The voices
of Courtney and Jake echoed around. It sounded like their voices were coming
out of a stereo amplifier behind a brick wall; loud but unclear. Every few
minutes her vagina walls gave you a small probing scrunch, as if to check you were
securely in place.
There was
also a rushing sound like a waterfall or hot tub jets. It didn’t take long to
realize Jake was running Courtney a bath. Soon you felt yourself being rotated
so you were on your back, facing up. Courtney had gotten into the bath and lay
back, turning her lower belly – and you—you face up. Her sex muscles relaxed,
giving you a little more space.
The air was
calm. She sighed with contentment, let the strain leave her muscles, and went
quiet.
You were
buried in the depths of her dark—and a little swampy— passage. Although you
couldn’t see anything, your brain was awash in a vivid realization. You tried
to think of something, anything else, but it was impossible. There was
literally nothing to distract you. Right at this moment, Courtney was laying
naked in a bath. And you were inside her, closer than anything. Her vagina kept
you tucked away inside, unable to appreciate her nakedness. The thought filled
you with unstrained lust, and your prick turned to steel.
The thought
that you were a tiny helpless captive caught up inside her scaled-up anatomy
made you positively tremble with arousal. But your trembling was quickly
quelled as her sex effectively kneaded you into quiet submission. Every few
minutes your body was shifted about as Courtney gently moved in the bath,
washing herself. Lastly she leaned forward to wash her feet, causing you to get
compressed beneath the downward pressure of her torso. Her toned abs packed
down as if treading on you, literally compressing the air out of your lungs. You
were held in this state for leisurely minutes as she finished her feet. Then
she straightened again, relieving you somewhat. But not for long.
Her
abdominal wall tightened again, and held. You wondered if she was trying to
hold back a log. Not exactly correct. For
whatever reason, Courtney suddenly decided to rapidly engage her pelvic floor.
Her vagina became a vise that tightened and tightened and the flex placed on
your body was truly unimaginable. This was worse than even the previous times;
it seemed this time she was actually determined to squish you out of existence.
You were pushed inward from both sides, causing your front and back to pack
together, closer and closer. For several moments, every nanosecond you lost
half your body width. You suffered this without reprieve.
The reason
for this sudden crunching became clear. What sounded like a stick of dynamite
burst near your head, on the other side of a wall. At the same time, you felt
fast moving flow expanding on the other side of the vaginal tunnel and pushing
out against you, pressing you very thin. Your head was pulled even longer and thinner,
stretching even more from bullet-shape to a fine tip like a screwdriver. The noise
didn’t just explode in your head. It played out, a stunning rippling explosion
through your entire body. For an instant, your body was reduced to almost
shaking to bits. Every thought was shook out of your head. Once this
offensive bomb had completely detonated and escaped, Courtney sunk back and
relaxed again. Meanwhile your painfully tense body was allowed to shrink back
to its bullet-shape.
The bath
water was drained and Courtney stood, and got out. She wrapped a towel around
herself and began blow drying her hair. Now that she was once again standing
upright, the fierce squeezing of her pelvic floor, combined with the pull of
gravity triggered a minute change in her anatomy.
As you
patiently listened to the drone of the hairdryer, you felt a persistent tapping
feeling on your head, like big raindrops. It seeped into your whole body and
spread warmth everywhere. It felt like you were being peed on, but that wasn’t
possible. Your soft squishy body eagerly drank up this steady spill, like a
tiny sponge.
It was
blood. And it was your job to soak it up.
Slowly, you
started to inflate, like you were drinking warm water. It didn’t stop. Your
body tightened and stretched like a little water balloon, with the strain of
being filled up, whilst Courtney’s vagina walls acted as a countermeasure,
keeping you bottled in, refusing to let you expand even an inch. As your
inflating body fought for space, her fissure remained stubbornly tight, forcing
you to deform. Your body
helpfully swallowed her sex wastes. This was just another way your body had
changed. It didn’t just squish and stretch, but also squeegee’d up fluid.
