as she read the comments, glancing at the screen
to see the tiny man’s face turn white as his eyes widened in horror.
Raising her
hand she said to her fans “Ok, Ok, Ok… you’re making me blush! Please don’t
make my ego grow, I won’t fit through doorway!” giggling “So I guess the
question is… what do we do with this… pest” she spat. Once again the comments
rolled in:
-
‘I
missed the one where you tied his four limbs to each of yours and you spread yourself
out slowly until you pulled his body apart! Can you do that again?’
-
‘You’re
a cat Ms. Cortez! Stalk him like a hungry cat and eat him’
-
‘The
one with scissors and a lighter was funny!’
-
‘Play
with him between your feet and crush him!’
-
‘I
love your outfit, can you wedge him between your cheeks and smother him? Or
just burst him like a grape!’
-
‘Bring
your toys out, maybe the dildo that has the straps? See if he can survive being
inside the pussy’s pussy ;)’
Placing her
left elbow on the table and resting her chin in her palm Patty quietly absorbed
the requests, knowing for the poll to work she had to limit it to 3 or 4, maybe
5 maximum. Seeing many requests repeat she decided on the ones she would go
for, pulling her keyboard forwards and setting up the poll “Ms. Cortes hear
your requests… and I have decided…” hitting the enter key and popping the poll
up in the corner of the screen:
1) Stalk the mouse and eat him (slow or
fast? Dealers choice!)
2) Play with him between my feet until
he crushes
3) Smother or crush under my butt…
whichever comes first ;)
4) Rape him until he breaks
5) Let him live
“Now
remember, I’ll give you five minutes to decide, and of course as usual I will
adhere to the rules we have agree on – he no die before he cum” setting a timer
on the screen. Whilst the numbers for polls started rising and falling as her
fans started voting, she glanced once more at the tiny man who looked to be
close to shock. Smiling she decided to give her fans some motivation to see her
in action, just encase there were more newbies to her channel. Stretching her
arms upwards and yawning, she pulled her hands behind her head and pushed her
chest up, causing the leather to creak. Standing up slowly she pushed the chair
off to the side and began her warm-up which involved sensual stretches, acting
like a cat and prowling around, standing on her tip toes and gingerly pacing
around the room, all designed to heat up her crowd and bring in more money.
Midway through doing her wall supported shoulder stand, she noticed the timer
about to expire, quickly pushing herself off and landing on her feet, standing
and spinning immediately in an impressive display of her control. Stepping
towards the screen she placed her hands on the desk and squatted, counting down
for her fans “5… 4… 3… 2… 1… and DONE!” she shouted.
Looking
closely at the screen a cruel smile crept across her face as she looked over at
the tiny man who was visibly shaking, reaching out and stroking him she suppressed
a giggle “Purrrrr… look’s like my fans have spoken” grabbing her prey’s
restraint by the base she slowly dragged it over until it was right infront of
her face, leaving him looking straight into the camera with her behind him.
NOTE: I
couldn’t decide which to go with, so I have elected to go with three outcomes.
One will be a mixture of two options, and the others will be the other options
– Enjoy!
Chapter 18 V1 – Fan choice 1 & 2 by Mamamoo
Chapter 18 V1 – Fan choice 1 & 2
Looking at
her screen Patty was genuinely surprised for the first time in a while, seeing
an actual even split in results
1) Stalk the mouse and eat him (slow or
fast? Dealers choice!) – $1,296
2) Play with him between my feet until
he crushes – $1,296
3) Smother or crush under my butt…
whichever comes first ;) – $967
4) Rape him until he breaks – $1,078
5) Let him live – $0
“Wow guys!
An even tie! That a first for me” Patty leant back a bit and scratched her chin
“I guess you have spoken though!” she giggled. Leaning forwards slowly she
tilted her head to the tiny man’s left side and approached him slowly from
behind “Purrr… I wonder how you taste” leaning forwards she extended her tongue
and touched it to his left leg making him flinch and try to scream, his
attempts muffled by the gag. Slowly she dragged her rough tongue up his thigh
to his hip, passing the sweet makeshift tail, rolling up his stomach to his
chest, stopping under his arm and retracting. Pulling back she purred again
“You taste like fear, it’s so sweet… the real flavour is within though, maybe
we find out about that later” pulling her head slowly back and tilting to his
right, leaning in again “or maybe I’ll catch you between my feet, push you
around, grind you, pinch and bend you, maybe make you crunch between them and
use you as moisturiser…” waiting for him to start shaking before – SNAP –
snapping her teeth together and making him flinch.
Standing
straight and addressing her fans she continued “Either way… I need to get some
toys” standing up she sauntered to the cupboard and grabbed numerous items that
were infact a mix of kid and hamster toys, scattering these across the floor
creating a landscape of obstacles, tunnels, and hiding places before returning
to the desk.
Towering
over her prey, Patty looked down at him and felt the spark of excitement really
begin to well up within her, biting her lip and considering how to get started.
Placing her elbows onto the desk she bent over her prey and looked down as he
craned his neck upwards to make eye contact with her. Staring into eachother’s
eyes for a moment, Patty broke contact and looked up to the camera “Hmm… I’m
not sure where we start, although I have installed a new camera I think you
would all really enjoy” smiling at the camera as she pulled the chair back into
place and softly dropped into it. Reaching forwards she pulled his gag out,
unwrapped her toy’s arms from the crucifix leaving him wobbling in place,
before loosening the leg bindings until he fell forwards into a pile on her
desk.
Pushing the
crucifix aside she loomed over him as he turned to his back and looked up at
her, her voice booming down “Before we start real play, I have some fun”
reaching down her right hand plucked him up and lowered him close to the floor
before flinging him forwards beneath the desk. Hearing his body thud into the
ground, Patty quickly grabbed the mouse and clicked on another feed, bringing
up the view of a second camera below the desk attached to the wall. From this
view she could see the tiny man rolling on the floor in pain, and her own feet
in the background, giving her cute pink painted toes a wriggle to excite her
fans.
“Ok my
friends, how do you like the new camera view?” Patty asked as she watched her
own right foot snake forwards and grip the mouse by his leg, dragging him
closer to her as his arms flailed to try and free himself. As he was brought
closer she raised her left foot and brought it forwards, dropping it gently on
his body, the ball of her foot meeting his shins as her toes laid across his
upper chest. She started wriggling her toes up and down as his hands tried
pushing them away, giggling a bit at his pathetic display. Without warning she
raised the foot and shot it forwards before dropping again, his entire body now
encased below her arch. She began rubbing her foot left and right across the
floor able to hear his screams come clearly through the camera, knowing her fans
could see these two feeds, she began putting on a show up above as well as
below. As she switched feet and began grabbing him with her right toes, lifting
him, squeezing him, dropping, and repeating, she began breathing deeply and
writhing her upper body, rubbing her hands up and down her neck and sides
“Purrrr… he feels so good… I want to just snap his body now, but I won’t… not
yet”.
Grasping
his legs between the toes of her right foot she grabbed his arms with her left
and lifted him into the air and brought him closer to the camera, once her feet
and his body filled the feed she rested her heels together and began pulling
him slowly apart with her toes, causing him to scream as his limbs threatened
to pop from his joints. Releasing the tension she then began rolling her feet
in opposing directions, bending his spine to its limit before releasing his
legs and holding him suspended by his arms in her left foot. Bringing him to
the floor she released him, watching him fall into a heap, sobbing. Placing her
left toe on his head she ground gently, speaking down to him “Don’t give up yet
bug… we have more to do!” looking into her desk camera “I think it’s time I let
the mouse try and escape!”
Nudging him
with her toe once more “Oi mousey! You have one minute to hide, the rules are
if you survive 20 minutes you go free too, did I tell you that?” looking into
her desk camera she winked and shook her head “Ok here I go!” closing her eyes
“60… 59… 58…”
“3… 2… 1…
Here I come” she stood and rolled her chair out of the way, clicking a button
on her laptop which allowed her fans to view any one of the dozen cameras
positioned around the room at their will.
Turning and
looking around the room “Hmm… look’s like I’m on the hunt” she purred as she
squatted low to the ground, leaning forwards and falling onto her hands and
knees “Purrr…” sniff sniff “I can smell you, little mousey, why not come out
and let me play some more?” feeling herself turning wet at her own display of
power as she began prowling the room of obstacles.
Working her
way around the outside of the room, Patty could only imagine the fear her prey
felt knowing what the thousands of people had voted on was soon to be his
demise. Smiling to herself she lowered her face to the floor and began looking
through the tunnels and hollow blocks she had placed haphazardly around the
room. Thinking she saw movement to her right she pounced, knocking several
items out of the way as she slammed her hand down on top of a long, thin, green
tube “Purr… are you in here mousey mousey?” she asked as she lowered her head
to look down the tube length and seeing… nothing “Hmpf” she let go of the tube
and propped herself up on her knees and crossed her arms in a mock tantrum “I
thought I saw him” looking around the room once more she spotted something else
across the room that made her smile. A small hollow block near the bedroom door
had something long and black hanging out of it… ‘looks like the liquorice tail’
she thought, looking at the closest camera and winking to her fans. Dropping
once more to all fours she slowly worked her way across the room in silence,
avoiding the obstacles in her path and controlling her excited breathing,
wanting to catch her toy completely unaware.
Circling
around to the side of the block without an opening, she deftly moved one limb
at a time until she was hovering over it, ready to pounce. Taking a deep
breathe she simultaneously grabbed the tail and dropped her face down by her
hand to look inside the block, shouting “GOTCHA!” expecting to see the terrified
face of her toy she instead found just the tail. Pulling it out she looked at
the end that had been inside the block, seeing it had been chewed through ‘huh…
clever this one is’ she thought looking around for other signs. Looking towards
her computer screen she could see the comments rolling in, her fans likely
telling her where he was given they would have seen him moving, looking towards
the closest camera she tutted and waved her finger “Thank you, but no cheating…
I have to find this little mouse myself” looking around and wondering where to
start.
Deciding on
a more aggressive approach she shouted into the room “Ok little mousey… come
out and I’ll make your wildest dreams come true before you die, make me find
you and it will be your worst nightmare…” hoping to see him come stumbling out
from some hiding place.
After
waiting a minute she continued “…I guess nightmare it is” as she began crawling
around the room still holding the black liquorice tail in her grip, dropping
her head down to inspect every opening on every toy, being sure to roll them
around to dislodge him if he had managed to remain hidden. Having made her way
around the room she was finally rewarded as she grabbed a short black tube, and
as she rolled it her prey launched himself from the other end, making a beeline
straight for the door a couple of meters away. Giggling to herself she knew the
sprint for him would take a minute whereas she could cross that distance in a
couple of seconds. Deciding to toy with him she began prowling after him,
slamming her hands down each side of him as he weaved towards the door acting
as if he was too fast for her “Purr, almost… ah so close!... fast little mouse
aren’t you… come here!” allowing him to reach the door. Watching him throw
himself onto his stomach and try to wriggle under the gap she giggled, spinning
around and sitting down facing him, stretching her legs out until her feet
touched either side of the door frame, trapping him between the door and herself.
Watching
him struggle for a few minutes to get under the tight gap Patty sighed “There
no point… I made sure the gap too small” hearing her voice behind him only
serving to increase his frantic struggles. Laughing loudly at the tiny naked
butt with some black liquorice still tired around it trying to wriggle to
freedom, Patty wiped a tear from her eye and signed once more “Ok, ok… fun time
is over” reaching towards him with her right foot she grasped his legs between
her big and second toes and pulled him slowly towards her. As his upper body
emerged he started desperately grabbing at the carpet and trying to pull
himself forwards towards the door “Oh come on, don’t be pathetic, take it like
a man” as she brought her left foot over and dropped her big toe into the
middle of his back, pinning him to the floor as she released her toe hold on
his legs. Reaching down with her left hand she grabbed him by the leg and
pulled him closer as she pushed bent her knees outwards and pushed her soles
together, releasing him between her thighs leaving him trapped on all sides.
Leaning forwards so her face was above him “Roll over – now!” she snapped
causing him to flinch before slowly rolling onto his back looking up into her
green piercing eyes behind the ornate cate mask covering the upper half of her
face.
Not saying
a word she slowly pulled the liquorice tail taught between her hands and
brought it to her face, opening her mouth she bit down on the middle and pulled
the ends apart until they snapped, placing the remains in her mouth she slowly
chewed with her mouth open. Making sure to keep a neutral expression during her
taunt “Now… that might be you soon… how that make you feel?” making him shudder
in fear “you know what… I give you one last chance to escape” she smiled coldly
at him “I give 20 seconds… 20… 19… 18…” rolling her shoulders and moving her
body slightly, she pulled her feet apart about an inch, giving her prey one
last glimmer of hope.
Watching
his head snap left and right, she grinned as she saw him note the gap she had
made and start running towards it, reaching her heels as she reached 12 seconds
he turned sideways and started shimmying through the canyons of leathery skin.
Trying not to giggle she increased her counting “5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1!” and
slammed her feet together just as he was between the balls, trapping him
instantly. Leaning forwards she giggled at him “Idiota… never learn” as she
started rubbing her feet against eachother, rolling his tiny body between her
soles, flexing and scrunching her toes to really grind his body into her. She
relished the sounds of him screaming “Yeh… that it, squeak for me little mouse,
squeak!” chuckling at his helplessness. Stopping after a minute she pinned him
between the arch of her right foot and the ball of her left, leaving his chest
plastered into the arch. Gently releasing her left foot she raised it before
smashing it into him once more, the ball of her foot enveloping the top half of
his body and forcing his face down into her wrinkled arch, cutting off his
ability to breathe. Watching his limbs thrash she started breathing deeply,
arching her back and rubbing her thighs with her hands, glancing at the nearby
camera and winking. Realising the thrashing was beginning to slow she pulled
her left foot away, leaving the tiny man stuck to her right arch, pulling his
head back and gasping for air. Not giving him any reprieve the flicked her
right foot hitting him in the face and causing him to fall onto his back,
rolling her right foot she pinned him below her toes from his feet to his
thighs before bringing her left foot down and lowering the arch over his
horrified face and chest, leaving just his midsection free.
To her
surprise he was sporting a raging hard on which was waving in the air as his
hips wriggled, trying desperately to free himself from beneath her soles.
