Audrey peered at her compact and inspected her make-up one last time. With a contented sigh, she ceased her touch-ups, running her fingers through her silky auburn locks, giving them a playful tousle. She looked across the dining room table at her friend who was applying lipstick and eyeliner. The stunning brunette’s glamour make-up and hair contrasted with her simple denim shorts and red tank top.

"You're looking stunning, Audrey," Laura remarked, her tone a blend of admiration and friendly jest.

"Thanks, Laura. And you, as always, are the epitome of beauty," Audrey replied, her words sincere and warm.

Laura, acknowledging the compliment with a gracious smile, continued perfecting her makeup, her focus on achieving perfect smoky wings. "I've never been in this situation before... umm...what's it like?" she inquired, her voice a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

Audrey, gracefully sliding into her heels, looked up, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "You mean, sex?"

Laura rolled her eyes, a blend of amusement and exasperation. "Audrey, please. I've never been with someone of errrm... well, you know, someone of … his stature."

Audrey's expression softened, understanding the depth of Laura's query. She paused, considering her response carefully, wanting to offer both reassurance and honesty.

"Really, not a single date since the outbreak?" Audrey asked, her tone laced with disbelief.

Laura shook her head, a mix of frustration and resignation in her voice. "Not even close, Audrey. No one’s dating, hooking up, anything. Everyone's on edge. There's this absurd rumor that women are carriers. And the few guys who are still healthy are practically in hiding. Besides, I've never been into short guys, much less doll-sized."

Audrey adjusted the strap of her elegant sandal, securing it neatly above her ankle. "Tim and I have managed to keep our connection alive. We’ve stayed intimate throughout the course of the disease. " She said thoughtfully. "We made vows, remember? 'In sickness and in health.' I love him too much to let this come between us, even if the sex… Audrey let out a heavy sigh, “…Even though it’s a major turn-off” she admitted, her voice trailing off with a sigh of mixed emotions.

Laura’s looked sadly at her friend, “I’m sorry Audrey. I shouldn’t have pried.”

“No, it’s fine. You need to know. We had what we call sex just this morning. Basically, he grinds on parts of my body he finds stimulating. My nipples, my labia, whatever tickles his fancy. I confess it’s super annoying. He feels like a fly or ant crawling on my body. You’ll need to resist the urge to swat or brush him off. Anyway, I can’t say it hasn’t never been interesting.”

Audrey closed her eyes and smiled. Blushing, she looked at her friend and giggled, “A few months ago, he was just big enough to have fun with.”

“What do you…Oh!” Laura’s eyes widened, “You didn’t!”

“I did!”

“You giant slut!”, Laura laughed.

“What? We had to get creative! His tiny dick just wasn’t doing it for me.”

“Well, you’ve piqued my curiosity, how did you two manage?”

“First, I would tie a piece of string around his ankles, thighs and his arms.”

Laura clearly intrigued, leaned forward, and put her hand underneath her chin, “Why did you tie him up?”

“He likes it. Didn’t you know? He’s into bondage.”

“Wha? Really? I mean I know he has a foot fetish, but bondage?”, Laura exclaimed.

“Uh huh”, Audrey giggled, “He likes being tied and teased. He told me after we had been dating for six months.”

“Huh… We only dated for four months. I guess he never worked up the courage to tell me.”

“Tying him up had a practical purpose too. It kept his arms and legs from getting twisted and wrenched…umm…When I was using him.”

“So, then what?”, Laura replied with an amused smirk, truly enjoying stoking her friend’s embarrassment.

“I had to be careful. Tim’s too delicate to treat like a real sex toy. I might have snapped his legs if I jammed him in like a dildo. I’d make myself wet, rub some lube on him and gently insert him. After making sure he was comfortable, I’d slowly slide him back and forth. It felt …hmm…well…it felt okay. I could work myself to the edge but not quite cross it. He just wasn’t thick enough to make me cum. After a while, I’d get frustrated and finish with my vibrator.”

Laura laughed at the absurd mental image of Audrey using her old boyfriend as a dildo; headfirst between her lips, tiny legs kicking.

“Poor guy. He must have felt emasculated being replaced by a sex toy.”

“I guess.” Audrey replied thoughtfully, “He certainly doesn’t like standing next to them. Truth be told, anything I do to or around him is emasculating. Just standing up and talking to him is emasculating. He lives in a world of giants. He feels tiny because he is tiny.”

“Sorry Audrey, I didn’t mean to tease you. I’ve heard stories, but I never really thought about having sex with a tiny. You made it sound sweet. It’s obvious you both enjoyed it. I confess it’s put me in the mood… Well sorta.”

Laura gazed at her reflection, applying the last touch of lip gloss. She noticed her friend Audrey, unusually silent, lost in a deep reverie. "Audrey?" she called softly, concern in her voice.

"How's Tim doing?" Laura ventured, breaking the silence.

"Hmm...?" Audrey seemed to drift back from her thoughts.

"How is he really?" Laura pressed gently.

Audrey's voice was quiet, tinged with a heavy heart. "Physically, he's managing... still eating, though drinking's getting harder." She paused, her emotions surfacing. "Emotionally, it's tough. He spent today saying his goodbyes, telling me how much he loves me, thanking me for the years we've had." Tears welled up in her eyes. "He said these last five years were the best of his life."

Audrey brushed away a tear, her voice breaking slightly. "It's just been one of those days, you know?"

Laura reached out; her voice soft with empathy. "I'm so sorry, Audrey... Can I ask... how advanced is it?"

Audrey looked down, her voice barely a whisper. "Stage four."

Laura's reaction was one of shock. "Oh my God, Audrey! How... How are we going to do this without killing him?"

Audrey's response was laced with a mix of anger and determination. "Tim doesn't have long, less than two weeks according to Dr. Anderson. She wanted to box him for hospice this week, but he refused. So, if we have an accident, I’m sure he’ll die... content." Her eyes held a fierce resolve. "I'm ready to take this chance for him, Laura."

Laura sighed, a resigned acceptance in her tone. "Alright, just as long as you're aware of what you're doing."

Audrey's response was quick, and angry. "I've been living with this reality for over a year, Laura. Believe me, I know the risks better than anyone."

"Okay, okay, I get it, I'm sorry. It's just... I'm so anxious. The last thing I want is to do is hurt him," Laura said, her voice trembling with nerves.

Audrey, her tone softening, responded, "I know, Laura. I don't want that either."

Laura's eyes brimmed with tears, frustration at her own helplessness mixing with deep concern for her friend. "I'm really sorry, Audrey... I just wish I could do more," she said, turning away to hide her emotions.

Audrey's face softened, a trace of understanding and fatigue in her expression. "No, I'm sorry for snapping at you. It's just... this disease has been overwhelming. But having you here, willing to go through this with us, means everything. You're an incredible friend."

Laura, gathering her strength, reached out to place a comforting hand on Audrey's back. With a gentle, reassuring touch, she said, "I love you, Audrey. I'm here for you, and I'm not leaving your side."

Audrey managed a weak smile, squeezing Laura's hand in gratitude. Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, wiping away a stray tear. "Let's focus on tonight. I know you're worried. Just stick to the plan we discussed, and everything will be okay for Tim."

"Did you remember to bring your heels?" Audrey inquired with an air of seriousness.

Laura nodded, her tone matching Audrey's. "Absolutely, they're in my overnight bag. Classic black stilettos, just like you wanted. Four inches, strappy. And, of course, I didn't forget the matching lingerie set."

