Summary: These stories will revolve around the Tiny Tinder app storyline created by thatgirlyouknow. If you like any of these stories, I strongly recommend you read her stories, especially the 'Tiny Tinder Testimonials' and 'One-Shot City' series.
Categories: Giantess,
Teenager (13-19),
Young Adult 20-29,
Adult 30-39,
Body Exploration,
Butt,
Crush,
Entrapment,
Feet,
Humiliation,
Incest,
Insertion,
Instant Size Change,
Mouth Play,
Scat,
Slave,
Unaware,
Vore Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.), Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.), Minikin (3 in. to 1 in.), Nano (1/2 in. to 2.5 nanometers)
Size Roles: F/f, F/m
Warnings: This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 20
Completed: Yes
Word count: 44758
Read: 66234
Published: January 19 2024
Updated: February 18 2024
1. Misplaced Punishment - Naughty Sisters by kbDArt
2. Misplaced Punishment - Shrunk and Found by kbDArt
3. Misplaced Punishment - Fast Food by kbDArt
4. Tiny Tinder Academy - New Arrivals by kbDArt
5. Tiny Tinder Academy - Sisterly Surprise by kbDArt
6. Tiny Tinder Academy - A Soothing Massage by kbDArt
7. Tiny Tinder Academy - Eating Zac Up by kbDArt
8. Tiny Tinder Academy - Pondering An Extended Stay by kbDArt
9. Tiny Tinder Academy - The Swim Instructor and his Cock-Ring by kbDArt
10. Tiny Tinder Academy - An Attempt at Coercion by kbDArt
11. Tiny Tinder Academy - The Topper and the Butt-plug by kbDArt
12. Tiny Tinder Academy - Zac Starts to Cum 'Round by kbDArt
13. Tiny Tinder Academy - Updating his Package by kbDArt
14. Tiny Tinder Academy - Things are looking Up for Zac by kbDArt
15. Tiny Tinder Academy - Final Dinner at Le Table Russo by kbDArt
16. Misplaced Punishment 2 - Aunt Chelsea's Place by kbDArt
17. Misplaced Punishment 2 - Playing with the App by kbDArt
18. Misplaced Punishment 2 - Shrunk and Caught by kbDArt
19. Misplaced Punishment 2 - Wet and Wild by kbDArt
20. Misplaced Punishment 2 - Feeling Flat by kbDArt
Misplaced Punishment - Naughty Sisters by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chase's attractive and saucy Aunt Chelsea is in town for a visit. Chaos and sexual hijinx ensue.
This is a chapter 1 of Misplaced Punishment, a rewrite with permission of a story by thatgirlyouknow. Updates and alternate ending from the original.
Image of Chelsea with tiny Chase by AmyGiantess.
Misplaced Punishment: Naughty Sisters
“You’re kidding!” Caroline said to her younger sister Chelsea.
The pair sat around Caroline’s round dinner table, each with a glass of wine in
hand. Between them was a tray of cheese and crackers. The two didn’t get to see
each other very often, so when they did get together they spared no expense.
“You know I don’t kid,” Chelsea replied, taking a sip of her
merlot. Her black hair was in a ponytail and she wore tight brown leggings with
a tank top, an outfit she’d gotten used to during her years as a competitive
weightlifter. “The little bastard totally deserves it.”
Caroline just giggled aloud as she pictured the image Chelsea
had given her. Despite herself, it was her sister after all, her pussy tingled
in a way that told her later tonight she’d need some alone time. She would
never have known if Chelsea hadn’t told her. The only sign that anything was
slightly off today was that Chelsea was smiling far more than normal, and
occasionally a small shudder ran through her body.
It was by far the hottest part of the entire situation, that
she never would have known. Caroline had simply thought her younger sister,
thirty-two to her own thirty-seven, was just cold.
“Nope!” she’d responded when Caroline asked her if she
wanted a jacket. “I caught a little pervert who shrunk himself and he’s in my
asshole right now.” Casually she sipped her wine as though it were the most
normal thing in the world.
Right now, in my sister’s
ass, is a little man!, Caroline’s inner voice shouted as they laughed and
giggled together, having each had several glasses of wine. The older sister
couldn’t help but imagine how he must feel in there, stuck in her sister’s
rectum. Both how the little man must have been hating life, and how her sister
obviously loved the sensation.
It had been so long since she’d had a man inside of her, and
never a shrunken man, that even the angel on Caroline’s shoulder was breathing
heavily.
“Oh!” said Chelsea as she leaned forward and picked up
another cracker. Her eyes shifted to the side; she was clearly feeling
something wonderful. “I think he just got a hand or something through my hole!”
Caroline almost spit out her wine when she heard that.
“Oh my god!” she said loudly, unable to control her voice.
Surprised at herself she put both hands over her mouth as though that would
make her quieter. Her son, Chase, was in the house somewhere. Probably
sleeping.
Images of their childhood together ran through Caroline’s
mind, when they were teenagers and discussing boys and all their weird behavior:
(Chelsea and Caroline as teenagers)
“Wait wait wait,” Caroline said, holding up a hand before
her sister could continue. “Run me through how this all happened!”
Chelsea took a moment to chew her cracker and enjoy her
little ass-toy’s attempts to slip back out through her sphincter. Then she took
a breath, flexed her butt cheeks, and sucked him back inside. The woman eagerly
awaited his next escape attempt.
“Remember when I told you I caught a guy hiding in the
lockers at the gym?”
“Of course I remember!” Caroline said, “That’s not something
to forget.” She shuddered at the thought of some random person seeing her
naked, without her knowledge or permission. Chelsea had hit him hard enough to
knock him down, but he’d still gotten away from her and the authorities.
“Well, I got a good look at his face when he ran out,” Chelsea
said. She paused. “Do you know what Tiny Tinder is?”
The older sister nodded. She knew what it was but had never
tried it due to a combination of mistrust and her not being brave enough to
‘hook up’ with a random person. Since Chelsea was pretty close to her opposite
in terms of character, she wasn’t surprised to hear she was familiar it. Though
she would have been surprised how often and vindictively she used it.
“Okay that saves us some time,” the younger sister
continued. “So you get a lot of weirdos on there of course,” she said
unironically as she held a man for torture in her colon, “But you kinda learn
what people want from how they talk about themselves and what pictures they
post. Some guys want to be the giant, but most want to be the tiny instead.
They just can’t get enough of the ol’ organic slip and slide.”
Together the women giggled as Chelsea mimed a cracker
slipping in and out of her pointer and middle fingers.
“But this guy just wanted to be a little observer. His whole
profile was about wanting to watch a gal masturbate or get with somebody else.”
“Sooo, you thought it might be him?” Caroline asked, seeing
where this was going.
“Exactly!” said Chelsea as she gestured with her wine glass.
“And at the end of his picture roll I could see his face in the reflection of a
mirror! Most guys don’t show their faces, just their packages. But this was
definitely that asshole locker-watcher. So this morning I offered to let him
watch me masturbate in a hotel room. He paid of course.”
Chelsea grabbed the wine bottle from the middle of the table
and emptied it into her glass. Caroline rolled her eyes and stood to get
another from near the sink.
“He got to watch all right,” Chelsea continued as her sister
uncorked a bottle or rosé. “I knew right where he was the whole time, so I let
him watch me and Mr. Hitachi,” her nickname for her favorite vibrator, “play
for a bit. Then I snagged him from behind the television and let him do the
vibrating for me…”
She giggled as she pointed to her muscular backside with
both hands and spoke playfully.
“In my butt.”
“Wait wait wait,” Caroline said again, laughter in her
voice, as she came back to the kitchen table, “If this guy’s such a pervert and
all, why did you give him what he wanted?”
“Oh I didn’t!” Chelsea said with a wide grin on her face.
“He made it very clear that he didn’t want any kind of touching or insertion
play. Strictly voyeur. He even told me that if I’d had mentioned slipping his
tiny self into me, he’d have just blocked me.”
Chelsea gave her older sister the most innocent look she
could make, immediately followed by an obvious orgasm face as a small shudder
ran through her body. Caroline felt a twinge of jealousy at seeing her sister
orgasm so easily. At having a little living toy to keep for herself.
But mostly at the knowledge that her sister got to punish
the little creep. She’d never gotten the chance to punish her ex-husband before
he’d ran off with the babysitter to Peru. It wouldn’t be wrong to say she held
a small grudge against the Y-chromosome, despite having an unrelenting urge for
their one redeeming body part.
--
What?, Chase
thought to himself as he walked down the hallway approaching the kitchen. He
stopped walking before he turned the corner, realizing his mother and aunt were
drinking again. And having what seemed like a very interesting conversation.
Chase loved his aunt very much; she was a fun lady, if a bit
eccentric. Especially when compared to his mother’s generally toned back
personality. But he knew how she and his mom got when they were drinking and he
didn’t want to deal with it until he knew what he might be walking into.
Instead he leaned against the wall. It was cold on his
shoulder; he didn’t believe in wearing shirts inside. Each of his girlfriends
had appreciated that. He was a receiver on his high school football team had a
toned and sculpted body. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair that his
mother frequently insisted he cut as the talking resumed.
--
“So, have you done that often?” he heard his mother’s voice
say. “Messed with tinies?”
“Oh yeah, all the time,” his aunt said, “Usually not like
this though. You know I don’t like guys, so most of the time I set the app on a
timer and I’m long gone before they size back up and I have to deal with them.”
--
Chase heard a chair scoot as his mother sat down.
Tinies?, He asked
himself. Like that app?
--
“So, you, what?” If Chase didn’t know better, he’d have said
his mother was excited about something. “They get small and – I don’t know…”
“Oh just get to it!” Chelsea interrupted, laughing. “You can
use them for just about everything.
An eight-incher is an excellent dildo, three-inchers are great to eat—”
--
Eat?, Chase
thought, his stomach leaping into his throat as his aunt kept talking about
ways she used tinies.
--
“Wait. What? Wow,
you’ve actually eaten a tiny?”,
Caroline was shocked. Even for Chelsea, that sounded a bit extreme.
“Oh, lots.”
“OK, you swallow them, but you don’t, like, digest…?,
Caroline began.
“All up”, Chelsea replied firmly, rubbing her belly
playfully.
“I can’t believe you sis. That’s like
murder”, said Caroline.
“No, not really. Once they’re that size, they’re simply not
considered human beings any more. Until they get resized atleast. They have to
agree to my setting requests after all, so I’m under no legal obligation to not eat them. And I gotta say, the best
ones to eat are teenage boys.”
“Shhh. Chase is around here somewhere, hopefully sleeping
still”, Caroline half-whispered. The thought of eating a little teenager kind
of thrilled her, but she would be embarrassed for her son to overhear her
talking about it. Then, grinning sheepishly, she said, “Tell me about it.”
“Sorry”, Chelsea got the point, then continued, “Anyway. They’re
by far the tastiest and squirmiest both in the throat and in the belly. They
really try to fight to get out”, Chelsea giggled, her eyes taking on a faraway
look as if reminiscing over some previous experiences.
“So, you swallow them then? You don’t, like, chew them up?”
“Most of the time, yep, I swallow them up after playing with
them for a bit, of course. I try to get them right on the edge of cumming. It’s
so much fun. When I feel their little bodies stiffen up, that’s when I swallow
them down.”
“You always were a cock tease Chels. But, I’m surprised that
teenagers use the app. I thought it was just for adults?”, asked Caroline.
“Oh, tons of teens use it. In fact, I bet they make up the
majority of the kidnappings. I’m pretty sure the little guy in my butt is a
teenager. I think he works at the gym…well, worked”,
she corrected herself, chuckling.
Caroline just shook her head in amazement. “You’re so bad.
That’s someone’s kid Chels.”
“Anyway, they’re the best to eat”, Chelsea continued after a
couple moments, ignoring her sister’s goody-two-shoes comment. “The soft texture of their little bodies, contrasted
with their hard little things. The way they squirm and wiggle around, trying to
survive. It’s heavenly.” As if to
accentuate her point, her eyes rolled skyward as she said this.
“So, how…how do you go about getting..”, Caroline began, only
to be interrupted by Chelsea, who knew where she was headed.
“That’s pretty easy. You know teenage boys are thinking
about sex like all of the time. When I know I’m dealing with a teenager, I just
update my profile picture. No teenage boy can resist a nice smooth vagina with
lips spread just enough to give them a peek inside”, she giggled, then added,
“when I communicate with them, I send a text with audio and I use my sultriest
voice and a little dirty talk. I promise to let them cum in my mouth.”
“Chelsea!”, Caroline mock-scolded her, but couldn’t suppress
her own smile.
“What?”, said Chelsea, giving her sister the ‘did I do
something wrong’ look. “In fact, I’ll tell you about my favorite snack. I’ll
never forget it. He was a seventeen year old boy that I came across on my way
to Trinity’s parent-teacher conference. The boy was playing basketball with
some of his friends, the court being on the school grounds. When I walked by, I
heard some whistles and catcalls. When I turned and challenged them to put
their money where their mouth was, they all chickened out except him.”
Chelsea paused to take a sip of wine, than continued, “He
said he was looking for an ‘experienced’ woman, haha. The boy was sooo cute…and
so naïve. I told him to go take a shower and meet me back there in a couple
hours and bring his phone. Well, he surprised me and met me, right on time. I
told him to strip naked. He was completely waxed down there and his package was
the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen – just flawless. Not big mind you,
just…pretty. I just had to try it – so I gave him the sloppiest blowjob before
talking him into allowing me to update his settings. I had to have him all for
myself.”
