This was supposed to be Timmy’s story, the tale of a seven-year-old boy’s second chance at life with a small, loving family who had the means to make his every dream a reality. Unfortunately, nobody told Daniel that when he pushed Timmy’s social worker down the stairs the night before he was due to be chaperoned to his new home with his adoptive family.

Daniel was a fifteen-year-old delinquent with short, messy black hair, blue eyes and a penchant for getting himself into trouble, especially where little people were concerned… really little people. Daniel had heard the stories his history teacher had droned on about, regarding the shrinking pandemic from decades before he was born. He’d listen to the man go on and on about how they were no different than we were and how they deserved to live normal lives the same as anybody else. What a load of shit that was. Truth be told, the only lessons Daniel really perked up for were the ones about inter-size genocide and how normal sized people would find ways to get their hands on tinies to torture and kill them in all manner of unspeakable ways. Those were Daniels favourite lessons; they gave him all sorts of wicked ideas.

Ideas like the ones he was very much looking forward to testing out on his soon to be new family, not that they knew he was coming. They were expecting that runt from the micro section of the orphanage, the one he’d overheard everyone talking about last night before he hatched this brilliant scheme. Supposedly, he was being adopted by one of the richest micro families in the world, too good an opportunity to miss.

Fortunately, there was only one full-time social worker at their orphanage who knew the inner workings of the place and whenever she needed a helping hand or took time off they’d bring in temps, always a different one every time, none of them familiar with the kids or their prospective families.

It was one such temp at the wheel of the car Daniel was riding shotgun in right now, currently making idle chit chat with him as they drove through the winding countryside to the estate where he was to meet his new family of victims. She was completely oblivious to the fact that after pushing their social worker down the stairs he’d stolen the keys to the office and switched Timmy’s file with his own, otherwise it’d be that pathetic little insect making his way to paradise right now instead of him. He’d had half a mind to use the keys to gain entry to the micro section of the orphanage too so he could pay the boy a visit, but that wouldn’t have gone unnoticed, so he’d decided to have patience.

The only thing he had to worry about right now was how he was going to dispatch the temp once they got to their destination. She was bound to want to see him inside to do a proper handover with the family, who were bound to notice that the colossal Daniel was definitely not the tiny Timmy. That problem soon solved itself though, as halfway to the estate the temp received a phone call stating that there was suspicion of foul play with the social worker and they were to return back to the orphanage immediately. Daniel’s blood froze at the word they, but the woman must have read the terror on his face and interpreted it as disappointment, because she said, “Don’t worry Daniel, we’ll get you dropped off first before I turn back, you shouldn’t have to suffer because of someone else’s actions.”

Stupid bitch, Daniel thought, but said “Thank you ma’am, you can just drop me off outside, I know you’ll be in a hurry.”

“Thank you for understanding, I’m sorry I won’t be able to stay and help you settle in. The family said they’d leave the door open for us, so you should be able to go right ahead and let yourself in when we get there. They’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen, said they wanted welcome you with a nice meal!”

Daniel only smiled.

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Rob and Calvin were in a mad rush trying to prepare for Timmy’s arrival, the late-thirty-year-olds frantically pottering about the kitchen, finalising the lavish breakfast they’d been slaving over for the boy who was due to walk through the door any minute now.

Already things weren’t going to plan, the 3-inch-tall men had given their house staff the day off so they could spend the day with Timmy alone and uninterrupted, it hadn’t dawned on them how much they took their chef for granted until they could hardly find their way around their own cupboards.

Their home was very unique in that it was built for regular sized people, but they’d had it modified to suit their… shortcomings. All of the rooms had size respective counterparts within them, so the tiny kitchen that they were currently bustling through was situated upon a small mezzanine overlooking the normal sized one. They were only elevated to just below the average eye level for ease of communication with normals, which was about five feet off the ground. Like the kitchen, every normal sized bedroom contained a tiny replica, same for every bathroom and all of the lounge/recreational areas. It cost a small fortune, but it made them a hit in the community since they were able to host the most size-accessible galas outside of public venues.

Navigation around the home was much easier than one might expect as well, since they’d had vacuum tubes installed to carry them from room to room. The main concern they’d had with that was the impact upon landing at the drop off point where the tube shoots you out. As it turns out though, little people are a lot more durable than they give themselves credit for and the impact was little worse than jumping on the spot. Every tiny who has visited the home and traversed the vacuum tubes has swiftly praised them as the best invention of all time, much to the pride of Rob & Calvin.

The two lovers were now plating up the food, only five plates since their middle son Dylan refused to eat with them despite their protests. The fifteen-year-old high schooler had outright called them assholes for not running the decision to adopt again past any of their existing children, a sentiment they agreed with to an extent, but the deed was done and they could only hope he would come around given time. Their other two sons Seth and Tyler were already at the table.

Seth was nineteen and preparing to leave for college. In truth, he should have left a week ago as the semester had already started, but he insisted on being here to welcome his new baby brother before he left. He’d always been protective of his younger siblings and this one would be no different it seemed. That protective nature of Seth’s was especially potent when it came to the youngest of the three adoptive siblings; Tyler was only Eleven and troublingly timid for his age. He’d always struggled to make friends, but Rob & Calvin were hoping Timmy’s arrival would help him take on more of a big brother role and build some character to boost his confidence.

With the food prepared and everyone (for the most part) gathered, there was nothing left to do but wait for the social worker to arrive with Timmy. The tension in the air was palpable as they all strained their ears listening for any sound that might signal the arrival of their new addition. Sure enough, they could faintly make out the sound of a car pulling up the driveway before… pulling away?

Rob and Calvin exchanged wary glances before looking toward the doorway of the kitchen where they could just see out into the foyer, but not quite around the corner to the front door. They heard the front door open and close almost too softly, followed by a gentle rustling sound, like someone trying much too hard to conceal their movements as they remove their shoes at the door.

Something felt off, the pairs instincts were screaming at them to grab their children from the table and run, but some stupid human piece of them held them in place. Curiosity they realised, as they all, Seth & Tyler too now, craned their heads to try and peek around the corner from their viewpoint on the mezzanine across the room.

Bone-chilling, that was the only word for it, what they saw, or rather for what saw them. For not ten normal-sized paces away, returning their gesture of peeking around the corner, one eye fixated on the four of them perched on that mezzanine, stood a normal sized human who was definitely not the social worker. As the chills reverberated down their spines, the norm- no, the giant persons lips tugged into a broad smile, still half obscured behind the corner of the doorway, until they stepped out from the shadows and engulfed the now too-small space between them.