Audrey mused for a moment, "“Do you mind if we go nude? Just the heels would be perfect."

"No issue with that," Laura replied with an easy smile.

"Used the fragrance-free body wash, right?" Audrey continued her checklist.

"Yep, all done," Laura confirmed.

"And the non-oily moisturizer?"

"Also yes."

"What about a pedicure? Did you manage to get one?"

Laura let out an annoyed sigh at the thoroughness of her friend's inquiries, and swung her long legs onto the table, showcasing her freshly pampered feet. "Yes, Audrey, I did. Went this morning. I chose a lovely pink for the nails, indulged in a sea salt scrub, and finished off with a relaxing lavender oil and hot stone massage. My feet are as smooth and soft as they can be. I also got a fresh wax this week, apart from the well-trimmed landing strip that you also asked for. I followed your instructions to the letter!”

Audrey's eyes brimmed with tears again, her voice shaky. "I'm sorry for being so fussy. I just want everything to be perfect... to give him this one last beautiful moment. I’m so sorry Laura, I don’t mean to be such a bitch. It's just... this has been incredibly tough. I never imagined I'd be facing widowhood at twenty-eight."

Overwhelmed, Audrey closed her eyes, a mix of frustration and sorrow in her gesture. "Fuck! This is stupid, isn't it? Laura, you really don't have to go through with this. Maybe you could just be there, you know, as moral support...maybe just watch."

Laura gently placed her feet back on the ground and moved closer to Audrey. With a soothing touch, she brushed Audrey's auburn hair and lifted her chin gently. "Hey, it's okay, don't cry. Look, you've offered me a way out countless times, and every time, I've told you I'm in this with you. I'm here for both you and Tim. Sure, it's a bit weird and I'm slightly out of my comfort zone, but if this can bring him a bit of joy, help him tick something off his bucket list, then it's absolutely worth it."

Audrey managed a grateful, albeit weak, smile. "Thanks, Laura. It is weird, but at this point there isn’t much he can do with what’s left of his life. I know it’s stupid, but maybe fulfilling this fantasy will make him feel alive again, even if just for a moment. And he really has missed you. It's been months."

Laura laughed, a lightness in her voice, "I'm pretty sure this wasn't what he had in mind when he talked about a visit." Her mood shifted, becoming more reflective. "I've missed him too. It just got so hard seeing him... you know..." Laura's voice faded, her realization of the potential insensitivity in her words making her pause. She looked down, her cheeks flushing with a tinge of embarrassment.

"Look at me, going on about how tough it's been to see Tim shrink, while you've been his constant companion through it all. You're incredible, truly."

Audrey shook her head modestly, "I'm not incredible, Laura, I'm just his wife. And I think you would've done the same if our roles were reversed. I understand why you needed to step back for a bit, and I know you care about Tim."

Laura's cheeks colored deeper, and she averted her gaze, her voice laced with a mix of emotion and surprise at her own admission. "I do care... I still have feelings for him," she confessed, then quickly blurted, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. It was inappropriate."

Audrey offered a warm, understanding smile to her friend and gently stroked her hand. "Laura, there's no need to apologize, I understand. I've always known about your feelings. You know, I never told you this, but I was so scared of losing you when Tim and I started dating. The moment I saw Tim, I was drawn to him, but you've been my rock since we were kids. If I had to make a choice, you would have been my pick, no question."

Laura responded with heartfelt sincerity, "Audrey, I couldn't have lived with myself if you had sacrificed your happiness for me. Yes, it was painful at first, but you and Tim clearly had something special. He and I always made more sense as friends. Besides, that's ancient history now. And, since we're being honest, I've always appreciated how you let Tim and I keep our friendship. You were never jealous or insecure. You made it so easy when he and I started working together. Our situation could have ruined our friendship, but we didn't let it. We navigated it all together."

With that, Audrey leaned in and embraced her friend tightly, affirming their deep bond. "We really did," she agreed softly.

Laura gently pulled away, her hand affectionately caressing Audrey's cheek. "You're, my BFF and I'm not backing down now. Come on, no more tears, it's almost show time!"

Audrey, with a small laugh, wiped her eyes and stood up, beginning to untie her floral silk robe. "Are you ready for this?" she asked, a mix of excitement and nerves in her voice.

Laura, looking up at Audrey, replied, "Almost, just need to slip on my sandals. But, Audrey, could I ask for something?"

"Of course, anything," Audrey said warmly.

"How about a shot? Just something to smooth out the nerves. No offense, love you loads, but this isn't exactly my cup of tea, and the last time we made out, we were young, drunk and stupid. “

Audrey couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Wait, you're not into girls?"

Laura laughed grimly, giving Audrey a thoughtful look. "Well, after all this, who knows? I might need to reconsider. I don’t think they’re going to be any men left."

Audrey's laughter faded into a more contemplative tone. "It's a terrifying thought," she mused as she walked towards the kitchen. "Really terrifying," she murmured to herself. Glancing back at Laura, she called out, "I think there's some vodka in here. But let's keep it to one shot. It wouldn’t be safe to be stumbling drunk, right?"

  Leaning back against the cold, unyielding surface of the medicine cup that had become my prison, I resigned myself to the futility of escape. The enormous cup looming over me weighed tons and its walls might as well have been made of steel. My gaze was fixed on the dim, opaque ceiling above as I listened to the distant, booming sounds of conversation. Audrey was speaking to someone, her feminine voice a thunderous echo. The other voice was unmistakably female, though I couldn't discern the words or identity. Something was being planned, I could sense it. Audrey used to let me roam freely around our home, but those days were gone. My new residence was a miniature terrarium, placed like an exhibit on the nightstand beside our bed. She insisted it was for my "safety," allowing me freedom only under her vigilant eyes. This new existence, akin to a pet turtle's, was my latest humiliation, but arguing was pointless.

It’s hard going from towering man to insect. To think I once stood at 6'4", athletic, dark hair, and chiseled features – I was the epitome of masculine appeal. High school and college were my playgrounds of popularity. Landing a prestigious job as a biomedical engineer at a pharmaceutical company, I married Audrey not long after. But everything shifted the moment I started shrinking. I tried to maintain my old self as the world around me expanded, but it was a losing battle. The day my 5'2" intern picked me up to place me on her desk, to discuss an assignment; ostensibly to avoid looking up her skirt, was the day I resigned. The daily humiliations, no pun intended have only grown since.

Being trapped under a paper cup on the floor, however, was something different. Audrey typically made sure I was on a table, away from the dangers of the floor where I could easily be stepped on or become prey to some lurking insect. Yet, here I was, hidden beneath this cup, right beside the enormous bed we once shared. The room was filled with the crackling sound of wood-wick candles and the soothing scents of lavender and vanilla filled the air. “She’s teasing me”, I thought. Looking down at my erection, it was obviously working.

Suddenly, the floor began to vibrate ominously. These vibrations quickly escalated into powerful, seismic thuds, each accompanied by a resonating clack. It was the unmistakable sound of giant heels, first one pair, then another, their echoes bouncing off the polished oak floors. "Who is she with?" I pondered anxiously.

Then, as suddenly as it began, the cacophony of sounds and tremors ceased.

"I know you're nervous, just let me take care of him," I heard Audrey's voice, colossal and overwhelming from my tiny perspective.

"Where is he?" Another woman's voice, a giant in my new shrunken reality, boomed from above. It was a thunderous yet distinctly feminine voice that vibrated through my entire body, making my teeth chatter with its intensity.

"He's on the floor, under that little paper cup," Audrey replied.