Chelsea took another sip of wine, then continued, “I don’t
think he’d ever had a blowjob like that before. I had his weenie going
around in every direction, even popped his balls with my mouth. He didn’t last
but two minutes before he erupted. After I swallowed all his spunk, I could
have talked him into almost anything. Then I shrunk him down and ate him. He
had the sweetest puppydog eyes as I picked him up and I don’t think he realized
what was happening until I gulped him down. I guess you could say I swallowed
him twice”, she finished, laughing at
her own joke.
--
Chase couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Of course he’d
heard about Tiny Tinder, everyone had. Some anonymous and resourceful genius
had uploaded it months ago. But even though its popularity had skyrocketed as
soon as people discovered it really worked, Chase couldn’t stomach the idea.
Still, despite his reluctance to use the app, he found his dick hardening as he
listened to his aunt describe her uses of it with teenagers his age. He had no
idea she was so sexually liberated, so kinky, and so dangerous.
--
“Omigod. So, they fall for that?”, asked Caroline, clearly
enthralled with her sister’s actions.
“Oh yeah. Sometimes, they even ask me for setting
preferences, haha”, Chelsea laughed, her voice rising, “those are the ones that
end up getting eaten.”
Caroline laughed with her, but put her finger by her mouth,
“Shhh. Chase”, she whispered.
“Sorry”, said Chelsea, lowering her voice, “I get a little
wound up thinking about it.”
“So, you mentioned there were more uses?”
“Oh yeah, sorry for the tangent. So..”, Chelsea continued
after a couple moments, “..fives are good pussy and ass plugs. I’d really love
to find another toy for my vagina. That would be a trip, having them both played
with at the same time.”
“Some women want stretched over a dildo like a condom…”
--
Chase’s eyes bugged a little when he heard her say that. At
this point, Chase stopped listening. He’d heard enough. “Yeah, I don’t need to
hear this,” the sixteen-year-old said quietly to himself as he went back
upstairs.
--
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Misplaced Punishment - Shrunk and Found by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 2 of Misplaced Punishment.
Misplaced Punishment: Shrunk and Found
That evening Chase was getting ready for a shower (he set
the water to running to heat it up, usually waiting several minutes to get it
nice and steamy) and thought while he waited that he’d check out the app and see
what all the excitement was about. Still shirtless, he headed back to his room
to peel off his socks as well.
En route to his room, he passed his aunt in the hallway.
“Um, hi Chase”, she said as he breezed by, listening to
music from his earbuds connected to his phone and barely noticing Chelsea in
his peripheral vision as he danced towards his room.
“Hi Aunt Chels”, he said.
Chelsea was impressed – Chase had grown some muscles since
she’d last seen him and they were beginning to show on his athletic frame. Nice
shoulders and pecs and abs, strong legs, she thought, happy to see her nephew
was growing into a man. She lingered by the door to her guest bedroom, which
was near to the bathroom, phone in hand. She heard the running water and
Chase’s bare footsteps as he went back into the bathroom.
The app downloaded quickly onto his phone, and he idly set
up his profile. There wasn’t a lot to it, and he wasn’t expecting much. The
thought of mouth play sounded fun, so he chose his preferred height as three
inches. He made sure to make himself semi-tough. From what he'd overheard in
the conversation earlier, he didn't want to take a chance on going the
supertough route and encouraging some girl out there to use him as a forever
tiny. Once his profile was set up he ignored the rest of the ‘likes and
dislikes’ portion of the app and got to swiping.
His aunt had been right; people didn’t put a lot in their
profile pictures. Most of them were close-ups of pussies, both shaved and
unshaved. Once he realized that, Chase just kept swiping right. What was the
harm? It may lead to some interesting conversation.
Chase finished getting naked next to the tub and idly kicked
his boxer shorts into the corner, hitting the side of the shower. His mother
hated when he did that, but old habits were hard to brake.
At that moment, his aunt unwittingly entered the bathroom.
He must have left the door slightly ajar.
“Oh...Chase”, she said, observing his naked form, “sorry about
that. The door was open. Didn’t realize you were in here.” She closed the door
gently behind her, then stood next to the door, trying to memorialize the image
that she’d just seen. Wow, she didn’t realize how manly Chase had gotten these
last couple years. He was always cute, but…he really had grown up, in more ways
than one. She smirked mischievously, than scolded herself for such thoughts,
“Bad Chelsea. Bad”, she muttered.
Chase had collected himself. He had been flexing in the
mirror when she had come in and he had to quickly cover himself. It was
slightly embarrassing for his aunt to see him naked, but he was proud of his
body, so it didn’t bother him too much. “It’s no problem Aunt Chels”, he tried
to keep from sounding nervous or embarrassed.
“Hey listen”, Chelsea said, talking through the door, “I’ll
be leaving early tomorrow. I apologize for spending all the time with your
mother. So if I don’t see you then, just wanted to say it’s good to see you and
sis again. Perhaps I’ll see you again soon and we can spend more time together.”
“Sure Aunt Chels.
That’d be fun. Have a good trip back.”
Chase waited to hear her walk away before getting into the
tub. Leaning his upper body just outside of the flowing water, he got back to
the app, he sent his request out, then set the phone on the sink next to the
tub as he pulled back the curtains and entered his running shower. The water
was just right and felt good on his skin.
It wasn’t 2 minutes later when his phone vibrated with a
match.
The sixteen-year-old reached out through the curtain and tapped
the app notification.
“Now how do I…?” Chase’s voice trailed off as the app
opened. Behind him a bottle of shampoo fell off the side of the shower. He
jumped at the noise and didn’t notice his thumb clicked yes on ‘accept
request.’ Chase held the phone at his side and leaned into the tub, picking up the
shampoo bottle and replacing it.
As he did so, he didn’t notice his thumb press ‘accept
terms’ on his phone. Forgetting about the app entirely, he sat it on the
bathroom sink as he flexed again in front of the mirror before leaning into the
water and closing the shower curtain. Vanity, thy name is Chase.
***
While Chase was taking his shower, Chelsea had gone downstairs in the kitchen enjoying her ass-toy. The little pervert must have
really hated being inside her ass; he hadn’t stopped struggling all day.
Enjoying a glass of milk before bed, Chelsea idly perused
the new matches on Tiny Tinder. There was a flood of the usual requests. Men
were predictable. But as long as they selected the option that let Chelsea have
control over their size Chelsea didn’t particularly care what they wanted.
Then the app vibrated after she swiped right on one of the
pictures.
“Oooh, a match!” she said to herself. She wasn’t really up
to any extra-person action tonight, but she had no problem setting up something
for tomorrow. She could use a snack for the long drive back home.
To her surprise, when she opened the chat feature the man
had already agreed to her terms. With no conversation at all!
“Tsk tsk,” she said to the empty kitchen, “Does he really
think I’m that easy?”
“Holy shit,” she said as the app immediately vibrated again.
“Shrinker nearby! Initiate shrinking?” it asked her, the
letters flashing red across her screen.
With a cruel smile, she opened the shrinking dial.
“Have fun you little toy,” she said to the picture on the
phone. “Let’s see how you like life at three inches…Baller 16”, she giggled at
the id, then slid the slider all the way to her left.
Without knowing anything about the man she’d matched with, Chelsea
casually clicked ‘Final Decision.’ The part of her that wasn’t a fan of men
rejoiced as she casually sealed someone’s fate as a tiny. The part of her that
was enjoying having a man in her ass flared up yet again. She finished her milk
in a long gulp.
(Chelsea)
Caroline just happened to come into the kitchen at that
time.
“Hi sis. Hey, just wanted to complement you on being a great
mother. Chase is really growing into quite a handsome and well-mannered young
man. I know it can’t be easy for you, having to do all the work yourself.
“Thanks Chels”, Caroline said, with heartfelt appreciation
of her sister’s acknowledgment.
Chelsea went upstairs to her room, where she would spend the
evening with her friend Mr. Hitachi, and thoughts of the situation she had just
condemned a man to spend the rest of his life in. All because he had the
misfortune of matching with her on an app.
***
Chase had just enough time to wonder what was happening to
him before he shrank. He pushed the water knob in, stopping the water. There
was a feeling of pins and needles over his entire body, and he glanced
wide-eyed at his phone as he stepped out of the shower with towel in hand.
The app!, he thought, just as the
floor vanished from beneath his feet.
A moment later he found himself kneeling on the cold
linoleum of the bathroom floor, sliding off the now huge towel. He was sopping
wet.
“No!” he yelled; his voice tiny. It immediately vanished in
the vastness of the room. “Shit!”
Far above him stretched the sink he’d been flexing in front
of. He could even see the corner of his phone sticking out over the edge.
Desperate for anything that might help him, Chase spun in a circle trying to
see anything that he could even start to climb on to get back up to his phone.
“There’s gotta be something!” he said to himself. “How the
hell did this even happen?” He pondered what to do for a few minutes.
Then there came a sound that shook him to his core. The
bathroom door opened.
“Dammit Chase!”, Caroline whispered as she entered the
bathroom. He’d kicked his clothes into the corner again, and even left his
phone on the sink! “Someday you’re gonna
have to start taking care of your stuff.”
Shaking her head, she didn’t notice Chase on the ground,
three inches tall. He yelled up at her to get her attention, but she was too
busy humming to herself to notice. He also noticed she was not wearing her
glasses, which was typical of her nightly routine right before she went to bed.
Omigosh, he
thought, without her glasses and after
all the wine she’s drunk, she’ll never see me.
He watched helplessly as she grabbed his phone and the pile
of clothes before leaving the bathroom.
“Chase!” he heard his mother the giantess call in the
hallway, “I’m putting your phone on your bed!”
Chase ran after her as fast as he could, but she was far
faster than he could ever hope to be. By the time he’d crossed the five feet to
the hall she had already entered and left his room. Breathless, he could only
look on in dismay as he saw her leave his room and go down the stairwell. It
seemed to be miles away.
***
Two minutes later, having decided Chase must have left the
house without his phone again, Caroline walked back upstairs. Chelsea had
already retired for the night and the single mother essentially had the house
to herself.
“Or so I thought,” she said as she saw movement and what
appeared to be a tiny figure jogging across the carpet in the upstairs hallway,
though it was a bit blurry to her.
Chase stopped jogging when he saw his mother approach. She
was looking down at him. Thank goodness she finally saw him!
“Hey there you little perv!” the giantess said to the
shrunken man. “I see my sister decided to let you go? Or did she fall asleep
and you got to crawl your way out of her butt finally?”
“Oh shit,” Chase said to himself as he realized what was
happening. She saw him alright. And she thought he was the little guy Aunt Chelsea
had been torturing all day.
A dozen thoughts ran through Caroline’s mind as she looked
at the little perv. She knew what her sister had been doing to him all day, and
she knew her sister had promised to let him out sometime soon. She just hadn’t
expected it to be in her house.
Then she realized this was her chance too. Her chance to get
back at the creep that had been watching women in the locker room.
Before she could think about what she was doing, Caroline
snatched up the tiny perv. She knew she didn’t have to worry about being
careful; if he’d spent the day in Chelsea’s muscle-bound ass he must have been
made super-tough.
She hurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
“So, you think you can just perv around my house too?” she
said to the tiny in her hand as she dropped him into the sink. “I bet Chelsea
thought that would be just hilarious!”
The single mom didn’t bother giving the perv a chance to
respond, didn’t spare him a glance. She knew enough already; he deserved this
punishment. And she deserved the chance to let loose for once.
Chase screamed as he fell and bounced off the side of the
sink. He was sure that fall was going to kill him, but instead he slid down the
glimmering white porcelain only to be stopped by the sink plug. At his size if
it hadn’t been there, he would have had a hard time not simply vanishing into
the pipes to someday be fished out by a confused plumber.
His mother thundered out something that he didn’t quite hear.
The words were just too big, but he got the gist. She thinks I’m that guy Aunt Chelsea trapped! “Oh shit,” he said to
himself as he realized what was about to happen.
“So, you think you can spy on women, huh? You little
pervert”, Caroline scolded him as she turned the faucet on. She had it turned
well into the red, and the hot water hit Chase right in the chest as he looked
up, sending him scooting over towards the side of the sink.
“Oh no you don’t”, Caroline said sternly. She flicked him
back into the center, back under the faucet spray.
Chase felt hot water get into his mouth and nose and he
gurgled, trying to catch his breath as the water poured over him. He imagined
this was what it was like to be waterboarded. And it was getting hotter.
“I think you’re overdue for a cleaning and a spanking”, she
said. Steam was starting to rise from the sink.
Chase heard her say something to him, but he couldn’t hear
her over the roar of the falling water.
Momentarily, Caroline picked up the tiny from the sink.
Within her hands, Chase felt roughly tugged this way and that, her hands
massaging some type of soapy liquid into his body. He wanted to yell up to her,
but he was having difficulty keeping the liquid out of his eyes and mouth. When
he got some of it in his mouth, he stammered and coughed.
The three-inch man was incredibly light and warm in her
hand. The room was already steaming up, just the way she liked it, so when she
held the tiny up to her face she didn’t get the good look she was hoping for.
She wanted to know what her first tiny boy looked like, but that would have to
wait.
When Chase had been lifted near his mother’s face, he thought
at last that he was saved. But when she held him up to her face, he realized
she didn’t recognize him. There was steam everywhere, and she wasn’t wearing
her glasses.
Oh I’m fucked!, he
quickly realized.
Caroline stopped trying to see the tiny man through the steam.
She placed him back under the faucet to clean off the soap.
"Watch this, you little fucker,” she said with a giggle to
the tiny man as he felt him squirm in her hand. The power she felt over him was
exhilarating, intoxicating. Finally, she could get some revenge on at least one
bad man.
She took out a hair band from a drawer near the sink, brought
it over him to his mid-section, then bent his body forward over her hand. With
her other hand, she took the other side of the band, pulled it back and let go.
