Chapter 3 – The Real Fun Begins
“Ok, next
round is on me” Hannah cheerfully said as she hopped off of her cushioned stool
and skipped over to the bar
Ellen
turning “Damn, that ass…”
“Oh stop
it” groaned Clare
“Jealous?”
Ellen grinned back, winking seductively
“You wish!
Anyway, what’s next do you think?”
“Errrrm…
Hannah’s turn I think” Ellen responded, opening the box and extracting a 3-inch
tiny out “ok, I have an idea, but to make it more fun we are going to make a
bet…”
“Ohhh
interesting, ok go on” replied Clare
“Hannah is
a ditz after a few drinks… I bet you if she sits on this guy here, she won’t
notice until he’s flattened”
“Hmmmm, so
if she notices him and he’s still alive, I win?
“Yep, but
ground rules… no notifying or hinting to her, and the winner / loser is decided
on the tiny’s ability to stand and walk away from the situation… so if he’s
smashed up but still just hanging in there, I win, deal?”
Thinking
for a moment ‘surely Hannah can’t be that oblivious’ “ok, deal – taxi back is on
the loser” she agreed.
“Ok” Ellen
instructed “you’re closer to her so when she puts the tray down on the table,
slip your arm behind her and fling him onto her seat”
“Got it”
holding her hand out as Ellen dropped the guy into her awaiting palm
Giggling to
themselves, Hannah returned to the table, standing infront of her cushioned
stool, she unloaded the three drinks before praising her left foot onto the
foot bar in preparation to sit down. At this moment Clare reached over and
fling the tiny man onto the seat, expecting Hannah’s toned arse to drop down
immediately. Hannah unfortunately picked the tray up and helpfully returned it
to the bar
Cursing,
Hannah went to retrieve the tiny when Ellen stopped her “No, wait… I guarantee
you she won’t have a clue”
Clare
looked at the tiny, who was desperately looking over the edge of the stool for
a way down, seeing none he looked up at Clare and Ellen in resignation,
shouting something at them but they were too far away to hear “Ok, your call!”
said Clare
Bouncing
back from the bar, Hannah positioned herself between the stool and table, the
tiny standing in the centre just looking up at her black pencil skirt clad
arse, no idea what to do. Using the foot bar below, she jumped up and back onto
her chair, landing directly on top of the tiny, instantly smashing him between
her tight arse and the cushion of the stool “So what did I miss?” she asked,
oblivious to her friend’s attempts to not laugh out loud.
“Oh you know,
I was just commenting to Clare how cute the bar girl is”
Clare’s
head snapped round “wh… what do you mean” stuttered Clare
Ellen’s
eyes went wide at the response, only having said that to fill space and not
alert Hannah to the tiny man trapped beneath her butt “well… she is cute… she
clearly thinks you are too by the way”
Clare, in a
rare case of being caught off guard stammered “wh… wait… what… how… why do you
think that?”
Hannah was
giggling “Awww, her first girl crush! Welcome to the club!”
“No, no, no”
Replied Clare “Ellen’s full of shit, she’s just saying that”
“No babe I
really am not, she’s been boring holes into the back of your head since you
wiped that guy from my tits… It’s your flustered reaction that I find
interesting” she grinned, leaning forwards and resting her chin on her hand,
leering at Clare
“Ok guys,
enough… We all know that I like my action the way I like it… alright?”
Ellen was
only into female company (tiny men excepted on a ‘temporary’ basis), Hannah was
openly bi, finding both men and women attractive, although still ate into some
prince charming bullshit that kept her heading into bad relationships with men.
Clare however had not really found herself enamoured much by women, preferring
the company of men in a romantic sense, so the strange tingling she felt now
confused her slightly.
“Ok”
allowed Ellen “My bad! Anyway, how is the second tiny doing?”
Hannah
exclaimed “which one!?”
“The one
smothered into Clare’s boob obviously” replied Ellen
“Oh yeh, I
forgot about him!” giggled Hannah, crossing one leg over the other and grinding
the tiny unknowingly
‘Fuck, I
think I may have lost this bet’ Clare shook her head, knowing that was Ellen’s
way of probing to see if Hannah had any idea
“Let’s see
if he’s still kicking” requested Ellen
Complying,
Clare undid the top buttons of her shirt and pulled her crop top forwards,
exposing the man plastered to her boob – not moving “oh shit, I might have
suffocated him”
Hannah
leant forwards, raising her bum from her stool and plucking the tiny from
Clare’s right breast – as he peeled off, a patch of sticky viscous fluid
remained just below Clare’s nipple “oh my god, babe, I think he maybe jizzed on
you” turning the man and licking his front “salty… yep he blew a load” before
sitting back down on the hapless man beneath her.