The other woman reacted with surprise, "Audrey, that's cruel! Why would you do that to him?" Her voice was a mix of shock and concern, echoing powerfully around me.

“I told you. He’s into bondage.”

“Yeah? But you trapped him…Ohhhh I see”

“Uh huh”, Audrey giggled, “He’s too little to tie up, so I put him under a cup.”

The woman laughed, “Wow! You two are playing sex games?

“Why of course! He’s been a naughty, naughty, little man!

I could hear the humor in Audrey’s voice. I knew that last bit was for me.

Trapped under the paper cup, I heard the other woman's playful response, "Well then, he definitely deserves to be punished!" Her giggle resonated through the cup, and in that moment, I recognized the voice as Laura's. But before I could contemplate why she was in our bedroom; the floor shook with incredible force under the weight of giant footsteps. The cup shook vibrated violently, and I was roughly bounced off the hard floor as one of the giant women stepped over me, planting her feet firmly on either side of my makeshift prison.

The impact stunned me, leaving my head ringing, and knocking the breath out of my lungs. Dizzily, I managed to rise onto all fours, only to be momentarily blinded by a sudden, intense light.

"Oh Timmy, you can come out from under that cup now," came Audrey's booming voice.

As my eyes adjusted, I noticed that one side of the cup had been lifted. Emerging from beneath it, I was confronted by the immense sight of a strappy sexy black stiletto, buckled above the ankle, pressing down on the edge of the cup. "Was my wittle man trapped by this tiny cup?" the voice teased.

Then, without any effort, the foot crushed the cup completely, sending it skittering across the floor to the far wall with a careless kick.

"Hello, Tim," the words thundered from behind me. I spun around, my gaze traveling upward from gigantic toes, crossed by a thin black strap, along the impossibly steep arch of the foot, past the buckled strap sinuously wrapped around the ankle, and up the long, towering legs. Finally, my eyes met the face of the brunette giantess peering down at me, her presence overwhelming yet familiar. Laura was completely nude with her hands on her knees, smiling mischievously. Her enormous breasts quivered as they were squeezed between her arms.

“Ahem”

I turned around and looked up at Audrey who was also nude staring down at me with her hands on her hips.

Surrounded by these towering figures, I couldn't help but notice their striking beauty. Audrey had always embodied the allure of a classic noir femme fatale – tall, willowy, with a grace that belied her strength. Her most captivating features were her long, elegant legs and her lithe, curvaceous figure. Laura, almost matching Audrey in height, presented the picture of a bikini model, combining voluptuousness with a toned physique and equally impressive legs.

"Ready for a kaiju-sized ménage à trois, little man?" Audrey teased, her voice booming above me.

Kaiju. That term struck a chord. Audrey was well aware of my love for those cheesy Japanese giant monster movies. And now, here they were, my own personal kaiju. Tree-size, skyscraper-size, the descriptive adjectives grew larger as I grew smaller. I had long since abandoned the use of superlatives to describe my shrinking world. Other men afflicted with Baumann’s Syndrome – writers, journalists, artists – they eloquently chronicled their shrinkage. But I, an engineer by trade, preferred exact measurements.

Audrey stood at 5’10”, while Laura was slightly shorter. At my current half-inch stature, this rendered Audrey a colossal 840 feet tall in my perspective. Her shoe size, a 10, and Laura's, a size 9, translated to their feet being about 122 and 118 feet in length, respectively. In my world, they could easily step over a 20-story building, block a four-lane freeway with their feet, or crush a car under their toes. The scale of their presence was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

I craned my neck, spinning to look at one woman to the next. Audrey held up her smartphone.

“We’re going to be moving around too much tonight to use Weespeak, so you’re going to have to use your arm signals, k?”

I raised one arm to signal yes.

"Great!" Audrey smiled, setting the phone on the dresser. She turned to Laura and Laura gave me a seductive look while slowly running her hand from her thigh to her breast. "I can't wait to play with your boy toy," she purred.
Audrey moved closer to Laura and wrapped her arms around her waist, then looked down at me. "We'll start things off here. You can play with one of our feet." I looked up at them suspiciously. "Go ahead, pick one."

Confused, I didn't move… surely, they didn't want me touching Laura like that.

“Audrey, I think the little guy’s worried you’re going to squash him flat if he touches me.”

“Really!?” She said in disbelief. “Tim! You know I would never purposely hurt you. This is the threesome you wanted. Laura’s graciously agreed to be the third.”

I looked back at Laura who gave a friendly wave and warmly smiled. “That’s right, I’m here for you Tim. I’ve been looking forward to this, and we both want to make this a night you’ll never forget.”

Now I remember. The memory came rushing back with a bittersweet twinge. It had been several months ago, on a hazy and indulgent night, when Audrey was reclining on the patio chaise, and I sat perched in the palm of her hand. She sipped delicately from her glass of wine while I took slow, measured sips from a few drops of single-malt scotch. The conversation turned to my future, or lack thereof, in the face of my illness. As we joked and laughed about my bucket list, I let slip that one of my desires was to experience a threesome. Little did I know at the time that Audrey would make this wild fantasy a reality. And who would be better to join us in this fantasy than Laura? It seemed fitting, given our intertwined histories and shared connections.

The only problem was by threesome, I meant as a normal-sized man. The only sensation my physical efforts registered with Audrey was barely a tickle. What was I supposed to do with two giant women?

As the two women slowly rose up, Audrey took a deliberate step closer to Laura, causing me to scramble backward between the relative safety of Laura's feet. My view of their faces was now obscured, but I could hear their heavy breathing and see their bodies pressed together from their bellies to their breasts. Audrey reached her arms around Laura's waist and pulled her in closer, their chests now touching. She looked down at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Tim," she said, her voice low and sultry, "I'm going to touch Laura in all kinds of ways. And you have my permission to join in."
Laura's own voice was filled with desire as she added, "And don't keep us waiting too long. I might have to put you back under a cup if you do."

Audrey giggled, "You're such a bitch."

"Mmmm Hmmm," Laura purred, running her hands up and down Audrey's arms, "I am. And I'm going to make you my little plaything."

As they leaned in for a passionate kiss, I cautiously made my way out from between Laura's feet and gazed up at the two colossal women before me. I couldn't help but feel like an insignificant speck far below these two titans, who were now locked in a heated embrace, caressing each other's breasts with fervent intensity and oblivious to my presence. The sounds of their soft moans and frantic kisses filled the room, echoing loudly in the giant room as if they wanted the whole world to know of their pleasure.

It was obvious they were acting. Laura was never attracted to small, weak men, and as my disease progressed to stage four, I became one of the smallest and weakest. Audrey had always mocked the idea of the hot lesbian sex trope as a stupid, misogynistic fantasy. Yet here they were, two nude 80-story goddesses passionately kissing high above me. It was pity sex, pure and simple, but at this point I wasn’t too proud to turn down the offer.

One of the cruel symptoms of Baumann's disease was hypersexuality - an intense and insatiable desire, shortened refractory periods, a hypersensitive cock, paired with an increasingly miniscule body. It was a curse, to be reduced to almost nothing while your desires raged on uncontrollably. And as an infected man's body wasted away, so did his chances of satisfying those desires with a woman who grew larger, more disinterested, and ultimately disgusted by his pitiful attempts at seduction.
I knew I was lucky to have Audrey by my side - kind, loving, and even indulgent of my needs. Since the outbreak, most women had lost interest in men like me after a certain point. Some wives had even abandoned their infected husbands altogether. So, who was I to refuse Audrey's pity fuck? To act the fool too proud to accept what little pleasure she could offer in our final days together?