Her passage
was its most narrow just below your armpits, creating a bottleneck at your
chest. There was a muscular knot circling your ribs that pulsated regularly,
serving you with a regular series of vigorous squeezes that pumped the fluids
through your tiny system, more efficiently than you could swallow. Once you
were filled with more blood than a greedy vampire, the stream dried up again.
You now felt like a soda can that had been shaken and was intolerably firm. Her
muscular walls continued to probe you with small squeezes, as if to test your
limits. You focused on withstanding each of these endurance tests as they came.
Courtney
went into the bedroom, and slid onto the bed. Once more you were in a lying
position. A moment later Jake entered. Although his words were garbled, his
tone was unmistakable.
“Better?”
said Jake.
“Almost,”
Courtney said, coyly.
You were
rolled until you were face down. Then pressure was grinding up and down the
length of your body, as Jake took Courtney from behind. Her back passage
crammed you against her front wall, and pressure grinded up and down your
length. It was like you were the last blob of toothpaste in the tube, and
Jake’s organ was the giant thumb trying to squeeze you out. His organ was
substantially bigger than you. Even his tip was bigger than you, and treated
you the way a hammerhead treated a nail that needed to be pounded flat. By the time
it was over, your whole body was ringing with sensitivity and longing for rest.
The giant couple slid into bed and spooned, and before long, they both drifted
to sleep. Warm and
tight inside Courtney’s lady slit, listening to the steady pulse of her circulation
in your head, you soon followed.
*
At six in
the morning, Courtney slipped out of bed. She was grateful her period was over;
lucky because she was on her last tampon. Overnight, it had dutifully soaked up
the last fluids, and she could feel it was now very full. As she stepped out of
the bedroom and made her way down the unlit hallway, finding the bathroom in
the dark, she could feel the tampon squish every time she took a step. It was gross
and probably left in too long for such a small delicate tampon. It was full to max
capacity and begging to come out.
She took a
seat on the toilet and caught the tampon string – or dental floss – and tugged,
and felt the tampon drag its way from under her lower belly, towards her vagina
entrance. It was slow going; the tiny thing was now packed with fluids, and was
exceptionally moist and stretchy.
It probably
wasn’t just full of blood but also some backlogged girl cum, following her long
session with Jake before bedtime. The tampon had lazily been marinating in all
these juices most of the night, until it was fragile now and prone to stretch
like chewed gum if she tugged too hard. She had to
very carefully rotate and wiggle it. Although she was gentle, the tampon
stretched anyway.
Finally,
the whole thing was out, and her vagina felt fresher, exorcised of all unholy
impurities. Without a second glance, she dropped it into the small sanitary bin
in the bathroom and went back to bed.
*
For eight
hours you lived and breathed inside Courtney’s vagina, and in that time you had
been deformed to an extreme degree. You gradually emerged from Courtney’s slit,
part by part. Pulled backwards by the loop of dental floss around your ankles,
you felt less like you were being born again, and more like fishing tackle
being recovered from a fish’s throat. She had to
ease you out slowly to prevent stretching you any more. Nevertheless, with
every small tug, you felt some part of your body elongate and get thinner, and
prayed you wouldn’t get pulled apart.
Finally, you
were fully out, and left to dangle weakly upside from the string around your
ankles. You weren’t the same compact tube shape as when you went in, but now
were as long and thin as a pencil, and blood red. You looked scrunched,
practically chewed up and spat out by your giant muff prison.
The brief
look Courtney gave you told you everything. You looked like a dirty rag. Without a second glance, she dropped you into
the small sanitary bin in the bathroom. You hit the plastic bin liner and stuck
in place like a schoolyard spitball.
The toilet
flushed and her footsteps moved away. You lay at the bottom of the trash,
amidst a couple of other used tampons and shreds of toilet paper. For the next
hour, you were stuck to the inside trash wall, and the smell of vaginal wastes
permeated your entire being.