It whipped into his buttocks with a ‘thwack’.
“Eroooouch!”, he yelled, arching his head back in pain.
Chase screamed and fought against his mother’s fingers for
all he was worth. He was strong for a sixteen-year old, but against a woman
twenty times his size? When he was only three inches tall? His best efforts
were worthless.
With her thumb and forefinger, she trapped his head and
ankles and repeated the pull back and whip-thru of the band several more times
until she saw that the shrinky’s backside was red and sore.
Earlier that day the worst thing he could have imagined was
dropping a catch when he was wide open. Maybe failing a test and getting held
off the team until he got his grades back up. Now he had a new standard for
horrified.
With a few more strikes to his back, butt and upper thighs,
Chase lost all sense of his surroundings. With the pain from the heat of the
water, how roughly he was being handled and her spanking, along with the
surrealness of it all, he lost consciousness.
“I think that’s enough for you,” she said to him, noticing
him go limp. She took the hair band away and placed it back in the sink drawer.
The tiny person looked spent. She took another look at him.
He really seemed to be cute and quite young, though she couldn't be too sure as
her eyes lacked focus. She switched the faucet to lukewarm.
The tiny began to gain some life as she soaped and massaged
the warm little thing in the sink. Once she was happy with the level of
cleanliness, she brought the little form to her nose and sniffed to confirm it
smelled clean.
Entering back into her bedroom proper, she pulled a sock
from her dresser. Without bothering to be gentle she lifted up the tiny,
marveled briefly at how warm he felt, then dropped him into the sock.
“Sleep tight you little pervert,” she said to him as she
tied the sock shut.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Misplaced Punishment - Fast Food by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 3 of Misplaced Punishment.
image of Chelsea driving, with her sunglasses up, by Giantessex21.
Misplaced Punishment: Fast Food
The next morning Chase felt his sock prison swing back and
forth like a clock pendulum. He’d managed some sleep that night, but it was
hard to tell what was a nightmare and what was reality. The bruises he had
suffered at his mother’s rough treatment had for the most part healed due to
his medium toughness setting. He could faintly see through the fabric of the
sock and as far as he could tell his mother was carrying him downstairs.
“Hey Chelsea!” Caroline’s voice called.
Through the side of the sock Chase could see his Aunt
getting her shoes on, her luggage already by the front door. He shook in fear
as she approached the giantess, then let out a small scream as he realized what
was happening.
“I found your little perv running around last night sis,”
Caroline told her sister as she finished tying her shoes, “I gave him a
thorough cleaning, but next time let the creep out somewhere else, okay?”
Chelsea took an extra moment tying her shoes when she heard
her sister’s statement.
Let him out?, Chelsea
asked herself, He’s still squirming in my
ass right now!
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Chelsea stood up
with a conspiratorial smile on her lips. She decided to play along.
“Oh, did you give him a show too?” she asked her older
sister as she squeezed her cheeks together, sucking the actual pervert deeper
into her ass. She saw Caroline had a little squirming figure in a sock, and she
reached out and took it from her.
“He didn’t get much of a show,” Caroline said as Chelsea
took the little pervert from her. “But he was quite the squirmer!”
Chase tried to scream as Chelsea’s hand wrapped around his
cotton prison. He may have spent the night in a terror-and-confusion induced
panic, but he knew for sure he didn’t want to go with Chelsea. She was the one
that mentioned Tiny Tinder and got him interested enough in it to download in
the first place!
Chelsea said her goodbyes to Caroline, which always made the
two of them a little sad. They were very close sisters, even though they lived
quite far away. But the two were happy knowing that on their next visit,
Caroline would be heading out to Chelsea’s home by the beach.
And Chelsea was happy knowing she had another toy, wrapped
in a sock and tucked in her jacket pocket.
She made a special point to pull into a Comet Coffee parking
lot once she left. Chelsea pulled the sock from her jacket pocket, undid the
knot, and dumped out another tiny into her hand.
Chase looked up at his aunt, almost in a trance. With her
hair up in a pony tail, her perfect tan and her sun glasses on, he thought she
looked pretty hot.
“Are you the little guy I randomly matched with last night?”,
she asked as she held him up to her face, sniffing him. “Mmmm, smells like teen
spirit”, she said, pleasantly noticing his youthfulness. Her eyes narrowed as
she realized the tiny looked familiar. She quickly raised her sunglasses to her
forehead.
“Holy shit! Chase?!!”
Chase tried to stand, but Chelsea immediately shook her hand
enough that he could only get to his knees. He started to yell, then saw the
look on her face. Yes it was shock. Yes it was confusion. But mostly it was
excitement.
“So you were the
one I matched with last night?”, she asked and knew the truth as she said it.
He nodded ashamedly. She had no idea her nephew was such a little perv.
Clearly, he wanted to be sexually abused based on the open-ended settings on
his request.
She looked deep in thought, her eyes had a faraway look in
them, even though she was peering directly at him. "Yup", she
whispered to herself, "and he's just the perfect size. He’s just too cute."
She seemed to have made up her mind on something and her pupils once again came
into focus.
“Well Chase, I’ve got good news and more good news and bad
news,” she announced to Chase as her hand rocked back and forth, due to her
using her other hand to pull her panties aside underneath her skirt.
“The good news is, since you weren’t made supertough, I
can’t add you to my permanent collection or fulfill my dream of someday having
both my holes filled with forever tinies.”
Chase felt a sense of relief, but also shock that his aunt
would even consider such an option for him.
“And I’ve got more
good news”, she continued, watching him closely, “thanks to your agreement on
the app, I can unshrink you whenever I want!”
Chase felt a sense of relief hit him as he nervously waited
for what the 'bad news' would be. Unfortunately, he couldn’t control his little
self as it had begun to erect as soon as he had been pulled out of the sock.
“Thank god. Aunt Chels, can’t you simply re…”
Panties out of the way, she lowered the fingers from her
free hand under the steering wheel. Chelsea knew when he figured out what the
bad news was, right around the time her fingers entered her shaved snatch.
“The bad news is”, she interrupted him, “I've got several
hours left on my trip and I'm REALLY hungry and there's not a restaurant or
cafe enroute for a hundred miles. And you…,” she paused, "you look simply delicious.”
Chase let out a pathetic cry as he realized what was about
to happen. Then he screamed, “Aunt Chelseeeee…”, as he was accelerated straight
into his Aunt’s mouth.
The warm lips engulfed him immediately and her hand adjusted
so quickly he barely had time to try to slow his envelopment before her fingers
pushed on his back and legs. In a moment he was swished around and hit
something soft on the side of her tongue.
“Noooo!” he screamed as he struggled, pushing outward with
his arms to try and get enough room to think.
With her nephew firmly in place, Chelsea began fingering
herself wildly. “Mmmm”, she moaned as his abdomen wiggled against her taste
buds. She giggled as she felt his tiny package.
She cranked the radio as she pulled out of the parking lot,
happy to let some classic rock get her long drive home started. Chelsea barely
made it onto the freeway before she bundled him into her throat and swallowed
him whole and, along with her anal toys’ efforts, brought herself to her first
orgasm of the drive.
“Yummy yummy, in my tummy”, she yelled, “Only five hours to
go!” she said in a singsong voice as she merged with traffic. She let loose
with herself, shaking her head side to side and swinging her hair, singing
loudly with the music.
Epilogue
This had been an awesome trip home, one she would remember
longingly for a long time.
She had become wet when she had decided to eat her snack and
when she saw that it was her nephew in the sock, her pussy juices had really
begun to flow.
She could feel the squirming in her tummy. She knew that
he'd been shrunk medium-tough, so he'd last most of the way before being
digested. It was a feeling that she loved and hoped she would never get used
to. Chase was the twelfth such snack she’d had since she began using the app,
but he was the first tiny she had really known. Something about that made her
orgasm that much more intense. He even tasted better than any other she had
consumed. He would definitely replace the basketball player as her new
favorite.
She rubbed herself again at the remembrance of the two large
gulps it had taken to devour Chase, her throat massaging his frantically
twisting and flailing body slowly down her gullet. She imagined the utter
terror and helplessness he must have felt and it made her smile. She knew it
was wrong on so many levels, but that was how she loved her young prey.
--
Chase lasted most of the trip back home. Chelsea finally
felt him go silent with less than a half hour left. He’d eventually been
slurried into mush, feeding nutrients into her body. For Chelsea, it had been
the best trip she’d ever taken, with countless orgasms.
She called Caroline to let her know that she had gotten home
safely and thanked her again for the hospitality and told her she couldn’t wait
to see her and Chase again. She slept very soundly that night, even taking out
her little anal toy to give him a rest.
The next morning, as she sat on the toilet, she carefully
plucked Chase’s remains from her stool. Being semi-tough, his little skeleton
had survived digestion pretty much intact. She gently set his remains in a
little box and dug up a little out-of-the-way spot in her garden just outside
her sliding back door. Setting the little box inside, she scraped the small
amount of dirt back over it. She even wrote a little card to act as a tombstone
for him, writing “In memory of my dear nephew Chase. He was very tasty.”
There was a sound behind her. Turning back, she saw her
daughter Trinity in her slippers and PJs. The fourteen year old was rubbing the
sand from her eyes and asked, “Whatcha doin’ mom?”
As ever, Chelsea was as cool as a cucumber. She stood up,
replying, “Just a little gardening dear.” Calmly, she took Trinity’s arm and
escorted her back inside the house, “let’s get you some breakfast”.
Of course, she would never show the spot to any friends or
family, but it was a way for her to forever trigger that special memory of Chase
when she saw it. In a way, he would be hers, forever.
The End
Tiny Tinder Academy - New Arrivals by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Nineteen year old Zac had saved up all his money for a visit to the resort at Tiny Tinder Academy. He's set for a two week VIP stay as a supertough tiny with his summer break nearing an end. What could go wrong?
Chapter 1 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort, my rewrite version of thatgirlyouknow's great story.
Image of Zac by Kydoman (DA).
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: New Arrivals
Zac’s eyes flickered from the pamphlet to the road, and he
forced himself to set it on the passenger seat next to him. Both hands returned
to the wheel and he accelerated through the now-green light. Eyes on the road.
Not gonna get in an
accident now, he told himself. One hand went through his black hair and he
laughed aloud when his GPS informed him he was halfway to his destination. He
ignored his already aching back; distance driving was not his favorite thing.
“Two hours left. I’ve been saving for this for two years, I
can be safe on the last two hours.”
He leaned forward and turned the radio up as his excitement
built. Zac had been saving up for this vacation for the last two years and had
eagerly been planning it for several more. Every penny, every extra dollar he
could make had gone into purchasing his tickets. At times, he’d been tempted to
use what he already had and purchase a
cheaper package just to get there a little sooner, but he’d resisted. An effort
that was only more difficult since the resort was only four hours from his
hometown.
On the passenger seat a small pamphlet contained his
printed-out tickets and confirmation email, and several pages of what one could
expect at the resort. Thos who bought tickets rarely actually needed the extra
information; if someone was vacationing here, they knew what they were
purchasing. Still, Zac had made a special point to read through it. Discreetly.
He was living at home for the summer and wasn’t interested in his family
knowing he was going to the world’s only size-related wonderland.
All the information he needed was freely available from the
internet, but this was his first exposure to true, official resort material. It
wouldn’t do to get sloppy now. The internet was full of myths; the brochure was
reality.
Beautiful, massive reality.
“Tiny Tinder Academy, here I come!”, Zac yelled as his
favorite song came on the radio.
***
Tiny Tinder Academy, here I come!”, Caley sang softly to
herself as she slammed the trunk shut. She hummed as she got into her car then
backed it down her parent’s driveway.
She’d only been staying with them for the first part of the
summer and had then been desperate to find somewhere else to be. Free room and
board had been tempting. For a few weeks. Until she’d had enough of her parents
asking what she did for money while in school.
The College junior checked her long blond hair in the mirror
as she put her car in drive and headed toward the freeway. It had been great
staying with her parents and younger brother for awhile, but after three years
of college freedom, she was restless.
Caley could have stayed near her college, but most of her
friends had gone home for the summer. The financial idea of paying for her
apartment without roommates wasn’t incredibly appealing, especially since she
knew her job as an exotic dancer would take a hit with the college guys out of
town. So instead of wasting a summer dancing for pennies, she’d elected to come
back home.
Which had immediately gotten dull, until she’d chanced upon
a pamphlet while delivering laundry to her younger brother’s room.
“What better way to break the tedium then head to a
resort?”, she asked herself, double checking she’d brought her reservation
information with her.
“Got mine”, Caley mumbled as she maneuvered her car through
traffic, “and…got his.”
The blond girl smirked as she imagined what she would be
doing the next couple of weeks. Her printed-out receipt lay on top of another
that she’d photocopied, making sure she got the dates exactly the same. This
was going to be an exciting vacation.
***
(Zac)
“That’s the last paper”, the receptionist told Zac as she
double-checked all his signatures were in place.
The check-in process had gone just as smoothly as he’d
hoped; half of it had been done online when he originally registered. He had
been sure there would be some last-minute hiccup, but instead the short-haired
receptionist had simply checked his identification and handed him a stack of
paperwork that he finished in five minutes. His hand shook slightly and he took
a deep breath to make his signatures steadier.
“That’s great!”, he said as he tried to contain his
excitement.
From the moment he’d stepped foot in the resort, he’d felt
almost in awe of his surroundings. The walls were a beautiful white sandstone, the
floor appeared to be a dark marble. All of the furniture had seemed luxurious
to the point of being pulled from a movie and before he’d even gotten to the
receptionist’s desk, someone had taken a drink order for him.
“Sir, your mojito”, said a voice to his left, and Zac took
the drink with a huge smile.