Looking at the camera she spoke to her fans “I know you see this… can you
believe it? His life in my hands and the tiny mouse is horny!” she threw her
head back and laughed before looking at him once more. “Well… let’s not say I don’t
do something nice for you!” lifting her right foot gently, being sure not to
let his legs free she brought her toes further up until her big toe pushed into
his shaft causing him to pause for a moment. Smiling she continued her movement
until the member popped up between her big and second toes, leaning forwards
she spoke to him once more “Little mouse want a toe job?” licking her lips
“Your last wish…” puckering her lips she pooled saliva and let it drip slowly from
her mouth, leaning further forwards until she was over his trapped body
demonstrating to her fans her dexterity and flexibility. Happy her aim was true
she spat gently causing the saliva string to fall and land between her toes,
straight onto his strained member. Instantly clamping her digits together and
gripping his member hard, she giggled as she heard a muffled yelp from below
her left sole. Sitting back and placing her hands on the floor behind her to
support herself she began lifting and lowering the grasping digits, jerking him
off gently, gripping at the base and releasing as they rose to the tip.
Continuing to pump him she spoke softly “It’s funny you know…” gripping the tip
of his shaft gently before continuing her smooth motions “you like this… even
though you friend died between those same toes not too long ago” feeling him
pause for a moment she gripped and pumped harder to bring him back to attention
“Where you penis is now, I literally crushed his head like a grape… maybe I do
again?” pausing her toes mid-way up his member she began squeezing them
together, compressing his shaft painfully causing him to yell out. Smiling
coldly she gripped his shaft hard and began lifting her right foot pulling him
up by his cock which elicited pained screams “Oh yeh… this is like Déjà vu for
me” pausing with his midsection about an inch off the ground, upper body
trapped and his legs flapping beneath her toes “I just squeezed hard and his
head went crunch” squeezing her toes tighter “just… like… that…” suddenly
splaying her toes she allowed his body to fall back to the ground. Chuckling to
herself “Wow you probably scared huh?” lowering her right foot once more she
this time pointed her toes downwards and dropped her big toe onto his shaft,
pushing it into his stomach “Lucky for you I don’t find that as much fun… but…”
she pushed down with her toe and began grinding it “… maybe I still want you to
break?” grinning as he continued screaming below her. Looking at the camera “I
think my fans maybe want that, yes?” releasing the pressure of her right foot
she also pulled her left away from him, revealing his battered body, chest
heaving in fresh air deeply, skin bright red form the friction and covered in
sweat. Through all of this she noted, his mouse ears had stayed on, smiling she
swung her legs around behind her and rose onto her hands and knees, her head
directly above his form looking down onto him.
As he attempted to sit up she slammed her right hand down onto his
midsection and hissed at him, the sound making him freeze in fear “Uh uh! No
move mousey” she growled as she lowered herself towards him, licking her lips
as she approached. Reaching his level she stuck her tongue out and licked his
chest “Mmmm sooo tasty… I want your head” releasing his body from below her
hand her mouth shot up and her lips landed on his face, without pause she
sucked hard causing his head to snap upright and pop between her, she kept
sucking until his shoulders and chest followed his head into her maw. Snapping
her teeth shut across his upper back and chest she sat up onto her knees and
approached the closest camera, showing her fans his flailing legs and torso
protruding from her mouth she shook her head slightly.
Her eyes
glancing up to the left and right, her tongue worked at the sweet string around
the tiny mans neck, pulling it until it loosened. When it finally popped off
she moaned deeply and parted her lips, her teeth still clamped painfully into
her victim. With the light shining into her mouth she knew the little man would
be able to see what was going on, so she used her tongue to position the string
at the back of her mouth and tilted her head back. As it fell into her throat
she gulped deeply, swallowing the string and semi-dissolved ears, knowing that
would terrify him. Raising her left hand she spat him into her palm and glared
down at him, not saying a word as her right fingers clamped around his wrists,
pulling him upwards until he was dangling infront of her face “You no cum
between my toes, no? My fault I guess, I just had the urge to squash you for a moment”.
Looking into the camera “Let’s see if the mouse is still horny” giving her fans
a wink before turning back to him and rolling her tongue out of her mouth.
Pulling him towards her she lowered her tongue and started lapping it around
his feet and legs before rising to his thighs, then around his hips, finally
settling on his midsection she began gently licking his shaft which soon sprang
back to attention. Smiling at him she puckered her lips and sucked his member
between them, using her tongue on the inside to swirl around his tip as she
sucked, the pleasure causing him to close his eyes and lean his head back.
Wanting her fans to get a good show they could get off to she released him from
her lips and pulled him away, seeing a genuinely disappointed expression sweep
across his face for a moment.
Smiling
again she spat a glob of saliva onto his crotch which made him flinch, before
raising her fishnet clad left hand up, gripping his member once again but
between her thumb and forefinger this time. Smiling at his nervous expression
she began pumping her fingers back and forth, slowly rotating them as she bit
her lip in anticipation. Seeing him once again roll his head back with his
breathing increasing she pumped him harder “Yeh that it little mouse, you did
really good… almost made it out” she whispered loud enough for the cameras to
pick it up “I think if you cum for me I maybe release you” smiling warmly at
his expression of hope. As his eyes closed and he focussed on the feelings of
pleasure shooting through him she turned to the camera, winked and shook her
head. Looking back at him she pumped harder and faster “Yeh… come on… that’s
it” seeing him begin to tense “cum in my mouth little mouse!” she commanded as
she opened her maw and stuck her tongue out down to her chin, bringing him
closer as she kept pumping. His movements freezing for a moment she knew it was
time and so she gripped him hard at the base and pumped him as fast as she
could without breaking him, after a couple of moments his entire body spasmed
and he shot his load onto her tongue. Continuing to stroke him for a moment his
body kept spasming as his member pulsed out smaller drips of his cum, not
wanting to waste it she pushed his body into her tongue and gripped his hips
with her left hand, letting go of his arms in her right. Turning to face the
camera head on she rubbed his body up and down her tongue, moaning as she
tasted his salty gift, his body continuing to spasm in the aftershocks of
pleasure.
Rubbing him
up and down a few more times to be certain he had been milked dry she pulled
him away by his hips and closed her mouth, licking her lips and rubbing her
right hand around her throat as she gulped “Hmm… thank you for that little
mouse” she smiled.
Speaking to
her for the first time since his ordeal began “N-no worries” he stuttered “So…
ya letting me go now, aye?”
A confused
expression took over her face as she tilted her head to the side and frowned
“why would I do that?” watching the look of hope on his face turn to concern.
“Be-because
ye said ya would!”
“Oh… yeh”
she slowly replied before her face sprang into a happy beam “Well I lied!” opening
her mouth wide she threw him forwards, his body making hard contact with her
tongue which she pulled quickly back into her mouth and snapped her teeth and
lips shut. Not wasting any time she began rolling him around her mouth,
swishing him around and sucking on him like a hard candy until she felt his
thrashing weaken. Parting her lips and teeth she approached the camera until
she reached the point she knew her face would fill the screen. With a wink at
the camera and keeping her mouth open she used her tongue to push his legs onto
her left molars, pausing a moment before slowly closing her jaw, her teeth
crunching into his legs and compressing them causing him to scream in pain.
After a few seconds she pulled her teeth apart revealing the tiny man and his battered
legs. Not wasting time she used her tongue to position one of his arms onto her
other molars which she also brought down, chewing on it gently from her
perspective, knowing for him it would be anything but.
As she
continued rolling him around her mouth and chewing him carefully, she began rubbing
her hands around her neck and face as she moaned loudly, his screams of pain
and fear still audible. Closing her mouth she positioned his body into the
centre of her tongue and stuck it out, displaying his battered and grazed body
to the camera, he didn’t even bother moving or trying to escape. Pulling her
tongue back into her mouth she spoke to the camera “Huh, lookth like he hath no
fight letht in him” she mumbled as his body lay on her tongue “Leth thee if we
can get thum more throm him”. Opening her mouth wide she once again pushed one
of his limbs onto her molars, but this time rather than slowly closing her jaw
she snapped it shut instantly crushing whatever unfortunate limb lay there.
Tasting the salty fluid splash across her mouth she began giggling as she
opened her jaw once more, showing his screaming body to the camera. Grinning
massively she began rolling her tongue around and chewing randomly, catching
parts of his body between her teeth and obliterating them one by one.
Eventually
the screams subsided and she stuck her tongue out, showing the tiny man with
his crushed limbs and his back twisted slightly awkwardly. To her surprise he
was still groaning slightly, his body clearly having gone into shock. Pulling
him back in to her mouth she lowered herself a bit and tilted her head back, letting
the camera watch him slide down her tongue to her waiting throat. As he hit the
back of her mouth she managed to keep her mouth open and let out one more deep
moan before lowering her tongue and dropping him to her throat, her reflex
kicking in and swallowing him (mostly) whole. Standing up she returned to her
desk and sat on her chair, opening her mouth and letting her fans see the empty
space “Thank you all, I hope you enjoy. See you next week” she gave a cute wave
and hit the button to end the stream. Sitting back into her chair “Damn the
ones that think they safe put up such a good fight!”.
Chapter 18 V2 – Fan choice 3 by Mamamoo
Chapter 18 V2 – Fan choice 3
Looking at
her screen, Patty was kind of excited to see the results given it was something
she hadn’t enjoyed in a while
1) Stalk the mouse and eat him (slow or
fast? Dealers choice!) – $739
2) Play with him between my feet until
he crushes – $979
3) Smother or crush under my butt…
whichever comes first ;) –$1,673
4) Rape him until he breaks – $1,246
5) Let him live – $0
Standing to
her full height she slowly turned and presented her muscular rear to the
camera, the view only interrupted by the tiny man stuck in place. Giving her
fans a small preview, she arched her back and bent forwards, keeping her legs
straight and together, causing the mass of flesh to push against the leather
causing it to groan and strain.
Bringing
her hands to her lower back she slowly stood again before addressing her fans
“For this I need to get some to set the space up” sauntering to the cupboard
she pulled out between both her arms a large bundle of fluffy fabric. Stepping
back to the centre of the room she threw the item down and unwrapped it, revealing
it to be an oversized pet bed almost two meters in diameter with a thick fluffy
round base and fluffy walls about a foot high all the way around.
Returning
to the desk Patty reached forwards and pulled her little toy’s gag out and over
his head, dropping her hands she unwrapped his arms from the crucifix leaving
him wobbling in place, before loosening the leg bindings until he fell forwards
into a pile on her desk. Pushing the crucifix stand away she turned and sat
back onto the edge of the desk, her toned arse clad in tight leather rolling
partway towards his prostrate body, the tension causing the material to creak
loudly. Looking over her shoulder Patty rolled herself backwards until her
toned left cheek rolled onto his leg, the pressure causing him to yell out in
pain. Pausing here she giggled “Oops! Wouldn’t want to make this too fast and
spoil all the fun now would we?” returning to her full height she stood and
deftly spun on her heel, bending forwards and slamming her palms down either
side of the tiny man. Grinning down at him she looked up to her screen and
clicked a button with her mouse which activated the array of cameras, allowing
her fans to view whichever one they wanted.
Standing
once more she roughly grabbed her victim from the table and carried him towards
the oversized pet bed, bending slightly before dropping him into the centre.
Watching him roll over and slowly stand up she began pacing around the
perimeter of the bed on her tip-toes “Purr… little mousey in my bed?” she
pouted at him “that’s not safe place for you to hide, you know”. Continuing to
circle around the bed “you see, I used to keep a pet mouse like you when I was
younger” stepping inside the bed and continuing to circle around, her bare feet
sinking softly into the bedding. Watching the tiny man turn on the spot to
watch her she dropped gently to her hands and knees and began prowling around
him “We used to play a lot, he was fun, he would run around my arms and
shoulders, it tickled!” stopping she turned to face him, smiling as he began
backing away from her. Sitting back upright with her knees on the floor she
slowly moved her legs away from her body and spread her thighs open, dropping
her leather clad rear onto the soft surface. Staring at the tiny man until his
back reached the wall around the bed she continued “But one day he tried to run
away from me” she pouted in mock sadness “I got so angry, I grabbed him up and
squeezed him until he hurt, then put him in my back pocket to take back to his
cage, but got distracted”. Leaning forwards onto her hands she concluded “You
see, I saw the TV with my favourite show on, so I went and sat down. I felt him
break, it felt sooooo good” she closed her eyes and smiled at the memory “It
wasn’t fast either, he was wriggling around as the pressure increased,
eventually his arms and legs broke, then his body started cracking, I started
grinding him and he turned to mush – I loved it”.
Lowering
her elbows to the floor she brought her face low as she rose her bum into the
air, like a cat preparing to strike “And now… I have a new mouse to try it with
again” smiling cruelly at him, enjoying his panicked reaction as he looked
around for an escape, finding none. Stretching her left hand forwards she
slowly walked her fingers towards him, using her second and third fingers like
legs, being sure to slowly move them to build the suspense for her fans.
Eventually her hand reached him and she used the second finger to gently rub
the side of his face before tracing down his chest and abs, reaching his crotch
she slid her nail under his flaccid shaft and started rubbing gently bringing
it to life. Smiling at his involuntary reaction “Wow… not bad size for small
mouse, huh”. Retracting her hand she pushed her upper body and head forwards
quickly closing the distance, causing him to yelp and flinch as her face
stopped mere inches infront of him “I want you to worship my ass… I want you to
cum for it, you understand?”. Smiling warmly she began sucking her cheeks to
pool her saliva, depositing it on the tip of her tongue. After a moment she
parted her lips and rolled her tongue out, bringing the saliva coated tip
towards the tiny man who paused, uncertain what to do. Getting frustrated with
how long he was taking she frowned and grunted as she looked at the puddle of
spit and winked back at him, watching the gears in his head click into place as
he understood her command. Stepping forwards slightly he dropped his hands and
forearms into the puddle on her tongue, submerging them in the viscous fluid.
Raising them back up he then applied her saliva across his crotch area,
understanding that doing what she wanted was the only way he might survive.
Grinning at
his compliance she gripped his left leg between her thumb and forefinger and
pulled it sharply causing him to fall over, she crawled backwards dragging him
across the soft fluffy surface until he was in the centre of the bed. Here she
released him and quickly spun around on her knees, hovering her toned bum in
the air above him for a moment before spreading her thighs apart and bringing
herself down onto him. Feeling the soft bedding grazing her cheeks she
positioned herself so that his tiny body was directly between her cheeks, the
leather part of her thong gently running the length of his body. Closing her
eyes and enjoying the feeling of him struggling she began slowly gyrating her
hips, feeling his body struggle against the material. Looking into the camera
infront of her she winked at her fans as she pushed her legs apart to spread
her thighs, dropping her full weight onto her butt which sank into the soft
surface, burying her victim. Addressing her fans she asked “Now, do I stay here
and let him suffocate slowly, or do you want to see something more… violent, I
wonder?” placing her finger on her chin and looking deep in thought for a
moment before beaming again “Duh… I know you guys, you don’t want this to be
easy, plus he has to worship me, he must cum…”. Raising herself from the
bedding she looked down between her legs and saw the tiny man gasping for
breath, his eyes closed as his chest heaved. Slowly standing to her full height
she plucked at the black leather clips connecting her thong to her bra and
undid them one by one, the loud cracking sound causing the tiny man to jolt
back to the present and gasp as he looked up at her towering form. Patty
grinned down at him “Like what you see? I hope my little lap dance wasn’t too
much for you to handle?” pausing for a moment before continuing “because that
was nothing, you wait and see”. Her words clearly caused him to panic as he
attempted to sit up “Uh-uh!” she barked at him causing him to freeze in a half
elevated position “you try to move, or do anything I don’t command and I will
squash you… understood?” smiling as he nodded in fear, dropping himself back
into a laying down position.