Turning to the task at hand, I move with caution, my heart racing in my chest. Two pairs of stunning feet loom above me, each longer than a blue whale, their size almost overwhelming me. My eyes darted between them as I circled around, trying to decide which one to approach first. As I walked around each one, the sounds of passionate kissing above me slowed, and I sensed I was being watched.

"Be still," Audrey whispered, confirming my suspicions. "He's walking around your feet." With eager hands, I reached up and touched Laura's gigantic stiletto heel marveling at its sheer height- rising over fifty feet to a graceful arch under her slender ankle. As I looked up at the bottom of her sandal next to the heel, I saw the number nine embossed into the tan leather, almost six feet in height. Jimmy Choo, Laura has always had expensive taste in shoes.
Underneath her towering feet, I felt a mixture of arousal and fear - the thin heels supporting thousands of tons and swaying slightly with every small movement of her foot. It was both exhilarating and terrifying to be so close to such immense power. The thought of being crushed by such a powerful force caused me to shudder.

I crossed from under the heel and gazed up at Laura's well-sculpted thighs, leading to her bare vulva over four hundred feet above me. Beside it, Audrey's vulva also loomed large. Mesmerized by the living cathedral of lust above me, I compared the two. Laura's plump labia form a neat crevasse while Audrey's inner lips peeked out messily, creating a fleshy formation reminiscent of a rock face. Though I was intimately familiar with Audrey's pussy finding it easy to climb. Climbing up Laura's seemed more daunting and treacherous.
My head tilted back and my breath caught in my throat as I looked up at the towering, nude women. The sight alone was enough to stoke my arousal, but the feel of my throbbing cock only added to the sensation. With each step I took, my shaft brushed against my thighs, making it even harder with excitement. My gaze slowly returned to the immense toes in front of me.

Both women possessed beautifully feminine feet, well beautiful if you were into feet. I know most people assume that feet are well…just feet, but like women in general, they’re attractive ones and others not so much. Audrey and Laura’s were practically works of art. As someone with a particular attraction to feet, I noticed every detail - their delicate curves, slender ankles, perfect arches, and long, well-formed toes with impeccably trimmed nails. Upon closer inspection, it was also obvious that both women recently had pedicures, as both sets of feet were fastidiously clean. Audrey’s smelled fresh and minty. Laura’s had more of a floral tone. Audrey’s toenails were painted a nice light blue (periwinkle, I think she called it), Laura’s were painted pink.

Without hesitation, I decided to try something new and chose Laura's feet. It wasn't just their appearance that captivated me; it was the power her feet held in their massive forms. As I made my way over to her right foot, the leather sandal she wore creaked under her weight. I watched in awe as the huge muscles and tendons in her feet and calves flexed and twitched in the natural task of maintaining balance. Her mammoth toes alternated between lifting off and gripping the insole of her sandal, causing the leather to creak even more. I was awestruck at the sheer size of her big toe - hanging slightly over the sole of her sandal and looming some fifteen feet above my head.

“I think he chose your right foot. He’s walking towards it. Keep it still.”

The words "easier said than done" hung in the air, a subtle acknowledgment of Laura's lack of experience with littles. She appeared calm on the surface, but her body betrayed her nervousness with small, unconscious movements that made climbing difficult and dangerous. In stark contrast, Audrey's feet and toes remained perfectly still, a testament to her honed skills in meditation and mindfulness, something we had both learned through our attendance at Ultra-Dimorphic Couples Intimacy classes. It was a risky endeavor, climbing on a woman who seemed unaware of the impact of her body's movements. But at this point, I was too consumed by my desire to care about any potential hazards or consequences.

I cautiously approached Laura’s foot and reached out to touch the sole of her sandal. The edge of the thin sole at my miniature scale was like a wall, almost as tall as me. She clenched her toes which flattened the tip of her sandal against the floor, allowing me to get forearms over the top of the insole and grasp the rope-thick stitching on the edge. Before I could fully climb on, her toes suddenly relaxed which left me dangling helplessly in midair. Swinging my leg over, I managed to climb onto the insole. It wasn't a difficult feat, but the constant movement of Laura's toes against the sole of her sandal made for an unnerving ride. I was beginning to have doubts about my decision to choose this inexperienced giant for her first tiny sexual encounter. Slowly standing up in the narrow space between her toes and the edge of her sandal, I warily watched her massive digits, knowing that any sudden movement could send me tumbling to my doom. If she were to raise her toes, the sandal could easily tilt, sending me sliding underneath them and potentially crushing me beneath their immense weight. While there were certainly worse ways to go than being crushed under Laura's toes, death was not something I was quite ready for yet.

The tip of Laura’s big toe was over ten feet tall which was too tall for me to climb, but the toe next to it sloped down to a more manageable five feet. I didn’t have much of a plan other than climbing and exploring a bit and finding a suitable spot to rub my cock. The thought of massaging a woman's feet or sucking on her toes seemed like a distant dream - I was far too puny for such desires. As I gazed up at Laura's massive foot, I realized that I couldn't even see all of it within my field of vision. But determined to make the most of this opportunity, I grabbed onto the cuticle of her index toe and began my ascent. Standing precariously on the lacquered pink nail, I peered across the length of the twenty-foot toe towards its instep. So many options lay before me - should I attempt to climb the steep slope of Laura's foot towards her sandal ankle strap? Slide along the side of her big toe towards the ball of her foot? Or perhaps jump from one toe to the next.

As I gingerly walked across the first joint of her massive toe, I heard a deafening squeak above me. Without warning, the ground beneath me jolted upward with immense force, flinging me high into the air. I landed with a jarring impact on the knuckle of her toe. My heart raced as I realized it was only sheer luck that kept me from sliding off into the space between her toes and being crushed.

He's on my toe!" her voice echoed through the vast space, filled with both annoyance and surprise.

My heart raced as I looked up, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Of course, I'm on your toe!" I thought to myself, a mixture of embarrassment and fear coursing through me. Then I remembered and cursed myself for being the world’s tiniest, biggest idiot.
Laura's feet are notoriously ticklish. When we were dating, I discovered she didn’t like having her feet touched. She eventually gave in and would reluctantly allow me to massage them; however, she couldn't stand any light touching. The slightest touch would send her into fits of uncontrollable laughter, and at my size, all I could do was lightly touch.

As I struggled to hold on for dear life, her toes were spasming and jerking uncontrollably, making it feel like I was riding a giant bull. Even though she was aware of my presence on her foot, her unconscious reptilian brain had taken over and was reacting to this unexpected irritant tickling her.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over me, and I managed to twist my head to see its source. Above me was the sandaled sole of Laura's left foot. My heart sank as I realized that this was it - Laura was about to squash me and smear my tiny remains beneath her shoe because this bug forgot how ticklish she was.

"Laura, stop!" Audrey's voice echoed through the small room, filled with giggles and squeals.

"Oh my God, it tickles!" Laura exclaimed, trying to wriggle away from Audrey's touch.

"I know," Audrey replied quietly, her hand lightly tracing circles on Laura's stomach. "Just focus on my hand, sweety."

"Audrey..." Laura moaned as Audrey's fingers danced across her skin then moved lower, causing her to squirm even more.

"Do you like that?" Audrey whispered seductively in Laura's ear.

"Wait...what are you..." Laura started to ask before being cut off by a soft kiss on her lips.

"Shhh...just focus on my fingers," Audrey directed, trailing kisses down Laura's neck.