“An umbrella and everything!”, he exclaimed, and both the
waiter and receptionist laughed politely. It was obvious he’d never had such
good service before. Nor had he been allowed an alcoholic beverage at any
business without being carded. In this instance, not only was he not carded,
they knew he was only nineteen. His purchased package had saw to that. No, with
his purchase, he would be allowed to do several things that he otherwise could
not do outside the confines of this resort. And it was perfectly legal here as
long as one could pay for it.
“Can I get you anything else?”, the waiter asked, and Zac
shook his head as he took a drink of the best mojito he’d had in his life.
“No, this is great!”, Zac said, “What do I owe you?”, he
asked as he reached for his wallet.
“There’s no need, sir”, the receptionist said as she stepped
around the booth and beckoned to him.
Zac nodded politely to the waiter, who gave him a smile then
stepped smartly to meet another incoming guest. Zac lost sight of him quickly
as he followed the receptionist, whose charming smile and button nose would
almost have been worth the price of his tickets on their own. Her red and khaki
uniform stood out against the walls, and he could see all the staff similarly
dressed. He thought she’d be a fun one to spend his vacation with.
“Here at Tiny Tinder Academy, we have an accounting system
that will automatically settle your bill at the end of your stay”, she
explained. “There was a brief explanation in the pamphlet we sent you-“, Zac
nodded as he recalled that section, “-but ultimately depending on how much
exchanging and renting and use of our facilities occurs during your stay, most
of our guests with your particular package end up breaking completely even.”
“I remember reading about that”, Zac said as they entered a
long hallway. It was well lit, but had a different feeling to it than the rest
of the resort. The walls and decoration had a more medical vibe to them; the
sandstone had shifted to white plastics and chrome. Zac’s heart started beating
excitedly as they approached a tall, ornate, metal door.
“I got the VIP package”, he said as they approached the
somehow ominous door. “So I get that part, but how does it work for the people
with the cheaper packages?”
The receptionist just smiled and blinked at him with her
pretty blue eyes. A small smile flitted across her face and for a moment Zac
swore she seemed about to lick her lips in anticipation of something delicious.
“Let’s just say if I were going to come here as a guest, I’d
save up for your package too”, she said as a gentle blue light illuminated the
door.
It swung open noiselessly as they approached, and the
receptionist put a gentle hand on his chest while she stepped to the side,
carefully not entering the room herself.
“Now”, she began with a knowing smile, “Federal law requires
us to tell you this is the point of no return. Beyond this door, you’ll be
entering our guest adjustment facility and every agreement you signed
previously becomes legally binding.”
Zac nodded. He took a deep breath. “I understand.”
With that said, she gave him an award-winning smile and
stepped aside, gesturing him in with one dainty hand.
“Enjoy your stay Zac!”, she said as he stepped forward.
Twenty minutes later, Zac found himself nearly naked and
confused. He was standing on a small circular stage surrounded by
much-larger-than-life props of what should have been small objects while
wearing only a pair of red and khaki athletic shorts. The stage was
surprisingly cold against his feet and he couldn’t believe the detail on some
of the props, though he couldn’t really see the point.
“Um”, he said as he leaned against a well-made faux can of
soda that was taller than he was, “Remind me again why we can’t do this when
I’m actually shrunk?”
It wasn’t that he minded being nearly naked in front of
anyone. Years of playing several sports and spending five days a week in the
gym, along with a good diet, had resulted in a toned, muscular, and athletic
frame. The youth was proud to show it off. But these photos were eating into
his fun time.
“Smile!”, the camerawoman said, and Zac heard three clicks
as she took several photographs, then moved to get a better angle. Briefly she
blocked one of the broad lights before kneeling down and letting it blind Zac
again. She raised the camera to her eye and said, “Because some guests get
disoriented and it’s harder to take catalogue pictures once you’ve
been…adjusted.”
“Oh, that makes sense”, he agreed, though it didn’t quite
click to him. If he hadn’t seen the evidence that this place was for real, he
would have been nervous that he’d somehow bought into an elaborate hoax. It was
easy for him to look slightly confused while the camerawoman called out as he
picked up a massive thumbtack that looked surprisingly sharp.
“Just a couple more”, she called out, “Please look straight
at me!”
Zac dropped the thumbtack and it rolled away, falling off
the stage with a thud. He looked toward the camera and she held up a hand with
three fingers on it.
“Three what?”, he asked as the camera clicked and she
dropped a finger. “Okay so now-“, another finger dropped, “Oh, I get-“
When she curled her final finger, a massive flash of light
blinded Zac and he shouted in surprise as he threw his hands forward
instinctively to protect himself. There was a sudden feeling of pressure all
around his body and he fell backward in an attempt to get away from the light.
An unidentifiable sensation shot through him and an indescribable adrenaline
rush instantly made him lightheaded. For a moment, the floor seemed to vanish
and he felt weightless as his stomach lurched upward, then he landed again on
the platform so softly he questioned if it had really vanished.
“Hey, what the hell!”, he shouted as the wave of confusion
quickly wore off, now flat on his back.
Quickly, he scrambled to his feet as his ears rang and
sunspots flashed in his vision. Just as he stood upright, his vision cleared,
but all around him sound remained oddly amplified. The clicking of the camera
sounded from what seemed a mile away, yet still he could clearly hear it. Still
annoyed at the sudden rough treatment, Zac pushed aside the life-sized soda
prop and looked for the camerawoman to demand an answer.
“What the hell was-“, he started to say, but then his voice
trailed off.
“Holy shit!”
The camerawoman stood before him, now seeming as tall as a skyscraper,
and her camera was focused on his stunned face. She had gotten much closer to
him and Zac realized he was only as tall as her ankle. A glance at his
surroundings showed him that the entire platform he’d been standing on had
suddenly shrank, dropping him and the props around him to a small portion of
their former height.
He had the realization that the can of soda had been real
all along. The tiny flaws in the paint had been authentic, not poorly done
artwork. The woman was close enough that he could see tiny imperfections in her
nail coloring, and he was sure if she let him look, he’d see every single pore
on her face.
“That was great!”, the photographer said, finally setting
her camera carefully on the ground. She knelt in front of Zac and he took a
step back. Her size was so massive compared to his that his instincts were
screaming at him to run while his mind was screaming with joy.
It was finally happening!
“I’m sorry for the surprise”, she continued as she held out
a hand gently. Without any hesitation, Zac leapt onto it, then stumbled to his
knees when she stood. He could smell her strong lavender hand lotion as her
fingers gently wrapped around him.
“But all these pictures will go into your catalog for the
other guests to choose from, and the surprised pictures just before and after
the adjustment process are usually the most viewed.
“That’s okay!”, he shouted, and the photographer giggled as
she sat him on a shelf near the wall. Quickly he lowered his volume, realizing
how close he actually was to her ear. “I understand!”
She’d gone through this process with thousands of guests
before, but still loved the excited energy they radiated. He looked so cute, she felt an urge to grasp
him quickly and pop him in her mouth – it wouldn’t be the first tiny she had
eaten. Regardless of the urge, which she quickly quelled, that didn’t mean she
could spend as much time as she liked with each guest, however. She was a
professional, after all.
“Well, it was great to meet you, Zac”, she said with a
business-like tone that inferred she needed to hurry to her next guest.
One finger tapped a sign on the wall not far from where he
stood, and Zac saw below it a door that was just his size. Above it a small
sign read: WAITING AREA.
“Head on through here and you’ll find a personal suite for
you to enjoy until a guest chooses you.”
Before Zac could thank her, the woman gave him a polite nod
and spun on her heels. For a moment, he watched her walk away, stunned at how
graceful she appeared at her incredible size. The he turned back toward the
small door and pushed it open. The feeling of being in a dream intensified.
The door opened to a long hallway, and when Zac stepped
forward, the floor began moving. Zac stumbled at the movement and grabbed a
railing, which was also moving. He realized it was a moving sidewalk ala a
massive airport, just as the walls suddenly lit up with images. He floated
forward as pictures of him next to the massive props flashed by, and by the
time the rolling sidewalk was slowing, he was laughing at his face when he was
mid-shrink. It wasn’t lost on him that the resort’s underwear had shrunk with
him, and he appreciated that not every guest would get to see him both scared
and naked.
At the end of the walkway another door awaited, and when Zac
strode through, he found himself in a small suite, just as promised. The entire
room was white, with white tile floors and an off-white couch that looked
almost too expensive to sit on. Almost. Otherwise, the room was entirely
unadorned and appeared surgically clean.
After two steps, a massive television activated; when it had
been turned off, it had blended perfectly with the wall. A calm scene of waves
on a beach shone while small informational tidbits about the resort floated
along the bottom of the screen. On the couch, Zac saw a larger-than-usual
remote and he picked it up as he sat.
“Good afternoon, sir”, said a pleasant but obviously
computerized voice from above. “May I get you anything while you wait? The room
service menu is available by using the remote, simply the microphone button on
the remote and say alout, ‘menu please.’ Please keep in mind that your
physiological needs are suspended while under the effects of guest alteration.”
For a moment, Zac felt disconnected from reality. Even
though he had known what to expect, everything that had happened in the past
hour had been overwhelming. And now, after everything, he was in a perfectly
sized room with a computer asking him if he wanted a drink. It was so calm. The
opposite of how he felt; his heart was pounding in anticipation.
“Uh”, he said before remembering to press on the green
microphone button, “Can I get a strawberry daiquiri?”
Zac felt silly speaking to the open room, but the voice
responded immediately.
“Certainly sir, please have a seat and feel free to peruse
our broad selection of movies while you wait. Your drink will be delivered
momentarily. Today’s average wait time is three hours.”
He was already sitting on the couch, suddenly self-conscious
in the pair of shorts the resort had given him. They had shrunk with him, but
the couch was cold against his back when he leaned against it. It warmed
quickly as he browsed the movie selection, and before he knew it, there was a
gentle ‘ping!’ sound from next to him.
A section of the floor lifted smoothly upward at the side of
the couch, and a small table appeared with a pink drink on top. Zac watched,
stunned.
“That was fast”, he said aloud as he picked it up and took a
drink. He let out a content sigh and leaned back against the couch. “Now, how do
I burn three hours?”, Zac asked himself as he searched for a movie.
Just as he settled on an action film he’d seen a dozen
times, a repeating series of three gentle beeps sounded.
“Congratulations guest”, the same computerized voice said,
“You have been selected for guest accompaniment. Please exit the waiting area
and meet our delivery staff.”
Zac took a quick drink from his daiquiri and sat it back on
the table it had appeared on.
“Well damn, that was really
fast!”, he said, laughing as he stood, excited.
The lights in the room dimmed gently, and the border of the
doorway he had entered through glowed slightly. Without a second thought, Zac
strode back through it. There was another long moving walkway, but this time
Zac didn’t bother looking at the screens on either side of him. He was too
excited watching for the end to this rid. The path took several long winding
turns and seemed to take much longer than the first; Zac could only assume he
was now in a far different part of the resort.
When the walkway stopped, he walked through another door
onto what appeared to be a larger silver serving tray. Zac looked all about at
a massive room that reminded him vaguely of a restaurant kitchen. There were
all manner of trays, mugs, bowls, and other tools he couldn’t identify on
shelves all around him. A single object was on the tray with him, a simple
looking golden cup that almost appeared to be a small vase; it was much
narrower at the top than the bottom.
Since for the moment no one was approaching or talking to
him, Zac strode to the edge of the try. There was a short lip, perhaps an inch
high, but currently up to Zac’s waist. He debated hopping over it, but didn’t
want to get lost in the shuffle. Not far away on that same countertop, he saw a
mixed drink, deep yellow in color, for a bare moment before a waiter came and
carried it away. Zac watched the waiter exit through a pair of swinging doors
and recognized the distinctive style of the resort before the doors swung back
shut.
For a moment, it appeared someone was swimming on the top of
the drink, but it was too distant for Zac to be sure.
He turned his attention to the marvels around him and
realized how incredible the world truly was. At hs size, he could see details
invisible to the naked, regularly-sized eye. The smooth metal countertops were
actually marred with nigh-invisible chipping and scratches, the blue tile of
the wall wasn’t quite as evenly colored as he would have guessed. Even the
gold…Cup? Vase?, he wondered…wasn’t
quite as pristine as it had appeared when he first saw it.
In the distance, staff came and went, picking up other trays
which held other tinies and seemingly random objects before vanishing to
deliver them. Through a small opening in the wall, he could see someone mixing
another drink before placing it through the opening to replace the yellow drink
that had vanished earlier. A waiter appeared instantly and spirited it away.
Zac felt like an extra in a monster movie, except he had no fear and knew his
dreams were about to come true.
The size of everything about him made him spin in circles as
he tried to take it all in.
“Good afternoon, sir”, a bemused voice said, and Zac stopped
spinning as his face turned red. He was embarrassed, but the blonde giantess
above him had clearly seen it all before. She wore the polite grin of an
airline stewardess, and he was sure it would vanish the moment he couldn’t see
her face.
“You have been reserved by a single guest for the entire
duration of your stay”, she started, and Zac felt his heart sink slightly as
she read from a prepared list.
One woman? He’d hoped to get a lot of different experiences
her. Then he realized what it meant: the woman must have really loved his
pictures. That thought made him smile as the waitress continued speaking,
glancing occasionally at a list she carried.
In a rote voice, she said: “Just a reminder your package
includes, but is not limited to, extreme toughening, physiological pausing,
at-will-adjustment, location tracking, and emergency readjustment. Your guest
has requested you to be delivered inside this container to her room, and from
this point on your experience will truly begin.