Seeing his
semi-erect shaft was still covered in her saliva she had an idea “Ok mouse… you
like my butt yes, I can tell” winking at him “well I want you to rub yourself,
worship it… if you do good then I might keep you as a toy”. Patty forced
herself to maintain a blank face as she saw the hope light up in his eyes
‘stupid bugs, as if!’ she thought to herself already knowing how she was going
to end his life. She smiled softly as he grasped himself and began stroking,
his member instantly turning hard. Addressing him once more “That’s a good
mouse, see… do what I say and you have fun, now how about I give you something
to enjoy”. Patty began running her hands up and down her body and hips, gyrating
her body in a sensual way, gripping the leather waist bands she gently pulled
them down, rolling the leather over her tanned skin until they dropped down her
legs, landing on the tiny man below her.
Giggling,
she stepped out of the thong and pinched part of it with her toes, lifting it
from him before flicking her ankle and casting it aside, happy to see he hadn’t
stopped stroking himself “Good mouse” squatting lower over him, knowing the
sight of her toned thighs and glutes would turn him on more. Falling gently to
her knees she once again spread her legs and thighs, bringing her toned cheeks
down towards her toy, this time careful to not land on him. Feeling the soft
bedding touch her cheeks she knew she had once again positioned herself
perfectly, with the tiny man directly between them. Bending forwards she craned
her neck down to make eye contact with him, seeing he was still stroking
himself with his right hand, his left reaching out and caressing the cheeks
around him, his touch sending tingles through her. Resisting the urge to slam
her weight down and crush him she instead edged him on “Yeh little mouse that
feels nice… let me help you now” as she started gently rocking her hips left
and right, her soft cheeks gently grazing his body, stroking the tip of his
shaft and sending him into overdrive.
Continuing
her gentle lap dance she whispered to him “Don’t cum yet… I have something
special for you, want to see?” his head nodding, desperate to cum “ok…hold on”
she grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart exposing the chasm between them,
centring herself she lowered once more and kept going until she felt his body
against the base of her butt cheeks, right up against her. Now reversing and pushing
her cheeks together she used her toned cheeks to grip his body, softly enough
as to not break him but hard enough to hold him. Tensing her glutes slightly
she straightened up then leant forwards to lie on her front, releasing the
tension in her glutes and relaxing her cheeks she felt the tiny man sit up as
he was released from their grip and climb out of the chasm onto her left cheek.
Speaking over her shoulder at him “Yes… now I want you to worship me, rub
yourself and cum on my ass” as she started tensing and squeezing her cheeks
together as she waved her legs lazily back and forth in the air, giving him a
sexy show.
Already
turned on by the sight before him, he wasted no time in grabbing himself by the
shaft and pumping, marvelling at the site of her toned muscles below the soft,
tanned skin tensing and releasing at her whim.
Looking
over her shoulder Patty couldn’t help smile at the pathetic bug, pumping himself
as he ogled her form. Seeing him begin to tense up she knew it was almost time,
waiting for her perfect moment. After another minute the tiny man finally blew
his load across her cheek and into her crack, falling forwards and placing one
hand on the cheek he was kneeling on to stabilise himself, still pumping and
enjoying the feeling.
Looking
away from him, she gazed into the camera infront of her and gave it a wink
before bouncing her butt off of the ground a few times, dislodging the tiny man
and sending him rolling once more between her cheeks. Wasting no time she
tensed once again, grabbing his body between the unyielding cheeks as she pushed
herself from the floor, kneeling upright feeling the tiny man squirming in her arse.
Turning slowly she presented her rear end to the camera and shuffled backward
to get closer, addressing her fans “He came… now he die” she spoke
matter-of-factly. Gripping one cheek in each hand she massaged the globes
together, feeling his movements become frantic, seeking escape that was now
impossible.
Increasing
the pressure she felt a small crack and a heard a muffled scream, smiling to
herself she increased the pressure of her massage and began engaging her
glutes. Feeling the pressure increase on his tiny body eventually his movements
ceased as he was completely encased in the unyielding tomb. Looking over her
shoulder she winked at her fans and gave her butt one good tense, feeling tiny
cracks and pops until finally loud crunch.
Pulling her cheeks apart she showed his remains to the camera before standing and
allowing them to fall to the soft ground surface. Returning to her desk she leant
forwards and blew a kiss to her fans “Until next time…” and cut the feed.
“Damn” she
muttered “he really popped!”
Chapter 18 V3 – Fan choice 4 by Mamamoo
Chapter 18 V3 – Fan choice 4
Looking at
her screen, Patty was happy to see her fans overwhelmingly nominate an option
that would bring her some physical enjoyment also
1) Stalk the mouse and eat him (slow or
fast? Dealers choice!) – $847
2) Play with him between my feet until
he crushes – $926
3) Smother or crush under my butt…
whichever comes first ;) – $900
4) Rape him until he breaks – $1,963
5) Let him live – $1
Standing to
her full height she slowly stepped closer to the desk until her thighs made
contact, at this point she reached her left hand forward and grabbed the base
of the crucifix and dragged it slowly towards her until his body met her
crotch. Gyrating herself against him slowly she closed her eyes and moaned “Oh
little mouse… I hope you can make me feel good, you don’t want to know what
will happen if you can’t” her right hand releasing the restraints and causing
him to fall to the desk as she stepped back. She pushed the restraint back towards
the centre of the desk, leaving her tiny prey frozen in fear.
Glancing
back at the screen again Patty did a double take “Oh come on now… who donated a
dollar to let him live?” she placed her hands on her hips and pouted “maybe you
want to take his place?” she asked rubbing the front of her panties for a
moment with her right fingers. Waiting for a moment before addressing her fans
“Either way, for this I need to get some to set the space up” sauntering to the
cupboard she pulled out between both her arms a large bundle of fluffy fabric.
Stepping back to the centre of the room she threw the item down and unwrapped
it, revealing it to be an oversized pet bed almost two meters in diameter with
a thick fluffy round base and fluffy walls about a foot high all the way
around.
Returning
to the desk she knelt, her face approaching the tiny man who hadn’t even moved
from his prone position on the corner of the desk “aww… good little mouse not
trying to run” she smiled kindly at him “could it be you want this?” rubbing
her hands across her body “I know you find me hot, I can see your excitement”
she raised her eyebrows and lowered her eyes to his crotch.
Looking
down at himself, Dave realised he was sporting a hard on. Quickly pulling the
gag away from his head he babbled “No! Well, I mean yeh… but, I…”.
“Shhhhh…”
Patty raised a finger and gently pressed it to his face to silence him “no
talking now, you’ll need to save all the air you can for what comes next” a
hungry look crossing her pretty face.
Reaching
under her desk she retrieved a small plastic box and stood, roughly grabbing
the tiny man by his hips and carrying both to the soft bed. Stepping over the
edge of the bed she unceremoniously dropped Dave, not even looking as he
crashed into the soft surface but instead turning to one of the cameras “Now
he’s in my prison, he never leave” winking at her reflection in the lens.
Opening the
box she showed the contents to the camera “Now I know what I am going to be
using here… can you guys guess?”
From his vantage
point on the floor, Dave had no idea what was in the box but could make a fair
guess. Looking frantically around for an exit he saw none, deciding to take his
chances he took off running towards the large padded wall that encircled the
oversized bed, his feet sinking into the soft surface making his progress slow.
Still
looking at the camera, Patty lowered her hand into the box, caressing several
toys “Hmm, the anal beads are fun… so is the hollow dildo… for this I want to
feel him though” gripping a large pink dildo in her fist, a series of straps
wrapped around an indent in the shaft of the toy. Closing the box she lowered
it over the edge of the bed and placed it on the floor before returning to her
full height and turning around. Looking
to where her prey had been she was surprised to see nothing, not that it took
long for her to reacquire him “Aww… little mouse got scared, but look everyone
he made it half way up the wall!”
Hearing her
voice, terror shot through Dave – having managed to climb half way up he was
sure he would manage to escape ‘no no no!’ his panicked mind thought to
himself. Not knowing what to do he did the only thing he could… kept climbing.
Stepping
closer to him Patty addressed him directly “Wow little mouse, you made it
further than I thought… maybe that’s the highest anyone has gotten before!” Lowering
herself to her hands and knees and dropping the dildo she stalked towards him,
one arm or leg at a time moving slowly until she reached him, now near the top
of the comically small obstacle. Growling with her throat she licked her lips
“Oh boy little mouse, you might just escape if you keep it up!” a cruel smile
spreading across her lips.
Sheer panic
gripping his mind and body, Dave kept reaching forwards even as he heard her
voice right behind him, prompting a further adrenaline kick that doubled his
ascent ‘only a few more pulls and I’m up!’ he thought as he approached
the top of the wall.
Watching
him silently increase his climb, Patty felt her nether regions begin to
moisten. Waiting for her toy to reach the right place was pushing her
self-control to the limit, moving her left hand to her panties she began
rubbing herself gently ‘oh god, I haven’t wanted to do this so badly for
ages!’ she thought as her breathing began to deepen with anticipation.
As the tiny
man finally reached the top of the wall and began climbing up, she allowed her
baser instincts to take over and lunged forwards, opening her mouth.
Just as
Dave was about to lift himself onto the top of the wall he felt a shadow fall
over him, looking up he screamed as he saw her wide-open maw come crashing down
towards him. Letting go of the wall in hopes he would fall, he realised he was
too slow and she was too fast. Even as he peeled away from the surface her lips
passed around his head followed by her teeth. As he was half in her mouth her
teeth snapped together hard enough to grab him and cause him to scream in pain,
but not enough to cut him in half.
Patty felt
her teeth meet their soft and squishy target – his belly and lower back, she
had to pull all of her self-control into place to stop herself snapping him in
half from pure excitement, instead exuding her excitement by letting out a
guttural growl, feeling his arms flailing against the inside of her mouth.
Sitting back on her haunches she sealed her lips around his waist, his flaccid
member hanging just outside her mouth. Using her tongue she roughly turned him
so he was lying face first on the huge muscle, and sucked him into her mouth
until she felt his cock pop past her lips. Smiling to herself she began rubbing
herself with more vigour and began sucking the trapped man.
Dave was in
hell… as he felt himself being sucked further into her mouth he couldn’t help
the motion of his shaft dragging across her soft lips causing it to spring to
attention. Crying softly he wished for it to just end, hoping she would simply
cut him in half and release him from this nightmare. Sadly for him his wish was
not granted as he felt the pressure around him increase.
Patty was
on cloud nine, she could feel the tiny man’s legs beating against her chin as
she sucked on his upper body like he was a hard candy. Feeling his cock spring
to attention she let out a soft giggle, having no intention of letting him
enjoy this process ‘I just need him stunned long enough to strap him in
properly’ she thought, her mind snapping back to the wants of her fans. Sucking
harder on him, she felt her tongue and cheeks compress around the tiny man’s
body, removing his air and stifling his movement. After a few hard sucks his
legs began to cease moving, signalling he was now likely deprived of oxygen and
close to passing out.
Turning
around she lowered her head and slowly opened her mouth, feeling the tiny body
begin to slide off her tongue until with a ‘smack’ sound, fell off and landed
on the bedding next to her favourite dildo. Looking up at the camera and
winking she got to work, her hands deftly lifting his catatonic body and
inserting him into the indent along the shaft of the bright pink toy, her
fingers wrapping around his ankles, wrists, and waist to keep him pinned in
place.
Satisfied
with her work she lifted the toy and showed it to the camera, bringing it nice
and close so her fans could see the tiny man constricted to it. Deciding she
had some time before he woke, she undressed herself fully, standing tall and
naked displaying her body for her fans, never once putting the dildo down.
Rubbing her free hand around her hips and body, teasing her fans with the tip
of the dildo touching her mouth, then drawn down to her glistening pussy.
After a few
minutes she heard the wracking cough of the tiny man, bringing the dildo up to
her face she turned it so he was upright infront of her face “Oh hello there,
glad you didn’t die from my foreplay… I thought men liked being sucked hard?”
smacking herself comically in the forehead with her free hand “oh duh… you’re
not a man! You’re a mouse!” she giggled.
Dave
struggled against the ropes that bound him but felt no give ‘Shit, I’m
stuck!’ he began to panic, looking up at her he begged “please you don’t
have to do this!
Patty’s
response chilled him to his core “No I don’t… I want to” and with those words
she brought the toy to her lips and began slowly inserting the tip between her
lips, her free hand now rubbing her clit. Pulling the toy deeper into her mouth
each time, she felt her lips pass over her prey’s feet, up his legs, and
finally to his once again throbbing penis. Pulling the toy out fully she
inspected his shaft “Oh my… still so hard!” looking past him and addressing the
camera “I be nice for him and make him cum before he do for me”.
Dave barely
had a chance to react before he found his immobilised body pressed against her
lips. She began running kisses from his legs allover his chest and face, before
finally pausing by his crotch. Looking up into her eyes Dave saw no warmth or
friendliness, just a base hunger which instilled fear into him.
Enjoying
his look of utter despair Patty struggled not to giggle and instead focused on
giving her fans a show of being merciful before finishing him off. Puckering
her lips she let her tongue roll forwards and slather up his leg, rising until
she felt his ball sack on the tip of her tongue. Using this as a guide she
pulled the toy closer to her and wrapped her lips around his entire torso. As
she began sucking him gently she lowered herself to the floor and lay on her
back, her free hand continually rubbing her clit. Closing her eyes she began
moaning deeply, feeling the sparks of pleasure begin surging from her crotch
across her entire body, continuing to slurp at her tiny toy. Opening her eyes a
crack she could see his conflicted face. He was clearly in terror, but the
sheer pleasure that was rolling throughout him was something he couldn’t fight,
his face a mix of fear and pleasure. As she continued she saw his facial
expression change suddenly as his body convulsed and he blew his seed across
her tongue which she swallowed instantly as she pulled him away from her.
As soon as
he came he opened his eyes, and watched as her face disappeared form his view,
being replaced by her chest, then her toned abs until he was face to face with
her wet lips. He thought she would make some comment for her fans, but she
didn’t bother.