“Bastard,
that’s what I get for not paying attention” Clare complained “is he still
alive?”
Not sure
how to check, she handed him to Ellen, who lay him on the table and brought her
ear down onto his chest. After listening for a minute Ellen sat up “he’s
breathing, but it sounds laboured… he must have struggled to get enough air
stuck between that perky boob of yours and the tight top – he’s probably done
for”
“Ok then,
time to cut us down to 8 I guess!” Clare grinned
“Hey! Surely
its my turn” pouted Hannah “I haven’t had one yet!” as she frustratingly
bounced up and down in her seat like a petulant teenager
Pausing for
a moment, Clare and Ellen erupted in laughter, leaving Hannah confused and
annoyed
“Its not
funny guys!” Hannah was getting really frustrated now, crossing her arms and
frowning
“Sta… stand
up please” wheezed Ellen
“Why?”
“Please
just do it” begged Clare, still chuckling
As Hannah
stood up, Clare and Ellen leant towards her stool. Confused, Hannah looked
down, seeing the body of a shrinky in the centre of the cushion. He was
breathing, but his arms and legs were twisted in weird angles, and he didn’t
appear to be conscious “Are you fucking kidding me?? So I get one but don’t
even know? That’s not fair!” stomped Hannah
“Woo I
win!” Ellen punched the air, grinning
“Yeh… I
think you might have” sighed Clare “Ok Hannah, next one is yours too – we were
just being silly, sorry, hun”
Hannah
smiled and calmed down, peeling the tiny from her stool and dropping him on the
table infront of her “Ok, well how long was he under there anyway?”
“Errrrm
since you sat down, so like five minutes I guess” replied Ellen
“Hmm”
pouted Hannah “they don’t usually last that long, and that’s when I’ trying to
prolong it! He must have been tough”
“Doesn’t
look it now” stated Clare, looking down at the bug that had violated her boob
“this guy however, definitely isn’t that tough” and with that she dropped him
in the remainder of her drink, swishing him around before tipping it into her
mouth, snapping her lips shut”
Swishing
around in the glass, the sudden submergence into alcohol prompted the tiny to
wake up and start manically thrashing, trying not to breathe in the drink as he
was dumped into the titanic woman’s mouth. Feeling him moving, Clare swallowed
her drink around him, opening her lips and dangling her tongue out of her
mouth, the tiny lying face down, coughing as he tried to extract air from his
alcohol soaked environment.
Giggling at
the man’s plight, Ellen didn’t notice Amy approach the table until she had
sidled up to Clare and asked them “Hey guys, would you like me to prep another
round for you?” Clare jumped at hearing the voice next to her left and, turning
towards the sound, gave Amy a clear view of the man lying prostrate on her
tongue. Looking at him, her lips parted slightly as she raised her eyes to meet
Clare’s.
Ellen
playfully slapped Clare’s shoulder, the impact causing Clare’s tongue to shoot
back into her mouth and engaging her swallow reflex, causing her to gag a bit
as he was pulled down her throat, screaming.
Looking up
at Amy, she paused for a moment before replying “errm… yes, please… thanks”
lowering her eyes and blushing, fiddling with the hem of her shirt
Amy paused
a moment ‘damn that was hot’ before answering “ok no worries” smacking a smile
on her lips, she glanced at the other two before heading to the bar
Ellen leant
forward slowly, cheekily trying to get Clare to meet her eyes “I toooolllddd youuuuuu” she sung
Hannah
leant forward and pushed Ellen away “Hey don’t be mean!”
“Just
playing” Ellen giggled, sitting back “now, what about your one?”
Feeling her
heart beat slowing back down, Clare rejoined the conversation “Yeh Hannah,
going to finish him or what?”