"Mmmmm...oooooooh...Don't stop!" Laura moaned, losing herself in the sensations.

"I won't," Audrey promised, her own desire evident in her husky voice. "Now focus on my lips."

Too focused on holding on to Laura’s bucking toe, I couldn't see what Audrey was doing. But the effects of her efforts were almost instantaneous. The room was filled with the sounds of passionate kisses and feminine moans. As their bodies merged, Laura's toes stopped moving and her left foot crashed back down on the floor with an enormous thud. I was shaking with fear and relief, grateful that I wasn't just a wet spot on the bottom of Laura's sandal.
“Honey,” Audrey whispered, her voice a sweet melody in the quiet room. “You should hurry and finish what you’re doing.

“No Audrey, it’s fine.” Laura breathed between kisses, her fingers softly trailing down Audrey’s back. “Tim, take all the time you want." She giggled, "Have fun playing with my foot.” I chuckled at that. At my size, you don’t really play with a woman’s body, any more than one could play with a mountain.
Laura's feet were now still, her attention fully on Audrey as they passionately kissed and ran their hands through each other's hair. Audrey's fingers found their way to Laura's clit, and she began to gently stroke it with a practiced touch. Each moan and sigh that escaped Laura's lips only fueled my desire.

I cautiously stood and looked up at the two enormous women, feeling small and insignificant compared to their overwhelming presence. Audrey’s solution to keep Laura from squashing me was clever but I was struck by the irony which made me laugh again. Of course, this is a ménage à trois. Just Ignore the tiny nuisance crawling on your foot. So much for threesomes, I thought wryly.

Despite Laura’s reassurances, I thought it best to hurry things along. With a quick running start, I leaped onto her big toe and began to walk across the smooth surface of her nail. As a self-proclaimed "foot guy", I knew that different people had different preferences when it came to feet. Some favored soles, others craved dirty feet or tiny feet or big feet or smelly feet. But for me, it was always a woman’s toes. There was something irresistible about a woman's toes - their delicate shape, the way they fit perfectly into sandals, the way they wriggled when tickled. It was like admiring a woman's ass or cleavage or long, curvy legs. A fetish that was almost impossible to explain to those who didn't share it but felt intoxicatingly natural for me.

I dangle my legs over the edge, gripping onto the nail with a white-knuckled grip as I stare down at the massive toe below. My heart was pounding as I felt the pull of gravity against my body, pushing me closer to her skin. The rough ridges of her toe prints scrape against my skin, sending electrifying shocks through my body and causing my already hard cock to throb even more. Desperate for release, I begin to do half pullups using her nail as support, my arms straining and burning with exertion. Finally, I let go and slide down the curve of her toe, standing on the edge of her sandal with my arms spread wide like I was worshiping at an altar. With each caress and kiss to the tip of her toe, I can feel the corrugated ridges beneath me, leading up to where they disappear under the nail above. Like a tiny ant hugging a giant boulder, I press myself against her toe and follow its arc as it curved away from me. It was a dangerous game, knowing that at any moment I could easily fall under her toe if she carelessly lifted it. However, I was too consumed by lust to care about the danger. Finding the perfect angle, I rubbed myself shamelessly against her toe, every movement bringing me closer to climax.

The deep, passionate sounds of the two giants kissing and caressing each other slowly faded away. The room fell into a hushed silence, filled only with the gentle crackle of candles.
“What’s he doing?”, Laura asked in a curious, bemused tone.

Audrey's reply was tinged with knowing amusement, "It seems he's grinding against your big toe."

A stifled laugh escaped from someone, followed by a loud giggle.

"I never knew my big toe could be fucked," Laura snorted with laughter.

"Shhhh...let's not make fun of him," Audrey whispered, trying to stifle her own laughter.

"Oops, I’m sorry," Laura apologized in a hushed tone.

Ignoring the stares and whispers of the two women, I shut my eyes and relentlessly thrust my crotch against the unyielding wall of Laura's massive big toe. Both women remained quiet, it was obvious I’d become the focus of attention. As Audrey looked on with a mix of boredom and familiarity, Laura's reaction was one of bemused curiosity, making me feel like a freak in a ridiculous sideshow circus. But in that moment, my lust overruled any feelings of humiliation. I held on tight as Laura’s enormous toes flexed ever so slightly. Not enough to suck me under, but just enough to keep me aware of my reality. A laughable insignificance, dry humping a bemused colossus. My body glistened with sweat as I pressed myself against her toe, trying to grasp it but failing due to its enormous size. And yet, I couldn't stop myself from futilely stretching my arms wide to hold onto it.
As I increased the speed and intensity of my thrusts, I opened my eyes and looked up, marveling at the sheer size and beauty of her toe above me. Turning my head to the side, I saw the rest of her toes, lavishly manicured, beautiful, feminine, yet each thicker than the trunk of any oak tree. And in that moment, I knew I was just a tiny mote of lust in comparison to this goddess above me, hopelessly lost in a world beyond my control.

As I edged towards climaxing, I felt as if I was floating. The creaking of the sandals, the whispers of the women became muffled as I approached a precipice. So close, so close… just a few more seconds…
I whimpered as my orgasm shot through my body like a bolt of electricity. I could feel myself pumping warm, sticky fluid onto the round fleshy wall I was pressed against. Waves of euphoria passed over me, my heart raced, I grew lightheaded, and the muscles in my arms and legs spasmed until I could no longer hold them up. I looked up at Laura’s towering leg, as my vision blurred, and darkness descended.

Laura's eyes widened with alarm as she stared at the tiny man lying prostrate on the tip of her sandal. His body was barely the size of a large ant, his limbs twitching slightly unconsciously.

"Oh my God Audrey! Did I hurt him? What's wrong with him?" she exclaimed; her voice laced with worry.

"Why didn't you tell me your feet were ticklish?!" Audrey scolded.

"I...I forgot," Laura stammered. "It's been ages since any man has touched them."

Audrey let out a sigh, "Next time, just give us a warning before he climbs onto a part of you that's ticklish."

"Sorry, sorry...I will," Laura promised, her gaze still fixed on the tiny man on her foot.

"Umm...is he okay though? Did I hurt him?"

“Wow! you really don’t know anything about Baumann’s Syndrome, do you?” Audrey replied, amazed at her friend’s ignorance.

“I haven’t kept up with the news. I confess, other than the basics I don’t know much. I don’t even want to think about it, so I try to ignore things. A future without men is so terrifying. I know it causes men to shrink and die. Isn’t that enough?”

Audrey rolled her eyes, “Obviously not.”

“Well, what’s wrong with him?”

“Tim’s fine Laura, he just had an orgasm.”, Audrey replied calmly as she sat down on her knees next to Laura’s feet. “Men with the disease undergo extreme hormonal changes. As they shrink their sex drive increases with exaggerated physiological responses…” Audrey paused as she closely examined her tiny husband. Placing her hand next to her friend’s foot she asked, “Could you lift your foot and gently tilt it toward my hand?” Laura watched as Tim’s body slowly slid off her sandal onto Audrey’s cupped palm. “Anyway, as I was saying, their bodies go into overdrive, and they get overstimulated. They experience heart palpitations, low blood pressure to the brain and extremities, and muscle spasms.

"So, when he...you know..." Laura’s voice trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.

"When he climaxes?" Audrey finished for her with a small smile. "Yes, he faints. But don't worry, it's completely normal for men with Baumann's Syndrome. He’ll be fine. Would you like a closer look?”