“Oh, Great!”, Zac said, ready to start. The waitress was
obviously ready to get on with her day too; she didn’t wait for his response
and instead pinched his body between two fingers. She easily lifted him upward
and positioned him over the narrow opening of the cup. He could see now, from
above, that the opening appeared more like a funnel, as though the contents were
to be poured out over something.
“Enjoy your stay!”, the waitress said before gently
depositing him inside.
“Thank you!”, he yelled upward after he fell gently to the
bottom of the container.
There was no sign the waitress had heard him, and he could only
see through the hole directly above him. It was as though it were the opposite
of the sun; his surroundings were dark but above, he could see the ceiling and
occasionally the waitress’ face as she carried his tray. After a few failed
attempts to stand, he decided to sit instead.
“Here we go!”, he said in happy excitement, hoping his
giantess was beautiful.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - Sisterly Surprise by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 2 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Sisterly Surprise
“Okay”, the waitress said as Caley finished unpacking one of
her suitcases, “Here you go!”
“That’s great!”, Caley responded, shutting the dresser
drawer. “Could you put it on that table on the balcony?”
She gestured with one hand, but the waitress was already
moving toward the massive glass doors that led outside. Caley had spent some
serious money getting this room, but she already knew it would be worth it.
Before she’d even gotten to her room, she’d been pampered and given the best
screwdriver she’d ever drank. The blonde had been slower than she liked
unpacking, but she’d used her time wisely: finding her perfect tiny in the
catalogue before someone else could rent him.
Caley lifted the suitcase and wheeled it into a closet the
size of her bedroom at hom. At 5’0”, she felt small in the massive room, but
knew something that would instantly make her feel large for the first time in
her life. The waitress asked politely if she needed anything else, and Caley
shook her head.
“Enjoy your stay, miss!”
Despite the object of her desire waiting on the balcony for
her, Caley took the time to unpack the rest of her belongings. The rest of the
vacation would be pure fun. She could spend five minutes to be more organized.
Finally, after some time, she sighed and took a sip of her
screwdriver and looked out at the balcony and at her cup.
“Here we go”, she said, slipping her shorts and shirt off.
The slender blonde felt heat between her legs at the thought of what she was
about to do. A cool breeze from the ceiling fan flittered across her small
breasts and her nipples immediately stood at attention.
Daintily, she walked onto the balcony and felt the summer
heat against her naked chest. A glance around showed her dozens of other
balconies that also overlooked the resort’s massive pool area, where dozens of
people were lounging in various states of undress. At least two of the
sunbathing women were openly masturbating not far from an already entangled
couple, and it was obvious this was a place where everything went.
Caley felt herself relax as her balcony neighbor, an older
brunette wearing a comically large hat and nothing else, waved to her. She
waved back while a tiny man walked carefully along the balcony railing in front
of the woman. Then she turned her attention to her prize.
Knowing it was probably useless, she leaned forward and
peered through the hole on top of the golden container. It was too dark within
to see, but she could hear excited yelling from within. Smirking, she picked up
the cup and sat on the long beach chair.
Before she could stop herself, she wrapped her lips around
the top of the container and tilted it back like a shot glass.
***
Zac yelled with excitement when the light above changed
suddenly. Looking up, he saw a massive blue eye, but nothing that could tell
him who his giantess was. It somehow seemed familiar, but most of his family
had blue eyes, so he’d seen a lot of them in his life. In his excitement, he
found it odd that he was thinking of family, so he shook his head and
refocused.
Then the light vanished and he felt the cup moving. There
was a flash of sunlight, then sudden darkness.
“What is--?“, he started to say before his world flipped
upside down.
With a surprised scream, he fell onto something hot, wet,
and soft. Instantly he was lifted upward and slammed against the roof of the
giantess’ mouth. Another flash of light illuminated the world outside and he
got a narrow view of the resort and the retreating golden cup before her lips
sealed him away from the outside. Adrenaline exploded through his body and Zac
pushed aside the urge to scream in fear as the giant predator’s mouth was
suddenly darker than any night he could imagine.
Rough suction pulled at his body, making his ears pop as the
tongue explored every inch of his body. Despite himself, Zac laughed and tried
to yank his shorts off, but he was too slippery and his hands couldn’t get
under the waistband in the confusion. His excitement and the sudden change in
surroundings had him too disoriented to do more than let out gleeful shouts.
“Hey, gimme a minute!”, he yelled, laughing, knowing she
probably couldn’t hear him.
Then he felt himself be moved sideways and his legs landed
on something sharp. Vaguely familiar laughter sounded from all around, so loud
he felt his bones vibrate.
Teeth?, he
guessed, just as the top row of molars came crashing down on his legs. He
shrieked in anticipation of the immediate amputation, but instead he simply
felt a strange pressure as the massive pearly whites tried to cut him in half.
They retreated, then returned, smashing onto his torso as the giantess did her
best to make him a meal.
Finally, Zac guessed she’d had enough, and he had too.
Terror had given him an incredible erection, but he was sure he’d had his fill
of being chewed on. Before he could even realize she was done chewing, the
massive lips opened and he felt himself tumbling through her open lips and back
into the golden cup.
Before he could forget, he yanked off his shorts. Quickly he
started rubbing himself, then forced himself to hold back. He wanted his first
orgasm here to be inside his giantess, not inside a cup.
The next several minutes were electric with anticipation; he
felt his container be moved and shook gently, but nothing involving him had
happened yet. In the distance, he could hear some moaning and gasping, and he
could only guess what it meant. And hope it meant his action would be starting
soon.
Then he was knocked off his feet when his container was
grabbed suddenly and yanked upward.
“Whoa!”, he shouted, not expecting the sudden movement.
The giantess clearly didn’t care and he found himself,
almost impossibly, getting even harder from her lack of consideration. Through
the opening up top, he saw a flash of blonde hair and pale skin before the
container was tilted sideways, but not quite enough to dump him out. A belly
button flew by, a mile of smooth skin, and then he saw it.
“Yes!”, he
screamed, unable to restrain himself.
She had positioned him perfectly at her entrance; a massive
pair of hairless, glistening lips awaited. It was now obvious she’d been
playing with herself in anticipation. Zac found himself grinning like an idiot,
eager to slide inside this giant woman. Then he had a realization: his
container was shaped like it was for a reason.
***
Satisfied that she was sufficiently ready, Caley aimed the
container right at her pussy. She hadn’t been sure how she wanted to see her
toy the very first time, so she’d elected to use him before he even knew who
she was. The golden funnel at the top of the cup would serve her purposes
perfectly.
The diminutive blonde moaned with pleasure as the narrow top
slid into her, and she pushed it as far in as she could comfortably. It
wouldn’t work very well as a dildo, but she didn’t need it to. Before she could
think any more, she tilted her hips backward and lifted her feet to her ears.
This had the result of turning the cup upside down completely and she felt,
with great delight, something small fall out of it and into the deepest parts
of her sex.
Instantly, she felt her body spasm in reaction, and the
shudder of a small orgasm ran through her as she gently pushed the golden
object free. It fell to the floor with a silent thud as her fingers sought out
her clit. A silent cry of pleasure escaped her lips as her sensitive bud leapt
to life when she finally gave it the attention she’d craved. And the meal her
pussy had been yearning for ever since she’d had her most perverted idea ever.
Zac fell with a happy shout, bouncing off one soft, wet wall
and landing hard on what he knew had to be the giantess’ cervix. Instantly, he
was overwhelmed with her scent, and he tried to stand only to fall forward as
her hips shook. His hands pushed on smooth hot flesh and he looked up at a
sudden flash of light. For a moment, he could see the entirety of her tunnel,
pulsating and glistening, as his container was pulled free. Then the path to
the outside world slammed shut, leaving him in humid darkness.
The walls of her pussy closed in on him and Zac felt
instinct take over. He knew that he didn’t need to breathe, but his lungs were
telling him he would run out of air momentarily. He knew that she couldn’t
crush or harm him; but being surrounded by pulsating, gripping flesh struck
fear deep into his heart.
Despite all that knowledge, claustrophobia struck.
Before Zac knew what he was doing, he found himself pushing
toward her opening in a frenzy. She was incredibly slippery and he couldn’t
tell if he was making progress, but the walls around him quaked and gripped and
squeezed constantly; even if he wasn’t moving forward, he knew his giantess was
loving it. For his own part, he wasn’t quite sure if his love of the situation
and finally fulfilling his fantasy was going to outweigh his instinctive,
overwhelming fear of being buried alive.
Caley barely kept herself from crying out in ecstasy as her
toy moved within her. With a focused thought, she made him slightly smaller to
keep the fun lasting longer, but as her finger flew across her clit, she knew
her orgasm wasn’t far away. The feeling of a tiny man struggling inside her was
incredible; she’d used vibrating eggs before, but they had nothing on this.
Reflexively, she clamped her muscles around her little toy and felt him push
even harder against her.
With a silent gasp she came, feeling herself squeeze down
even harder on the tiny man. While she writhed on the tanning chair, she felt him
surge forward, using the sudden tightness of her walls for traction. She let
him push his way to her opening and widened her legs just as the peak of her
orgasm passed. At the perfect time, she looked down to marvel at the suddenly
appearing hands and arms; she came again from the view of a tiny man pushing
his way out of her snatch and leaned backward to moan in pleasure s the rest of
his body slid out of her and dropped to the chair.
With her breasts heaving, she caught her breath as the
sunlight shone down on her. The day was too far along for the sun to be shining
in her eyes, and she found herself staring at the blue sky as her heart slowed
it’s racing. There was a faint tickling as the tiny brushed against her legs,
surely hoping to catch a glimpse and actually meet the giantess who now owned
him for the foreseeable future. With a sigh, she realized she could put this
off no long: the only part of her vacation that made her slightly nervous.
And excited.
No matter how it went, she’d still have her fun, of course.
But this was the only event that she knew she wasn’t completely in control of,
and that irked her. Whether on stage dancing or in a relationship, Caley liked
to be in control
Zac jumped and yelled again, entranced by the view of the
gargantuan vagina that he’d just pushed his way out of. Now that he was free
and unharmed, as promised, part of him wanted to climb back inside and bring
this incredible woman to pleasure again. But he knew he had to meet her. If she
was effectively going to own him for the next couple weeks, he had to at least
know her name, even if she was one of those giantesses that enjoyed ‘permanent’
insertion.
Which he had technically put on his list of interests. Along
with pretty much everything else, no matter how unlikely it was to actually
occur.
Then she sat up, a mountain of pale, beautiful flesh. Her
toned stomach came into view first, and he could tell she was fit, petite even,
but had admirable abs. Then her breasts, small but proportionally larger to the
rest of her body, then finally he saw her face. Long blond hair draped over her
back, blue eyes adorned her face, and –
“What?!”, Zac yelled out, recognizing his sister. His
erection died instantly as he yelled, and she giggled at his obvious
discomfort. He felt the faux wood under his feet shift as he grew slightly,
until he could see over each of her toned thighs. A careful step took him
further away from her glistening pussy and he suddenly realized he was covered
in her juices. The scent that had intoxicated him minutes ago suddenly filled
his nostrils and caused him to shudder with disgust.
“Caley!”, he screamed in frustration, furious that she was
here, on what was supposed to be his vacation. Something he’d spent years
planning and saving for. And now, at the ultimate completion of his wildest
dream, the giantess who’d rented him for his entire vacation was none other
than his older sister. Not a supermodel. Not a rich girl taking her twelfth
vacation this year. Not a housewife looking for a toy to abuse while she hid
from her family.
His sister.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Well”, she said with an infuriating laugh, “I’m playing
with my new toy, of course!”
Zac yelled wordlessly, furious and ashamed at the same time.
How could she do this to him?
“But really”, she explained, putting on a face of fake
contrition, “I was snooping through your room like a terrible sister and found
your tickets. And since I’m doing so well, I thought, I could use a little
vacation!”
“No! This was my vaca-“, Zac yelled, but Caley’s voice
easily overrode his. His earlier fascination with being disregarded vanished as
she effortlessly shut down his complaint.
“I really think this is gonna be great for me”, she
continued with a smile, “I needed a break.”
One hand wrapped around Zac and he realized he was now
almost seven inches tall. He was abruptly lifted upward and Caley leapt from
her chair. She waved to a woman, sitting alone on her balcony and patting her
mouth with a napkin, before she skipped into her room. If Zac hadn’t been so
enraged, he would have appreciated how luxurious of a room she’d rented.
Instead, he found himself angrier with every pure white
pillow and spotless mirror that he saw, and he drew in a breath to –
With a laugh, Caley fell onto her back on the bed and
scooted upward until her head was supported by the pillows. Her hand lowered
until Zac’s squirming form was inches from her pussy again. Caley bit her lip
as she anticipated how good this was going to feel.
“Let’s face it bro”, she said with an innocent look on her
face, “We’ve both got this tiny fetish, the extra kink with my toy being you is
just icing on the cake. And you can enjoy it or fight it, but either way, I’m gonna enjoy myself.”
The massive blond gently bit her lower lip, and before he
could respond, she pushed him face-first into her cunt. He pushed against her
tender skin and swung his arms to avoid pushing his face into her,
inadvertently striking her clit and causing her to gasp at the shock. Gently
pushing his now-larger body into herself, she adjusted her grip around his
waist and moaned at the vibrations and sensations his swinging arms were giving
her.
Deeper and deeper he slid until finally, Caley only had a
grip on his ankles and she could feel the gentle thumping inside that had to
mean he was pushed up against her cervix and hitting it furiously. His pulsing
fight sent shivers through her entire body in a way that no normal size man
could ever compete with.
“Damn Zac!”, she said, rocking her hips unconsciously as she
held him deep, “If you’d have told me you were into this, we could’ve found a
way to make it happen years ago!”