“What’s the
point?” she asked sadly… “I didn’t get to have any fun with him”
“Ok tell
you what” Ellen offered “you get another one… if I get to play too”
“Play
what…” Hannah cautiously answered
“Pick one
and follow me”
Hannah
opened the box and grabbed a small 2-incher, gripping him in her fist, still a
bit sullen
“Alright,
Clare we will be right back ok?” Ellen stood and circumvented the table,
standing over Hannah. Grabbing the twitching tiny from the table who regained
consciousness, she crouched and prodded Hannah’s right ankle “pop it out
please”
Hannah
obliged, lifting her foot and flexing her exposed light blue painted toes,
popping her heel from the beige high heel Ellen dropped the near broken tiny
into the shoe and stood again
“Ok, follow
me, if you would” Ellen grinned as Hannah got to her feet. The tiny man slid
down the insole, face up staring at her sole, smooth due to her flexed toes
pulling the skin tight, until his crumpled legs hit her flexed arch where it
met the insole - blocking him from slipping further into her shoe. Hannah
lowered her foot back into its shoe, the tight skin turning wrinkled as she now
scrunched her toes, causing her arch to rise slightly, allowing his legs to
slide beneath the ball of her foot until they reached the gap beneath her toes.
Standing and putting weight on her foot, the tiny lower man’s legs were squeezed
hard, causing him to yell in pain, this too cut short as her wrinkled arch
smothered his face. Taking her first step her ball crushed his
legs, her arch still smothering him preventing the screams from leaving his
mouth. His agony didn’t last long however, after a few steps, the pummelling
pressure of her sole resulted in his bones breaking, soon after he fully
expired unable to get enough air. Ellen
led Hannah to one of the private rooms. Due to the beautiful view this place
had, the private rooms were rarely in use unless it was heavily occupied.
Pulling the curtain closed and giving them privacy, Ellen offered to clean Hannah’s
foot for her. Thanking her, Hannah popped her foot from her shoe and facing
away from Ellen, raised her foot, displaying the mangled body and blood
splatter
Ellen took
a napkin from the table and spat onto it, before turning back to Hannah and
wiping her foot off slowly and caringly.
“Ok, so
what do you want to do with him?” Hannah asked as Ellen, dangling the tiny man
in her dainty fingers infront of her face, as Ellen threw the tissue into the
bin.
Approaching
Hannah slowly, Ellen lowered her large butt into a squat and kissed Hannah on
her toned tummy, working her way up kissing her, she reached her perky breasts and
paused, looking up to make eye contact. Seeing Hannah getting into it, she rose
slowly, approaching her lips. As Hannah leant forwards to receive the impending
kiss, Ellen instead tilted her head back, looking straight up at Hannah’s hand
holding the tiny. Winking at her, she gently held Hannah’s wrist and guided the
morsel to her now gaping maw. Feeling the tiny’s feet touch her tongue, she
slowly closed her lips, encapsulating Hannah’s knuckles, before pulling back
and slurping to pull the tiny from her grip. Standing up and stepping backwards
away from Hannah, Ellen opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, displaying
the shrinky who tried rushing towards her lips, hoping for escape. Ellen let
him get half way out before snapping her teeth down on his mid-section, hard
enough to pin him but not cut him in half.
Beckoning Hannah to her with her finger, Hannah
obliged, opening her lips and taking his upper half into her mouth as the
girl’s lips met.
Meanwhile
in the bar Clare was staring out towards the view of the city, trying to figure
out why she turned into a deer in the headlights when Amy came over. Wondering
where the other girls had gotten to, she was about to stand and go to find
them, when once again appeared Amy, this time with three more martinis on a
tray.
Placing
them on the table she looked at Clare and said “Hey… erm… these are on the
house for you guys”
“Erm…
thanks” replied Clare, not able to meet her gaze.
Sensing
there was something in the air between them, but Clare clearly feeling unable
to do anything, Amy leant forward and gently placed a folded piece of paper on
the table, tapping the top of it “Its my number… you know… encase you need
anything” Amy smiled at her bashfully “Err… can I get you anything else?” she
smiled, making Clare’s pulse jump
“Err no I
think we are good for now thanks… just waiting for those two to act their age”
she tried to deflect
“Aww, its
sweet, I think its nice for people to show how they feel…” she trailed off
“Anyway, gotta go, but yeah let me know if you need anything!” and before
waiting for a reply Amy scurried away.
‘Fuck’
thought Clare ‘what am I doing?’