Daniel couldn’t remember ever having felt so exhilarated as he did in this moment. He’d taken off his converse at the door in the hope his sock-clad feet would carry him more stealthily through the towering residence that was bigger than his whole orphanage, at least until he could locate his targets and make his move. Though things hadn’t quite gone to plan when he’d peeked around the corner of the first doorway to his left and found the family of tinies staring directly at him from across the kitchen, already well aware of his presence in their home. He might have had room for disappointment, if not for the rush of adrenaline that surged through every fibre of his being as two of the miniscule figures grabbed the others and began sprinting toward a wall.

Where did they think they could possibly run to anyway? Daniel didn’t care, he simply stepped out of his hiding place and started toward the silly little balcony with toy sized kitchen appliances where his new playthings were gathered. About halfway to the mezzanine Daniel noticed what the little guys were running towards, an odd clear tube that seemed to run up the wall and along the ceiling, intersecting with a number of other similar looking tubes.

Before he could contemplate it any further the three larger tinies practically launched the smallest one inside the tube and he was carried off at speed to Daniel didn’t know where. “Shit!” Daniel cursed aloud as he lunged toward the remaining tinies, the second having already escaped while he was distracted watching the first. Only three paces away now and the remaining two seemed to be hesitating, neither wanting to flee before seeing the other to safety.

Daniel could faintly make out their raised voices as he closed the distance, seconds away from having them in his clutches. He raised his arm over the mezzanine and reached for the two figurine sized men, so close he could practically imagine what they’d feel like as he wrapped his hand around them. That’s when he heard it, even with their tiny stature Daniel heard the impact of the slap before one of the men grappled with the other and forced him into the tube just a fraction of a second before a giant hand reached its mark.

“Well damn.” Daniel bemoaned, deflated at having lost most of his quarry, yet still brimming with adrenaline as he took in every movement of the tiny squirming in his right hand. “I suppose you’ll have to do for now.”

Daniel savoured each second of the futile struggling against his clamped fingers as he turned and made his way over to the regular sized dining table and plopped down in one of the chairs. He waited a moment before releasing his captive, basking in the sense of power he felt at holding an entire human being with the palm of his hand. A sentient lifeform with ‘rights’ and political views and a family that loved him and yet; with just a squeeze of his hand Daniel could snuff him out like he never existed and rub the residue of his entrails off on his pants where no one would ever question the stain.

Having freshly stoked his sense of purpose in being here it seemed time to finally introduce himself, so with a quick tip of his hand Daniel unfurled his digits and carelessly flung his tiny captive onto the table before him. He took his time looking the man over. Middle-aged, probably mid-to-late thirties, average build and wearing a baggy white t-shirt loosely tucked into a pair of black pants. Definitely didn’t look filthy rich, but then Daniel supposed it was normal to dress comfortably at home. Though it wasn’t the man’s choice of wardrobe that had hooked Daniels interest so keenly. No, it wasn’t his appearance at all, it was the defiant look in his eyes.

Fear? Yes. Grovelling? Definitely! Daniel had hoped for and expected both of those reactions, but defiance was the last thing he’d anticipated. This was going to be more entertaining than he thought. He gave the man a close-lipped smile that had him backing away a step before he realised what little good it would do. “Don’t you think you ought to be on your knees about now?” Daniel taunted, happy to wait for the man’s response as he continued inspecting him from head to toe, nothing more than a predator assessing prey.

“What good will it do?” the tiny asked, not a question. “You’re only going to do as you please anyway.”

“Well… uh, what’s your name little dude?” Daniel asked, hoisting an elbow lazily on the table and propping his head up in the palm of his hand.

“Calvin.”

“Well Calvin, here’s the thing. You’re right that this is only going to end one way and it isn’t going to be good for you.” Daniel could have sworn the man gulped, much to his delight. “However, the way you interact with me now is going to make quite a lot of difference.”

“What kind of difference? Dead is dead, so just get on with it.” Calvin said quietly, but not meekly.

“I’m so glad you asked! For example,” Daniel started, before slamming his hand down from where it had been propping his head up right down on top of Calvin’s miniscule frame, pinning him to the table. Calvin let out a pained scream as all of the air was forced from his lungs and he was left gasping for breath. Each gulp for air made more and more difficult as Daniel slowly applied pressure to his chest. “You choose whether the experience leading up to your inevitable demise is going to be painful or pleasurable.”

Daniel didn’t make it easy for Calvin to answer as he kept his hand flat on the smaller man’s body, it was an effort not to ease up on him so he could focus on more precise fondling gestures, but that would come later…

“Pleasurable?” Calvin rasped as he finally managed to control his breathing enough to reply. It was an effort for Daniel not to smile too broadly.

“That’s right, I don’t have to be the only one enjoying myself.” Daniel cooed as he gently began easing his vice like crushing of the panting man beneath his hand. “Suppose it’s only fair to give you an example of that too before you make your final decision.”

With that, Daniel got to what he’d been waiting for. He could have just started fondling Calvin the moment he got his hands on him, but futile as it may have been the tiny man would have struggled against his grip and that would have made things cumbersome. Now that Daniel had made this little show of dominance, his hands would be permitted to roam as freely as he liked, so that’s exactly what they did.

At first Daniel just took his index finger and trailed it down Calvin’s torso from neck to navel, stroking the man a few times as he lay there on the table, similar to how one might pet a stray dog to let them know you’re friendly. Calvin stiffened at the touch to begin with, seeming to just lie there and marvel at the sheer size of the single digit that could snuff out his existence. Daniel wondered whether the man had ever let a normal sized person get so close to him before now. In any case, once it was clear that Daniel wasn’t about to crush him Calvin’s body relaxed and even seemed to arch into the touch, that’s when Daniel realised he had his captives complete submission. Pleasure it is then.

Using two hands now, Daniel pinched the two sides of Calvin’s shirt and ripped it apart before giving his pants the same treatment. He’d expected the man to put up some resistance to that, but he seemed to have completely checked out, which was perfect. Daniel scooped up the tiny form of the man, lifting him by one arm before rolling him between the thumb and index finger of his other hand, gently pressing into Calvin’s body now and then, almost like a massage.

In truth, Daniel was just trying to get a feel for how durable these little fuckers are. He knew from his lessons they had some resistance to pressure and had even heard some stories of little people being stepped on and surviving. That was something he intended to figure out for himself soon enough, though perhaps not with Calvin. This little pet had been helpful enough already, his occasional grunts and moans when Daniel squeezed him tighter and tighter told him he didn’t need to bother being too gentle with the rest of the family once he finally got his hands on them. If anything, Daniel got the impression the man was actually enjoying this!