“No!”, he cried out, only hearing her heartbeat as he pushed
against her cervix. Furiously, he struggled to keep his face clear of her
secretions, but he knew it was a losing fight. Her fingers were wrapped around
his ankles and her pussy clung to every inch of his body. It was everything
he’d wished for and more. Except for one thing.
“Caley! Let me go!”
Unhearing and uncaring, Caley started to pump her toy in and
out of her pussy. With each thrust, a new sensitive spot was brushed and she
felt more powerful than she had ever imagined. Her brother’s entire life had
lad him to this moment: to be so powerless against her she could treat him like
a literal dildo. Driven as deep as she could push, Zac wiggled in ways that no
vibrator could ever match and Caley knew, without a doubt, that this would be
the greatest vacation ever.
Two hours later, Caley finally released her hold on her brother’s
legs. She’d changed positions multiple times, sized him up to uncomfortably
large twice, and felt like her heart was ready to explode. Twice shed’ made him
so small she could feel him slip all the way to the back of her love tunnel,
only to slowly grow him and writhe in pleasure as he filled her walls from
within like a living, vibrating egg.
She wanted to continue; the sensations he gave her were
addictive in the best way. But she was exhausted. Each new orgasm was almost
too much for her and she realized that she’d been staring at the ceiling
twitching in a constant state of bliss for the last ten minutes. Using all her
willpower, she decided that she was finished.
For the moment.
With a groan and a flick of her hand, Caley slipped her toy out
of her exhausted vagina and dropped it to the bed spread.
Thoroughly beaten and used, Zac tried to crawl away from his
sister. He’d been pounded and crushed and squeezed for what seemed like an
eternity; his sister’s pussy had been his entire world and it seemed as though
he’d been forced to explore every inch of it. Unharmed but exhausted, a
testament to the shrinking toughness process, he stumbled to his feet and tried
to run on the crumpled sheets.
Instead, her hand wrapped around him once more. He screamed,
but her thumb covered his face and he felt the sensation of movement. His body
was swinging wildly as she walked, his feet kicking on open air. When the thumb
vanished, he had to cover his eyes from the setting sun reflecting from a
higher window, and she placed him on the railing of her balcony. Instantly, he
dropped to his knees and grabbed the railing; his fear of heights had kicked in
and the thought of dropping miles into that pool below was horrifying.
“So, listen Zac”, Caley begun, her voice hoarse from
moaning, “I wasn’t kidding when I said you should enjoy yourself.”
He turned and looked at her, and despite himself, he could
appreciate how attractive she was. She was a stunning petite blonde with a body
that spoke of hard work, not simply skipping meals. If she was literally anyone
else, he would have been thrilled that she was the giantess who wanted him.
Caley felt so satisfied that she didn’t care at all that she
was outside naked; it had made her nervous earlier, but now now. And especially
not since she could see several couples hooking up on their own balconies. Far
below, next to the pool, most of the clientele were as naked as she was, though
most of them were simply content to tan without tan lines.
“So I really hope you can relax a bit and make this good for
you”, she continued. Idly, she started braiding her hair, her fingers flying in
rapid movement as Zac tried to creep away from the edge of the railing. “You
got the good package, after all. Everything I can think of, we’re gonna do and
that’s that.”
Zac held still as she picked him up again, feeling himself
shrink in her palm.
“Caley! Just give me back so someone else can rent meeee…!”,
he yelled as she tossed him up in the air. With a scream, he fell back down and
she caught him with her open mouth, careful to stop his body on her tongue and
not swallow him - no matter how much she wanted to.
Humming to herself, she went back into her room to change
and Caley couldn’t help but smile. With her brother tucked into her cheek, she
picked out her tightest yellow bikini and slipped it on. The one rule she knew
she wanted to follow here, at least for a little while, was thus: If you were
naked, you were fair game to anyone who wanted a piece. If you were wearing
clothing, there had to at least be some form of consent.
And for the first night, at least, the only guy getting up
in her business was going to be her tiny brother.
Though as she lounged at the pool among the rest of the
guests, she knew she’d have as many men as she wanted in her business.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - A Soothing Massage by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 3 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: A Soothing Massage
The following morning, Caley called for room service. Zac
had spend the night squeezed between her muscular cheeks and pushed against her
sphincter; had he been able to, he would have escaped to run as far as he
could. But she’d thought this through; her underwear had been especially made
to hold a tiny man exactly where the wearer wanted him. All his struggles had
accomplished was to make her smile while she slept.
She sat up in bed after hanging up the phone and wiggled her
hips. Zac screamed at the sudden movement and wiggling, clinging desperately to
the material of her underwear to keep from being pushed through her suddenly
relaxed anus. Part of him realized he was getting exactly what he wanted: to be
absolutely dominated by a giantess. And part of him wished that other part of
him had never been born.
Idly, Caley yawned and stood, shimmying her underwear off
and plucking Zac free. With her eyes half opened, the blond woman shuffled into
the restroom, dropping Zac into a heavy plastic cup. He hit the bottom hard and
almost wished it had hurt, this part of the shrinking process was impossible to
get used to.
“Hey!”, he yelled upward at his sister once he’d climbed to
his feet. She was ignoring him while reading what appeared to be a massive
instruction pamphlet. She mumbled as she picked up what seemed to be a lid,
reading aloud all the while. As Zac continued to yell to get her attention, she
screwed the lid onto the cup that held him. Frustrated at being ignored, and
ignoring the part of him that liked it, he sat down on the cold, clear plastic.
Then something started humming above him. He looked up and
screamed.
While Caley sat on the commode and did her business, she
made it a point to not stare at the cup as a bright light emanated from the
bottom of the lid. The ultraviolet light was cleaning her toy far more
thoroughly that soap and water could manage, but it would have damaged her eyes
if she watched for too long. When she was done, the light had turned itself
off, and she left the cup to cool while she put on fresh clothes.
The directions had warned her it would be hot, but if she
wanted her tiny at a higher temperature she could safely remove, then insert
it, after several minutes.
Just as she was unscrewing the lid and dumping an angry Zac
onto her palm, Caley heard a knock at the door. His yelling vanished when she
curled her fingers around his suddenly two inch form.
“Perfect!”, she said as she hurried to the door.
Breakfast was on the other side, and the waiter wheeled it
in on a silver cart. Professionally he removed the lid from the plate and the
scent of bacon and pancakes filled the air. Before Caley could ask, he’d made a
carafe of hot coffee appear and was pouring a cup. Cream and sugar followed
without her having to ask.
“Your other request is on the shelf below, ma’am”, he told
her before stepping back through the open door and closing it behind himself.
“Oh, this smells good, don’t you think?”, she asked Zac, not
caring to hear his response.
Before he could even try to respond, she looked at the lower
shelf of the cart and smiled.
“Here, keep yourself busy”, Caley said as she casually
dropped him next to her special request.
Zac fell with a scream, but the fall didn’t hurt as he had
feared. Instead, the metal surface he landed on simply felt like a massive
wrestling mat. He rolled twice from the momentum as he heard his sister humming
above him, likely already starting to eat. Despite her petite size, she ate
more than most men he knew.
Climbing to his feet, Zac ignored her legs for the moment
and turned around. He’d heard the waiter’s statement and knew it couldn’t be
good for him.
“Oh shit.”
Twenty minutes later, Caley was on her back on the bed,
watching fascinated with her legs behind her head. The position was easy for
the flexible blonde to hold, and she was well motivated: in this position, she
could easily see the vibrator sliding deep into her snatch. She let out a moan
as the tip stroked her g-spot, then slid it out briefly.
A scream was heard faintly over the vibrating noise, and
Caley slid the pink tube back inside of herself, letting Zac’s suddenly
dampened scream propel her closer to orgasm. She withdrew it slowly again,
hearing the three-inch man scream once more. He was held at the tip of the
vibrator by a harness that had wrapped around his waist, putting him
perpendicular with the rest of the vibrator. Every push made him feel like a
particularly bulbous cockhead, and every one of his struggling movements pushed
against each of her walls.
Knowing she had the entire day ahead of her, Caley didn’t
try to drag this orgasm out. The squirming toy filling her cavity would have
made that extremely difficult even had she wanted to. Holding it deep inside,
she angled the vibrator against the top of her vagina while she slid a
spit-soaked finger across her clit. Between the two different stimulations she
came rapidly, letting the incredible movements bring her to ecstasy before
she’d even finished her entire cup of coffee.
Giggling, she slid the toy out of her still-spasming pussy.
Her heart was pounding as she carefully lowered her legs back to the sheets,
and she brought the toy up to her eyes. Zac was still screaming, now turned
from fear to anger, and she opened her mouth wide.
With a thought and a flick of her finger, he was released
from the toy’s harness and simultaneously shrank to one-inch tall. His angry
yelling turned to a faint squeak as she caught him in her mouth and closed her
lips. Licking and sucking all the flavor from him that she could, she stood and
picked up the phone. Instantly an operator was responding and Caley was
thrilled to hear that she had called in at the perfect time.
***
Caley groaned as the masseuse’s skilled hands ran across her
back. Between the hot towel across her butt and his incredible fingers, she
felt muscle knots that she didn’t even realize she had vanishing. Hot oil
trickled down her back as he pushed and kneaded her sore muscles.
“This is wonderful”, she murmured as a faint cry for help
reached her ears. Caley only smiled and relaxed further in response.
Zac cried out through a mouthful of oil as the masseuse
pushed him into his sister’s skin. One hand was free and rubbing circles along
her shoulder blade while Zac was being pushed and dragged along her spinal
muscles. The man’s hands were unforgiving, but masterful; under his palms, Zac
had been turned into a living massage tool.
Briefly the masseuse folded Zac in half, backward, and used
his tiny body to work out a particularly large knot at the base of Caley’s neck
before letting the tiny man unfold. The air had been forced from his lungs and
Zac was unable to resume his furious yelling before the hand grasped him again.
“You’re really tense”, the man told Caley. She wished she
could remember his name, but all she could think of was how nice his hands felt
on her naked body. “If you don’t mind, I can give you a more thorough, deeper
massage.”
The blonde didn’t miss the innuendo in his voice and she
just wiggled her butt invitingly in response. She didn’t see his smile, but she
felt his hands start to move lower gently, not breaking a circular pattern that
occasionally caused shivers that went down to her toes. Occasionally, she could
hear a faint yell, and finally she felt his hands start working on her bare
bottom.
Gently he worked on her gluteal muscles, working deeper into
her thick muscles as she relaxed more. The heat of the oil spread down through
her crack and the masseuse followed it, first innocently as he made sure he
coated every inch of her in the soothing warm oil, then less so as he let his fingertips
brush against her pleasantly dark backdoor.
Caley gasped as she felt the finger continue downward while
his other hand worked more laterally; as one probing hand began deftly
manipulating her clitoris, the other began loosening a muscle on her outer
thigh.
“Let me go!”, Zac screamed when he was finally allowed to
come up for air after what seemed an eternity later. The hand refused, of
course, simply shifting him to the other hand before pushing him onto his
sister’s other cheek. Imperceptibly fine hairs rubbed against him as he was
pushed into her other side. A gasp revealed to him what he had feared: the
giant man’s finger had a very distinct smell.
With some effort, Caley kept herself from tensing up; she
was so relaxed from the rest of the massage she didn’t want to ruin the effect.
Instead, she spread her legs slightly to let the masseuse’s probing fingers dip
into her sex as she gasped in delight. Her other cheek received the same
attention as the first, and just as she felt her orgasm start approaching, the
hand vanished.
“Noooo”, she moaned as she felt the hand pull out of her
soaking pussy. “Put them back!”
“One moment, miss”, the masseuse said confidently as he
covered the tiny in a small amount of oil. She didn’t see his smile, the smile
of a man who truly enjoyed his job.
True to his word, he replaced his fingers inside of her
momentarily. She gasped as he started to massage her sensitive insides more
urgently, and he knew she wasn’t far from bliss. It was his favorite part of
the best job he’d ever had, and he knew he was skilled.
While Caley’s orgasm built, he started to rub the tiny
against her lower back in another circular pattern, this time bringing the tiny
further south with each pass. By the time the tiny was being dragged across her
incredible crack, she was ready.
With a gentle cry, she came on the table, her vagina
spasming around the man’s fingers as he curled them and pumped gently, expertly
matching the rise and fall of her hips. As she came, he slid the tiny between her
cheeks and waited for her final gasp. Gently, he pushed the little man against
her anus, timing his final push carefully.
When the blond writhing on his fingers finally slowed her
lustful cries, the masseuse changed the pressure on her sphincter and pushed
with a little more urgency. The oil-covered tiny slipped right into her hungry
rectum and Caley cried out again, her orgasm suddenly renewed as vibrations
from inside her colon suddenly began.
With a smile, the masseuse changed the angle of his probing
fingers and slid his thumb straight through her anus, rubbing them together
through her tender walls. As expected, the tiny was caught by his anally
inserted finger and the squirming form only added to his masterful inner
massage.
I love this job!,
he thought, as Caley squirmed and moaned.
“Let me out!”, Zac screamed as he raged against the finger
sliding in and out of his sister’s asshole. Intermittently there was enough
space to give him a ray of light, and Zac leapt toward freedom only to fall once
more to the spongy walls of her colon. In the distance, her heartbeat raced,
then began slowing as the finger gave Zac a derisive flick and withdrew.
He fell to his back as one more ray of light shone down on
him, then vanished as the tight ring of muscle closed reflexively.
The masseuse wiped his fingers down quickly before he gave
Caley a fina pat down and covered her with a warm sheet.