Placing the
toy gently against her lips and pausing for a moment, Patty closed her eyes and
lay back, knowing she was perfectly placed for the camera to get what she
needed. With a deep breath she pulled the dildo towards her, feeling the tip
slip past her lips, not stopping until she felt the tiny man’s feet slide
through her opening. At this point she slowed down and removed her other hand
from her clit, bringing her fingers down and smearing her juices across his
body and face, marking him as hers. Returning her hand to rubbing herself she started
pumping the pink toy in and out of her, getting a little deeper every time,
bringing her waves of ecstasy as she imagined the torture the tiny man was
going through.
To start
with, it wasn’t too bad for Dave. He was terrified at the prospect of what was
about to happen, but as his lower body slipped past her lips he felt the
embrace of her warm tunnel against him and couldn’t help feeling utterly
aroused ‘holy shit this feels amazing’ he thought as the warmth washed
up and down his body. By the time he snapped out of it and noticed his body was
disappearing further and further into her, he was already being pumped in up to
his chest ‘Oh god no… what was I thinking’ he began panicking once more
and trying to pull himself free of his restraints.
Patty was
completely oblivious to the world around her, not even thinking about the
cameras or her fans, but completely lost in the moment… feeling the waves of
pleasure wash over her, knowing that her tiny prey was terrified beyond all
comprehension. With the next pump she felt the remainder of his shoulders pass
into her and hovered slightly before pushing the toy in to its root, completely
entombing him within her love passage. Holding here for a moment she felt his
scared wriggles become terrified spasms as he was smothered by her, unable to
breathe. Grinning to herself with her eyes still closed she pulled him out for
a brief reprieve before pumping him back inside. She continued pumping at a
moderate tempo ‘Oh my god… this little one feels so good’ she thought ‘almost
a shame he has to die’.
Meanwhile
Dave was struggling to breathe. Every pump inside her caused her to tense up
further, this pressure forcing more air from his lungs, reducing the breath he
could hold each time. Not knowing how much longer he could take, he started
pulling his limbs and wriggling as hard as he could, the bindings cutting into
him causing pain. Feeling his right arm free he gasped just as he was pushed
past her lips one more, catching him off guard and her fluids forcing into his
mouth. As he emerged he coughed and spat as much of her fluid out and gasped a
deep breathe before being plunged in again. Emerging again he felt his arm free
further, not thinking about what he was doing he pulled his arm over to his
left to try freeing it. Unfortunately as he grabbed the ropes his ride was once
more thrust into her, his arm catching on her lips as he entered and wrenching
his arm out of its socket, he managed to hold on until he was pulled from her
before screaming.
Feeling a
small pop come from down below and moments later hearing a small, shrill scream
Patty laughed to herself ‘ah well… guess he’s broken now’, the thought
of the tiny man beginning to break turned her desire into overdrive ‘fuck
him… I want him to break completely’. Pumping harder and harder she
imagined what he was going through.
Dave was in
agony. His arm was completely limp and being thrashed around by her body,
threatening to pull it off completely. To make matters worse he felt the
remainder of his restraints begin to loosen as he was continuously pounded into
her. Unable to do anything other than time his agonised breaths, he felt her
walls begin to quiver as he was pumped in and out. After however many more
thrusts of the dildo, the remaining restraints released, and as she retracted
the toy he was left enveloped on all sides by her canal walls, strangely soft
now compared to the recent crushing pressure.
His
reprieve didn’t last long as he felt the dildo re-enter her, panic coursing
through him as he tried to think ‘wait, what happens to me now!?’. Barely
a moment later the rounded tip of the dildo crashed into him and forced his
body deep within her, as far in as he could go until he slammed into something
and was pinned between the two surfaces.
Feeling a
sensation reach even deeper inside of her and hit her G-spot, Patty
subconsciously increased the tempo of her pumping she began gasping as she felt
her body reaching its climax, her toes curling up as her limbs began to twitch.
Feeling herself getting closer and closer she pulled her knees up and pushed
her feet into the padded floor, pushing her bum and pelvis up slightly. Ramming
the toy deep within her she felt her body completely go into euphoria as she
orgasmed, screaming out as her body crashed down onto the floor, feeling her
vaginal muscles contract around the toy and her prey, smothering both with a
vice-like pressure. Continuing to pump deep and hard she kept moaning loudly,
her mind completely overtaken by the feeling surging around her entire being.
Laying on
the floor gasping, covered in sweat, she slowly retracted the toy from within
her and brought it up to her face to inspect what was left of the tiny man.
Hoping she would have time to cruelly mock him before he expired.
As she
cracked open her eyes she was surprised to see the tiny man missing, just his
restraints remained, plastered to the toy by her juices. Sitting up slowly she
looked towards the camera “wow… that was amazing, but uh…” turning the toy to
show her fans “I think he liked it enough to stay in me!”. Slowly standing on
her post-orgasm wobbly legs, she slowly stepped over the wall of the bed and
approached the camera on the desk. Standing so that her crotch was directly
infront of the camera, she pulled her lips apart with her left fingers and
gently probed her folds with her right, fishing around for the tiny man ‘Jeez…
where is the little guy?’ she thought to herself as she manoeuvred her
digits around, eventually feeling a limb. Gripping gently she pulled him from
her until the limb emerged from her. Looking down she saw it was an arm,
hanging limp. Closing her eyes she began tensing and releasing her vaginal
muscles gently, working his body out of her, knowing her fans loved when she
did that. As his body slowly emerged gravity took over and once his hips past
her lips the rest slurped out and he fell to the floor with a small wet
‘sploch’.
Looking
into a head height camera she winked at her fans “Well thanks guys… check in
next week for more fun, until next time…” hitting the button to kill the feed.
Collapsing
into her chair she gasped in some deep breaths and thought back on what had
just happened ‘Damn he was so good. I wonder if the other one is going to be
as fun? He looks hot… maybe I keep him… or maybe something special to get a
money boost?’. Deciding she didn’t need to make that call now, she bent
forward to pick up her previous prey. Shocked, she saw him twitching slightly,
his chest heaving.
Getting out
of her chair she lowered herself to the ground to get a good look at him, he
looked awful. Broken limbs and ribs, bruises and welts up and down his body.
Reaching forwards she prodded him gently in the side, gasping and jumping back
when his one good eye shot open as he gurgled up fluid.
Feeling almost
sorry for the tiny man she stood up and stepped over his broken body, looking
down at him she whispered “You did so good little guy… rest now” raising her
right foot high above him, watching his good eye close once more, awaiting his
release.
About to
bring her sole down and smash him to a pulp she paused for a moment ‘Hmm…
almost feel bad, but not quite enough’ she thought, instead pointing her
foot and lowering it until it made contact.
Barely able
to breathe, Dave watched her wrinkled sole rise above him ‘thank god’ he
thought as he welcomed a quick end. Instead of the embrace of nothingness, Dave
felt a cold and firm sensation across his abdomen. Opening his eye once more he
was stunned to see a wall of pink before him. Looking up slowly he saw the pink
wall… her nail as wide as his entire body… connect to the tanned skin of her
big toe, pointing straight down, pinning his body to the floor. As his gaze
passed up her leg and body, he was greeted by her pretty face staring down at
him, a cruel smile twisting her features. Unable to move, speak, or react in
any way he simply watched her.
Biting her
lower lip with her top row of teeth, Patty began pressing down, feeling the
resistance of his body against the top of her toe. Enjoying the squishy feeling
of his midsection, she began pressing harder, her right hand reaching down and
rubbing her crotch gently. Despite him being in a terrible state, she saw his
body begin twitching, writhing in pain ‘Hmm… I guess his brain doesn’t know
his body is dead yet’ she giggled to herself. Pausing her toe’s descent she
began twisting the digit cruelly from side to side, threatening to tear him in
half, something which would have normally elicited delicious screams of agony
from her prey, instead resulting in some strange gargling coughs. Deciding she
was done with him she leant forwards and pushed her entire weight onto her
right leg, the extra pressure from her toe crushing his midsection as her nail
severed him in half right below the ribcage “Now I’m done with you” she spat
down at his destroyed form.
Chapter 19 – Leah Heads Home by Mamamoo
Hearing the
bell signal the end of the day, Leah dismissed her class before returning to
her car. Her mind hadn’t been present all day, she couldn’t help think about
her three little men at home ‘how do I manage this?’ she thought to
herself ‘If I cant send them somewhere soon then they will all get
suspicious!’. Of course not actually wanting to send them away, Leah wanted
to do something fun with them. Their trust in her would make it all the more
delicious when she betrayed them and used them for her own dark desires.
Her mind in
the clouds thinking about all the ways she could dominate the two men she had saved,
she thought about taking them both into her room and having them pamper her.
Let them use their tiny selves to worship her body, rub her feet, pleasure her.
Wondering how good it would feel to use her dildo to bring herself to orgasm,
then smother one under her toned arse as she came while simultaneously
swallowing the other.
Oblivious
to her surroundings she barely felt the small crunch under her left sandal or
heard the tiny scream that instantly followed. Stopping herself she turned and
checked her path, seeing a tiny man maybe three inches in height lying on the
grassy floor clutching his leg. Walking back to him she crouched down to get a
good look, seeing his left leg pushed slightly into the soft ground “Oops!” she
exclaimed “did I step on you?”
The tiny
man looked up at her face, seeing concern in her eyes “Yes” he grunted “thankfully
the ground is soft so it didn’t break anything, but please help me!” her kind
face making him think she was a nice person, and would help save him.
“That’s no
good!” she pouted at him, feeling hot under the collar from her daydreaming “it’s
a bit of a waste stepping on you when I was wearing my sandal” reaching down
she stroked the top of her foot “I mean, it’s fun hearing you crunch, but
nothing can replace the feeling of you breaking under my sole” meeting the tiny
man’s gaze and seeing his face turn into one of fear “pressing down on you
until your body until you pop…”
The tiny
man turned and tried to crawl away from her, eliciting a small giggle at his
futile attempt. Reaching forward she grabbed him between her fingers and lifted
him as she stood, not even bothering to look at him as she strode to her car.
Reaching
her car and popping open the boot, Leah suppressed a smile, having a fun idea
for her drive home ‘fortunately I am a teacher!’ she thought as she
rooted through her bag of arts and crafts materials. Smiling as she found the
sticky tape, she closed the boot and proceeded to open the drivers side door,
crouching down she dumped the tiny man in the footwell “Now don’t you move! Ok?”
she pointed at the tiny man with a stern look on her face.
The
terrified little man let out a squeak and looked around, realising there was no
real way for him to get out ‘fuck…’ he thought before looking at the
base of the drivers seat ‘hmm… if I get under there she might not be able to
get me! Just have to wait until she’s distracted’.
Looking up
at her threatening finger he nodded ‘As if… bitch’ raising his hands in
surrender.
Please with
his compliance, Leah lowered her hand and began unwrapping the sticky tape.
Considering how best to achieve the outcome she wanted ‘Hmm…’ she
thought, biting her lip gently ‘oh, I know!’ she grinned as she pulled a
long strip of tape which she cut with her nails and hung from the steering
wheel before repeating the process two more times, giving her three long strips
in total.
Placing the
role of tape on the drivers seat she looked down and was shocked to see the
tiny man was gone “Hey, arsehole! I told you to stay put!” she growled,
spotting movement just under the base of the drivers seat. Lunging forwards she
slammed her hand under the gap and felt something small wriggling aggressively,
pulling out of her finger grip every time she felt it.
Finally
snapping her thumb and forefinger down hard, she heard a muffled scream ‘Ah,
must have got his bad leg!’ she thought, smiling as she dragged him from
beneath the seat. Raising him infront of her face she scolded him “Naughty
naughty… I was gonna go easy on you, but if you want to be punished then I
guess that’s your choice!”.
Dropping
him into her other hand she slammed his body, back first, hard into the gas
pedal, the impact driving the air from his body and stunning him. Grabbing the
first length of tape, Leah wrapped it around him and the pedal, securing him
around his chest. Releasing her grip she was pleased to see his body held
tightly in place by the tape. Deftly pinching with her fingers she managed to
secure his hands and feet to all four corners of the pedal, leaving him secured
in a spread-eagle position. Smiling at her handiwork, she leant down and
unclasped her sandals, stepping into the car directly and brushing the loose
dirt and dust off her feet before dropping her footwear and her handbag on the
passenger seat.
His vision
clearing, the tiny man let out a wracking cough as he sucked in air and opened
his eyes, his vision a bit blurry from the forceful impact ‘So fucking close’
he lamented, becoming aware of his immobile state ‘what the hell?’ he
thought as he tried pulling his limbs around without result.
His vision
finally clearing he looked around and realised with horror that he had been
attached to the pedal of the car. Dropping his gaze he saw two huge tanned feet
resting on the floor, toes wriggling in anticipation, the big toes painted dark
blue and the remainder white ‘fuck’ he thought, his eyes slowly rising up
the body of his captor. Tight, dark blue jeans encased her legs which were
sitting apart, giving him a full view of her crotch. Continuing up he saw the
white shirt she was wearing, her breasts straining against the material as she
twisted her body to clip her seatbelt into place, before finally looking at
him, mischief in her eyes as she grinned at him.
Looking at
the tiny guy, Leah couldn’t help but smile at how funny he looked stuck to the
pedal like that before addressing him “Well little guy, you know given its city
streets we drive on here that I won’t really be pushing on the pedal too hard…
I would have let you go at the end of the drive you know” pausing for a moment
before letting her features harden. “however… given your poor attempt at
escaping I might have changed my mind… let’s see how I feel when I get home”.
Ending her conversation with him she placed her foot on the brake pedal and
pushed down, allowing her to turn the engine on, then releasing the pedal and
putting the car into drive before disengaging the handbrake. Placing her foot
gingerly infront of the gas pedal, she gave one more wriggle of her toes,
causing her sole to wrinkle and stretch before dropping her foot onto the
pedal, smothering the tiny mans face into the ball of her foot. Pressing gently
she began the drive home, enjoying the tickling sensation below her sole,
figuring she wasn’t likely to break him before getting home.
From the
tiny man’s perspective, things were not going well. His captress was right
about not having to apply much pressure, but from the position of his body
relative to her sole, the ball of her foot was smothering his face and making
it hard to breathe. When she pressed lightly he was able to turn his head and suck
in air fairly easily, but when she pushed a bit harder her foot began moulding
around him, cutting off the supply of fresh air even as the pressure forced his
lungs to expel what air they had taken in.
Additionally,
the constant removal of her foot from his pedal to the brake and back meant he
was constantly getting slapped by her foot, the momentum causing his body to
compress before the pedal moved.
He felt the
car begin to slow as the pressure eased up on him, suddenly removing completely
and pushing down on the brake pedal hard. Hearing her agitated voice from above
“Damnit… this traffic sucks!” he breathed a sigh of relief ‘thank god… I
should have some time to recover if we aren’t moving’ he thought to
himself.