Back in the
private room, Hannah and Ellen had been passionately making out, trading the
tiny man between their mouths, sucking him back and forth and abusing him with
their tongues.
After a few
minutes Hannah pushed away from Ellen, who currently had the tiny in her maw,
only his head and one arm protruding. Ellen looking confused and tilting her
head she asked “Whts hmpf?” unable to really move her lips due to the tiny
caught between them
“What’s
up?” replied Hannah “I told you I didn’t want this to happen. I just want to
have a night out where we don’t hook up!”
Ellen
looked crestfallen and spat the guy into her hand, clenching her fist to
immobilise him, dropping her hand to her side “Hannah… I’m sorry, I’m not
trying to be difficult… but…”
“But you
are!” Hannah interrupted “You don’t want anything serious, but you keep me on
the hook… it’s not fair… the first few times I thought you felt something for
me, but you’ve made it clear you don’t ,you don’t want to commit to anything! I
want something more than physical, I want emotion, and a… a relationship…”
looking down she continued “and I know that isn’t what you want, so this needs
to stop, so I can move on”
Ellen felt
a small tear pool in the corner of her eye, trying hard to blink it away she
responded “Han… that isn’t the case at all” gulping deeply as Hannah looked up
into her eyes “I care about you… but you’ve always talked about wanting a ‘man’
to provide for you. I just didn’t know how to move on from that, and all I
could think of was to hold on to you as hard as I could” a lone tear rolling
down her cheek
Hannah
stepped forwards, breathing deep “so all this time…”
“Yes” Ellen
responded, trying not to cry
“Babe… I
always wanted you more than anything else… talking about a ‘man’ was just… I
don’t even know… men are pricks!”
Ellen giggled, a second tear rolling down her
face.
Hannah
leant in, wiping the wet streaks from her face, and kissing her on the lips and
grasping her face in both her hands. They kissed long and hard, feeling a deep
connection for the first time, that they both wanted this. After a minute
Hannah pulled away slowly, glancing at the tiny still stuck in Ellen’s grasp
“so… what do you want to do with him?” she smiled lightly
“What do
you want me to do with him?” Ellen responded, grinning happily
“I want you
to feed him to me, like a grape on a vine” Hannah asked
“I can
manage that” Ellen responded, placing her left hand on Hannah’s neck, tilting
her head back gently as she lifted the tiny, unwrapping her hand and holding
him by the leg as she moved him over Hannah’s open mouth
The tiny
man saw what was happening and started screaming, flailing his limps as best he
could despite the blood rushing to his head causing him discomfort
Positioning
him above Hannah’s head, Ellen leant in, moving her hand to the back of
Hannah’s head and started kissing her neck gently, lowering the tiny.
Hannah felt
Ellen grasping her neck gently, tilting her head back. Hannah opened her mouth
in anticipation, awaiting her first offering from the woman she had lusted
after all these years. With the man hanging above her open maw, Hannah felt
Ellen move in and kiss her neck, causing her to exhale in trepidation – this
only serving to panic the little snack.
Ellen
lowered the tiny into his doom, holding herself back from being forceful, and
letting Hannah take control for the first time in a long time. Pausing the tiny
man’s descent, letting him get a good view of his destination, Ellen felt
Hannah’s hand grasp hers gently, pulling it down further until he was in her
mouth with his face resting on her tongue.
Closing her
lips slowly, Hannah felt Ellen’s finger tips on the outside of her lips, still
grasping his leg. Sucking hard, she pulled the tiny from Ellen’s grasp and
started sloshing him around her mouth, slamming him into her teeth and palate.
Seeing Ellen’s face gazing lustfully, Hannah leant forwards towards the side of
Ellen’s head stopping beside to her ear, opening her mouth slightly so Ellen
could hear his screams. Feeling Ellen tense up in anticipation, Hannah returned
to Ellen’s face and kissed her again, their tongues exploring each other’s
mouths and battering the tiny man between them. Ellen leant back slightly,
parting their lips which were closed, exposing the naked midriff of the man
hanging between them, his upper torso in Ellen’s mouth whilst Hannah held his
lower half. Opening her lips, Ellen released his body, causing him to flop
forwards onto Hannah’s chin. Hannah began slurping him back into her mouth like
a noodle, grabbing Ellen’s right hand and placing it on her neck so Ellen was
gently gripping her throat.
