Chapter 2 – To the Bar!
Friday
Evening – present day
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”.
“Ohhh that
sounds good” beamed Ellen “we didn’t have enough time to play with that one
properly”
“Ellen
you’re insatiable!” giggled Hannah
“Meh” Ellen
shrugged “it’s been a while, I swear they’re getting harder to find in my area”
With that,
the beautiful trio discussed the events of their weeks as they started the
journey to the bar.
Hannah’s
boyfriend had cheated on her with his secretary, as soon as she found out she
dumped him, praying he would contract the virus and end up in her clutches.
Ellen had a brief fling with a girl she met at the local coffee shop, it was
fun but not something she wanted to commit to, and so the two had eventually
lost contact. Clare on the other hand had a pretty good week, walking into the
office to a promotion along with a nice office, she had no interest in dating
at this time and was keen to focus on herself. Booking a two week trip to Bali
next month to a yoga retreat.
Reaching
the bar with at the top of the hill, they were rewarded with a beautiful view
of the Sydney Harbor with the sun setting and the lights and neon signs of the
skyscrapers switching on.
“Ok you
guys grab a table, first round’s on me” Clare offered as she walked towards the
bar
“Sweet,
I’ll grab the next ones” Hannah chimed in.
Finding a raised
table at the edge of the deck, next to the fence, Hannah sat on the left and
Ellen the right, leaving the middle seat for Clare. From their vantage point overlooking
the city, Ellen and Hannah chatted idly whilst their friend returned a few
minutes later “I ordered us martinis, the waitress will be them over for us.
Also… she’s a friend of a friend, and they have some shrinkies hidden in the
back”
“Ohhh how
many, and how much each??” enquired Ellen
“She didn’t
say how many but did ask for $100 each, I knocked her down to $80”
“Wow that’s
so cheap!” exclaimed Hannah “I heard they went for several hundred at the
moment!”
“Well I
guess they hold no value… so worth what people will pay for it – aaaannnd not
many people buy them if they know where to look to find them for free. This
area has loads of places for them to hide so there’s more of the pests here
than in other parts of the city.” explained Clare “So, how many do we want?”
“Would she
give us a bulk discount on say… ten?” asked Ellen
“Ten!? Wow it
really has been a while for you hasn’t it” winked Hannah
“Oh god, I
know that ‘you’” Clare pointed to Hannah “just got cheated on by a guy
that ‘we’” she pointed to herself and Ellen “warned you about, and that ‘you’”
she pointed at Ellen “are just an insatiable lust machine – but could the pair
of you not get flirty!”
“Ouch, that
was mean” Hannah sat back with a frown
“Ignore
her, she’s just frustrated that she decided to spend time working over having
her ‘needs’ attended to” giggled Ellen
“Well
forgive me for making bank!” laughed Clare “and I do get my needs attended to.
Just Wednesday night I found a little guy scurrying around on the train. Took
him home, made him rub my feet until he gave out. That was a need met!”
“Gave out?”
questioned Hannah
“He got
tired and couldn’t rub hard enough, so I put him between my feet and used him
like a massage roller… He didn’t last too long unfortunately” sighed Clare
The drinks
were brought to the table by the waitress, a young mid-twenty something blonde
with big blue eyes, a sharp face but with a wide mouth and plump lips. Sporting
a slim but toned physique with a bubble but that put Hannah to shame, and
large-ish boobs that held up nicely. Clare enquired about a bulk offer and the
young girl leant in and whispered something in reply.
“Hmm ok, be
right back ladies” Clare said as she rose from the table and followed the
waitress into the back store room
Turning to
Ellen, Hannah stated “We can’t sleep with eachother again … I want to find a
nice guy that’ll take care of me, and I can’t do that thinking about that ‘thing’
you do…”
Smiling
seductively Ellen replied “No worries, that ‘thing’” she emphasized “that I do
will stay well away… until you beg me to do it anyway”
“Oh hah,
hah – I can actually exert some level of control over myself I’ll have you
know”
“Believe it
when I see it” laughed Ellen
Meanwhile
in the store room
“Ok”
started the young waitress letting her hair flow from the bun it was tied up
in, down her back almost to her well-toned, black legging-clad buttocks. She shook
her hair out and re-styled her hair into a pony-tail “so ten is $800 all up,
but I can do $600 as a favor”
“That’s
amazing, thanks!” chirped Clare “but just out of curiosity, where do you get
them all?”