Audrey got up and reached for the magnifier on the nightstand. She handed it to Laura and brought her hand close to Laura's face.

“Oh, he’s so ADORABLE!”, exclaimed Laura, “Look at his wittle hot body! “

Audrey rolled her eyes in amusement. "Laura, Tim is a man, not a hamster."

"Ehh…He's more like a bug," Laura countered with a grin. "But an incredibly cute one."
Audrey looked at her husband with pity, "Poor guy is always so thirsty. I can't even walk past him without giving him an erection."

"So, he's always aroused?" Laura asked incredulously.

"Yes,” Audrey replied sadly. “Just like every other man in his condition. It's a nightmare taking him to the doctor's office. The other patients there are simply unbearable."

Laura’s eyes narrowed with anger recounting the few times she encountered infected men. She was confounded by the unabashed ogling, the tiny high-pitched catcalls; behavior far worse than normal-sized men. Laura was baffled by their behavior. She would have responded with awe and fear if she were in the presence of a giant.

So, this was the reason why, she thought, an overactive libido. Laura felt sorry for them, yet also disgusted as she imagined a swarm of tiny naked men at her feet clamoring to fuck her.
Audrey noticed Laura’s expression, “What? He’s super easy to manage. I can make him cum by just blowing on him.”

"Oh God," Laura exclaimed, "that would drive me insane! I'd squash any tiny man who dared to pester me for sex!" Audrey gave her friend a withering look. Laura looked down sheepishly, avoiding Audrey’s gaze, “er…well, not Tim, but…you know, like some rando guy at a bar.”
“He’s my husband, not some guy at a bar!”, Audrey snapped. She glared at Laura for a moment and sighed. “Laura, I’m sorry I’m so peevish…it’s just…” Unable to finish her thought she looked down sadly at the tiny man in the palm of her hand.

Laura replied quietly, "I know. I'm sorry Audrey." She continued, "I just can't wrap my head around this. He's lying there in your hand, no bigger than my thumbnail. But he looks so healthy, even more fit in some ways. It's hard to believe this is real."

Audrey nodded sympathetically, "It's strange to see a man like this. “I hate being a giant to Tim, I can barely relate to him. But he’s the love of my life. How can I walk away from that?”
“He’s lucky to have you Audrey, I’ve heard so many stories of women literally dropping their husbands off at hospitals.”

“Those women…”, Audrey replied with anger, “I mean, I guess I understand if a husband’s an abusive asshole or maybe if they’re in the process of a messy divorce. But seriously, what the actual fuck!? I married Tim, I made vows, not to mention I love him!”

Laura looked at her friend with admiration. "You're an incredible wife and friend," she said with a mischievous grin. "If I were shrinking, you'd be the one I came running to on my tiny legs." Audrey laughed at the joke and responded with a giggle, "Just call me the friendly Lilliputian whisperer. And let's be real, if a tiny man was begging me for sex at a bar, I'd probably step on him too." Laura snorted at Audrey's witty comeback.

Laura leaned down and studied Tim's face, which was now flushed and slack with exhaustion. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight of him completely spent. "So, are we done?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

Audrey let out a mischievous giggle. "Not by a long shot. This little guy can go all night long. Give him ten, fifteen minutes and he'll be ready for more."

"Impressive," Laura replied, her smirk widening. "I don't remember him being that big. He's got a porn star-sized dick."

Audrey grinned mischievously. "Oh, you noticed? It’s another Bauman’s symptom. His dick is huge…well relatively. If he was his usual size, there would be no way I could handle him."
"Well, luckily for us, he's not his usual size," Laura quipped playfully. "I think we can easily accommodate him now."

Laura returned to examining the tiny man in Audrey’s hand. After a few moments of silence, Audrey cleared her throat and changed the subject. "Hey Laura, I just wanted to make sure you were okay after what we did earlier. “I imagine what we just did was a bit intense for you. Are you OK? Would you like me to tone it down?”

Laura's cheeks flushed as she responded, "Thanks for asking. To be honest…I mean, wow, you’re really good at this. It was a ummm… a lot, but surprisingly enjoyable. I was kind of frustrated when you stopped and Tim squirming around on my big toe didn’t exactly help. Anyway, I closed my eyes and imagined you were a guy. I’m fine Audrey, and it looked like Tim really enjoyed the show.” Laura replied.

Audrey chuckled, "Sorry about that. I had to turn up the heat to keep you from squashing him."

"So…um." Laura hesitated nervously. "You seem...you know...quite experienced with women. Like, really experienced. Not to pry or anything, but is there something you want to tell me?"

Audrey's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "I...uh...experimented a little during high school and college." She finally confessed, looking down at her hands. "But eventually I realized I preferred men."

"Audrey, you're my best friend! Why didn't you ever tell me?" Laura exclaimed, feeling both shocked and hurt.

"I was afraid of making things awkward between us," Audrey explained quietly. "You were always so boy crazy, I didn't think you'd want me coming onto you."

"I'm not boy crazy!" She protested playfully before giving into a fit of giggles. The laughter was infectious, and Audrey laughed along with her friend.

“So, it appears this is a fantasy for you too.” Laura said slyly, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "I'm happy to indulge yours."

“Really?” Audrey asked, her voice filled with surprise.

“Yes, really. I'm glad you felt comfortable telling me, and please know that I love you no matter what. This is just another part of your life.” Laura responded with genuine affection.
Tears welled up in Audrey's eyes as she hugged her friend tightly. "Thank you," she said gratefully.

“Come on, enough with the waterworks!” Laura teased. “There’s no need to thank me.”
Audrey laughed through her tears. "I can't help it. And can we make one more agreement? Let's not tell Tim about this. I don't want him to feel threatened or have doubts about our marriage."

"Of course, your secret is safe with me,"

“Great! Well, since our tiny lover is napping, I’m going to grab my bag and freshen my makeup for round two.” Replied Audrey.

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“…what I’m saying is, he likes us acting as doms, just don’t laugh at him when he’s humping you.”

“errmm…”

“I know it’s a fine line. Gently pinning him, trapping him, or just being…well…dominating is fine. Laughing at him for rubbing his dick on your toe isn’t”

“I’m still confused.”

“Just copy what I’m doing.”

“Oh, Audrey he’s waking up!”

The sound of voices, like thunder rolling through the air, jolted me out of my slumber. My head felt heavy and cloudy, struggling to shake off the remnants of a Baumann orgasm. I opened my bleary eyes, trying to focus on the figures above me as the vertigo made the world spin. Even in my disoriented state, I could hear Audrey and Laura discussing something, most likely me. With great effort, I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, only to realize that I wasn't on solid ground - but in someone's hand.

A burst of pain shot through my body as my muscles and joints felt strained and out of place. Someone had picked me up; I assumed it was Audrey since she wouldn't trust anyone else to handle me. Even though she meant to be delicate, my tiny size made it nearly impossible for a normal-sized person to pick me up without causing harm.

“Hello sleepyhead. Are you ready to play again?”

The voice blasted through my ears, as if I was standing in front of a wall of concert speakers. The intensity shook me to my core, feeling like a giant jackhammer pounding against my body. I collapsed into a fetal position, covering my ears with my hands.

A loud whisper hissed at the booming voice. "Shhh! Lower your voice!" The whisper scolded, "You're hurting him."

In front of me lay the rough expanse of a woman's palm and followed it upward to see a pair of enormous lips with bright pink lipstick.