Gazing out
at the sea of red brake lights before her, Leah sighed deeply ‘Damnit I’m
not going anywhere soon’ she gauged, knowing this intersection to be
terrible. Getting grumpy at her predicament she turned her attention to the tiny
in the footwell, deciding to toy with him a bit while she waited ‘I guess I
can’t risk taking him home with me… I suppose I should give him a good sendoff
before I end him’.
Not
anticipating any sort of movement, the tiny man was shocked when he saw her
engage the handbrake and remove her foot from the brake pedal, lifting her foot
and gliding it slowly until it rested infront of him once more. Not sure what
was coming the tiny man tried to free himself, wriggling hard against the tape
holding him ‘shit… there’s no give in it’ he realised, admitting that he
was trapped.
Very
slowly, the billboard sized foot began to lower, pausing briefly as it made
contact with his body. After what felt like eternity, the foot lowered, the
ball rubbing down his chest and over his crotch, stirring him slightly as the
mass of flesh rubbed against his manhood. Her toes scrunched causing her nails to
rake their way down his chest, and then these too rubbed over his crotch, the
soft tips pushing deep into his manhood. The tiny man couldn’t help feel
arousal at the sheer power she held over him, plus the gentle grinding didn’t
hurt either.
Once her
titanic toes had reached the bottom of the pedal, the foot began rising again,
this time the toes splayed backwards, stretching the skin of her foot. As her
foot travelled up his shins she felt her apply more pressure, pushing more
weight in as she reached his thighs. Looking down at the taught ball of her
foot rising slowly up his body he couldn’t help but spring to half mast,
cursing himself even as he began to harden.
Slowly
inching up his body, her toes relaxed slightly before fully flexing again,
causing the skin on her foot to relax and stretch, the movement of her powerful
muscles massaging his thighs. Closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling he
jumped a bit when her foot suddenly rolled further up his body, his semi-hard
shaft now resting on the rising ball of her foot. Looking up at her he saw her
sitting back, smiling softly at him.
Watching
the tiny man’s face turn from panic to pleasure, Leah smiled ‘God, men are
so easy to please… he’s literally strapped to my car gas pedal and he’s getting
a boner’ making eye contact as the tiny man looked up at her. Deciding to
proceed based on sensation alone, she sat up and gazed out of the window, and
relied on the feeling of his tiny body to guide her movements as her foot once
more began to move.
Watching
her face disappear above his line of sight, he once more felt her foot begin to
rise. The firm but gentle pressure on his upper thighs began sliding up further
to his crotch. His penis was now propped up by the ball of her foot, and with
her toes beginning to wriggle gently it began to rub side to side on her skin.
The sensation of this caused him to fully harden, he hadn’t been touched by a
woman since he had shrunk, and this soft sensation was sending him into
overdrive.
As he
closed his eyes he felt her foot rise further, her ball now pushing his
throbbing penis into his own stomach, the sweat of his body and her foot acting
as the perfect lubricant. As she flexed her toes, her foot begin twisting left
and right he felt the light friction grind his entire midsection gently ‘Holy
shit’ he thought as she began rubbing her foot up and down as she twisted,
increasing and decreasing the pressure, forcing herself against his penis which
was now rock hard and begging for release, the sensation of her movement being
unlike anything he had ever felt.
He began
panting deeply as she kept grinding him, he hadn’t felt a sensation like this
ever before. Feeling like he was getting close he began humping his body as
best he could into her sole, something she felt him doing.
Slowing her
movements, the pressure from the ball of her foot decreased slightly as she
lowered her foot, his penis peeling from his stomach and smacking into the
descending ball briefly before being left standing to attention in the cool
air. Gasping he mentally prayed her not to stop, his prayer being answered as she
relaxed her toes, lowering the big and second toes onto his shoulders. These
slowly ran down his shoulders, down his chest, over his stomach, and came to a
stop briefly on either side of his dick.
Without
pausing the two digits closed the space between them and gripped his pulsing
penis, causing him to gasp in pleasure. Giving into his base desires he began
pulsing his hips again, humping his penis between the digits which responded by
pumping him gently, squeezing and releasing as they ran up and down his shaft.
Feeling her
tempo increase he felt like he was in perfect sync with her, the build-up
increasing as he felt his entire body began to stiffen. With a deep grunt and a
huge thrust of his hips she blew his seed between her toes, something she
clearly noticed and began squeezing a bit harder, pumping him hard as his body
collapsed backwards, twitching against her.
Feeling the
tiny man convulse and a wet feeling between her toes, Leah grinned at her
accomplishment, wanting to utterly milk him for all he was worth she gripped
harder and began pumping him as fast as she could.
Feeling his
body go limp she slowed her pace, still gripping his shaft tightly with her
toes, feeling his body jerk every so often “Hope you enjoyed little man” she
whispered, still wondering what to do with him.
Seeing the
traffic begin easing, she disengaged the handbrake and began driving slowly
once more, repeating her pattern of brake, gas, brake, gas, but this time not
feeling him struggle when she pressed her foot into him.
After what
felt like forever, Leah finally pulled up in her driveway and settled her foot
on the brake pedal, allowing her to engage the handbrake and turn the engine
off. Sighing deeply she looked down and saw the tiny man unconscious still
strapped to the gas pedal, his body glistening with perspiration. Bending her
leg and pulling her foot up she rested it on the seat infront of her, she
swiped her finger across the impressively large gift he had given her, lifting
it to her mouth and rubbing it onto her tongue ‘my god it tastes so sweet!’
she thought to herself, really beginning to enjoy her newfound sexual energy.
Pondering
what to do with him, her favourite idea was to tape him her sandal and put it
back on, trying to place him somewhere beneath her arch. Knowing even despite
that placement he wouldn’t last even the handful of steps to her front door ‘it
would be nice and ironic given our conversation at the school’ she thought,
imagining the feeling of his body compressing between her foot and the thin
sole, the unrelenting pressure holding him to her as his body was crushed. Remembering
her guests inside, she disappointedly dismissed the idea as the mess would make
what she had done pretty obvious.
Deciding
she would just let him go, she pushed her seat back as far as it would go, reached
down and used her sharp nails to sever the tape holding his arms, then his
legs, leaving him slumped slightly forwards with just the final piece holding
his chest in place. Grinning she then broke that piece and watched as his body
dropped to the floor of the footwell, the impact causing him to stir and push
himself up in panic.
Giggling at
his sudden startle and reaction she brought her finger towards him and gently
rubbed his still vague looking face. His reaction to her gentle attention
however, angered her.
Feeling his
body fall momentarily before impacting the ground and winding him, the tiny man
groaned ‘god… what happened?’ he thought before remembering his
situation, startling and jumping up, looking around him as his vision cleared.
Seeing her finger approach and then make contact with his face, he swung his
hand out and slapped her finger away.
Of course
he lacked the strength to actually bat her finger away, but his rageful
reaction caused Leah to recoil in shock “Hey!” she exclaimed “that’s not very
nice!” having half expected him to be happy to see her after his treat on the
drive home.
“Not very
nice!?” He yelled up at her “you fucking strapped me to your car gas pedal and
stepped on me repeatedly!” raising his arms in frustration.
“Wow…” Leah
started “you know I kind of recall you actually enjoying yourself down there!”
she reasoned with him “besides you were injured, I could have just left you
there. What do you think would have happened if another teacher or a student
found you?” irritation entering her voice “if I knew you would be this
ungrateful I would have left you and someone would have made you suffer”
“YOU.
KIDNAPPED. ME!” he yelled at the top of his voice “then you basically raped me
with your fucking foot!” he pointed up at her
Getting to
the end of her patience Leah sighed in frustration deciding she is just going to
leave him outside and let a rat or a bird kill him ‘that would suck worse
than a quick death’ she thought to herself before leaning back and looking
at him “fine… you know what, get out of my car and go fend for yourself!”
sitting back up she reached over to collect her bag and sandals.
The tiny
man grumbled to himself but walked towards the door and climbed up onto the lip
before turning and shouting up at her “Hey…” causing her to look down at him
once more “I hope you get raped one day… see how you like it” turning from her
he looked down ‘I can make that drop, my leg feels fine now’.
Leah froze
for a moment, completely shocked at what had just been said to her. Watching as
he turned his back to her and prepared to jump down she cracked, not even
thinking as she lifted her foot and swiped it towards him, kicking him out of
the car and sending him flying a good meter away, landing on the hard ground
with a thud, not moving.
Grabbing
her things she swung herself out of the car and stood up, closing and locking
her vehicle behind her. Stepping forwards she stood over the tiny man and
looked down at him “Now that… was a horrific thing to say” she muttered angrily
“there’s a world of difference between what I did for you – you’re welcome by the way, I could tell you
loved it from the moment I started – and what a man raping a woman is like”.
Getting frustrated at his lack of reply she lifted her right foot and prodded
him with the big toe, his body convulsing and contracting into a foetal
position. Raising her foot above him she dropped her big toe onto his exposed
side and flipped him onto his back “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” she
growled at his beaten form, several cuts and grazes visible on his body. He
complied and lay on his back, arms and legs on the floor, just staring at her
with a scared look on his face.
“Now I was
literally letting you go, you ungrateful shit” she spat at him “do you know
what I would do if a student said that to me? Nothing! Because I can’t do
anything other than lodge a complaint, which would never hold up without proof”
she continued “you however… I can do what I want” raising her foot once more
over him she raised it over him and pointed it downwards, stomping the ball of
her foot down hard intentionally several inches too far forward. Hearing him
scream in fear was like heroin for her at this point. She had already almost
killed him without even noticing him, then dominated him, now she was going to
end him.
She made
eye contact with him, surprised he didn’t even try to move ‘he must be
literally frozen in fear’ she thought as she lowered her heel, feeling it
make contact with his chest – this was the point he started struggling. She
felt his face trapped below her foot just above her heel ‘idiot didn’t even
turn his head’ she smiled coldly, feeling his limbs thrashing around her
heel, trying to lift it off before he suffocated.
Lowering
her hands to her jean-clad crotch, Leah stopped herself, looking around not
seeing anyone, but not wanting to be caught masturbating in view of anyone
either. Feeling his movements slow and his attempts at freeing himself stop,
she lifted her heel as from his body, balancing on the ball of her foot.
Watching him try to fill his lungs with air she clenched her teeth as she
slammed her heel down, everything above his waist crushing flat and spurting
blood out the sides of her heel ‘like stepping on a ketchup packet’ she
thought. Pointing her toes up and lifting she put all the weight on her heel
and ground it back and forth a few times, feeling his body crack and crunch
below her as she ground him to a pulp.
Lifting her
foot she didn’t even care enough to inspect her handiwork, instead wiping her
foot on the grass on her way to her front door to remove the evidence of her
violent outburst.
Stepping
inside her house, Leah dropped her bag and shoes by the door and walked towards
the living room, noticing that the TV was off “Hey guys!” she called “I’m hooooome”
she continued in a singsong tone. No sounds or movement returned ‘hmm… that’s
odd. Oh maybe they are playing hide and seek!’
Putting on
a joke mean face she stomped slowly into the living room “Fee-Fi-fo-fum I smell…
my little friends who must be hungry!” she giggled about to announce dinner
plans. Stepping closure to the table Leah’s blood ran cold, seeing a tiny
headless body on the table ‘what the hell?’ stepping closure to the
table and looking down she threw her hands over her mouth “oh my god… is that
Calum?” she gasped, only guessing due to the body shape… there being no head to
easily identify him with, in addition to the horrific damage done to the body
itself.
Seeing a folded
up note with her name scrawled across the front she dropped her hands and
grabbed it, inspecting the various items scattered around his body. Opening the
note she read it to herself
‘Hey Chica,
Sorry
about the mess! I‘m pretty sure I got the blood all off – just thought I leave
the remains and tools you would get an idea of what kind of master shrinky
killer you know ;)
Promise
I will teach you my tricks now that you enjoy this too!
With
this one that I left, I usually don’t go this far out but I needed information
which he eventually gave up to me.
I figured
these three were intruders or something, as you said you didn’t have any left so
I’ve taken the other two with me. Promise that I will make their ends painful
to teach them they never invade my friend’s house!
I left
the bag of toys by the couch, take a look and let me know what you think!
Chat
soon
Pat XoX
Dropping
the note to the floor, Leah began hyperventilating “Oh shit… holy shit… no no
NO!” grabbing her phone from her pocket she called Patty but it just rang out. Ringing
it again, and again, and again – the final time Leah screamed and ran to the
door, praying she could get to you in time, knowing that with Patty, it was
unlikely you had even survived the trip to her home.
Chapter 20 – At Her Mercy by Mamamoo
Chapter 20 – At Her Mercy
A
few hours prior to Leah finishing work
Something
waking you from your deep slumber you slowly open your eyes, your neck crunched
from the position you lay in. Rubbing it with one hand you slowly stand up,
feeling uneasy, like you’re being watched. Looking left out of the cage bars
you see the long soft ocean of the bed not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
Turning to your right you come face to face with Patty’s cat mask-clad face just
beyond the bars, her mouth split into a huge grin. Caught off guard you let out
a small scream and jump back, tripping over yourself and landing on your back,
shuffling backwards until you hit the opposite side of the cage.
Grinning
down at the tiny man, Patty couldn’t help but giggle as he tripped over himself
and tried to crawl away. Deciding to taunt him a bit she curled her lips back,
and opening her mouth she lunged forwards, snapping her teeth together, causing
you to jump once more. Having enjoyed playing with the other tiny, she had
intended to keep this one around until at least later in the day, however the
tiny man’s pathetic display of fear just did something to her on a baser level.
Lifting her
hand she grabbed the door of the cage and yanked it open, reaching her hand in,
determined to grasp this last tiny prey and play with him, ending his existence
before taking a nice afternoon nap.
Seeing her
rip the door open and reach her hand in you shouted at her “Please no! Ms.
Cortez please leave me alone! Leah is my friend! Please just call her and we
can straighten this all out!” you begged.
Pausing her
hand, Patty cocked her head to the side in thought before grinning wildly ‘Holy
shit! He knows my alter ego!?’ realising this tiny knew exactly who she
was, ‘this could be fun’, she grinned like a true cheshire cat, never
having had a shrinky who knew what she did.
You watch
as her hand turns over and lowers to the cage floor, her index finger motioning
you to step on. At first you are hesitant, but seeing no other way you gingerly
step onto the outstretched palm which quickly begins moving. Sitting down to
avoid falling you are removed from the cage and dropped onto the bed. Looking
up you watch as she stands to her full height, towering over you, completely
naked apart from the mask covering half her face, with her perky breasts
hanging free and her snatch glistening above you.
