“It's
just bullshit.”
Cassidy's
laugh rumbled across the sky while Sadie fumed opposite her.
Grant
stood shivering between the pair atop the cold metal table just
outside the campus Starbucks. For once, his eyes weren't on his
immense captress or her roommate but on the people who just kept
walking by without sparing a glance at where he sat between two
immense cups that looked like they were covered in wrapping paper.
He knew
better than to try and call attention to himself, he had tried that
the first time that Sadie had left him outside her pocket. They had
been in the library, where Sadie had camped out to get some reading
done between classes and unceremoniously dumped him onto the round
coffee table that sat in front of the armchair she had decided to
curl up in. When one of his friends had walked by, Grant hadn't been
able to contain himself.
He
rushed forward, screaming and waving his arms with blind desperation.
Sadie's
boot had darkened his world a moment before it crashed down. The
force of it hitting the table had been enough to throw him down to
his hands and knees while she whispered in a bored tone, “He can't
hear you, perv...”
Grant
had started to protest only to see the wall of leather barreling
toward him. He ended up jumping to his feet just in time to be
knocked about once again, his body reeling backwards while his arms
spun about. Her other foot swept in from the opposite side and he
cried out when it smacked into him.
Sadie
simply giggled while she absentmindedly kicked him back and forth,
her towering feet barely having to move while she flipped through
page after page of her book.
Still,
he couldn't believe that literally no one could see through whatever
illusion the giant girls had cast with a snap of their fingers. Grant
watched each enormous person pass with as much intent as he could
muster, hoping that somehow he could make them turn toward him
through little more than sheer force of will.
“They
were making Pumpkin Spice Lattes three days ago,” Sadie grumbled
before taking a sip of her monumental coffee, “They can't just be
out of whatever syrup they use to make it that quickly.”
Cassidy
giggled again, “I actually prefer the Peppermint Mocha.”
“Heresy,”
Sadie hissed as her cup came down right beside Grant.
The
force of it was enough to make him stumble about but the second he
recovered, he rushed to huddle beside Sadie's double-shot latte. The
warmth that came through the paper wall of the coffee cup made his
body stop shaking in a single breath.
“Holy
shit,” he whispered.
Grant
didn't understand how she could literally control his size with a
thought and make other people's eyes slide over him like he wasn't
there but do absolutely nothing to ease the cold against his bare
skin. He was fairly certain that she could, especially since
Cassidy's shrunken man sat comfortably on the far side of the table
without so much as a shudder, it was that she didn't want to.
Glancing
up, he saw that her bright blue eyes had settled on him and her lips
twisted into a wry smile. He whimpered, uncertain what was about to
happen as her hand lifted off of her coffee and her thumb stretched
overhead.
“At
least he's finally learning how to behave in public...”
He
crouched low as her thumb came down, seeming to blot out the entire
sky before it settled down atop his head. It gently ruffled his hair,
sending only the faintest jolt of pain through his body as he wavered
beneath it.
A faint
kissing noise echoed out before Sadie added, “Such a good boy.”
Grant
couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips or the way his member
stirred but thankfully neither of the giant girls seemed to notice
the involuntary reaction.
The
thumb slid down his face to cup his chin and force him to crane his
neck to stare up at the smiling giantess, “You want to be a good
boy for me, don't you?”
“Yes,
boss,” Grant's voice was strangled as he shouted and he immediately
bit his lip to keep the lust filled groan from becoming too audible.
Cassidy's
booming laughter at the exchange made him burn bright pink, “I
still can't get over the change in your little guy. It took me a
whole semester and most of the summer to break this one in...”
Grant
awkwardly turned his head to see Cassidy's fingers run down her
shrunken prisoner's backside. He stiffened in shock and looked up at
her, “Did you need something, Miss?”
“No...”
Cassidy's head tilted as she considered the question and then she
looked down at her feet, “You'll need to clean my boots later, all
this rock salt and sand makes such a mess...”
“O-of
course, Miss!”
“We
might as well head back to the room now,” Sadie shrugged while her
thumb guided Grant up against the warm surface of her drink. He
stared up at her as the digit tapped against him, forcing him to
stand before it pinned his back against the towering cup.
The
world turned into a blur as Grant launched into the sky, his
terrified scream swallowed up by the rattling of Sadie's chair and
her snatching up her bag from the ground below. His eyes locked on
the distant sight of her platform Doc Martens, which were normally so
intimidating but suddenly seemed downright dainty as he hung far up
in the sky.
“Actually,
I'm going to go meet up with Jacob. He's taking me to dinner
off-campus to make up for the other day.”
“Oh
my God, really?” Sadie rolled her eyes, “Does he actually think
taking you to some shitty chain restaurant is going to make up for
treating you like an afterthought?”