Having outlived his usefulness there was only one thing left to do now with Calvin, so Daniel once again pinched him by an arm and raised him up, up, up until he was dangling over his now open mouth.

“What are you doing!” Calvin screamed.

“Well I was told you wanted to welcome me with a meal, but I don’t see any food so… you’ll have to do!” Daniel teased, before slowly lowering Calvin down toward his outstretched tongue. He couldn’t help but be fascinated by the sensation of the man’s puny little feet slipping and sliding all over it as he lowered him just enough to stabilise himself. Once again lost in the thrall of his own power trip Daniel couldn’t help but play with his food as he lapped at Calvin with his tongue, still propping him up with one hand, coating the man in saliva until he was covered in it from head to toe.

“Well it’s been fun little dude, but I’m afraid our time together is at an end,” Daniel announced as he snapped out of his stupor. “After all, I’d be a pretty piss poor guest if I kept the rest of your family waiting.”

“No please! Leave them-”

Daniel didn’t wait to hear the rest as he released his grip on Calvin’s arm and watched him free fall the last few inches into his open maw, snapping it shut with a satisfying clack. He allowed himself to savour the moment one last time, using his tongue to push Calvin around like a mint or a cough drop, sucking on him ever so slightly.

In an act of what Daniel considered to be mercy, he decided to bestow one final gift on the tiny who had been his first. He pressed Calvin back against the roof of his mouth and positioned his tongue between the man’s legs, then used it to gently, then vigorously stimulate the area for a few minutes until he tasted something salty on the tip of his tongue. Daniel couldn’t suppress his smile, or the chuckle that reverberated through his throat, as well as Calvin’s entire body as it went limp on Daniel’s tongue. Bargain fulfilled and pleasure granted, there was nothing left for Daniel to do but tip back his head and gulp, swallowing Calvin whole, load and all.

Daniel’s heart and mind were both racing and he wasn’t sure he could stop grinning even if he tried. He could still feel the phantom touch of Calvin’s limbs thrashing about in his gullet after he’d swallowed him. The man had put up a valiant effort and Daniel’s throat had even hitched for a fraction of a second before a follow-up gulp had the blockage dislodged and the morsel moving again. Daniel hadn’t even registered his excitement until he went to stand up and found his pants pressing against his throbbing dick.

He could have whipped it out there and then for how pent up he felt following his interaction with Calvin, but he’d masturbated on his own before. Sure, he could rest his hand on his slightly toned torso while he wanked, right over his stomach where he knew Calvin would still certainly be flailing in his stomach acid, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel one of these pathetic insects writhing against his shaft as he pressed them so hard against it they pop from the pressure. Oh, there were so many things Daniel wanted to do before he allowed himself release, but where to start?

He had so many ideas he wanted to try, but there were only three other toys for him to play with, that he knew of. Yet he had no idea where to find them. That thought had his member twitching not in anticipation, but disappointment as he realised he’d have to start hunting if he didn’t want any of them signalling for help. He’d have to consider his options while he searched.

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“No, no, no, stay away!” Dylan yelled as he ran from his pursuer, desperately pumping his arms and legs as he sprinted toward anything he might be able to use for cover. He needed to hide, hide and let the giant pass him by, but he’d already been spotted. They weren’t just going to unsee him. This was bad, really really bad. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Dylan yelled again, not at his pursuer this time, but just because that’s what his current chances of survival were looking like.

He threw himself around a corner and spotted the coffee table in the living room. It was the most cliché hiding place he could possibly imagine, but he had precious few other options, so he hauled ass for it as quickly as his legs would carry him before throwing himself behind the nearest table leg. Then he waited. And waited. And waited.

That was the thing with games like these in VR, on a PC you could pan the camera around without the risk of your character moving into the giants vision, but with a VR headset you’d have to move to peek around the corner and if you can see the giant… they can see you. So Dylan waited, getting his breathe back until he finally felt the giants footsteps behind him getting closer and closer. About 6 steps away now, five, four, three, two…

The haptic feedback on this headset and controllers was insane, Dylan could have sworn his whole room was shaking now that the giant was practically directly behind him, but it didn’t feel like they were even vibrating at all. Come to think of it, he couldn’t recall reading anywhere that the game had any of those features either and he’d never noticed them on any of his previous playthroughs of Dumb Giant Escape III before now.

That could only mean one thing, the smell of sweaty socks filling the air only confirming it. His parents had done this to him before, starting when he was still just a child in an attempt to scare him while he was playing in VR. They’d send one of the regular sized housekeepers in here to clean because they knew he preferred playing VR games in the ‘normal’ sized area of the room instead of on the mezzanine equivalent. Much larger space to play in down here, so it seemed like a no brainer. The housekeepers were always aware he was there of course, his parents weren’t trying to inadvertently kill him, though he had certainly come close to a heart attack the first time. Especially since the housekeeper had done a very convincing job of pretending they didn’t know he was there before stepping inches away from him.

“I suppose those assholes sent you in here to ask me to reconsider meeting the newbie? I already told them how I feel about that so just go away! And I already told you before not to come in here without shoes, your feet stink.” Dylan told the housekeeper, refraining from turning to face them lest the actual giant in his game detect him.

“Haha I know right,” an unfamiliar voice boomed from above Dylan. “No parents at the orphanage to tell me to change my underwear every day, so I tend to just wear stuff till it reeks too bad even for me, these socks are getting pretty ripe!”

Dylan still couldn’t bring himself to move. Maybe this really was just part of the game? Maybe they did an update and added haptic feedback and conversational aspects? If he just turned around he’d see the virtual giant standing there behind him and that’s all it would be, right? But the smell… oh god, they couldn’t possibly put that in an update, which means. Dylan began trembling now, but forced himself to turn slowly toward the mountainous figure still mercifully unmoving behind him. He vaguely recalled his parents saying they were giving the staff the day off while his new brother settled in, so it was just him and his family in the house today, whoever this person may be it wasn’t anyone they knew.

Hands still shaking uncontrollably, Dylan managed to drop the controllers on the ground and raise his palms to the headset covering his view of the real world. He ripped it off with a shuddering tug and waited for his eyes to adjust to the light streaming into the room between the giants legs. He usually kept the room pitch black for gaming, so the giants front was concealed in darkness and Dylan could barely make out their more defined features with only the light pouring in through the open door. Nevertheless he raised his gaze, past the sweaty white socks, up the length of black pants, over the white t-shirt covering their slim build and all the way to their face. He couldn’t see their eyes for the darkness, but he could see the half smile tugging at the boys lips. He couldn’t be much older than Dylan himself, yet he knew they were far from equals in this situation.