“Bar work pays average, and modelling is up and down, so I work part time at
that tiny hotel facility ‘Star City Resort” the waitress explained “We
frequently have to turf people out because their partners never come to pick
them up. Me and one of the managers decided rather than chucking them on the
street where they’ll just die, why not keep them and sell them. We split
everything 50/50, and everyone’s happy… well almost everyone” she laughed. “I
also have an OnlyFans account where I torture the little bugs and that pulls
some money in too”
“Gotta
admire the side hustle on you, sister” applauded Clare
“Thanks”
smiled the young blonde “the name is Amy… actually could you do me a quick
favour please?”
“Sure,
what’s up Amy?”
“A donor on
my page asked for a specific video a few minutes ago, and I don’t like keeping
the fans waiting, would you mind taking a quick video for me?”
Intrigued,
Clare replied “sure thing” taking the phone from Amy’s hand. As she accessed
the camera, the waitress opened a cupboard, revealing half a dozen shrinkies in
a glass jar. Reaching in and grabbing one four-inch tiny roughly by the leg,
she pulled her hand out and beckoned Clare over to a plain white wall.
“Wait, I
should ask - are you ok with violent shit?” checked Amy
“The bloodier
the better” replied Clare with a grin
“Ok so just
hold the camera about half a meter from my face, at head height with the flash
on. Try not to move the camera when I get going”
“Understood”
confirmed Clare as she held the camera up and started recording, winking and
nodding at Amy to let her know she could commence
“Well now…
a big thanks sure are in order” Amy groaned in a deep and seductive voice,
moving her head slowly around “I should be nice and show my appreciation to my
number one fan, I hope this little guy doesn’t mind” she pouted as she raised
the inverted shrinky into the frame, bringing him to her nose and sniffing him
slowly and deeply “ohhhh yummy” she licked her lips
‘Wow, she’s
good’ thought Clare, impressed at the sensual and erotic display unfolding
infront of her
Lifting the
little man above her so he was suspended just above her forehead, Amy slowly looked
up and opened her mouth, strings of saliva stretching between her teeth and
gums briefly before collapsing, until her jaw was locked as wide as it would go
‘She could
swallow him whole with that!’ thought Clare, feeling her temperature rise as
she witnessed the display
Looking
straight into the eyes of the tiny, Amy used a mock comforting voice “don’t be
scared little one, I promise I don’t bite… much” she grinned. Re-opening her
mouth the its full extent, she released the leg sending the tiny man crashing
down and landing face first on her tongue. Quickly snapping her lips closed,
she slowly slurped the morsel’s legs into her mouth. Looking directly at the
camera she started rubbing her head, neck, and chest – moaning deeply whilst
sloshing her prey around her mouth.
After
assaulting him with her tongue for around half a minute, she opened her mouth
slightly, it was possible with the flash on to see the terrified little man
lying across her tongue with his legs on one set of molars and head resting on
the other. Seeing the light flood in, he threw himself towards her lips, and
began crawling out of her mouth in a desperate escape attempt. When his chest
and arms were free, Amy sprung her trap and slammed her teeth down, hard enough
to cause him to cry out but not enough to cut him in half, trapping his abdomen
between them “uh, uh, naugh’y ‘ittle guy” she purred looking down her nose at
him, mumbling a bit as she couldn’t move her jaw.
Looking
back up at the camera she sealed her lips around him and started sucking back
into her maw. Once his head popped back inside, leaving his arms protruding,
still trying to pull himself out, she started in earnest. Without blinking or
flinching in any way, staring straight into the camera, she began chewing. The
camera was able to capture the sounds made – a mix of loud crunches and snaps,
mingled with blood curdling screams as his arms started jerking uncontrollably.
As she kept chewing, the sound of screams was abruptly ended and, holding both
hands on either side of her neck, she slurped the arms into her maw, tilted her
head back and s-wallowed with a loud ‘GULP’. Looking back down, she opened her
mouth wide, showing traces of blood but nothing more “thanks again” she purred
as she stepped closer to the camera until her face filled the screen “and keep
safe out there… we wouldn’t want you to end up in my clutches… or would we?”
she winked, giving Clare a thumbs up to let her know she could stop recording
now.
Clare
stopped recording “wow… that was… hot”
“Thanks”
Beamed Amy, spitting some blood out onto the floor before swigging some water
from a glass she kept conveniently nearby “I appreciate you not moving the
camera!”
“No
worries, but erm… could I get a copy of that? Just for personal viewing of
course”
“Hmm, ok I
guess so, but please don’t put it anywhere. My fans need to keep coming to me
if I am to get paid!” she requested
“Of course!”