“I
like Cheesecake Factory,” Cassidy huffed while stuffing her
shrunken slave into the scarf that was neatly tied around her neck,
“And Jacob is willing to try and make things work, Sadie. Love is
about putting in the work and understanding your partner's love
languages...”
Sadie
took a deep breath and her face twisted about for a moment before she
suddenly shrugged, “Whatever, have a nice time.”
Cassidy
stood up a little straighter, the shock clear on her face for a
moment before she smiled, “Thank you, Sadie.”
Grant's
stomach did somersaults as he was lifted even higher then swung
toward his captress's face as she took a long swig from her coffee.
She let out a sigh that washed over Grant's body before she lowered
the cup, “I'm glad Tiffany wasn't here to see that. She'd be all
'Oh wow, Sadie, that was so mature of you' or whatever.”
With
each of her strides, Grant's limbs flopped about while the pressure
from her thumb made it harder and harder to breathe.
“It's
not like I'm trying to be a jerk when it comes to Jacob but Christ,”
she punctuated her sentence with another swig that left Grant's head
spinning, “How many times is she going to cry over this guy not
making her a priority before she finally dumps him?”
The
redhead's face was obscured by the lip of the coffee cup and so Grant
had no idea if he was even supposed to reply while she grumpily
strode across campus.
“I
think it's just that she doesn't want to be single at this school and
I can't blame her. I mean, seriously, the quality of men on this
campus is fucking distressing. Especially in the frats, who are the
only guys worth dating for us since they're in on it.”
Her
words made the shrunken man squirm against the coffee cup but that
didn't even earn him a dismissive snort. Instead, Sadie simply
rambled on.
“Even
when you meet what might be a decent dude, he's going to be some God
Damn Independent and then turn out to suck on top of that. I mean,
fuck, should I just be dating one of the weirdos at Alpha Chi Rho?”
She
tipped her cup back even further to get the last dregs out of her
latte.
Grant
felt his body slip against her thumb as blood rushed to his head and
he stared down into her enormous frustrated face before everything
swung back in the other direction.
Far
below, her at once gigantic and dainty feet stamped down against a
welcome mat with Gamma Phi Beta written across it. With her free
hand, she pulled keys out of her jacket, opened the door and strode
inside.
A few
of her Sorority Sisters smiled when Sadie walked by while she offered
only a brief wave or nod in return before going down into the
basement. As usual, no one was in the game room and the door to her
bedroom was shut and locked.
“Thank
fucking God,” Sadie muttered while entering her room, “I don't
want to actually talk about this with someone. Even floating the idea
of dating an Alpha Chi Rho guy out loud makes me kind of queasy.”
Grant
found himself and the cup he was pinned to set down on Sadie's desk
between two other empty Starbucks cups, one of which still smelled
faintly of cinnamon and clove. Rubbing the red mark on his chest from
where thumb had pinned him, the tiny man took deep breaths as he
watched Sadie start to shed her excess layers.
“Don't
get me wrong those dudes are a lot of fun but they all kind of give
me the ick,” she flopped down into her desk chair while unzipping
her boots and tossing them onto the floor below with a hefty thump,
“Like, are they kind of hot? Totally. I have definitely thought
about how easily half of them could pick me up and throw me around
but whenever I even try to think about fucking them, I can't
stop thinking of how gross that house is, you know?”
Grant
watched as her tongue bulged against her left cheek and her face
screwed up in concentration before he glanced around at the wide
array of garbage that littered her desk.
“Eh,”
her hand came down and wrapped around him, “I got something stuck
near my wisdom tooth...”
The
shrunken man struggled against her fingers while struggling to
comprehend why she had announced that before he found himself being
brought before her slightly chapped lips. “Boss, wait, what're
you-”
“Calm
down. It'll only be for, like, a second.”
“But-”
he continued to squirm as her lips opened wide.
A laugh
rumbled up from the dark abyss of her throat, “You should love
this, perv. It'll almost be like we're kissing.”
A
horrible melange of coffee and beef assaulted Grant's nose as he was
plunged into Sadie's mouth. Despite his small size, he found the
moist cavern to be impossibly cramped. He could feel her cheeks
stretching to accommodate him and he was left constantly flinching
from the saliva that dribbled down from the sharp teeth surrounding
him.
Her
beastly tongue undulated against his chest before choked words
rattled his bones, “It's right there, get it.”
In the
shadowy maw, Grant struggled to make sense of what the hell he was
supposed to be looking for. Above him were several wide flat teeth,
each one roughly the size of his own head and shining with thick
strands of saliva. Sweat or spit, he didn't know which, washed down
over his eyes before running over his lips and making him gag.