“Who are you?” Dylan asked, mastering his breathing enough to keep his voice from quivering.

“I wouldn’t concern yourself with that, you’ve got much ‘bigger’ problems to worry about, get it?” The giant asked smiling, clearly pleased with his own joke. “I’m just messing with you bro, my name’s Daniel, how about you?”

“Dylan.”

“Good to meet you Dylan, what’re you playing?”

“Promise not to take it personally?”

“Why would I?”

“It’s called Dumb Giant Escape, though if it helps I always seem to get caught, so I never thought the giants were that dumb personally.” Dylan answered with a light-hearted chuckle, trying to calm his heart rate somewhat. “Say, would you mind taking a step back, your feet really do smell awful dude!”

“Oh sure, how about I do you one better,” Daniel offered, before squatting down so fast the whoosh of air caused Dylan to stumble and fall on his ass. Daniel then placed his arm on the ground behind him and used them to prop himself up as he positioned his legs either side of Dylan, extending them out behind him and leaving Dylan faced now with a crotch instead of Daniel’s sweaty toes. “Better?”

“Uh, after a fashion… I suppose. Thanks.” Dylan lied, still honestly just wanting to know why the random giant was in his room in the first place.

“Assholes.” Daniel blurted, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Excuse me?”

“You said ‘those assholes’ earlier. Who were you talking about?”

“Oh, my parents.” Dylan clarified.

“Why are they assholes?”

“Well, they decided to adopt another kid even though they already have my brothers and me. They didn’t even ask us about it first to see what we thought and I guess it rubbed me the wrong way.”

“Yeah I get that.”

“You’re not him right? It’d be pretty awkward if you were after telling you all that and besides I could have sworn they said the new kid was going to be… like us. And younger.” Dylan pried.

“Nah, I’m not him.” Daniel answered, much too nonchalantly for Dylan’s liking.

“Then who-“

“Why don’t you tell me more about that game, how does it work?”

Dylan wasn’t particularly pleased at not getting an answer to any of his questions outside of what he already knew or guessed at, but he wasn’t exactly in a position to argue with someone whose temperament toward the vertically challenged was still unknown to him, so he had no choice but to go along with the request and placate the giants curiosity.

“It’s just like it says in the name, there’s giants and you have to escape them. If they catch you, you die.”

“How do they kill you? I’m always looking for new ideas.”

Dylan’s knee’s buckled at that. How could he say that so casually given the circumstances they’re in? How did he expect him to respond? Did he want Dylan to pick up on the threat and start begging for his life, was it just a slip of the tongue, or does this genuinely qualify as appropriate conversation for this guy?

“I mean, well, there’s stomping which is the most common I guess. Since we’re so small, it’s the easiest way.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s boring though, anyone could think of that.” Daniel deflected. “I want to know if there’s anything actually creative in there, something not just anyone might think of?”

“Well it’s only a 12+ game, so it can’t really get too explicit or ‘creative’.” Dylan admitted. Before his voice of reason could pitch in to tell him how bad an idea it was to reveal this information, when he saw Daniel’s downhearted reaction he couldn’t stop himself. “Although I did find an X-rated DLC that had some pretty gruesome stuff in it, anal insertion and other gross stuff like that.”

“Anal insertion?”

Dylan regretted this tangent immediately, but told the giant what he wanted to know in the hopes it really was just a morbid curiosity he had and nothing more. “Yeah, putting stuff up your butt.”

“Really? Did you ever get that ending in the game?” Daniel pushed, now seemingly hooked on the topic.

“No, I never even played the DLC. It was more than enough for me just getting stepped on, I couldn’t handle anything gorier.”

“I see, that sucks.”

“How so?”

“It would have made your job easier if you’d had some experience first, virtual or not.”

“What job?” Dylan asked hesitantly, refusing to accept the answer he could already feel forming in his mind.

Daniel only smiled at Dylan before laying back on the floor and kicking his legs up in the air, efficiently grappling with his pants and boxers until they were tossed to one side in a heap. He continued laying there, but propped himself up on his elbows and made eye contact with the mesmerised Dylan, still unmoved from the spot on the ground where he’d be frozen stiff since he faced the giant intruder in his room.

Daniel propped his feet either side of Dylan so the crack of his ass was fully visible ahead of him before saying, “Here’s how this is going to work. You can either crawl inside yourself and you probably won’t die of suffocation… Or you can die as you have so many times before, beneath the feet of someone much, much bigger than you.” Daniel raised a foot over Dylan’s head for emphasis and held it there. They both knew he couldn’t actually kill Dylan with his foot from this position, but it got the point across.

“I’m waiting,” Daniel cooed, “My foot is getting very heavy, better decide soon, or it’ll decide for you.”

Dylan was in shock. He could barely comprehend what was happening, let alone be expected to choose between two horrific scenarios like a fucked-up game of would you rather. If he went the stomping option then at least it would be quick, but every survival instinct in him was screaming self-preservation lay in the giants ass. ‘Probably won’t die’ indeed. He would almost certainly die of suffocation in there, but ‘almost’ and ‘definitely’ are two entirely different outcomes and if it meant he might be able to escape someday in the future…

“Ok” Dylan muttered, gulping down his reservations.

“Hmm? I didn’t catch that, what’d you say bug?”

“I’ll do it damnit! Just… pull your cheeks apart at least.”

“Nah, don’t feel like it, it’s more fun for me if you work for it.” Daniel teased with a coy smile.

Muttering more curses under his breath, not really caring if the giant heard them considering what he was about to do, Dylan stepped forward cautiously. Each step was an assault on his nostrils as he tried to work out what was worse, the rancid foot odour still potent over his head, the musky smell of Daniel’s balls dangling just above his exposed rear, or the ass crack itself. He tried telling himself it was one of those smells he’d get used to with exposure, but he didn’t believe it.

He took the final few steps that would bring him within touching distance of the giant boy before him, who he might have been friends with under different circumstances, before reaching out his hand. Even just being within this proximity to the colossal male the heat emanating off his body was intense. This wasn’t going to be a pleasant experience, not in the slightest.