"Oops, sorry Tim," the giant lips whispered. As my vision cleared, I saw beyond the lips to a beautiful but gigantic face. My eyes traveled up to an upturned nose and then locked onto almond-shaped hazel eyes.

“Hi Laura!”, I yelled at the top of my lungs.

“Oh! I can hear him!” Laura squealed. “Hi Tim! I can barely hear you, ca…”
Laura's booming voice knocked me over once more. I struggled back onto my knees and managed to stand up, still feeling wobbly.

Audrey interrupted Laura, "Don't ask him to speak louder." She whispered. "This is as loud as he can get without his communicator. He'll tire himself out if he keeps trying to talk to you."
"Oh," Laura replied understandingly.

As I turned around, Audrey leaned over Laura's hand to peer at me. Her beautiful face loomed over everything else in my field of vision.

“So, what should we do with him now?” Laura whispered, her voice dripping with mischievous excitement.

Audrey's auburn tendrils bounced as she smirked, "There's so much of us he hasn't explored yet. He's got his work cut out for him." Her blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she playfully cocked her head and smiled at me.

Her right hand rose over Laura's palm, the slender digits seeming to tower over my tiny frame. The tip of her forty-foot index finger traced lazy circles around me, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She inhaled deeply, seeming to savor the scent of my fear and arousal, before sighing, "Oh what should we do with my teensy, weensy Tim?"

The finger stopped its circles and slowly, yet firmly, pressed against the front of my body. I fell onto my back, completely enveloped by the massive pad of her fingertip. It blocked everything from my view, except for the intimidatingly long nail that jutted above me. I was completely at her mercy.

"Laura?"

"Hmmm," Laura replied dreamily.

"Do you remember those perfect times in college?" Audrey asked Laura, her nail dangerously close to my face. "When you meet a cute boy, and you just can't wait to get your hands on him?"

Laura's eyes closed in recollection as she giggled, "Oh, so many times."

"Well," Audrey purred, her finger sliding back and forth across my chest and stomach in rough, stimulating movements. "We have a cute boy right here in the palm of your hand."
Audrey’s enormous fingertip pressed down on my chest, its hard-lacquered nail looming over my head. Slowly, it slid back and forth across my body, the ridges of her fingerprint rough against my skin. It grazed over my stomach and legs before catching onto my crotch and teasing my dick until it stood erect.

Laura's flirtatious smirk turned into a mischievous giggle as she exclaimed, "He's so cute, I just want to gobble him up!"

"I have a better idea," Audrey whispered, her finger lingering back over my chest before slowly trailing down again to my crotch where it expertly stimulated my hardening erection. "Let's make out with him."

With a wicked glint in her eyes, Audrey turned her hand over and laid the tip of her enormous index finger next to me. She looked down at me amused then adopted an aloof expression.
Tim," she said imperiously, "I want you to stand on the tip of my finger and hold onto the edge of my nail."

Feeling awkward and somewhat intimidated, I followed her request. Her candy apple red nails were meticulously trimmed and towered four feet above her fingertips. Lying down against her smooth nail, I positioned myself on the tip of her finger and gripped onto her thick nail as if it were a railing.

Audrey gracefully raised her finger until I was standing vertically on the tip, gripping onto her nail for dear life. Looking down from my tiny perspective, the sight of her massive hand and beautiful body stretched out below me filled me with a wave of vertigo. Though I knew in reality I was only a little over five feet off the ground. However, at my scale it felt like hundreds.

Trying to calm my nerves, I reminded myself that falling would not be fatal. But as someone with a fear of heights, it was difficult to fully trust that fact.

"Now, hold onto my nail but turn around," Audrey instructed with a playful smirk. As I shifted to face away from the imagined safety of her nail, I found myself staring directly into two towering red lips curved into a seductive smile. The teeth behind those lips were as tall as me, and the gusts of wind from Audrey's gentle breath buffeted me as if I were clinging onto the rigging of a ship in a squall.

Audrey's lips moved with a mesmerizing grace as she whispered in my ear, her voice like a seductive thunder that reverberated through my whole body. "Tim, I'm going to kiss you," she said, her words heavy with desire. "You need to hold on tight."

My perch slowly moved closer to Audrey's face, her puckered lips drawing me in like a magnet. A strong breeze blew behind me, and I turned to see Laura looking at me with a predatory gaze and a seductive smile. She inched closer until her gigantic supple lips were all I could see.

I felt like a tiny speck on Audrey's finger, caught between two colossal lovers clinging to her nail with all the strength my miniscule arms could muster. As I turned my head, my eyes widened in fear as the giant's lips descended upon me. I closed my eyes tightly, bracing for impact as her enormous lips formed a perfect circle, slightly opened for her, a great void for me.

It was a gentle peck, like the flutter of butterfly wings on a baby's forehead or the caress of a friend's lips against your cheek. It was the slightest of kisses to be barely registered by anyone else but me.

For me, it was the kiss of a goddess. Not in the common description of a beautiful woman, but a true god, a leviathan. It was the colossal attention of a careless deity who could crush mere mortals like ants without a second thought.

The touch of her lips was delicate and careful, yet carried the force of a storm that overwhelmed my senses and left me gasping for air. I could feel myself being pulled towards her mouth, drawn by an irresistible force that threatened to consume me whole.

Her attention was colossal, as she sucked in air between her parted lips, creating a vortex that centered around my cock and balls. It was a blow job of gargantuan proportions- the suction was almost painful, but I couldn't bring myself to pull away from the sensation. The kiss was wet, and sticky, slathering me with lip gloss. The overpowering scents of lip gloss and mint assaulting my senses.

The kiss was over as quickly as it began, ending with a deafening pop as her lips parted from my body. As intense as it was, I knew it was just a small kiss and nothing more.
I clung to her nail like a lifeline as her finger slowly retreated, barely able to hold on. Gasping for air, my heart racing, I struggled to regain my composure. The hand pulled back until Audrey's entire face was visible, a sly smile playing across her lips as she looked at Laura who was trying to suppress a laugh. The energy between them was palpable. It was clear to everyone that even the smallest of gestures from them would be physically overwhelming for me, yet I craved more. Every fiber of my being yearned for their overpowering affections, despite knowing we were walking a fine line on what I could endure.

"Tim, are you okay?" Laura's voice carried a hint of concern as she looked at me quizzically.

"He's fine, Laura." Audrey's voice was calm and confident as she looked down at me with a seductive stare. Her lips glistened as she licked them and blew a teasing kiss my way.

"Did you enjoy that, Tim? Would you like more, little man?"

I enthusiastically waved my arm and gave a thumbs up.

"Excellent!" Audrey's replied mischievously. "This time, while I'm kissing you, Laura will also be giving you a kiss."

My eyes widened in disbelief. "Both giants kissing me simultaneously!?"

I nervously shifted my gaze between the two beautiful colossal faces that loomed over me and swallowed hard. I was going to be sandwiched between two giant women kissing each other...the thought both excited and frightened me.

"Are you ready?" Audrey's amused tone brought me back to reality.

"I-I suppose so," I stammered, waving my arm in agreement.

"Here we go, little man," Audrey said with a mischievous grin spread across her face.

My head spun as I desperately tried to keep up with the rush of colossal lips rushing towards me. The vibrant shades of crimson and pink clashed together, creating a mesmerizing display as they neared. With every ounce of strength I had, I clung onto Audrey's nail, bracing myself for the impact. As the two monstrous lips enveloped me, I was caught in a tumultuous whirlpool of pressure and suction from both Audrey and Laura, leaving me breathless and disoriented.