Looking
down at the tiny man Patty slowly brings her hands up and removes her mask
which she drops on the bed “So… you ever pay me?” she asked
Realising
what you had said, you froze for a moment unsure how to proceed ‘Shit… why
would I have said that!’ you cursed yourself, trying to think of the best
thing to say. Realising there is no way out of the hole you dug yourself you
decide to be honest “No… I cant say I ever did” wondering how she would react.
A flash of annoyance crossed her face briefly before she slowly lowered into a
crouch, bringing her face within a few inches of you, her green eyes piercing
into you making you feel nervous. After what felt like a lifetime of her
staring you down, she made a small – ‘hmpf’ – noise before smacking her lip and
standing again.
Without a
single word she walked to the ensuite bathroom and shut the door behind her,
moments later you heard the shower turn on ‘I could make a break for it
while she’s in there’ you think to yourself before deciding it’s a terrible
idea, knowing even if you got down from the bed without breaking a limb you’d
have nowhere to go. Your only hope is Leah comes home and figures out what has
happened, preferably before your life is ended.
Patty
stepped into the warm spray of the shower and sighed deeply ‘Fuck, that was
a productive session!’ pleased with her profits from her playtime ‘I
think I will use this last one for myself, no need for more action for my fans’.
Washing her body with her soap she thought about what she would have the tiny
man do for her, ideas cascading through her head as she washed her hair.
After a
good long shower she stepped out, wondering if the tiny man had the balls to
make a run, approaching the door she threw it open and looked to her bed, the
tiny man sitting exactly where she had left him. Closing the door once again
she grabbed her towel and proceeded to dry herself off, smiling at his futile
position. After a few minutes of drying her body she wrapped her hair in a
towel to help it dry and returned to her bedroom, intentionally ignoring the
man on her bed as she opened her cupboard and picked out a pair of soft pink short
shorts and an oversized hoody of the same colour.
Donning
these items she turned back to the tiny on her bed, who still hadn’t moved.
Approaching him slowly she once more wordlessly lowered her palm to the bed,
smiling slightly as he climbed on without hesitation. Raising him up she
brought him to her face where she finally addressed him “Well… would you like
to see your friend? What his name?” struggling not to laugh or even smile.
Being
offered to see your friend you breathed a sigh of relief ‘if he’s still alive
maybe I have some hope!’ you thought as you replied “yes please, and his
name is Dave”. Nodding at you she then asked about the tiny at Leah’s house
“his name was Calum” you replied. Nodding once more she turned and walked out
the room, you sitting in her palm cross legged, and headed down the corridor
into another room. You gasped slightly, realising you recognised this room and
the setup, gulping deeply praying she never brought you into this room for her
play sessions. Looking around for any sign of Dave, you felt uneasy, knowing
this room was likely the final place any shrinkies ever saw.
She carried
you to the desk and deposited you infront of the cinema sized screen, hitting a
key on the keyboard which made everything light up, the glare blinding you
temporarily and making you throw your hands up to cover your face.
By the time
your eyes had adjusted, there was a video clip on the screen ready to play, you
heard Patty’s voice right behind you whisper “Watch… don’t look away or I will
snap your neck” suddenly feeling a pressure on both sides of your head as her
thumb and forefinger grasped you, forcing you to watch the screen as her other
hand hit the space bar, starting the video.
Patty loved
the feeling of holding the tiny man’s head between her fingers, forcing him to
watch the demise of one of his friends, it was the ultimate act of power in her
mind. Watching the video clip she smiled knowing how this was going to end, but
the fact that the tiny didn’t yet know how bad it would be made the entire
situation just delicious for her.
Looking
away from the screen she was about to taunt her new prey before noticing his
penis had started rising. Watching for another minute, Patty observed his penis
hardening the more he watched the video, feeling him gasp at certain points.
Struggling not to react, she thought ‘Of course! He knows who I am… duh…
this is a turn on for him!’ realising she could mess with him even further,
bringing her free hand to her mouth and quietly spitting on her fingers.
Watching
Dave be used by this goddess which you knew as Ms. Cortez was filling you with
conflict. Despite knowing the suffering he was going through, you couldn’t help
but feel aroused, knowing you had watched other shrinkies be tortured and killed
in various ways by her before. Wishing you didn’t feel turned on by the video
you startled as her free hand reached around and the tip of her index finger
touched the underside of your shaft. The sensation of her finger holding up
your half solid shaft brought further conflict into your mind, feeling bad
about your lustful feelings as you watched a friend being used and abused.
Watching on, her finger began stroking the underside of your cock, bringing it
to full attention before her thumb entered your vision and touched the top of
your shaft, pinching her fingers together she held your shaft in her warm,
lubricated grip. Glancing down you saw her finger tips were glistening with her
own spit, realising she knew this was a turn on for you, you tried to look away
only to be denied by her strong fingers.
You thought
about shouting out to her to stop this display, but as you opened your mouth
and breathed in her fingers began their own motion, moving up and down your
shaft. You shuddered at the sensation, her fingers pumping you felt amazing,
and coupled with what you would have recently considered a porn flick, was
sending you to the edge incredibly fast.
Feeling the
tiny man shudder as she started pumping his penis, Patty leant forwards until
her lips were almost touching his back, whispering to him “your friend was
soooooo gooood…” pumping harder as she felt your body tense. Knowing you were
enjoying the display she continued “you like what you see I think… watch
closely, I make him cum you know… he loved it” smiling to herself “I want you
to cum too, but only when I order you… I want you to watch this…”. Looking up
at the screen she knew the best parts and increased and slowed her tempo
accordingly, feeling the tiny man’s body strain with anticipation as the climax
approached.
Breathing
deeply Patty knew the first tiny man’s end was near so she began pumping with
renewed vigour, whispering to this second tiny “This is it… his end… he gave
himself for me… cum when I tell you and maybe I keep you as my slave… you spend
your days doing what Ms. Cortes tells you” pumping continuously as the video
reached its crescendo, smiling as she felt the tiny body between her fingers
stiffen. Leaning closer so her lips were touching the tiny man’s back she
commanded him “do it now! Cum for me you little bug! Cum hard or ill bite you
in half!” snapping her teeth together and pumping her fingers faster still she
felt his entire body convulse as he blew his load onto her fingertips and desk,
his hands reaching out and grabbing the fingers holding his head as his pelvis
thrust forward and backwards, losing himself to her machinations.
Realising
you had just orgasmed over the death of the closest thing you had to a friend
you immediately felt shame, letting your body go limp in the grip of your
captor.
Expecting
some kind of taunt from her you were shocked when she instead lifted you by the
head and turned you to face her before slamming your body down back first into
the desk, rattling your nerves and winding you. Opening your eyes you watched
as her face rose over you, her green eyes empty of any form of empathy as she
licked her lips, before quickly dropping onto your midsection, her lips
wrapping around your entire crotch, engulfing your still rock hard shaft as she
slurped up whatever of your seed left, moaning deeply as she did this. After a
few hard sucking motions, her lips popped open and she retreated, silently
grabbing you and walking back into her room.
Dumping you
on the bottom of her bed, you watch as she walks to her bedside table and grabs
a magazine before throwing herself back onto the top of the bed, propping
herself up on the pillows and making herself comfortable. Opening her magazine
you see the cover ‘Giantess Dominatrix: How to Make Shrinkies Squirm’, the
entire bed moving below your feet as she repositioned herself slightly, her
lean legs stretched apart and straight, leaving her bare, tanned feet between
you and her.
Reading her
book, Patty thought the indication as to what the tiny had to do was clear, but
after a minute or two not feeling him worship her she grunted and dropped her magazine,
glaring down at the tiny man she barked at him “What you waiting for? Rub my
feet erro!” picking it back up and scanning through the pages.
Not wasting
a moment you scramble up the bed to her left foot and begin rubbing it with
your hands, arms, elbows… hell you throw your entire body into her ‘Ok… if
she wants me to do something then she might actually be considering keeping me!’
you hope, knowing what the alternative is.
Doing your
best to massage her you cant help but compare her feet to Leah’s. Patty’s were
smaller in size, but proportionally a bit wider and more muscular, attesting to
her sporty lifestyle. Whilst you loved the way Leah had used her feet on you,
you couldn’t help but find your current situation arousing too, despite seeing
how brutal she could be with them.
Continuing
to rub the titanic sole before you, you eventually hear Patty’s voice “Ok do
the other now”, not wasting a second you begin scrambling over the soft bedding
to the other foot, daring to glance up at her face to see if she looked happy
or displeased with your efforts, the sight before you causing you to trip on
surface and fall over.
Standing
back up you look on amazed as you see her toned arm holding the book up,
completely obscuring her face from you, whilst her other hand has disappeared
into her pink short shorts. Whilst you cant see what she is doing, the
movements of her wrist tell you she is rubbing herself. Deciding its best not
to take too long to continue your assigned task, you rush to her right foot.
Reaching it you stop for a moment and compose yourself, before continuing your
job, praying she doesn’t turn her attentions to you.
Feeling the
tiny bug rubbing her left foot was actually a new experience for Patty, given
she usually dominated and ended the tiny bugs she found, or was using them to
showboat for her fans ‘He actually feels nice… maybe I will keep him for a
bit’ she thought, finding a section she hadn’t read yet titled ‘Cruel, and
Unusual Torture’. Flipping to the beginning of the article she began reading, intrigued
by some of the lengths the author had gone to in order to torture shrinkies ‘Fuck…
I thought I was extreme… this is another level’ she thought, reading
examples of castration, quadruple amputations, even one that attempted the use
of belly button piercings that also impaled the man to your belly.
Despite her
recent exertions, Patty couldn’t help but feel aroused at this extra level of
cruelty, feeling her nether region begin to moisten as she read on. Turning the
page and being greeted by images of some of the other examples, Patty let out
an excited gasp, subconsciously lowering her free hand across her abdomen and
into her shorts. Reading in depth notes on how to prevent these mutilated
shrinkies from expiring too soon, Patty ran her hand over her clit, at this
point remembering you were present, ordering you to move to her other foot.
After a
brief pause she could feeling your body rubbing into the sole of her right
foot, she sighed at the sensation, enjoying being pampered. Continuing to rub
herself she decided she needed more and plunged her 2nd and 3rd
fingers straight into herself, gasping at the sensation and shuddering slightly
as she used her fingers to stroke the walls of her love tunnel, lowering the magazine
to her chest and closing her eyes as she basked in the sensations.
Using your
shoulder to knead her arch, you stumbled as her foot twitched, her toes above
you momentarily curling inwards before relaxing again. Daring to take a peak
you switched to rubbing her arch with your hands and peaked around the side of
her sole, seeing her hand had moved further down and was moving with more
vigour ‘Holy shit… she’s fingering herself!’ you realised, feeling a
stirring in your manhood once more. Despite the circumstances you couldn’t help
but feel aroused, she was an exceptionally pretty woman with a well-toned body,
and the pink shorts and oversized hoody worked to accentuate her cuteness.
Being
completely caught up in the moment you didn’t even think as you had removed
your right hand from her foot and started gently stroking your shaft, stirring
it once more to as you watched her. Bringing yourself to full attention you
lost all semblance of your situation, the way her body was twitching and the
small, quiet gasps she was making all combined to draw you into the moment.
Feeling the
strong sensations of her fingers penetrating herself with her thumb rubbing her
clit, Patty almost forgot about the tiny man rubbing her foot, deciding to have
some extra fun she dropped her right foot down, expecting to feel the hard body
of the little bug but instead felt her foot meet the soft bedding instead.
Confused she cracked open her eyes and looked down, seeing you standing next to
her foot, staring at it with a shocked look, then noticing where your hand was
‘Oh my god… he’s masturbating!’ anger overtook her and she sat up
quickly, gasping at the sensation of her fingers inside her.
Sitting
upright she kept fingering herself slowly as she glared at the tiny man “Who
gave you permission to do that?” she growled, a babbling reply causing further
frustration. Grunting she turned her feet sideways and brought them together,
sandwiching you in between, positioning them so the ball of her right foot
pushed you into the arch of her left, moulding you into her skin and leaving
only your head and shoulders sticking out.
Grinning
sadistically she began grinding her feet against eachother softly, feeling your
body creak as you made small squeaking noises. Biting her lip and closing her
eyes she felt all the sensations around her, sitting up putting extra pressure
into her pussy, bringing further waves of pleasure as she began rubbing her
feet back and forth, your small hard body feeling like a small exercise ball.
Opening her
eyes she decides she needs a true release, pulling her fingers from her snatch
and pinning you in place with her feet once more. Reaching down with her
glistening fingers she rubs her juices across your head and face “You like what
you see, eh?” she asks you as she leans over and opens her bedside drawer,
pulling out a large purple dildo and a small 1-inch man who she brings up to
her mouth and bites down on, holding him in places sideways like one might do a
pencil. Her feet separate and her hand darts in, snatching you up as she lies
down once more, holding you by her pussy as she teases the dildo inside
herself.
Having just
been battered by the very feet you were just admiring, being encased in her
fist was actually less painful, if not more terrifying, wondering what was
going to happen to you now.
As she
began pumping the dildo in and out of herself she brought her fist up to her
face, her green eyes staring into you, the tiny man between her teeth
struggling and crying. Just as you were about to try and talk to her, her fist
opened, dropping you from a decent height onto her chest. Whilst Leah’s body
would have provided a soft landing, this woman’s smaller boobs and more
muscular physique meant you landed hard against her sternum, the impact leaving
you lying in pain as you tried to collect your thoughts.
As you
lifted your head to try to communicate once more, you felt something punch your
foot, quickly realising it was her free hand as she tugged you between her
breasts and over her flat stomach, not pausing for a moment as you reached her
mons, your pelvis lying upon the precipice, legs flailing around kicking her in
the clit accidentally. Here she repositioned her fingers, once pinching either
side of your hips before pulling you over the edge and mashing your body into
her clit.
Hearing the
squelching of the dildo as she pumped herself, you preyed she held some sort of
control over her hand movements, as too much pressure would leave you a bloody
stain against the sexual organ you were being used to stimulate.
Feeling the
tiny man against her clit and the other swishing around her mouth, Patty was
losing herself to the tingles running allover her body ‘Fuck I love
dominating these bugs’ she thought, gasping at the sensation. Pumping
herself harder with the dildo she began rubbing the man in her other hand up
and down herself, using his body to stimulate her further as she resisted the
urge to eat the one in her mouth, knowing it was best if she waited for the
right moment.
Being
rubbed against her, you were thankful for the abundance of her juices that had
secreted, lubricating the surfaces as she forced you against her, using you as
a sex toy as her clit kept bashing you in the face, giving you a nosebleed.