Dylan couldn’t see Daniel’s face anymore, but he could practically feel his smile broaden as tiny hands made contact with voluptuous butt cheeks and began prying them apart. It must have tickled… tickled… because Daniel started squirming with each advancement Dylan made in his attempts to gain ground. The mounds of flesh were heavier than anticipated and before he’d even managed to make any significant headway he was already out of breath. The smothering heat didn’t help in that regard either and the smell was so putrid it made every breath Dylan did take a gagging heave, desperate for fresh air.

After a few minutes of struggling, Dylan made it far enough inside that he was able to lift both feet up off the ground and literally crawl, just as Daniel commanded, toward his objective. Squeezing his way through the two moons pressing against him from all sides, Dylan felt as if he was getting into a rhythm and was starting to make some progress. At least, that was until his whole world turned upside down and gravity shifted toward Daniel’s asshole. It would be a freefall to his destination if not for the two orbs holding him tightly in place, but that was soon about to change.

Daniel had thrown his legs up over his head so his rear was up in the air before grabbing both of his butt cheeks in either hand and rending them apart. Dylan was glad of the wave of fresh air that assaulted him, greedily gulping it down as he plummeted toward Daniel’s now exposed asshole winking at him from below as he landed face first onto it. That’s when Daniel decided to have some fun at the boys expense and quickly pushed his ass cheeks back together, rubbing them against one another. Daniel was essentially smothering his new butt toy between his ass cheeks, exalting in the writhing and the screaming, barely audible as it was.

Dylan had never felt so humiliated. He wondered if he’d made a mistake in not just asking to be crushed to death instead. At least that way he wouldn’t have to endure being tormented and forced to suffer through this… whatever this was! Reduced to nothing more than a butt plug for some sadistic giant fuck who gets some sick enjoyment out of torturing the shrink-afflicted of the world. Curse this world for making him small, curse his genetics and curse this ASSHOLE for putting him through this.

As if sensing Dylan’s reluctance to proceed any further with his task, one of the flesh mounds was again pried apart before a god-like appendage descended on his miniature form, pressing him into the wall of flesh around Daniel’s hole. It made no move to push him inside, only coaxing him toward it, teasing both him and the pink pucker still winking at him in silent invitation.

Fuck it then. Fuck his life. Fuck his family for no doubt causing this in some way and fuck every normal sized person in this world for thinking they’re better than him just because they’re bigger. Still cursing his existence, Dylan allowed the fingers swarming around his body to guide him toward his goal. Once positioned above the puckering sphincter he raised his right arm in a fist and punched straight down into Daniel’s entrance, pushing his arm in as far as he could, barely making it down to his elbow.

If he knew one thing for sure in that moment, it was that he was certainly not going to get used to the smell. All the motivation he’d worked up to just get on with his task had been drained the second his arm had pierced that hole and the tiniest wisp of air curled its way up his nostrils. There was no way he could do this. It was vile, repugnant, offensive! Dylan tried to pry his arm back out of the hole. He’d beg for the crushing if he had to, but there was no way he was going in this asshole.

Said asshole had other ideas as it puckered once, twice, over and over tensing and relaxing and pulling Dylan’s arm deeper inside with each twitch of muscle. While probably an unconscious effort on Daniel’s part, it was overpowering to the helpless Dylan. That’s when he started screaming, begging, reaching for the hand above him and pleading for it to grab him and pull. It did no such thing. The living chasm of Daniel’s hole simply swallowed him up bit by bit, all the way up to his shoulder now.

Try as he might, Dylan couldn’t keep his face from pressing up against Daniel’s hole now too, still pushing with his other hand like he might yet rip himself out of the sticky prison. If Daniel would just relax for a few seconds, that’s all he’d need, just long enough to get free. Though Daniel clearly had no intention of relaxing as he grabbed onto Dylan’s legs, the tiny captive’s heart sinking as he realised it wasn’t to pull him free as he’d begged, but to rob him of what little leverage he might have had to free himself.

So Dylan did the only thing he could do, nothing. He stopped struggling and allowed himself to be sucked into the gaping maw of Daniel’s hole with each subconscious puckering squeeze. His head finally popped in, swiftly followed by his other arm. The air, while still breathable somehow, was completely stifling now he was completely submerged. Dylan couldn’t stop himself from retching at the reek of Daniel’s anus, though he tried his best to regain control of his breathing as tears formed in his eyes.

Daniel’s fingers released their grip on Dylan’s legs after that, even if Dylan were to struggle again now he was past the point of return. A few more puckers of Daniel’s hole confirmed it as his dangling legs were slurped up like a loose strand of spaghetti.

Daniel was overcome with ecstasy. He’d never put anything up his butt before, the thought had never even occurred to him, but after that experience he was certainly going to be finding many more excuses to shove stuff up there. He couldn’t remember when he’d started playing with himself, or when he’d reached into his crack to give Dylan the final push he’d needed to finally make the plunge. All he knew was he was tingling, every inch of his body was overcome with this all-encompassing euphoria that had only one place to go, but he still had to wait.

Edging himself to within a stroke of climax, Daniel got a grip on himself and remembered he still had three other tinies left to find. Stumbling across this one, almost literally, was a stroke of luck. Still, he didn’t just want to have the best climax of his life so far, he wanted the climax to end all climaxes. He’d have it even if it killed him, or anyone else.

Following his lucky encounter with Dylan, Daniel quickly hopped back into his discarded underwear and pants before continuing his search for the remaining tinies. Unfortunately, dressing himself was about the only productive thing he’d managed to accomplish so far. He just couldn’t concentrate with everything going on below his waist. He was glad of course, since every second of squirming was another second he knew Dylan was still alive in there and he wanted the runt to last as long as it took for him to find the others, but FUCK! His boner just wouldn’t go down no matter what he did or thought about.

Just as he was considering putting an end to it all right there and then and rubbing one out in the middle of the hallway he was in, Daniel spotted a set of screens through the crack of a door up ahead. After making his way over, he pushed the door open all the way to reveal not just two screens, but six… security cameras. Jackpot!

Heading over to the terminal, Daniel was about to take a seat in the chair when he remembered the tiny passenger riding along in his rectum. He didn’t particularly care what happened to Dylan once he found his release, but until then he should try to be gentle, so remained standing as he cycled through all of the cameras on the property. There were so many rooms in the massive country estate it would take him hours to find three doll-sized people in it just by wandering around, especially since they were more familiar with the layout than he was. Though it seemed they also knew to avoid the cameras, because Daniel couldn’t find a single trace of their whereabouts.