“Well?”
Her
frustration had a physical force to it that made Grant yelp in fear.
Reaching
up blindly, he winced as he ran his fingers across the almost razor
sharp edge of her molars. His hands trembled but he probed between
them anyway, desperately trying to figure out which one was the
wisdom tooth.
The
gaps between her teeth were almost non-existent, even for his
shrunken hands but then his fingers dipped into a slightly wider
space. A gooey stringy piece of fat sat wedged between a molar and a
different shaped tooth behind it.
“Yes,
right there.”
Grant
grimaced but wrapped his hands around the fatty hunk anyway before
giving it a yank.
A grunt
of relief boomed around him the moment the bit of food came unstuck
and he was hauled out of the girl's mouth instantly. The sudden
brightness of the light left him blinking and dazed but he felt
Sadie's huge fingertips rip the fatty chunk from his hands.
“Good
boy,” she casually thundered while flicking the stringy piece down
into her otherwise empty trash can.
Despite
his disgust, Grant's body still squirmed at her offhand praise and he
found himself looking up at her smiling visage high above him.
“You
know, now that you're all covered in spit from out little make out
session...”
Grant
blinked in confusion, struggling to follow her train of thought.
Her
belt jingled below and she let out a grunt as she shoved her tight
jeans down around her ankles. Grant's eyes widened at the sight of
her neon yellow panties. A darker patch was growing at the bottom
where her fingers quickly began to rub.
“Did
you know that I used to be kind of a slut in high school?” Sadie
giggled while lowering him down, “If I made out with a dude at a
party, I had pretty much already decided that we were going to
fuck...”
She
didn't even fully remove her panties, instead merely pulling them
aside to reveal her fiery red bush. The neat landing strip she
sported at the start of the semester had steadily given way to a
tangle of dark red hairs.
“I'm
honestly proud of myself for how many times I've made out with Isaac
at Alpha Chi Rho and not fucked him,” her fingers clamped down on
Grants arms and legs, forcing him into a more narrow shape,
“Honestly, I kind of hoped he would have asked me out on a real
fucking date at some point but no because guys at this school suck.”
He
stared up to meet her gaze and immediately shuddered at the look of
frustration etched across her billboard sized face.
“They'll
just look at you in class and put you away in their little spank bank
for later,” Sadie smirked, “Well two can play that game, huh,
perv?”
“Boss-”
His
plea turned into a scream as she shoved him into her womanhood, her
lips already glistening with excitement. Grant felt like he was on a
demented carnival ride as he plunged in deep, his body sliding in and
up in a single fluid motion, the living walls around him seeming to
push and pull him all at once. Then with the same frightening speed
he was yanked back out, the walls stretching and compressing like an
accordion as he passed.
Sadie's
moans echoed around him before he was plunged back in, where they
become a muffled quake throughout her immense body.
It took
him six strokes before he realized that her fingers had released his
arms but the living walls of her vagina were too strong for him to
even try moving them and when he was pulled out, he was moving too
quick to do anything but uselessly flop them about.
All
Grant could do was gasp and sputter mid-stroke while struggling to
keep his eyes and mouth closed every time he was shoved back in.
Despite his best efforts though, he could feel Sadie's salty juices
sliding past his lips and down his throat to churn away in his
stomach.
The
pace quickened and Grant could feel the walls around him starting to
shudder with each one of Sadie's moans. Every time she pulled him
out, he could hear her saying the name 'Isaac' louder and louder
while gulping for air like a fish.
And
then it happened.
Her
womanhood seized him and her juices surged over him like a wave while
she let out a single guttural moan that rattled both her immense
frame and his own tiny body.
Her
fingers released his lower half but he remained wedged inside of her
while she sucked in deep lungfuls of air. Grant lay there, uncertain
whether it would be better to try and free himself or if that would
set her off again.
Then he
felt her fingertips grab his ankles and he was forcibly yanked out
with a disturbing squelch. He hung limply in the air, coughing out
thick globs of mucus that tasted solely of her as she brought him up
to her glowing face.
“Well,
perv? Was it everything you imagined?”
The
shrunken man squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly finding it difficult to
look in her bright blue eyes as a faint heat rose in his cheeks.
“You
know I can see it, right?”
Grant
knew she was referring to his painfully erect cock, which he hadn't
even noticed until after she had come. He couldn't explain it,
especially given how much the rest of him ached, but he was utterly
aroused.
“Say
it, perv.”
“It
was amazing, Boss.”
“Mhmmm,”
He could feel her warm breath rush over him as she brought him close
to her lips before whispering, “Good boy.”
Grant
roared with ecstasy as the words made him cum and Sadie's laughter
rang in his ears.