“Stay here as long as you like”, he told her as he withdrew,
leaving her to bask in her afterglow.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - Eating Zac Up by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 4 of Tiny TInder Academy - The Resort
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Eating Zac Up
That afternoon, Caley found herself on a small tour of the
resort. It was far larger than she’d expected originally, a thought that made
her giggle.
“Too bad you can’t see any of this”, she said to Zac, her
face pointed toward her panties. Caley didn’t expect that he could hear her,
and that was okay. He was still, technically, getting the tour of a lifetime.
At four inches tall, he was currently entirely encased in
her vagina. She’d been at a loss of what to do with him once she’d slid him
from her asshole after that wonderful massage, but a thorough cleaning and a
question to room service had given her several great ideas. Minutes after her
call, a waiter had arrived, handing her a fresh garment bag and a small
pamphlet with hundreds of ideas for using tiny people.
She’d chosen to tie his feet into the special panties she’d
been given and push him as far into her as he would fit. It was like walking
with a small, squirming dildo, and if Caley hadn’t seen several other women and
at least one man obviously doing the same thing, she would have been red-faced
and embarrassed.
As it was, she’d gotten two hi-fives from women who knew
exactly what she was enjoying.
Caley passed by the gym, where she saw a cycling class
through the large glass window. She stopped for a moment, both to enjoy Zac’s
movements which were slowly bringing her to yet another orgasm, and to watch
the cyclers sweat. Both the men and women were in various states of undress and
Caley wished that society could be like this all the time.
“I need to move to a nudist colony”, she mumbled as she
noticed something peculiar about the seats on the bikes. Carefully, she looked
more closely, then realized she hadn’t worked out in almost a week. Her stomach
grumbled as she checked out the class times.
“I’ll swing by tomorrow”, she said as she turned and started
following signs toward ‘Le Table Russo’.
She hadn’t been sure what to expect at the resort’s most
popular restaurant; the décor seemed an odd mixture of Japanese and French
vibes. On one wall paintings showing French characters sharing a bottle of wine
were done in the style of Japanese water paintings, and on the other French
abstract paintings depicted distant snowy mountains and fishing villages. Caley
found it difficult to follow the waiter – she wanted to take her time for fear
of missing seeing something amazing.
There was a small table against the wall for her, and before
she had scooted her chair in a glass with red wine was being placed in front of
her. Fresh bread and olive oil were brought out as she read the menu, and she
realized tonight was a golden opportunity. For a moment she glanced around the
restaurant, embarrassed at what she was thinking of doing, then she remembered
that her low-cut dress that barely went below her hips was considered
overdressed. One hand moved south and she focused briefly before bringing it
back upward.
Zac took a breath of fresh air as he was suddenly exposed to
the world again. He got a brief flash of a gently lit dining area and his
sister’s smiling face before he was flipped upside down. Dangling by his ankles
again, he felt distinctly like a caught fish.
“I’ll have the sashimi”, Zac heard Caley say before her hand
dropped him.
He fell with a squeak onto something soft, and before he
realized what was happening, he’d been completely wrapped in what seemed to be
a giant white piece of silk. Soft voices spoke for a moment and her recognized
some of the mumbling as Caley’s. Then his prison began swinging from side to
side as whoever was holding him began walking. Despite his best efforts, he
couldn’t push his face against the material hard enough to see through it,
though he could tell when he’d entered the kitchen. Suddenly, voices were
calling out for different ingredients, and a much-nearer voice called out “For
thirty-one!” before his prison was suspended from a hook.
“Hey!”, Zac yelled as terror ran through him, “this isn’t
part of my deal! Let me out!”
Distantly, but still too close for comfort, he heard someone
sharpening a knife. He spun in his hanging cage like and animal caught in a
net, desperate to fight his way to freedom. Sure, he’d technically agreed to
everything a giantess could think of. But the instinctive fear of being eaten
refused to vanish and every sound of a knife on stone struck fear through his
heart.
“Let me go!”
Just as Caley’s wine was being refilled, her entrée arrived.
“Mmmm”, she said, excited, as the waiter placed a silver
tray in front of her then lifted the lid, “I can’t wait!”
Zac screamed when the lid covering him was removed. A thin
strip of seaweed had been wrapped around his head, then another around his
entire body before he’d been rolled in rice and sat carefully on the center of
the dish. Luckily, he’d struggled just enough as the waiter had carried his
sister’s meal to her that his blindfold had fallen.
Unluckily, he’d gotten over his fear and confusion and had
realized where he was.
Delighted with what she saw, Caley carefully picked up a
piece of her sashimi with her chopsticks. The motion felt awkward, but she was
determined to use them properly this time. The fish was fresh and obviously
caught mere hours ago, and after a quick dip in soy sauce, it exploded with
flavor on her tongue.
Zac struggled against his seaweed-wrapped prison while his
sister devoured his surroundings. Pieces of fish flew into the air to vanish
into her maw before small vegetables he coulnd’t identify followed. At his
size, the smell was overwhelming, but the sensation and feeling of the seaweed
against his skin was somehow the worst. Despite everything, he couldn’t help
but feel utterly humiliated by one thing: the paper-thin piece of plant that
wrapped around him was still too strong for him to tear through and escape.
Finally, he felt something shift in his prison just as the
last piece of meat vanished. With a might yank, Zac pulled an arm free and
started to wriggle upward, not sure where he was going to go, but sure it would
be better than his sister’s stomach. A glance upward showed him that she was
busy taking a deep drink from her wine glass, and he freed his other arm. His
feet were wrapped more tightly, but now that he had some room to kick and
shift, he could feel them moving.
Almost there!, he
thought as a piece of white rice fell on his face. He sputtered and brushed it
off, then looked upward. The blood ran from his face as he made eye contact
with his giant, hungry sister.
Caley swallowed her wine, then quit delaying. The
anticipation had been fun, but the fire in her belly needed to be sated. She
picked up her chopsticks once again and looked down at the final morsel on her
plate. He’d somehow gotten his arms free, but not fast enough. They met eyes
and he let out a small, hilarious scream as she gingerly picked up the seaweed
roll.
“Oops!’, she said with a laugh as he squirmed, causing his
prison to slip from her chopsticks and landing in soy sauce. Sheepishly she
looked about, but no one had noticed her drop her food. This time, she clamped
onto the piece of food a little tighter.
Zac spat out as much of the salty liquid as he could, but he
was thoroughly soaked. Before he could even try to continue his escape, the
massive chopsticks squeezed him around the midsection and picked him up once
more. At a sickening speed, he was yanked upward and he gasped for air, trying
in vain to yell to Caley for mercy.
Instead, she looked down at him with a smile that told him
she was embarrassed.
“Let’s just pretend that didn’t happen, okay?”, she said
with a smile.
Then he was yanked forward. Zac screamed in terror, sure
that this was the end. Fear had overwhelmed his senses and all thought of the
protections that his expensive vacation package had guaranteed him vanished.
The instinctive fear of being devoured kicked in as he passed through her ruby
red lips. The fruity scent of her red wine overwhelmed his nose just as her
lips closed, cutting off all light.
Teeth crashed down on Zac, hitting him harder than he could
ever have imagined. In his panic and the absolute blackness of her maw, he
didn’t realize they weren’t cutting him, and he fought for all he was worth. In
the darkness, he rolled onto her tongue, onto lumps of chewed rice and seaweed,
then was tossed onto the other row of teeth which bore down on him again.
Caley chewed on her entrée, marveling at the texture. The
seaweed and rice tasted excellent, and true to the menu’s description, she got
an incredible umami flavor from chewing his tiny body. She could feel it’s
struggles, which delighted her, and for a moment, she pushed it to the roof of
her mouth as she could swallow everything that had wrapped it tightly for her
enjoyment.
After a horrifying eternity, Zac was rolled back onto
Caley’s tongue. With a scream, he reached for his legs, sure they’d be missing.
Instead, they seemed entirely intact, and he laughed in insane confusion.
Bright light assaulted his eyes suddenly and he saw that his legs and torso
seemed completely unharmed. The light seemed to bring comprehension back into
his mind and he realized that the resort had protected him just as perfectly as
they’d claimed.
This had even been something he’d expressed interest in. If
only his giantess hadn’t been his sister!
Then he was thrust upward again, colliding with the roof of
her mouth and animal instinct took control once more. He screamed as he was
yanked backward, feeling the tightness of Caley’s throat encompassing his legs.
He’d spent hours inside of her other holes, but this was different; this felt
final in a way Zac could never put words to.
“No!”, he shouted as Caley’s lips closed and he was
surrounded by darkness. Then his ears popped as invisible pressure pulled him
even harder backward.
Before he could scream again, he was engulfed.
Caley felt her final morsel slide down her throat. It
wriggled interstingly in her throat and not nearly for long enough. When the
lump vanished and she felt movement start in her tummy, she resolved to try it
with a guest who had a cheaper vacation package than Zac.
I bet they struggle
even better when they know it’s permanent!, she thought excitedly as she
sipped the last of her win. Then a wicked thought came to her. Yes, I’ll have to look into that in the
morning. If things worked out, this would not be her last trip to ‘Le Table
Russo’.
Zac screamed as loud as he could and thrashed with all his
strength, but it was all for naught: his sister’s simple biological process of
swallowing was far stronger than he ever could be. Rhythmically, he was yanked
downward, lubricated by spit and wine, his nostrils overwhelmed to the point of
shutting down. Then finally, as the sound of her heartbeat grew louder and
louder until he was sure he was inches away from her beating heart, there was
nothing below Zac’s feet.
“Shit!”, he cried out as he fell momentarily.
Something soft greeted him as a landing pad, and Zac rolled
in disgust off the piece of fish he’d landed on. Instead of finding solid
ground, his legs slipped into a near-boiling fluid that instantly started his
skin to tingling. He looked around desperately for a way out, but the darkness
was so complete he almost questioned whether he’d actually opened his eyes,
except for how the air itself was burning them.
“Caley!”, he screamed.
“Just Caley”, the blonde said to the waiter after he called
her formally by her last name. He’d already swiped her room card to add the
restaurant charge to her bill, and then offered her a mint. She took it
happily, then raised her eyebrow questioningly at it’s strange appearance.
“It’s less a mint and more a light for your dinner”, he
explained when it started glowing in her hand. “Having a light present keeps
them moving for longer.”
“That’s a great idea!”, she said as she stood, ready to head
back to her room for a quiet evening. The wine had gotten to her head rather
quickly and she had big plans for tomorrow. It had been quite the day already
and she wanted to make sure that at least part of her vacation was restful.
“Yeah! Great!”, Zac yelled as a light grew steadily from above.
He was out of his mind with terror. His entire body was covered in what he knew
to be stomach acid, and the tingling had evolved into burning. All thought of
his VIP package was gone, only near-mindless terror remained. Until the light
arrived.
He slogged through the mush of Caley’s dinner, certain the
light was some form of rescue.
Instead, a small circular disk dropped to the top of the
mush, giving off an odd yellow light that did him no favors as it illuminated
Zac’s organic hell.
“What-?”, he said aloud as he picked it up, still hoping
against hope that his final moments weren’t upon him. It was the size of a
large dinner plate and as he held it up, he saw his hand illuminated in It’s
sickening light.
Just before it flickered off and condemned him to darkness
once more, he saw the skin of his forearm eroding enough that his muscles were
visible.
Zac drew in breath to scream.
Wow, Caley thought
as the movement in her belly skyrocketed, that
waiter wasn’t kidding about it increasing movement!
The tiny blond kicked her shoes into a corner of her room
and threw herself face down on the bed. Before she could even think about
freeing Zac from her stomach, she was fast asleep.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter, but for Zac, is this the end?
Tiny Tinder Academy - Pondering An Extended Stay by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 5 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Pondering An Extended Stay
Zac awoke with a scream. He threw himself to his feet and
ran forward blindly, not sure where he was, but sure he had to be somewhere
else, and fast. Three steps in, he hit an invisible wall and was thrown onto
his back. Almost before he’d landed, he’d rolled to his hands and knees and was
greeted with the most confusing sight of his life.
There in the distance was the sleeping form of his sister,
still clothed and illuminated by moonlight, on top of her sheets.
“What is-?”, he asked as he stood, his heart pounding. One
hand pushed against the plastic of the cup he was imprisoned within, and he was
relieved to see his arm intact. A quick glance told him that he was completely
unharmed despite his most recent memories being of the bones of his hands
falling through his melting skin into a sludge of rice and meat.
Then a bright light shone from above and the cleaning cycle
began again.
***
Ten hours, and eight timer-regulated cleaning cycles later,
Caley plucked Zac from the TTA Tiny-Maestro and dropped him into the front of
her shorts. He’d tried to talk to her, but she was in a hurry. The blonde had
overslept slightly, but by the virtue of her youth, the wine hadn’t even given
her a faint hangover. Frustrated and terrified all at once, Zac focused on not
sliding deeper into her panties.
With every step, he failed.
Navigating quickly, she made her way towards the front of
the resort. As she approached the front desk, the lovely receptionist directed
her attention towards her.
“Yes Caley, how can I assist you?” It had been noted on her
computer monitor that the girl preferred to be called by her first name.
“I was just wondering. Is it possible to extend my stay?”
This was not an uncommon question, and the receptionist
professionally replied, “Of course – customers choose to extend their packages
frequently.”
“Oh, that’s good”, said Caley, “can the extension simply be
for a day or two? Also, does the extension have to be for the existing package?
I was wondering if I could change my package for the extended portion only.”
What is she up to?,
wondered Zac, overhearing the conversation between the two women.
“Hmmm”, the receptionist pondered her words before replying,
“we are very flexible here. As far as the duration, it can be a single day or
longer, however long you may choose. And as far as the packages go, almost all
of our extension requests utilize the existing package, but that is not a hard
rule. The extension can be a continuation of your current package or it can be
a brand new package.