That’s when a peculiar looking button caught his attention on the console. It looked like a scope, just your standard circle with four small line markings dotted at equally spaced points along the circumference. It didn’t look like a big red alarm button at least, so Daniel pushed it in the hopes it might do something useful. It did. The button was for a motion sensor, designed to search every camera for movement. It took a few seconds for him to spot it, but right there scurrying along the skirting boards of a hallway he’d passed not too long ago were all three of his targets. They stopped at the corner they were approaching and appeared to be discussing something before parting in separate directions.

Daniel didn’t bother trying to suppress his groan at seeing the group split up, but as he turned to head out in pursuit of the two tinies still lingering against the wall something else caught his eye. One of those clear travelling tubes from the kitchen. Perhaps things were looking up…

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“Seth please, my feet hurt and I’m tired, can’t we stop for just a minute?” Tyler pleaded, dragging his feet for emphasis. “We skipped breakfast and everything, I need to rest!”

“We didn’t skip breakfast Tyler, we were chased out of the kitchen by a giant murderous psychopath who, need I remind you, could still be lurking around every corner waiting to kill us.” Seth chided, swiftly losing patience with his youngest brothers whining. He’d protect Tyler until his dying breath, as he would Dylan, once they found him. That being said, Tyler was soft, clinging to Calvin’s apron strings like a lost lamb ever since he’d been adopted into the family. “Besides, we just rested a minute ago after dad left, remember?”

Their father Rob, who Seth dearly hoped wasn’t now widowed after Calvin stayed behind in the kitchen, had insisted on going on ahead so Tyler could take a moment to rest. Unlike Tyler, their father had a sense of urgency for the situation that wouldn’t allow him to stop, even for a second. If they made it out of this alive, Seth knew it would be because their father would stop at nothing to get them to safety.

“But my feet huuuuuurt,” Tyler wailed, pace slowing to little more than an idle crawl behind Seth, who’d paused to peek around the next corner before freezing completely. “Seth?“

“Shh!” Seth silenced Tyler with a quick look and a finger on his lips before making a show of dangling his arms above his head and stomping in place, which Tyler supposed was Seth’s impression of a giant. Voice low, permitting himself only the gentlest of hushes Seth said, “turn around and head back the other way… slowly!”

Tyler turned on his heels, suddenly no longer caring about his fatigue as he set a steady pace back along the skirting boards of the open corridor. He’d never spent much time on the actual ground before, always preferring the safety of their mezzanines and vacuum tubes for easy transportation, but their father had said the elevated vantage points were too much of a risk as they’re the first place the giant would look. As for the vacuum tubes, once we were in them they were a straight shot to our destination, so all the intruder would have to do is trace it along the walls and ceiling and he’d have us cornered. Safer to hide on the ground their father said.

The view from down here was daunting though, Tyler had never realised just why so many normal sized trolls online took to calling small people ‘bugs’. This was why, if one of those trolls he liked to taunt so much were here now, one single step would have him stuck flat to their sole. He’d never felt so small.

At least, not until that giant stepped around the corner where they’d just come from and Tyler turned his head to find the giants gaze fixed directly on him. He froze under that gaze; Seth having to grab his arm and haul him along while Tyler just watched as the humungous god-like boy with the cruel smile took a single step toward them. He cleared the distance between them effortlessly, a few more ground-shaking paces like that one and he’d be right on top of them!

“RUN TYLER!” Seth bellowed, still yanking at the boys wrist trying to drag him along.

“I- I- can’t,” Tyler rasped, then stumbled, arm slipping out of Seth’s grasp as the elder brother made to haul him back up and failed.

Seth could only stop and stare now; at the giant closing in before them, at his brother sprawled on the ground and most alluringly at the open space behind him. His every instinct screamed at him to run, making excuses for him that Tyler would never have made it anyway and he should just leave him behind. That was the logical choice and yet, here he was, positioning himself between his defenceless little brother and the human skyscraper who wanted to flatten them both.

“Poor choice,” came the taunting voice of the giant now looming overhead. The humungous socked feet of the boy acting as make-shift barricades blocking any chance of escape. “I would have left him.”

“Then you’re clearly an only child!” Seth yelled back, doing his best to make a show of bravado so Tyler wouldn’t be too frightened.

“Actually, you could say I had lots of brothers and sisters. I just never particularly cared about any of them.” The booming voice replied. “Anyway, I don’t have time for small talk, I’m on a bit of a deadline.”

With that, a large slender hand propelled down from the sky, making its way directly toward Seth and Tyler like they were just toys in a claw machine. Seth tried to fight back, hammering at the digits closing over his brothers helpless frame as he lay there motionless on the ground, still too scared to so much as get to his feet. It was no use though, his efforts were futile as the fingers wrapped around the two of them and lifted them at break neck speed.

They were carried only a few paces before the fist they were clutched in turned palm-up and the fingers unfurled around them, only for the giants other hand to reach in and pluck Seth away. With only Tyler left in the open palm, the hand tipped to the side, shaking him off with a quick flick.

“Bastard! Leave him alone!” Seth cried helplessly, unable to lift a finger to protect his treasured younger sibling.

“Jeez, touchy aren’t we? Don’t get yourself all riled up big guy, I’m not a monster! I can see the kid’s clearly young and petrified, so I’m gonna be nice.” The giant said softly, enough so that Seth almost felt like he might be telling the truth. Tyler too seemed to lift his head at the promise of mercy. “I was just going to toss you both somewhere quick since I gotta look for the other guy, but since I’m feeling generous I’ll give you a choice.”

Lifting a leg off the ground, the giant used his left foot to slide down the sock of his right before bending down and yanking it completely off, shooting back up and tossing the filthy, grey-soled white fabric on the small side table. It landed just shy of poor Tyler, almost burying him beneath it, the boy still lying face down quivering with fear. After tossing the sock on the table, the giant took his free hand and tugged at the elastic of his boxers waistband and leaned in close to the table.

“Your choice kid, sock or balls.”

“You sick fuck! Leave him out of this, just do what you want with me!” Seth seethed, desperately writhing in the boys iron grip to no avail. Seemingly displeased at the interruption, the colossal teenager gripped Seth between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed against his torso so his spine was bending in the wrong direction. With the giant using his thumb to apply more and more pressure, Seth could only shut up and accept the literal bone crushing weight that threatened to snap him in half.

“Here’s the thing kid, if you don’t pick, your brother here’s gonna die. Then I’m just gonna choose for you, so he’ll have died for nothing.” The giant explained, applying just enough pressure to Seth’s puny body that the crack in his spine was audible for them all to hear. The tiny college student couldn’t keep from screaming at the agonising pain that shot through him. He wouldn’t be able to endure much more.