Once your
energy had come back, you attempted to shift and try to detach from the trash
bag. By tensing repeatedly, you were able to wring the female fluids out, which
felt not so different from voiding your bladder. Gradually, your color returned
to normal, and your body began to return to normal human shape. Still slightly
sticky, you climbed up the liner, to the top of the bin, and pulled yourself
over the edge.
With one
last squeeze to drain out the last drops of fluids, you then dropped off the
bin, and slapped onto the tiled bathroom floor. Your reflection on the shiny
bathroom floor stared up (or ‘down’) at you. You looked down at your hands with
a small sense of relief; regular human hands.. You were once again your normal
shape, if incredibly tiny, and still naked.
Feeling a
little better, you began to make the journey out of the bathroom and down the
hall. With everyone in bed, the house seemed bigger, cool, and deceptively
empty. The coolness didn’t bother you as much as the quiet. Will was still out
there somewhere, but it was too murky to search right now.
The air
shuddered. Without thinking, you had wandered into the bedroom, where Jake and
Courtney lay in bed, snoring. The vibrations of their low breathing trembled
your body. All the
stress the past few hours made you very tired, and longing for sleep.
You
journeyed across the room and finally lay down on the bundle of Courtney’s
discarded pantyhose, which lay in a pile next to the side of the bed. Her scent
rushed powerfully at you and filled you with arousal. Only then you realized you
had accidentally wrapped yourself in the crotch part of the hose. Rolling
over onto your side and closing your eyes, you meditated on how Courtney had
changed. Like Jake, she had lapped the biological cycle a few solar
revolutions, had lost weight, gained muscle and vice versa. She had gone from
baby smooth to subtly toned. Her figure was now unambiguously womanly, her long
legs no longer gangly but sexy. As you
tugged at the hose, wrapping it over yourself a little more like a blanket, the
bedsprings let out a noise. The squeak was so sudden, that it came like an
exclamation mark, or an eruption of surprise.
Courtney
had suddenly lifted her head off the pillow, and was staring down right at you.
You were
flooded with shock. You tried to jump up but got tangled in the hose, and spent
a second struggling to free yourself. The whole time desperately conscious that
you had one hundred percent of this giant woman’s attention in one unannounced
instant. Her
startled stare gave you no doubt that she was looking right at you. She then
slung one arm out of the blanket, and sent it straight for you.
By now, you
managed to slip out of the hose and were on your feet. Courtney’s inquisitive
fingertips were a fraction away from making contact with you. It looked like
she wanted to poke you in the head – probably to check if you were real – but
maybe she also wanted to grab you. Her stare was filled with unfiltered curiosity
and when you’d seen that look on other people, it meant one thing. A candid
need to touch you and squeeze you and work out what you were. You could still
remember being picked up and examined by the college guy, and being squeezed by
Jake.
She wanted
to check you out and see what you were made of. Heart
hammering, you sprinted to the nearest possible hiding spot where she couldn’t
reach you; under the bed.
Jake
grunted.
“What is
it?” he said sleepily.
“Sorry,”
Courtney murmured. “Go back to sleep.”
“You still
got cramp problems?”
“No, I just…thought
I saw something.”
“Like a
dream?”
“Maybe.
Jake…?” she said.
"Yeah?"
"What
if...I don’t know…" she didn't finish, and went quiet for a while. Then
she gave a small sigh.
"I
think I’m going crazy."
*
“Fuzz?
There you are.”
You blinked
awake. It was daytime and Will was standing over you, his normal shape back; lean
and fit. He had also found some cloth and wrapped it around like a towel. You
gazed past him, anxiously, but it seemed like the bedroom was otherwise empty,
at least you couldn’t see or hear anyone big treading around.
After helping
you to your feet, your friend looked at you in astonishment.
“Why didn’t
you say something? I went all through the bag trying to figure out where you
were.”
“I couldn’t
exactly,” you replied, “I got…”
“Yeah?”
“I got stuck
somewhere,” you finished awkwardly, and stared down at your feet, blushing.