Clare assured her as Amy airdropped the video to Clare’s phone
“Well enjoy
your drinks, and these” Amy happily said as she handed a box to Clare.
“Will do,
see you back out there!” and with that Clare walked back into the bar area,
feeling the need to touch one of her new toys she made a beeline for the
bathroom.
About to
follow the patron Amy paused, watching the toned yoga figure walk ahead of her.
Feeling a little hot under the collar she thought to herself ‘maybe I should
have grabbed her number’, feeling a lust she knew she couldn’t satisfy whilst
at work. Turning towards the cupboard once again, she quickly walked over,
opening the door and reviewing the remaining shrinkies trapped in their jar.
Thinking about what she was going to do, she analyzed the best size, deciding
on the small 1-incher ‘I guess I don’t want to be too distracted’ she thought
as she reached in and plucked him out. Walking towards the door, she looked
down, snaking her hand down the tight t-shirt covering her ripped abs, and pulled
her leggings and panties away from her. Without braking stride she lowered the
little man, placing him on her underwear infront of her moist snatch, and
without saying a word released the underwear and legwear. Feeling his body
pinned against her, wriggling, she smiled and walked back into the bar.
Meanwhile,
Clare walked into a stall and closed the door, opening the lid of the box she
grabbed the first one-inch tiny she saw and removed him, resealing the box and
putting it on the floor. Standing upright and holding him up to her face “You
think you were squeezed in tightly in there? Check this…” and with that she
opened her mesh shirt and pulled her crop top forward exposing her right
breast, her nipple already erect from the experience with Amy. Lowering the
tiny to her right nipple she ordered “hold on, or fall into a toilet… your
choice”. To the tiny, that wasn’t even a choice, and he grabbed hold of the
nipple like the metaphorical life raft that it was. Smirking at the pathetic
attempt to save himself, Clare released her crop top, letting the skin tight
fabric snap back and painfully pin the shrinky into place. Grinning, she headed
back to her friends.
Back
in the bar
Talking for
a bit longer about work stuff, they noticed Clare leave the store room and head
to the toilets
“Swear that
girl has a bladder the size of a golf ball” commented Ellen, causing Hannah to
giggle.
A few
minutes later Clare returned to the table with a small cardboard box “$600 for
the ten – bulk deal!” she happily commented, placing the box on the table and
opening the lid and revealing shrinkies wedged in like sardines in a can. The
girls were happy to see a good variety of sizes with the smallest looking to be
one inch, and the largest just shy of six.
Looking
down, the three giantesses started thinking what they could do with so many
little toys.
“Wait, you
said ten” stated Ellen “I only count nine”
“Yeh… that
one from the ferry really got me going but it was just over too fast. This one
is in a much more secure location”
“Butt… no,
wait… boob!” guessed Ellen as she grabbed Clare by the right breast, feeling a
small bump that started wriggling at her touch “nailed it!”
“Damn,
you’re good!” laughed Clare as Hannah reached into the box and seized a
three-inch tiny by his arm and lifted him up to her face
“We going
to play with some here then take the rest back to one of our places?” Hannah
asked
“Yeh I need
could handle a few drinks here, but have wine at my place if we want to head
back after” Ellen replied, and removed her tight fitting sweater to reveal a
blue wrap blouse, struggling to hold her F-cup sized boobs back.
“Sounds
good to me” agreed Clare “so little guy, which one of us do you think is
hottest?”
Gulping
deeply and still suspended in the air, the little man thought to himself ‘shit,
that’s the most loaded question I’ve ever heard “well… it’s hard to tell from
here, could let me go please?”
“Sure”
Hannah grinned “letting go” and with that released her fingers, sending the
shrinky plummeting down onto the table, landing roughly.
“Argh!” he
moaned “poor choice of words”
“What’s
your name, bug?” Clare asked flatly as she put the lid on the box and pushed it
to the other side of the table
“I’m Clint,
and may I know the names of you three equally beautiful ladies?” he said in a low,
charming voice.
“Oh bloody
hell” groaned Ellen burying her face in her hands, whilst Hannah laughed.
Clare
looked decidedly unimpressed “I think we’ve already heard enough from you, bug”
and slammed her left hand down onto him, grabbing him roughly by the torso and
shaking him back and forth
“Easy!”
exclaimed Hannah from her left “don’t break him yet, we still need to have some
fun”
“Fine”
allowed Clare “Ellen – you wanted ten, I guess the first is yours!” and with
that she leant to her right, tugging Ellen’s blouse with her right hand,
pulling it away slightly and exposing her cleavage.