“Please stop!” Tyler yelled, finally finding his voice after being overcome with fear for so long.

“Sorry little dude, that wasn’t one of the options. Now be a good boy and either crawl in the sock or take a dive. Feet or balls.”

Tyler couldn’t possibly be expected to choose. This was an impossible decision for anyone. It wasn’t just the thought of the two offensive body parts that repulsed him, but the stench. The sock to his left reeked so badly he could tell they’d been worn for days at the very least. Then there was down below, even from high up on the table that was definitely the smell of hot balls wafting its way up to him. Both choices would be horrific, but at least Seth would live if he just picked one, right?

Tyler didn’t much like the idea of another guys balls smothering him, but smell aside, the other main factor was contact. Balls may be gross but they were soft, even if the giant sat down the balls wouldn’t be as stifling as being crushed beneath the titan’s full weight with every step. Balls it is then.

“Ugh, this is taking too long, you guys are so dull compared to your brother! Where’s your sense of adventure? He couldn’t crawl up my ass quick enough and I didn’t even have anyone’s life to threaten him with, except for his own.” The giant grumbled, tossing Seth down into his awaiting underwear and snapping the elastic shut without so much as a second glance. Though even without looking, he was all too aware of the pebble-sized nineteen-year-old bouncing off his erect member, even scrambling to maintain a hold on it before losing his grip and sliding beneath his sweat-drenched balls.

“W-wait!” Tyler begged.

“You’re not too bright are you?” the giant asked rhetorically, unable to refrain from gliding a hand lightly over his crotch and fondling his balls, fingering a particular spot where a faint outline could be seen poking out through the black fabric. “Time’s up kid, if you want my advice, just pretend you have a foot fetish or something.”

Grabbing the sock off the side table where it had been discarded next to its prospective new occupant, the colossal teen fingered the opening and stretched it out making a hole big enough for Tyler to fit through. Not giving the boy a chance to back away or attempt to flee, a great powerful hand came raking along the table from behind him, shoving him tumbling off the edge of it in a free fall. After spiralling for what felt like an eternity through a sea of lint-flecked white fabric, Tyler landed on a soft cushiony hammock before the whole world turned upside down leaving him unable to find his footing.

Before he could get his bearings, the opening of the sock above him cast a shadow into his damp prison. This was really about to happen. The giants clammy foot began its descent into the still steamy sock, unfaltering in its advance toward the toe end where Tyler was now pressing himself back into it as far as he could, willing himself to slip through the fabric. He didn’t care if the sweat seeped into his clothes and never washed out. He didn’t care if it seeped into his skin leaving him reeking of feet for the rest of his life. He just wanted that foot to stop, he wanted this nightmare to be over, he wanted Calvin.

“DAAAAD!” Tyler yowled desperately, but with nowhere to go he could only watch helplessly as the five gargantuan toes of his captors feet spread out around him and swallowed him into the grooves beneath them. There Tyler lay, trapped between the ball of the giants foot and his toes as they flexed into him, squeezing him in a tender caress.

Tender, at least, until the foot was finally lowered to the ground and Tyler was crushed beneath the full weight atop him. Screaming in agony, there was nothing Tyler could do as the giant took a step, then another and another, each one a bone-splintering near death experience for the eleven-year-old turned insole.

As the mountainous teen continued on his way, Seth’s situation wasn’t much better. While not being crushed with each movement was a blessing, being smothered under a heavy ball sack came with its own set of challenges. The air was stiflingly hot for one and Seth could barely take a breath without the skin of the sack wrapping over his face like clingfilm. It was like having a plastic bag over his head. He felt like he was being waterboarded with every passing second in this damp, sweaty prison.

As if that weren’t bad enough, the humiliation he felt as the boy continued to fondle himself was enough to set him sobbing. Pokes and prods and pinching, the lazy absent-minded strokes of the boys fingers pressing him into his balls, he couldn’t take much more of it. What could he do though? A few hours ago he was a college student, now… Well, now he supposed he was whatever this giant wanted him to be, even if that something was just a human sweat rag for his hefty seed-sodden balls.

There was only one thing Rob knew as he traversed his home from the unfamiliar terrain of the true ground. He had to keep moving. That’s all. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Not because of the rogue titan lurking around his home unchecked, but because he knew if he stopped he’d break down and fall apart. He’d told the boys not to worry about Calvin; given them some nonsense speech about how we’re more resilient than they know in an attempt to keep their spirits up. He’d told them Calvin would likely give the giant a stern talking to and send him on his way with one of his signature glares.

He smiled at the thought, but he knew the truth was likely far more gruesome. He’d never see his partner again, not outside of that monsters stomach at least, or on the bottom of his foot, or some other ungodly place. He’d heard the stories about what still went on behind closed doors. The government and media did their best to cover it up for the most part and the normal sized people of the world didn’t care to look too closely. His kind knew though, about all the horrific ways small folk were still hunted and tortured for the sick pleasures of those who would call them equals at the podium, only to grind them underfoot when no one was looking.

This world was still far from safe for anyone afflicted by the shrinking plague. That was why he and Calvin had done everything they could to gain as much wealth as possible. They’d hold fundraisers and galas as often as they could, raising money to contribute to charities set up to rescue and rehabilitate captive smalls. They’d helped thousands through that charity work and he’d be damned if he couldn’t save his own sons too. So he’d keep moving, until he made it to the only vacuum tube he’d permit himself to use, just around the corner now.

He rounded it near sprinting, gaining a second wind as he hauled ass for salvation. He’d had this tube put in for just such an occasion as this one, the only one of its kind that lead to the security room, where he could raise the alarm and signal the outside world for help. As he neared the opening of the tube, he leapt off the ground and let it suck him in as he’d done hundreds of times before. This was it, not long left. Just a few more seconds and he’d have the full force of the county police department swarming the place; they’d drag that kid out kicking and screaming, then he could start rebuilding whatever was left of his family.

At least, that’s what he thought would happen, until he traversed the tube across the ceiling into the security room and got a birds eye view of what awaited him below. The giant boy was already waiting for him, smiling up at him as he sat there naked in the chair from the waist down. Was he, playing with himself as well? Rob didn’t have time to look any closer, nor could he do anything to halt his advance as the vacuum tube sent him hurtling through its opening and spat him out onto the desk, directly in front of the triumphant looking home invader.