Hannah had
slurped him back so that only his head was protruding from her pursed lips,
watching in horror as Ellen’s left hand rose with her second finger pointing at
his face. Slowly pushing her hand forward, Ellen placed her finger tip on his
face and gently pushed until with a ‘plop’ he popped into Hannah’s mouth.
Hannah sucked hard, removing all air, saliva, and space from her mouth,
constricting the tiny morsel for a few moments. Once she felt his attempted
wriggling cease, she opened her mouth, revealing him to Ellen, lying prostrate
on her tongue disoriented from being inside the crushing vacuum.
Hannah
tilted her head back slightly, keeping her lips open as wide as she could in an
‘O’ shape, her tongue wriggled and guided her prey to the back of her mouth.
Slipping off the back of her tongue, the tiny managed to regain some strength
and look up, past her lips into the brown eyes of the giantess across from his
tormentor. As he hit the entrance to her throat, Hannah swallowed hard still
keeping her lips parted, the entrance to his tomb opening up and her muscles
grabbing him, dragging him down towards her stomach.
Ellen
watched as Hannah opened her mouth, with the tiny man lying face down on her
tongue, helpless to defend himself. Her tongue began moving beneath him as her
head tilted up slightly, guiding him towards his demise. Hannah kept her mouth
open the entire time, and as he slid off the back of her tongue into her
waiting throat, his face finally rose, meeting Ellen’s eyes, a look of pure
terror in his, and pure delight in hers. Ellen was impressed when she saw him
disappear down her throat, Hannah managing to keep her mouth open for the whole
thing, allowing her to witness the show. Feeling a bulge in Hannah’s throat as
he passed to his end, Ellen leant in and kissed her once more.
Clare was
about to get up and go looking for her friends when she saw them emerge from a
back room ‘are they holding hands’
As they
retook their seats at the table, Ellen turned to Clare “Ok, so… no need to make
a big deal out of it but…”
Hannah
jumped in “We’re officially dating!” smiling massively
“Aww, you
guys!” Clare replied “Come here” and hugged them both “finally I can sidestep
this sexual tension you two have been building for years!”
“Oh shut
up!” Ellen exclaimed “also, funny for you to be talking about sexual tension
given our current setting…”
“Piss off!”
growled Clare
“Ok!” Ellen
held her hands up “we have 6 left, I vote we use one more here, then head back
to my place”
Hannah
nodded agreement and Clare asked “who gets the last one?”
Ellen
jumped in “I would love to see you smash one under your butt… any chance?”
Hannah
chimed in “Ohhh yeh, do that” as she grabbed the box and reached in, grabbing a
tiny 1-incher, handing him to Clare
“Ok then,
that’s a pretty unanimous response!” Clare laughed
“Can I do
the honours?” Ellen asked, winking to Hannah implying she should play along
“Err… sure”
Clare replied
Ellen
looked at the bar and saw Amy serving a customer, finally taking payment on the
card machine “Ok, stand up a bit please”
Clare
pushed off the stool, raising her faux leather leggings from the cushion below
by a few inches.
“Any time
today?” she asked
Ellen used
her peripheral vision to note when Amy looked over, and shoved the tiny beneath
Clare’s buttocks “Ok, he’s all yours”
Clare slowly
lowered herself letting her weight drop down, feeling him beneath her,
struggling for air, as he was sandwiched between her gargantuan arse and the
cushion below. Not wanting to waste much time, Clare held the table and started
grinding her hips forward and back, then side to side, and finally in circles,
grinding the tiny feeling his bones cracking, until he goes still “Well that
was easy” she chided Ellen, not wanting to bloody her leggings, she tilts her
pelvis and fishes around for him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him out.
Holding him infront of her face, she giggled at how pathetic he was, literally
a small lap dance had almost killed him, most definitely leaving him
incapacitated. Deciding to be merciful she dropped him into her palm and closed
her fist, easily encapsulating him fully, and with that she squeezed him.
Starting gently, she increased the pressure slowly but steadily, at one point
feel him try to wriggle in some desperate final ‘fight or flight’ moment,
before the pressure overcame him and ‘CRUNCH’ – Clare opened her fist above her
empty glass letting his crushed and bloody body fall into it.
“I know”
Ellen winked at her “Well… time to go?”