Trying to use your hands to push her clit away from you elicited a short gasp
from her, the extra sensation something you hadn’t been planning on doing, but
needed to in order to protect yourself. Throughout all of this you couldn’t
help but feel incredible, the sensation of your cock rubbing up and down the
warm, wet surface was something you had only felt with Leah, this being a far
more violent and dangerous version of that, with no guarantee you would make it
out alive.
Feeling her
tempo increase her body began twitching as she came close to the edge, the
pressure she exerted on you becoming more unbearable. After a short time you
felt her body freeze for the smallest of moments before she let out a scream
and slammed her palm down ontop of you, grinding your body up and down her, the
huge surge in pressure pushing your cock into her body and making you cum even
as she did. Feeling your body twitching whilst she writhed in pain, you heard a
blood curdling scream come from up above.
Feeling her
body tense up, Patty knew it was time and with one hard motion she plunged the
dildo deep within her and slammed her hand down on her pubic region, hoping to
crush you as she came. As she screamed she felt the tiny man in her mouth
attempt his escape, using the timing of her mouth opening to try and throw
himself out of her mouth, almost making it until she slammed her teeth down,
catching his leg that hadn’t quite cleared, causing him to scream in agony.
Losing herself in her throes, Patty sucked the man back in like a noodle,
chewing him as he was pulled back into her maw. Once the broken man was fully
in her mouth she tiled her head and swallowed, sending him to her stomach and
slowing her motions down below. After basking in the glow for a minute, Patty
pulled her toy from her vagina and inspected you with her palm ‘That was
insane’ she thought to herself, breathing deeply, her body glistening with
sweat. Speaking softly “Two in one go… I should film that next time” she whispered
to herself as she rolled onto her right side, falling into a deep sleep.
Soon after
hearing the demise of the tiny man, you felt her body slowing, your head mashed
so hard into her you could hear her heart racing through her body. Exhausted
and pinned in place you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. Hearing a squelch
as she extracted the toy from below you, you felt her palm shifting, squashing
parts of you deeper into her, hoping this was the part she would extract you.
Hearing her softly say something about two in one, you realise she thinks she
killed you… the thought terrifying you, showcasing she has no care about your
life.
Figuring
you should wait until there is a chance to escape you stay still, suddenly
feeling your world shift and gravity move as she rolls over, laying her thighs
ontop of eachother and pinning you from your feet to you lower chest, the
pressure squeezing you hard but not making you pop.
Within
seconds you heard her deep breathing from above ‘Fuck… I think she’s
asleep’ you think, not sure if this is good or bad. Giving it a few minutes
to ensure she is really out, you try to free yourself, pushing away from her
body and pulling your legs, straining as hard as you can. After exhausting
yourself you come to the conclusion that you are trapped, the reality of the
situation hitting you – if she rolls any further she could end up smothering
you, or even bursting your entire body between her muscular thighs. Not knowing
what to do you just lie there, realising how exhausted you are, trying to fight
it but ultimately failing you pass out.
Chapter 21 – Send Help by Mamamoo
Chapter 21 – Send Help
Coming to,
you momentarily forgot you were and what was happening, your initial attempt at
moving bringing into sharp focus your exact predicament. Fortunately for you,
Patty had not moved at all since her slumber began, although whether it had
been 10 minutes, an hour, or a few hours you had no idea given your current
state. Despite this, the ambient light felt a bit darker than when you had
passed out, signalling it had indeed been a couple of hours at least.
Contemplating
what to do next, you couldn’t see a solution to your predicament – you were
effectively imprisoned between a set of titanic thighs and had no way of
getting yourself loose. Trying once more to push yourself free, you
frustratingly found the same result as before ‘Fuck sake… I really am stuck’
you resigned yourself.
Almost on
que, you felt slight stirring in the body of your captress, some slight
twitches deep within her powerful muscles, followed by changes in her breathing
pattern. In answer to your prayers she slowly rolled onto her back, the
pressure her thighs exerted on you began to lessen as her right leg
straightened and her left fell to the side leaving you free, now just stuck to
her vagina lips by her now dried juices. Feeling this was your only chance, you
began slowly peeling your upper body from her, praying the sensation didn’t
wake her, at least not until you could escape.
Not really
planning your next steps, you pulled enough of your upper body from her lips,
that your now free hanging weight simply yanked the rest of your lower body
away. As you fell towards the bed you heard a small gasp from high above you,
not having time to think about what it meant as you crashed into the soft
bedding. Rolling over you froze in fear as you saw her hand reach across her
thigh, running up her inner thigh until it reached her crotch, where she
scratched a couple of times, her body wriggling a little before settling once
more.
Realising
you had been holding your breath, you let out a deep release and gasped fresh
air into your lungs, shaking slightly at how close you had come to waking her ‘I
have to be more careful’ you thought, cursing yourself for being so
careless. Still lying on your back right below her snatch you decided you had
to move quickly. Attempting to stand, you realised that the crushing pressure
her thighs had exerted upon you had numbed your legs. You started rubbing them
hard to try and increase the blood flow so you could get moving, when you felt
the bed below you begin to shift once more.
Patty cracked
her eyes open feeling an itch on her pussy, reaching down she reached her hand
down and gave it a scratch to relieve the ticking sensation. Noting the
slightly darkened sky out her window she turned her head away and felt a crack
in her upper spine ‘Ouch, my neck’ she thought, having passed out with
her head propped awkwardly against a pillow. Closing her eyes she reached over
and pulled the pillow forwards as she lifted her head, making herself more
comfortable but feeling a bit too high still. Brining her knees up she planted
her feet firmly into the bed and pushed, lifting her bum and lower back as she
pushed herself down the bed a few inches using her shoulder, dropping herself
once more and hoping to get a bit more rest in. After a few seconds she felt a
hard object between her cheeks ‘ergh what is that…’ the sensation of a
foreign object annoying her slightly.
With horror
you saw her legs shift around you, her knees rising and her feet planting flat
into the bed, sinking deeply as she pushed down. Infront of you, her pussy
disappeared from your view as her toned, naked bum rose from the bed surface
which it had compressed flat, casting a shadow over you. Scrambling backward as
fast as you could, you realised with horror that her body was shifting down the
bed right over you.
As the sky
began falling you realised were about to be caught right in the middle of her
right cheek, the globe of muscle would surely flatten you in moments. Deciding
you have only one hope, you roll to your right, facing up as the crack between
her cheeks fall and bury you between her crack and the bed. For a brief moment
it feels like a gentle nudge as you are pushed into the bedding, however the
further she sinks into the bed, the harder the surface below you gets as it
compresses, forcing you up between her cheeks. Feeling the pressure build and
build, her initially soft cheeks have become hard boulders, squashing you into
the unforgiving surfaces around and below you, the air forced from your lungs. Barely
able to move a muscle you struggle as feel yourself lose consciousness and
begin to think this is the end. Suddenly the pressure releases slightly and you
feel something grab your arm, pulling it hard.
Feeling
something stuck between her cheeks, Patty lies there for a moment wondering
what it is, when the realisation struck her and she gasped ‘No way did he
survive!’ reaching down she rolled her lower back to the left, propping her
right cheek up slightly as she stuck her hand under her butt and grabbed hold
of something, yanking it out she brought it to her face and was shocked to see
you, battered and bruised but still in one piece “Well shit!… you lived? I
swear I felt you squish against me” she grinned at you with a predatory smile
“well now I get a second chance I guess!”.
Dangling by
your arm, you looked into the sleepy green eyes before you, cursing whatever
bad luck was hounding you “Ergh” you moaned “look, about before… I won’t tell
Leah anything happened, ok? Just give me back to her” hoping she would see
reason, these hopes quickly dashed.
Pouting her
lips and bringing her pointer finger from her free hand to her chin, Patty
feigned to be considering his offer “Hmm…” she tapped her chin once, twice,
three times “no” she let the syllable hang in the air, smiling as your attempt
at remaining calm began to crack “you got lucky before, but I never let any
little bug like you survive, you’re vermin… you don’t deserve life”. Shaking
her head gently she continued “Given how good you felt I would promise to make
it quick” she looked down for a moment before pulling you closer and darting
her eyes back up to meet yours, all traces of softness gone, now replaced with
the cold glare of an apex predator, whispering to you “but it’s so much more
fun when you struggle and scream for me”.
Wriggling
your body manically in some forlorn hope that you could free yourself, you
eventually gave up, hanging limp by your arm, now burning with the muscular
stress of being dangled. Looking at the cruel face before you, you tried once
more “Please! I swear to you I’m Leah’s friend! Just take me to her and…” your
attempt interrupted as she let go of your arm, sending you in freefall.
Fortunately
you didn’t fall far before crashing into her waiting palm, the impact still
driving the air from your lungs, causing you to cough as you gasped new air in.
Sitting up you found yourself inches from the face of the titanic psychopath,
glaring at you like a cat would watch its prey.
Bringing
yourself to your knees you once more begged her “Please I promise I am Leah’s
friend! She will want me back, just call her!” the face before you turning
slightly to the side, eyes narrowing in thought.
Thinking to
herself ‘what a lying little shit… time to finish this’, Patty brought
her free hand up to you, her thumb and index finger approaching you slowly ‘I
know just the best way to end this’ she thought, smiling to herself.
Opening
your mouth to speak once more, you get caught off guard when her finger and
thumb rushed towards you, grasping your neck from both sides, lifting you
slightly from her palm. Gasping at the pressure you look into her eyes and
begin babbling, hoping she was just trying to frighten you.
Grasping
her prey by his neck, Patty felt her loins tingle once more as she squeezed
him, watching his eyes bug out as realisation struck home, his arms hitting her
fingers as he tried to free himself. Holding steady for a moment she wondered
if she could squeeze hard enough to make his head explode from his body,
suppressing a giggle as the thought ran through her mind. Tightening her grip
slightly she paused as her stomach let out a huge gurgle ‘Hmm… I am feeling
hungry!’.
As her grip
tightened you began losing consciousness, your arms flapping against the huge
digits as she compressed your neck. Feeling the pressure pause, you were still
losing the supply of blood to your brain, making you feel faint. Trying to hold
on you eventually passed out.
Realising
the tiny man in her grasp had passed out, Patty released her grip, satisfied as
the tiny body flopped face down into her palm. Sitting up she reached into her
bedside drawer and rooted around the variety of sex toys until she found what
she was looking for – a roll of liquorice string. Smiling, she gets to work on
your unconscious body, binding your arms, legs, and body in an intricate web of
interconnecting knots, immobilising you for what she wants next.
Satisfied
you would be helpless when you woke, Patty lowered you to her bare stomach and dropped
you against the toned surface before grabbing her magazine and continuing to
read the article from before, waiting for you to regain consciousness.
Some time
later your eyes fluttering open, you feel the front of your body lying prone on
a soft and warm surface. Blinking a few times you try to move your body to sit
up, finding you’re unable to move your body. As your vision clears you recall
the last thing that happened to you. Staring up into the cruel, green eyes of
this south American beauty as she pinched your neck cutting the supply of blood
to your brain. Unable to speak and feeling pure panic as her grip tightened and
she choked you out.
Able to
only move your head, you look around seeing you are lying on her tanned
stomach. Wondering what to do you startle as her tummy behind the soft wall of
flesh lets out a loud gurgle ‘Fuck… what is she planning’ you think as
you try turning your head to see what is preventing your movement. Unable to
see what is holding you, you look up towards her face, seeing the bright glossy
magazine cover blocking her face, deciding to try to slowly flip over. Twisting
your body you manage to lift your right side slightly, but as you did the knots
tightened, making you now aware that one is around your neck, tightening as you
strain. You try to push through the pain and roll over but as you once again
feel your vision darken you give up and flop back down, panting at the
exertion.
Feeling
movement against her tummy, Patty closed the magazine and slowly set it down
next to her, letting her eyes fall to her prisoner, lying face down panting
against her supple skin. Smiling at his attempt to free himself she addressed
him “There no point trying to get free, I’m an expert with knots. If you
struggle too hard you’ll just hurt yourself” reaching down she scooped the tiny
man into her palm and rolled him onto his back, tilting her hand so he was
slightly inclines before her face.
Looking
down at his immobile form Patty felt the overwhelming urge to toy with him
further, really driving home his hopeless predicament before she finished with
him. Bringing her free hand up she began poking and rubbing the bottom of his
feet, making him wriggle from her ticklish touch, inadvertently tightening the
knots again and making him gasp in pain. Laughing uncontrollably Patty brought
her hand up and wiped a tear from her eye “oh wow… that was hilarious!”
giggling again “I told you I know my knots. I bet if you were full size you’d
want me to tie you up, no?” winking at the tiny man.
Panting
deeply as you sucked in precious air, you thought you would try again to reason
with her, taking a deep breath and preparing to shout up at her, hoping it
wouldn’t cause the bindings to tighten again. Before you could utter a syllable
her fingers curled over you, pinning you in her fist as she lifted you, only your
head and shoulders exposed as she repositioned herself to sit up a bit
straighter, still reclining against the maintain of cushions and pillows behind
her.
Once she
had made herself comfortable her attention turned to you once more and she
spoke down to you “Well, it’s been fun… for me anyway… I figured it would be
fitting to give you a special end”. Fidgeting against the pillows to get
comfortable she continued “you know this is one of my favourite ways to end you
bugs” smiling softly “it took me like 10 minutes to get those knots around you,
but it means you can’t move, can’t struggle… nothing. I could slowly step on
you, or sit on you, or shove you in my pussy and let you drown… and you can’t
even try to help yourself!” shaking her head slowly and biting her lip she
paused for a moment. “I am going to swallow you whole… and the best part is you
can’t even struggle as I do it, you’ll be like a willing sacrifice” her
features hardening into a cruel predatory gaze “you just stay still as I
swallow your body, sending you down my throat…” using her free hand to trace a
line from her chin all the way down “…to my stomach. There you die… eventually
anyway, it can take a long time for some”.
Not waiting
any longer she opened her fist slightly and brought her other hand around
behind you, her pointer finger reaching around your shoulder and landing on
your chest as her thumb pushed into your back. Feeling her fingers pinch
together and compress your chest a bit, you felt her hand below you fall away
leaving your legs dangling in the air as she turned you to face away from her.
Looking down the full length on her body you were now truly terrified for your
life. All her games up to this point had been threatening (even when she had
tried to kill you earlier), but they were all for her fun and domination over
you. This however was different, there was no more teasing, no more toying, she
was matter-of-factly moving you as she would a piece of food – with no
consideration for it.
Frozen in
fear you yelped as you felt something warm and wet slap against your legs ‘oh
fuck that’s her tongue’ you begin hyperventilating, no idea what to do. The
next few seconds pass quickly as you feel her lower you into her mouth. The air
within her maw was warm and welcoming, and her tongue sliding up your legs felt
almost erotic.