“Hi there!” The boy greeted cheerfully, grinning like a fiend. “So glad you could finally join us. Sorry to have started without you, but I just couldn’t help myself, you have some amazing sons!”

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Daniel was positively brimming with elation at this latest development. Things couldn’t be going any better if he’d orchestrated it himself. He’d hoped all he would have to do was return to the security room and wait for the final piece in his game to make a move against him. He hadn’t even had to rise from his seat to capture the fool before he’d come tumbling out of that pipe like a piece of pneumatic tube mail. Perfect timing too, since only minutes before had Daniel shucked off his pants and plopped down in his seat, no longer concerned for the comfort of the stow away in his ass. He’d barely been able to stroke the length of his dick before he was interrupted by the newcomer, but at least now the real fun could begin.

There was no time for introductions as he’d initially intended. He’d had this grand idea to show off in front of the father of the group, making the man watch as he played with his treasured boys, crushing them between balls, feet and butt cheeks. As things stood, there was barely a thought behind Daniel’s eyes as lust and primal desire took their hold and he relinquished control of his conscious mind. Release, it begged. Please. Release. Soon. Release. Now! Every inch of him cried out for it. All of it, anywhere, whatever the cost. He didn’t care about toying with them anymore, he just needed to cum, to hell with foreplay.

Scooping up the latest addition to the non-consensual orgy with his left hand, Daniel wrapped the other around his erect member before feeling like something was missing, but what? After using his teeth to rip off the older male’s clothes like a candy wrapper, Daniel unceremoniously tossed the man into his mouth, taking no notice of the creative string of threats and curses being hurled his way. Then it dawned on him what he was missing. Fingering the space between his balls, he searched for it. Where was it? There! Tucked just behind his balls now, right under his taint. The figure finally limp from fighting against Daniel’s roaming fingers, pressing him against his scrotum for so long.

Seth was drained, so much so that he barely registered that he’d been plucked out from beneath the hot, fumigating chamber of Daniels crotch. He just had this odd sensation of being on a boat, swaying or- no, bouncing? It was an effort of will to hone back in on his situation, but then the fog clouding his vision cleared enough that he was able to make out what was happening. He was clutched in Daniel’s hand again, only this time that hand was also wrapped around his humungous cock, Seth’s face squashed against its tip as a clear slimy substance seeped its way into his mouth and nose. Precum.

While it was an effort to do so, Seth forced himself to turn his head so he might look upon his captor, if only to meet his maker and look him in the eye as he died. He wasn’t prepared for what he saw. Dangling half in and half out of the boys cavernous maw, drenched in saliva and gasping for air, was Seth’s father Rob. It couldn’t possibly be him, he was on his way to… one look around the room and Seth finally grasped the situation. This was it then, his life was over. The only thing he could do now was wait and see. Would he die first? Or would he live long enough to witness this monster glut himself on the man who raised him.

Daniel was having the best time of his life, he wanted to cum, wanted to just finish and get it over with, but at the same time he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. He knew if he just tightened his grip a little more and sped up his pace he’d shoot his load within a few deft strokes but, this steady pace, the featherlight grip… it was intoxicating. He found if he held back just enough, in all the right places, he and his playthings became one in the moment. The titillating squirms against the head of his penis, the desperate pounding against the rim of his butthole and the frantic slithering along the sole of his foot inside his sock, it was somehow both too much yet not enough.

He needed it to end, his balls were screaming for it, but he yearned for it to go on, so he kept edging himself for as long as he could possibly hold out. That’s when he felt it, the wave of cum gathering at the base of his shaft. This was the home stretch, even if he stopped wanking entirely this second, the oncoming flood was happening with or without his intervention. There was one final touch he wanted to add though, as he tipped his head down to look at the tiny fighting for his life to keep from drowning in his precum. With a lazy smile dancing along his lips, he pushed the morsel of a man in his mouth out between his lips and held him there, letting father and son make eye contact one final time before the end. When he knew he had the sons attention, he locked eyes with him himself, only a fraction of a second before tipping his head back and gobbling up his snack once more. With a flick of his tongue, he coaxed the man to the back of his throat, devouring him in a loud, greedy gulp that had his throat swelling.

He heard it then, the puny wailing lament of the bug in his hand, the signal to stop holding back and just ride the wave. So that’s exactly what he did, no more teasing, no more controlled strokes as he clamped his hand on his dick so tight he thought he might rip it off. He pumped so hard and fast his arm was burning, but he didn’t care. He still needed more, so he arched back into the chair and ground the ball of his foot into the smooth hard wood floor, delighting in the cracking and crunching that reverberated up his calf and thigh. It was enough, the first torrent of cum now shooting out of him so fast it cleared halfway across the room, splatting on the ground. The second wave hit him in the face before the remaining ooze came seeping out, lathering his hand and engulfing the tiny now forgotten within it.

Daniel didn’t dare stop pumping, not as his prized butt plug did him the tremendous service of struggling so fervently in his ass that it massaged his prostate like a dream come true. The carnal sensation prompting the third and final spit of Daniels seed to come spewing out of him, less impressively than the previous rounds perhaps, but no less gratifying.

It was an effort to move after that, so Daniel didn’t. He just sat there, slumped in that chair, gasping for breath. He never thought masturbating could be such hard work. It was all worth it in the end though, even if he wasn’t sure he’d ever cum that hard again in his life. Not even if he got his hands on more of these miraculous little sex toys of his. Speaking of which…

Once he finally regained control of his breathing, Daniel sat up and looked himself over. No surprise that he was practically drenched in his own semen, but it wasn’t himself that he was worried about. In a surge of post nut clarity, he’d suddenly developed a sort of conscience toward the wellbeing of his diminutive helpers. Too late though it seemed, as mixed in with the cum still leaking off his hands, were the bloody remains of the eldest son. What a shame. At least he still had two though, right?

Except he didn’t, he realised, memory returning of the moment just before he climaxed when he’d felt the youngest of the three brothers squirming around the ball of his foot and ground him into mulch. Kicking his foot up and propping it on the table confirmed as much, the red stain on his sock telling him all he needed to know of the boys final moments. Well then, wasn’t this just wonderful. Five of these little fuckers in the house when he started and he’d wasted them all on the first round.

He supposed he couldn’t very well remain sulking here all day about it, so Daniel rose from his seat and made to pick up his pants from where he’d discarded them on the floor. As he bent down to reach for them he sensed something peculiar, much to his delight, as a familiar wriggling sensation emitted from his butt. Someone really was looking out for him today it seemed. Perhaps there’d be more than one round after all…?