“Wow – at
least you bought me a drink first” laughed Ellen as Clare’s left hand with the
tiny disappeared between her voluptuous breasts, burying him deep. Removing her
hand more gently, she pulled the fabric back into place
“Can you
feel him?” Hannah asked “I mean, that’s probably… relatively speaking, like two
elephants smashing into him”
“Wow”
pouted Ellen in mock hurt “I’ll just let you calling me an elephant slide, this
time!”
“She’s not
wrong” reasoned Clare “can you even feel him? I did shove him pretty deep”
“Yeh he’s
wriggling around, probably wont last long without some air though”
“Well, he’s
your toy, hun… do what you will, we have another 9” allowed Clare
“Yeh ok
then” chirped Ellen as she pulled the fabric of her blouse apart a bit,
exposing her cleavage once again, facing across the table from Hannah and
leaning forwards slightly “be a doll and fish him out would you”
“If I must”
Sighed Hannah, smiling and leaning forwards using her left hand to pry the F-cup
size breasts apart, her right diving in and searching for the little guy. Grasping
him by the arm she began pulling him out, he was halfway to freedom, with just
his hips buried when at this point Ellen swatted Hannah’s left hand away,
causing the release of her boobs which slammed together and buried him up to
his neck. Her left hand touched Hannah’s right hand that was still grasping the
tiny “that’s far enough thank you” winking at Hannah
“Sure
thing!” looking down at the tiny “I hope you appreciate your situation – most
people would kill to be buried in there” sitting back and retracting her hand
The tiny
could barely breathe, the crushing weight of her breasts smothered him and
completely cocooned around his body, pressing it to the point of
immobilization. Gasping for air his face began to turn red, he was frantically
glancing back and forth between the grimly satisfied face of the dark haired
yoga babe and the cute blonde who was giggling like a little girl. As he felt
darkness start to claim him, his captor pulled her voracious chest apart,
releasing him up to his waist.
Coughing
heavily and gasping in mouthfuls of air he looked up, seeing her face peer down
at him, a satisfied smile on her huge lips.
Looking
down at her prisoner, Ellen couldn’t help but smile at the situation ‘god, men
are so pathetic’ she thought as she released her boobs, causing them to smash
together once again, burying the tiny to his neck ‘the world would be a better
place if they were all this size!’. Looking up she grabbed her drink and took a
sip, placing it down again before once more pulling her chest apart, exposing
the tiny man and allowing him the gift of air. Clare had grabbed her phone to
reply to an email, but Ellen was acutely aware of Hannah staring intently at
the tiny man. Deciding to play with him a bit more and tease Hannah, Ellen this
time slowly pressed her boobs together, rolling their weight up the pathetic
man’s waist, torso, shoulders, and this time past his head. Not stopping she
pressed her boobs together, feeling the tiny trying to move but ultimately
doomed. Glancing up she saw Hannah biting her lower lip, and deciding to
continue the show, she pried her breasts apart, looking down on him both
literally and figuratively “ok bug, time to go squish!” and with that she
applied pressure lower on the sides of her boobs, rolling them patiently up his
body this time applying further weight. As she got covered his torso she paused
a few seconds, smiling as he gasped for air whilst she looked towards her two
friends “count down?” she asked
“Oh of
course, lets go from 5” said Clare, and with that she and Hannah counted down
“5…”
Ellen
looked back down at her prey, her breasts rolled up his chest like a slow
moving trash compactor
“4…”
Over his
shoulders, the tiny man truly started panicking, throwing his head around as it
that was going to free him from this tomb
“3…”
His face
was now sandwiched between her soft yet relentless skin, unable to move,
turning red from the blood being forced into his head
“2…”
Her boobs
rolled over his head, burying him in darkness, continuing until he was deep
within the chasm
“1!” They
sang out together
Ellen began
rubbing her boobs together, up, down, and shaking her chest to grind him
between them. Imagining the fear that he would be feeling was turning her on,
making her want to end his pathetic existence. Feeling his body begin to brake,
a warm wet feeling spread through her cleavage, she pressed on relentlessly
grinding him ensuring his destruction before releasing herself. Prying her
breasts further apart she revealed his broken body, blood lining her cleavage.
Clare grabbed a napkin and spat on it before grabbing his remains and rubbing
his juice from Ellen’s skin.
“Well done,
girl!” proclaimed Hannah
“Yeh that
was pretty hot” agreed Clare
“1 down… 9
to go” Ellen stated as she reconfigured her upper layer, containing her
monstrous bust within.