Once the
tiny body was mostly in her mouth with his front laying on her tongue, Patty
closed her lips to secure the body and retracted her fingers, leaving only your
head and shoulders free from her maw. Resting her head back further onto her
pillows she used her tongue to taste her next meal. The salty sweat on his body
contrasted with the sweet of the liquorice bindings she had used. Letting out a
noise of approval “Mmm” she thought to herself ‘that tastes soooo good… the
saltier they taste the more scared they are after all!’ sucking on your
body harder, pulling all the flavour she could from you.
Undulating
her tongue and pushing it forwards and backwards, she wanted you to cum one
last time for her, your salty gift being the shrinkie version of those little
gummies that had fluid inside, that popped when you bit into them. Considering
at that thought about biting into you she instead decided she was going to
stick to her plan and swallow you whole ‘they feel much better when they
expire inside of me’, using her powerful muscle to excite you, feeling your
dick already hard and pushing into her pulsing tongue.
Feeling the
air disappear around your body and be replaced with the warm and slippery
surfaces of the inside of her mouth you feel powerless, you can’t stop her,
hell you can’t even struggle without hurting yourself. Wondering how she was
going to end it, you feel a slight shock when her tongue begins pulsing along
the front of your body, rubbing your shaft and bringing it to attention ‘You
gotta be kidding me’ you think as she quickly brings you back to full
attention. Trying to figure out if she is doing this intentionally or
subconsciously, you feel the surfaces around your body compress into you as she
begins sucking on your body, moaning as she does so. At this point only your
head remains outside her mouth, your chin resting on her fluffy pink lip as she
undulates her tongue, rubbing your rock hard cock (and the rest of your body)
hard and fast. The sensation completely overwhelmed you and you gave into her
desires, lowering your head on to her lip and closing your eyes, trying to
imagine it was Leah, and not this titanic psychopath that enjoyed killing
shrunken men.
It didn’t
taken long for her to get what she wanted. Feeling your body stiffen and your
dick strain, you blew your seed into her tongue, something she instantly mut
have tasted as she let out a huge squeak of approval, her lips curling into a
smile.
Before you
could react she sucked hard, this time moving her tongue away so that your head
slipped past her lips with a loud ‘POP’ almost bursting your eardrums. Now
sucked into the complete darkness, you realised you had previously felt the
warmth and moisture to be erotic, now however it was overpowering, the heat
making you uncomfortable as her saliva worked its way into your eyes, mouth and
nose, threatening to drown you.
After
rolling you around her mouth for what felt like ages, her lips parted suddenly,
the bright light blinding you as you glimpsed the outside world. Lying face
down on her tongue you could only look out of her mouth as she spoke, the voice
threatening to deafen you as her lips and tongue worked awkwardly around you to
get her message out.
Awkwardly
trying to speak, Patty decided to keep it simple so with a mumbled “Buh-bye”
she tilted her head back slowly, feeling the tiny man slide back down her
tongue until his feet reached her throat. Pausing for a moment to enjoy feeling
his tiny body on the precipice of his end, she jerked her head back slightly,
feeling his body jump and slide further, his feet sinking into the darkness.
Most people would gag at this point, but Patty had spent a long time practicing
with items and shrinkies to control her gag reflex. She actually enjoyed when
their bodies hit her throat before she swallowed, imagining the terror they
were experiencing ‘time to feed me little mouse’ she thought as she
pushed her tongue up, sliding his body further into her throat, feeling his
body vibrate with his screams.
As his body
aligned with the path of her throat, his feet and shins began sliding into her
oesophagus, here she used her powerful muscles to hold him in place, raising
her hand infront of her mouth, knowing this would be the last thing he would
ever see. Raising three fingers she dropped one, then the second one, holding
the third for a moment before dropping that too. At this exact moment she
closed her eyes and swallowed, feeling her powerful throat muscles grab your
legs and begin dragging you screaming to your doom.
BANG
BANG BANG a loud
banging on her front door caught Patty off guard, causing her to jump and gag
on your body as it slid into her. Sitting upright suddenly and throwing her
head forwards she coughed, choking on your body for a moment before her body
did what it was meant to in this instance, retching up the blockage (you) and
expelling it from her body. Coughing deeply, Patty watched your body shoot
forwards out of her mouth and crash into the bed between her legs.
Wiping
tears from her eyes she growled at you “Fuck you got so lucky” standing up and
throwing on a robe. Growling down at you “Don’t even try to free yourself, if I
come back and you’ve moved then I will make your death, VERY, painful for you”
clearly annoyed at her fun being interrupted “you think being swallowed whole
is bad? Trust me you don’t even want to know” as she walked out of the room.
Reaching
her front door she looked through the peep hole and saw Leah pacing back and
forth, clearly aggravated. Opening the door Patty welcomed her “Oh… hey chica…”
interrupted as Leah barged past her into her home, looking around before
turning on Patty and yelling at her “WHERE IS HE!?”
Chapter 22 – Safety and Realisation by Mamamoo
Chapter 21 –
Safety and Realisation
Leah turned
back to Patty who was standing still with a guppy look on her face, stepping
towards her and grabbing her shoulders, Leah slammed her into the wall and
shouted again “I SAID WHERE IS HE?!” causing Patty to flinch.
Shocked at
her friend’s aggression towards her, Patty instantly began to worry “Err… which
one?”, her reply causing Leah’s face to turn red with anger.
This reply irritating Leah further, she responded “Well obviously not the one
you killed at my house! How did you even get in? No… that conversation we will
have later on. Look, you took two, tell me where they are” tightening her grip
on Patty’s shoulders causing her to yelp.
“Ouch! Stop
pinching me!” Patty brought her arms up and pushed Leah’s hands from her
shoulders “I called you and you said you didn’t have any at home… I thought
they broke in” she reasoned.
“Patty!”
Leah yelled back at her “answer my question! Where are they?”
“Erm… look”
Patty stuttered “One is already gone, the other is upstairs on my bed you can
have him back!”.
Leah felt
the colour drain from her face as she turned and ran upstairs to Patty’s
bedroom, glancing briefly into the filming studio as she ran past.
Bursting
into the bedroom Leah saw a small figure bound on Patty’s bed, body glistening
with moisture. Running forward she gasped as she saw your face.
Seeing Leah
run towards you was like seeing an angel descend from the heavens. Given how
close you had just come to being swallowed alive, you shed some silent tears as
her face dropped towards you.
Kneeling
down, Leah looked into your eyes “Oh my god, are you ok?” she asked? The
concern on her face displaying her true feelings for you.
Feeling
safe for the first time, you reply “Yeh I guess so… can you take these bindings
off me please?” not considering the likelihood that Leah didn’t know what Patty
had done with the knots. Leah pinched one of the bindings with both hands and
pulled it apart to snap it, inadvertently tightening all the knots
simultaneously, contorting your limbs and choking your neck causing you to
writhe in agony. As quickly as it started, it stopped, Leah’s terrified face
looking like she was about burst into tears.
“Oh my god,
I am so sorry! What the hell is this?” lifting your gasping form into her palm
she stormed out of the bedroom and downstairs, finding Patty still by the front
door, her arms crossed over herself looking like a child that had just been
reprimanded. “Patty free him now!” Leah held you out to her, glaring angrily.
Looking at
Leah, Patty let out a frustrated grunt and grabbed you from her palm, walking
you to the kitchen with Leah close behind. Dumping you onto the cold kitchen
benchtop, Patty opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors which she
brought to your frozen form. As the scissors reached your helpless form Patty paused
for a moment and looked down at you, her mind contemplating ‘accidentally’
cutting you in half, before deciding Leah was clearly attached to you and
deciding against such a move. Sliding the tip of the scissors into the central
line that ran down your body, Patty snipped it, the rest of the connection
immediately going slack.
Pulling
yourself free of the bindings, you sat up as Leah shoved Patty out of the way,
eliciting a grunt of annoyance from her. Standing on wobbly legs you stepped
onto the awaiting palm of your saviour, her warm powerful digits wrapping
around you like a protective cocoon.
Leah lifted
you clutched you to her chest before addressing Patty coldly “I’m taking him
home” and without another word she turned her back to her and left her house,
returning to her car. Sitting down and letting out a shaky breath, Leah looked
down at you once more “Are you ok? Did she hurt you?” concern written across
her beautiful face.
Deciding
not to let her stress any further you simply shake your head and lie “No… it
was close, but no I’m fine. But Dave… she killed him” you started as Leah
lifted you and placed you within her soft and cushioned bosom, beckoning you to
continue as she turned the car on and began the drive home.
As you
began the journey back to safety, you described in detail what you had seen in
the video clip, of Dave being used and abused by Patty before meeting his end.
As you go through what you witnessed from beginning to end, you felt Leah’s
heart beat increase, her breathing changing subtly, deeper than it was before
you started. Thinking this is an anger based response you raise your hand and
press it into her chest “it’s ok… it isn’t your fault” you try to comfort her,
your attentions having no impact.
As the adrenaline
finally began to subside you realised how exhausted you were, your eyes
dropping uncontrollably. The warm embrace of Leah’s boobs around you and the
gentle smell of her perfume lulled you into a deep sleep, only awakening when
she got out of the car and walked inside.
Grabbing
your sleeping pod, Leah took you to her room where she gently retrieved your
semi-comatose body from her chest. Lowering you gently to your bed she
whispered to you “You’re safe… sleep. I have to go and have a serious
conversation with Patty about this”.
Seeing you
nod slowly and close your eyes, Leah closed the pod lid and walked back to her
car, climbing in and driving in the darkness back to Patty’s. Unable to get
what you had told her about Dave out of her head Leah felt herself moisten
slightly, imagining the rush she would get from doing that to a tiny.
Feeling
conflicted for a moment as she had actually liked Calum and Dave, Leah quickly
pushed the thought aside, knowing that eventually she would have used them for
her own pleasures ‘I wouldn’t have been able to let them go free afterwards…
what if they got back and told him’ not wanting you to know the darkness
that had been growing inside her.
Parking
outside Patty’s place, Leah walked to the front door and pushed it gently, feeling
it creak open at her touch “Patty” she called “I’m here to talk, ok?” stepping
over the threshold.
Stepping
slowly down the dark corridor, Leah saw that the kitchen lights were on, Patty
sitting at her dining room table with her back to her. “Pat” she called again
as she approached “can we talk please?” entering the kitchen.
Patty was
clearly ignoring Leah, her left elbow on the table with her chin resting in her
palm she looked like a petulant teenager that was in trouble. Stepping around
the table Leah was surprised to see a tiny lying spread eagle on the table, his
arms and legs secured with some sticky tape, visible bruises and cuts across
his body. Looking up at Patty’s face, Leah could tell she had been weeping
“Pat… stop ignoring me”.
Patty was
shocked when Leah pushed her aside and stormed out of her home, instantly
feeling a huge emptiness within herself ‘what the fuck… she supposed to be
my friend’ Patty thought to herself, frustrated that Leah was so up in arms
about a tiny.
Soon the
anger made way to sadness, worried that she had lost one of her closest friends
Patty sat on her couch and dropped her head into her hands, sobbing quietly.
Deciding
she needed to take her feelings out she popped up to her studio and opened a
drawer. Looking down at the last three tiny men she had, they all looked up at
her, confused and concerned about her obvious sadness. Reaching forward she
grabbed one that just frustrated her for some reason, tightening her fist
around him and lifting as she slammed the drawer closed.
Returning
to her kitchen she silently grabbed some tape from a drawer and secured the
tiny man to the table. At this point he started begging her for mercy, his
little shrieks getting on her nerves “Oh my god shut up!” she yelled at him,
bringing her fingers up and curling them back before flicking him hard in his
ballsack. Smiling at the horrified grunting sound as his body contorted in
agony, she began toying with the tiny man, trying to take her frustrations out.
She started
poking him in the ribs, using her nails to scratch at him, pinching his throat
until he gasped for air, gripping his cock between her fingertips and squeezing
until he screamed and thrashed uncontrollably she completely lost track of
time.
After some
time, Patty jumped as she heard her name called ‘Fuck sake…’ she thought
still annoyed at Leah’s reaction ‘… here we go’ ignoring the voice as
she dropped her head into her left palm, bringing her right hand forwards and using
her thumb to grind the tiny man’s knee into the hard table, feeling the joint
threaten to break. Eventually Leah entered the kitchen and walked around to her
left side, telling Patty to stop ignoring her.
Patty gave
the tiny one more good flick in the balls before standing up and glaring at
Leah through puffy red eyes “What you want…” she said in a deadpan voice.
“I came to
talk to you… it’s not ok to break into peoples places and take their stuff”
Leah reprimanded Patty “the two that you killed I were saving… for… I don’t
know, I guess a special occasion, training them I guess. And the other is a
very dear friend… do you have any idea how worried I was!?”
“Friend!?”
Patty spat “Oh come on… I am your friend… that is a fucking bug!” she gestured
angrily “just like this little shit here that I found eating my strawberries
from my garden!” pointing at the tiny man in agony on the table.
“Pat…
listen to me please” Leah started, hoping to diffuse the situation
“No… you
know what, you want this one too? Take him!” reaching down Patty wrapped her
fingers around the still moaning tiny, pulling him up causing the tape to rip
painfully from his limbs. Holding her fist infront of her she gestured to him
“Go on… take them all… that all you care about”
Leah was
struggling internally. On one hand she was so angry that Patty had almost
killed you, her feelings for you having only grown stronger over the previous
few days. On the other hand, imagining the things Leah had done to Calum and
Dave had unexpectedly brought up some deep feelings, something she wanted felt
a need to explore.
Deciding
you would be asleep safely for a while, Leah stepped forwards and slowly
reached her hand up, but instead of placing it under Patty’s fist to collect
the tiny, she wrapped her larger hand around Patty’s daintier digits and glared
into her eyes, Patty’s face suddenly looking confused at the soft touch.
Waiting for
a second, Leah took a step closer to Patty, their faces almost touching.
Looking into Patty’s pretty green eyes, Leah gently clenched her fist,
intentionally increasing the pressure that the tiny was subjected to. Her face
showing no emotion as she could hear the gasping chokes from the tiny man
encased in both their hands, Leah gripped even tighter, hearing the gasps turn
to panicked screams.
Not
breaking eye contact, not even blinking, Leah suddenly clenched her fist as
hard as she could, hearing a brief shriek before a loud crack as the shrinkies spine
snapped. Controlling the situation, Leah lifted their combined fists upwards
until they were between both women’s chins. Still not breaking eye contact Leah
leant forwards and clamped her teeth and lips around the protruding remains of
the tiny, finally releasing her grip on Patty’s hand. As she felt the tiny body
come free she slurped him into her mouth like spaghetti, pushing him to the
back of her throat and swallowing him. Leaning forwards Leah whispered into
Patty’s ear “show me what you did to Dave… right now.”
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