He shrugged
it off.
“Well,
forget yesterday. Day two. Start again.” He turned around and began heading out
from under the bed. “So let’s do this. We’re going to get someone’s attention.
Pencil it in.”
“Wait—” You
followed him, a little nervous to be exposed at floor level, imagining, any
second, a giant foot would slide down from the bed and land on you. But it seemed the room was empty.
At the
bedroom entrance, you gazed down the long stretch of hallway leading to the
living room. The coast was clear; Will immediately began striding ahead, and
you following. The air was mild and quiet, no sounds or draughts from occupants
opening the doors or moving around.
From the
other side of the house, the TV played idly, too quiet to make you think anyone
was watching.
“Where is
everyone?” you asked.
“Out doing
stuff. Courtney left, and Jake went for a walk,” he deduced aloud, “It’s
Saturday. Courtney was just doing some cleaning before you woke up; and seemed
kind of bothered by something. And Jake was going around looking for something…And
I don’t mean us.”
“So what
are we going to do?” you asked, hopeful he had come up with a solid plan in the
time you had spent squishing around inside Courtney’s steamy slit.
Without
looking back, Will said:
“Like
yesterday; we’re going to try and get my sister to notice us, but it’s got to
be you who does it this time.”
You thought
of last night and shivered. Everything that followed was a result of Will
poking Courtney’s foot.
“Why me?”
you said.
“Because this
is a turn-based game, and now it’s your turn.”
A small
tremble ran through the floor. Will felt it too. At the edge of the main area,
bordering living room and dining room, you both stood dead still.
Someone had
just come in the front door and shut it again. As soon as they stepped inside,
you and Will began hurrying across the expanse floor to the wallside of the
living room.
A minute
later, Jake trudged into the room, panting. He had come back from his jog, and
quickly found a seat to sink into, slipping off his trainers and putting his
feet up. The sofa groaned as he settled around, folding his arms behind his
head.
Neither you
nor Will moved a muscle. You both just stared at him, unsure what to do.
Several minutes passed while Jake lay there. He took his phone out, and began
to scroll and type.
Then a car
rolled up against the house. Within minutes, Courtney stepped inside and found
Jake still laying on the sofa.
“Oh, caught
you,” she said dryly, whacking his head with a rolled up newspaper. “No
sleeping on the job, slacker. The girls are going to be here soon.” She began
tidying up the coffee table.
“Come on,
we have to get this place looking a little nice at least. Cleanliness is next
to godliness so make a goddess of me.”
“You don’t
need my help there, Courtz,” he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. It seems
he had almost fallen asleep right before Courtney came home.
She switched
on the TV and got some music playing.
“Get some
tunes blasting over here, that’ll wake you up. Move it!”
My Immortal by Evanescence began playing. Courtney fiddled
with the remote, trying to change the song, but it wouldn’t respond. She just laughed
with mocking delight, and said, turning to Jake:
"Oh,
not this old tearjerker. On your playlist really? You sap. This’ll even send me to sleep like a lullaby."
"It's
not one of my songs," Jake said, also laughing. "It must be
yours."
Chastened, Courtney
went quiet. She tried feigning unfamiliarity with the song and failed. Finally
she sunk into the sofa and succumbed fully to nostalgia.
She said:
"Wow."
She lay
back on the sofa like she was in therapy and looked at the ceiling.
"I
haven't listened to this song in a while."
Will looked
at you and rolled his eyes.
‘She
listened to it basically yesterday’. But
‘basically yesterday’ was basically a very long time ago.
Courtney turned
the music right down.
"I
can't."
Caught her
breath. Then decided the quiet was worse. She slowly turned the volume back up.
Will was giivng you an expectant look.
"What?" you said.
He gestured ahead, towards his gigantic twin sister. Were they still twins if she was ten years older than him, you wondered.
"Your turn," he replied. "This is you shot."
She waiting for you.
Why was it so hard now?
You trembled. Unable to speak for yourself, you stole Courtney's own words:
"I can't."