The world was reduced to a wet, humid darkness that smelled of mint and alcohol, with occasional bursts of light from the forceful press back and forth of my two enormous lovers' lips. I could feel more than see the two upper lips crushed together above my perch on Audrey’s fingertip. Her finger protecting me against the huge bulk of Laura’s lower lip.
In this equilibrium of opposing forces, I felt weightless and suspended in a warm, loving void filled with feminine sexual energy. It was both beautiful and terrifying as I struggled to breathe against the powerful suction that threatened to suck the air from my lungs. But through it all, I reveled in this intimate embrace between two immense goddesses.

As their lips finally parted with a loud boom, my senses were overwhelmed by the rush of light and sound. My grip on Audrey's nail tightened as I hung on to consciousness by a thread. Once again, my perception clashed with reality as what felt like a rough bludgeoning by two monstrously powerful goddesses was actually just a gentle, playful kiss between two stunningly beautiful women.

The deafening sound of "Muah!" echoed in my ears as the pink lips behind me receded into the distance. Dizzy from the experience, I found myself spinning as Audrey rotated her finger, placing me face-to-face with Laura. Though I couldn't see her entire face, I could see the coquettish smile playing on her lips.

"So cute," she purred in her sexy voice. "Let's do it again."

My lungs were burning, and my arm muscles felt like they were made of rubber as I struggled to hold on. The two women looked down at me with amusement, their laughter filling the air. I wanted to signal for them to stop, but I couldn't without letting go of Audrey's nail.
The finger spun around again, almost causing me to fly off.

"So many kisses for my tiny Timmy!" the pink lips thundered.

"Muah!" Their playful energy enveloped me, leaving me breathless and spent.

The kissing continued, and I somehow endured the two titans' Brobdingnagian affections. But it was no longer enjoyable - it was painful.

Audrey and Laura's kisses had transformed from playful to passionate, their lips locked in a fervent embrace. I watched in horror as Laura's lips parted, revealing her massive tongue – wet, pink, and slimy like a giant slug.  With a partial lock, Laura's tongue reached out for Audrey's, but instead found my tiny body in its way. The rough pebbly flesh of Laura's tongue pressed hard against Audrey's finger, slamming me against her nail.  Pools of viscous saliva dripped down and coated my body, gluing me firmly to her tongue. As I struggled to free myself from this unexpected entrapment, I could feel its sheer strength and power.

It was just a small flick of her tongue, but before Laura could realize her mistake, her tongue had already sucked me into her mouth like a monstrous predator devouring its prey. In that moment, I felt helpless and terrified as I tumbled through the darkness, attached to something much larger and more powerful than myself.

MMMMM!! MMMMPH!!!

Darkness enveloped me, and I was overwhelmed by the deafening roar of Laura's voice bellowing up from the depths of her throat.

MMMMM!! UMMHHHMMM!!

It felt as though I was lashed to her tongue, which thrashed wildly in her mouth as she struggled to speak and hold me at the same time.

My body was being crushed against the wet, slimy ridges of her palate before being slammed against the back of her teeth. The impact caused a sharp pain in my side, and I briefly lost consciousness. When I came to, my ears were ringing, and my stomach churned as her tongue continued its frenzied movements before suddenly falling still.

Through the wet confines of my prison, I heard a muffled voice.

"Okay, Laura, calm down. Stop trying to talk. Did you swallow him?"

I could sense the movement of the cavern as Laura presumably shook her head in response.

"That's good! It's going to be okay, sweetheart. Is he still stuck to your tongue?" The cavern shook once more.

"Perfect! Now gently kiss me, as if we're going to French kiss. But very carefully stick your tongue out."

I felt Laura's head tilt to the side, her lips parting like a blooming flower. As she leaned in, rays of bright light briefly illuminated the inside of her mouth, giving me a front row seat to the approaching collision. Audrey's lips came into view, parted and glistening with saliva as Laura's tongue eagerly reached out to meet it.

Trapped between these two giant women in their delicate French kiss, I could hear more than see the two sets of lips pressing and locking together. The darkness around me was filled with the intoxicating scent of their breath, hot and heavy and humid. Laura pushed her tongue deep into Audrey's mouth, her own searching for something that seemed just out of reach.
In the inky blackness, I could feel Audrey's monstrous tongue reaching out like an eldritch horror, seeking me out amidst the chaos. And then it happened - their tongues collided, crushing me between them like a tiny morsel. As their mouths pressed and locked together, my body was tossed and turned like a ragdoll.

Suddenly Audrey's mouth closed around Laura's tongue and began to slowly draw back. With a loud sucking sound, I was scraped off Laura's tongue and onto Audrey's. My ordeal as a goddesses' would-be tidbit ended as Audrey opened her mouth and delicately stuck her wet tongue on her index finger. Using the tip of her tongue, she deftly worked me back and forth until I was finally glued to her digit. Finally satisfied with her work, she stuck out her finger with me attached like a precious jewel on display for all to see.

“Laura, I have him. Tim’s fine. See? He’s on my finger.”

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Are you sure?” Laura responded in a panicked tone.

“Yes sweetie, he’s fine,” Audrey replied quietly. “But please, try to calm down and lower your voice.”

“Okay, okay,” Laura whispered back, her voice now filled with apologetic remorse. “I’m so sorry Tim!”

As I sat there, still covered in lipstick and spit, glued to the equally sticky tip of Audrey’s finger, I could barely process what was happening around me. All I could do was gasp for air and cover my ears to block out the cacophony of Laura’s panicked jabbering.

In that moment, I looked down below and saw that I was now hovering over Audrey’s outstretched left hand.

“Tim, I’m going to remove you from my finger now. It might be a bit bumpy, but just try to relax,” Audrey said in a soft, soothing voice.

Audrey's plush lips filled my vision as she pursed them and gently blew, creating a strong continuous wind that whipped through my hair. Her finger twisted back and forth, her breath both drying me and working me off her fingertip.

As the wind died down, I looked up to see a smile spread across her lips.

"That should do it," she said to no one in particular. But before I could catch my breath, and without warning she blew a strong puff of air which hit me with hurricane force. The gust blew me off her finger and I landed with a splat to her waiting palm below. I lay there, dazed, and sore. My lovers were way too rough with their tiny toy.

"Is he okay, Audrey?" Laura asked with concern.

"I think so," replied Audrey thoughtfully, "I think he just got the wind knocked out of him."

"Hey little guy, are you okay?" Audrey asked gently.

Struggling to catch my breath, I managed to lift myself into a kneeling position and slowly raised my arm in confirmation.

"There he is," Audrey cooed. "There's my tough little guy. Stand up hon. Stand up and walk it off."

I couldn't help but let out a feeble laugh at her words. Easy for her to say - she hadn't been caught in the middle of two 800-foot tall women making out for the past few minutes. I felt like I had just gone through an MMA match and come out bruised and battered.

“Hey Laura, I’ll hold Tim for a bit. Do you want to take a break before we finish the round?”

"Oh, thank you Audrey. I really need that. Umm...do you mind if I go pour myself another drink?"

"Just one more, okay? No more after that," Audrey reminded her firmly.

"I know, I know. Thanks for reminding me," Laura said with a sheepish grin as she left the room.

Without warning, the room began to shift and sway. It was difficult for me to track Audrey's movements from the palm of her hand. But I could see the world tilting upwards and growing taller. Eventually, I saw the bedposts rising and Audrey settling onto the bed. She looked down at me with a smile.

"Don't worry, Tim. Just relax. I've got you," she said lovingly.