“That’s very good”, Caley said excitedly, then asked, “and
as far as payment goes, that will all still be at the end of the stay?”
“Yes Caley.”
“That’s great. I’m not positive yet, but I was thinking
about doing an extension. Is there a deadline before I make that decision?”
“Not at all Caley. You can make that decision all the way up
to your last day here. Even though we’re relatively busy, our resources are
such that we could accommodate up to four times our current customer load
without much effort and our systems are such that they are flexible enough to
change almost instantly. I say almost instantly – we would need probably four
hours of lead time to process such a change.” The receptionist gave her a broad
smile, knowing this was what the girl wanted to hear.
“Thank you so much! I’m sure I’ll be back to do the
extension”, said Caley. The receptionist nodded. Then Caley hurried on her way
– quickly shifting focus for her plans for the day.
So she wants to try
out another tiny after she’s finished with me, eh?, he wondered, she must have seen some guy here that she
likes.
Smiling and relieved she’d made it on time, Caley slipped
out of her shorts to match the rest of the guests and plucked Zac from his
space between her lips. With a thought, he was grown to a more manageable size
and the man on the bike next to her showed her how to mount him properly on the
seat.
“Thanks!”, she whispered to him, not-so-subtly checking out
his exceptional package as the man climbed on his own bike. In the front of the
room, the instructor was clearly about to start the class, so Caley started
climbing on as well.
“No problem!”, the man said, and Caley laughed inwardly at
his face as he slid his own tiny, an Asian woman he’d sized to surprisingly
large, deep into his rectum. She gave his package another appraising look, then
focused as the trainer began introducing herself. It was obvious her workout
neighbor was gay, but Caley knew today she needed a real, full-sized man in
addition to her little plaything.
“Okay everybody!”, the brunette instructor called out,
clothed in a barely-there outfit that sported the resort’s red and khaki
colors, “Insert’em if you got’em and let’s get moving!”
Loud dance music started blasting as Caley slid Zac’s
fighting form deep into her sex. The instructor started them on a slow warm-up
ride, letting their toys struggle deep within before she picked up the pace.
Before the first mile was up, Caley felt an orgasm already approaching.
“It’s a hill!”, the instructor shouted, and as a class, the
guests started standing and sitting, riding up and down on their toys in sync
with their instructor’s motivational shouts.
Moaning filled the air and Caley joined the group with her
first orgasm of the day.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - The Swim Instructor and his Cock-Ring by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 6 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort.
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: The Swim Instructor and his Cock-Ring
Later that afternoon, after a stunningly good lunch of kale
and fruit, Caley found herself looking. Hunting, more like. Her biking partner
that morning had been very well endowed, and though he was gay, Caley found
herself craving something in addition to Zac who was currently being held tight
right against her opening. She’d found it was incredibly comfortable to hold
him there, but knew if she shoved him within, then she’d spend the day
masturbating with his tiny form instead of exploring the resort.
She quickly discovered the pool that her room overlooked was
far from the only one, and while she skipped the salt-water pool, the third
pool drew the most interest. It was a simple square pool with crystal clear
water, but it’s other contents drew her eyes. Before she knew what she was
doing, she’d stripped down to her pink thong and red sports bra.
“You made it just in time!”, said the model with a chiseled
jaw and short black hair as she entered the pool. The water was up to his
waist, just below her breasts, and the size difference made her wet in a way
that had nothing to do with the water.
Zac struggled against the pink material that held him, but
knew it was useless. When she walked, he’d held still so as not to get his
sister excited that her wetness covered him, but through the thin material he’d
been able to see where they were when she peeled her shorts off, and he’d seen
the water fast approaching as she walked down the ramp. Suddenly desperate to
avoid drowning, he tried to pry an arm around the material of Caley’s panties,
but the elastic easily overpowered him.
Changing pace, he tried to push his way up into her. Yes, he
hated the idea, but his brain refused to understand that he was functionally
immortal and that he literally couldn’t drown. For Caley, all his efforts
amounted to a feeling similar to being fingered by an enthusiastic, but
inexperienced teenager.
Zac screamed as Caley waded into the exercise pool and
joined the water aerobics class just as it began.
Cool water surrounded him from below and steaming heat from
above. Low bass rumbles reached his ears as Caley started to move, at times
almost giving him enough room to free himself, and at others pushing him harder
against her sex. After a time, he forced himself to calm down from his survival
reactions and found himself with his eyes closed and desperately hugging the
material of her thong as it threatened to send him inside her once again.
His body screamed with the urge to breathe again, but he’d
already filled his lungs with water. All he could do was hang on as his world churned.
Once, during a rare break in the chaos, he pushed his face hard against the
material and saw other pairs of legs in the distance, some clothed, some not.
Where am I?!, he
wondered desperately as Caley started lifting her knees high in rhythm with the
music he could faintly hear through the water. His question remained unanswered
as Caley followed the instructor’s commands eagerly.
“That was a great class!”, Caley said to the instructor
after the rest of the participants had wandered away. Water aerobics were
especially difficult and few of them had any energy left over. Luckily, Caley
had frequently taken these classes to augment her stamina while dancing and
still felt relatively fresh, though her legs were a little weak after the bike
class that morning.
“Well thanks”, he replied in a deep voice, meeting her eyes
with a smile. A smile that felt vaguely predatory. He looked around the pool
and surrounding area to double check he wasn’t leaving a guest in the water
alone, then followed her up the ramp. She knew his eyes were on her ass, and
she loved it.
After an eternity the water receded and Zac gulped in a
breath of air; it was saturated with Caley’s scent, but his lungs demanded it.
Above him, she was smooth and slippery and he hoped after whatever had just
happened, she’d want to take a nap. Or do anything that left him alone.
“Oh, whoops!”, he heard her say from above, “Someone dropped
a penny!”
His heart fell as her legs moved sideways and the floor
rushed upward suddenly. There was a moment of confusion, then he pushed his
face against the fabric of her thong and realized what had happened: she’d
gotten on all fours.
“Oh darn!”, he heard a man’s voice say with barely hidden
laughter. A massive shadow seemed to be kneeling behind her. “The waistband on
my shorts is too loose!”
Zac screamed when he saw the man’s cock fall free from his
shorts, a beast far larger than Zac was. Neither giant heard him, and he knew
neither would card. Caley moaned and easily overrode his scream when the man
rested the tip of his cock on one of her cheeks and pulled her thong to the
side.
Zac’s scream turned into a breath of relief when he realized
he wasn’t going to be pounded into her by that monster, but that quickly turned
into fear again when the massive cock pistoned straight into her opening right
next to him. The material of her thong was keeping it from touching him;
pulling it aside had only tightened it on him as a prison. But at least he
wasn’t being used for her pleasure.
After what seemed like a mile of cock slid into his sister,
part of the cock remained outside, and Zac realized the man must have bottomed
out. But he wasn’t ready for what happened next.
“Hi!”, said a bizarrely cheery voice from right next to him.
“Whoa!”, Zac said as he realized who spoke.
Wrapped tightly around the base of the giant’s cock was what
at first appeared to be a dark cock ring. On closer inspection, Zac realized it
was actually a tightly stretched tiny whose face was now only inches away.
“I know, right?”, the woman said as the giants above them
spoke briefly. “Aren’t I the luckiest woman eeee-ver!?”
Her question faded into the distance as Zac watched the
massive cock pull back, then slam forward again. The woman-turned-cock-ring let
out a delighted squeal with each thrust and it was clear that she was having
the time of her life.
Please let this end,
please let this end, Zac prayed silently as the two giants violently rutted
above him. The new addition threatened how much his mind could take.
“This!”, the cock-ring woman screamed with one thrust,
“Is!”, she screamed on the next, “Awesome!”
Zac tuned her out as best he could, but before long, he knew
the situation was about to change. The thrusts were more erratic, the sounds
changing from short words to animalistic grunts. And after all this time inside
of her, Zac knew Caley was about to orgasm.
Caley held off as long as she could while the trainer, whose
name she hadn’t bothered to learn, shoved as much of himself inside her as
would fit. But when it was clear his moment was at hand, she let herself go.
The blonde pushed a towel into her mouth as she screamed and when her pussy
spasmed around the massive rod, she felt a rush of heat within, triggering
another orgasm as he finally pushed hard enough to get his hips against her
ass. She was so full of cock that Caley was sure if she looked down, her
stomach would have the outline of the head of his cock against her abdomen.
And then, when the cock stopped twitching, and long before
Caley was ready, he pulled himself free.
“Oh!”, she moaned as she felt her pussy twitch in response,
feeling momentarily empty, she wished he would stick it back in. But she knew,
like he’d told her, he only had a few minutes.
“Wish I had more time to give you”, she said with an apologetic
tone as he stood, and she slipped her thong back over her opening just as his
seed started to leak out.
Caley looked back at him to see just how much cock she’d
been filled with and caught sight of him tucking it away.
“Uh, what was that?”,
she asked as she saw his cock ring; she’d heard of them before, but never used
one. It looked significantly less metallic than she’d expected.
“Oh, don’t worry about her”, he said, pulling his rapidly
shrinking and softening cock free again to show her. One hand spun the ring
around until Caley could see the tiny black woman smiling hugely up at her.
Caley gasped when she realized it wasn’t a metal ring, but a tiny guest who had
been stretching around the largest member she’d ever seen.
“She didn’t pay her bill, so we’re keeping her as a tertiary
toy until she’s earned enough.”
Caley felt heat in her belly as the cock vanished and the
trainer helped her to her feet. The idea of being stuck here and being used for
months on end was surprisingly appealing.
“Don’t!”, he said with a laugh, knowing what she was
thinking. “Some days, she gets a fun job; most days, we use her to clean out
pipes and grease traps.”
Zac recoiled in disgust as the giants talked. His temporary
reprieve had been instead replaced with something far worse than what he’d
already hated: desperate to avoid it, he held his breath. But instinct won out
once again and his mouth filled with the salty seed of the man who’d just cum
inside his sister. Every step covered him more in his spunk and Zac knew it
would take years of therapy to avoid screaming every time he saw his own jizz after this experience.
Briefly, he wondered if the trainer was the reason Caley had
asked about an extended stay. Perhaps she wanted to shrink him down and use him
as she had himself. Zac was surprised to feel a twinge of jealousy at such
thoughts.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - An Attempt at Coercion by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 7 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort.
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: An Attempt at Coercion
That afternoon, Caley found herself sunbathing; her quickie
with the trainer had left her surprisingly satisfied. She was getting a perfect
amount of sun and was almost enjoying watching her fellow full-sized guests as
much as she was getting the perfect tan. The variety of things the other
‘giants’ had thought of to do with their tinies was incredible. Without
exception, the tinies seemed to be having the time of their lives as well,
which made her turn her thoughts to Zac.
She hadn’t spoken a word to him in days and she was sure
he’d be loving the situation if she weren’t his sister. His willpower to hold
out against his own pleasure was admirable, but her thrill at dominating him so
thoroughly was starting to wane.
Could he be ready to be a willing participant? If not, Caley
was tempted to release him back to Central Distribution and select a more
willing tiny for herself.
Or maybe find some
other ways to make torturing a little tiny even more fun, she thought with
a grin. After all, her visit to the front desk suggested to her if she could
somehow coerce him to work with her, she could pull off what she wanted to do.
Though she thought it unlikely her brother would say anything to their parents
about the trip, she was pretty sure things would be awkward between the two of
them when they returned home. She could alleviate that and possibly fulfill one
of her kinkiest ambitions at the same time. Yes!,
she thought, this would be the best way to ensure that.
Without any thought to who was watching (and she knew other
guests were watching), Caley shimmied off the bottoms of her blue bikini. The
tiny piece of cloth fell to the ground as she plucked Zac free from the tiny
cloth prison that had kept his face nicely pressed against her backdoor all
afternoon. He struggled against her fingers as she lifted him, but he stopped
trying to resist when he realized she was lifting him up toward her face and
sizing him up slightly larger.
“Hey bro”, she said sweetly as he shielded his eyes against
the sun that he hadn’t seen in days, “I was thinking this might be more fun for
the both of us if you had a chang of heart.”
He crossed his arms, which only made him pout comedically.
Caley stifled a giggle, knowing it would help what she was trying to
accomplish. Her eyes went to his crotch and she could only imagine how pent up
he must have been. Spending all his days in the snatch of a beautiful blonde
woman, yet resisting his own pleasure because he happened to be related to her.
“You’re being silly”, she said in a playful voice. Before
she realized she was doing it, her tongue snaked out from between her lips.
Zac was stunned by the first direct, deliberate contact from
Caley. He did his best to not enjoy it, but her tongue was hot and wet against
his balls, his entire midsection really, and his cock leapt to attention. A
moan escaped his lips before her tongue vanished.
“Why don’t you just, you know…”, she said as she pulled him
away from her mouth, “..pretend? Enjoy yourself a little bit? Think of
everything you’re not getting to experience because you’re being a grump.”
The tiny man opened his mouth to shout at her, but he held
back.
What if he enjoyed it? So what if she was his sister? Hadn’t
this been his dream for years?
Her tongue snaked forward and caressed his cock once more
and he groaned aloud. She must have heard, because she pulled back again and
giggled.
“Have fun, bro”, she said.
Zac felt himself lowered downward.
Before he could have a change of heart, Zac found his hands
wrapped around his cock as his body was brought back toward her massive snatch.
Just do it, he
told himself, trying to psyche himself up. His hand started stroking slowly and
as he was inserted into his sister feet first, his resolve finally broke. Her
wet heat slowly enveloped his feet and Zac closed his eyes when he felt her
envelope him for what seemed to be the very first time.
Caley let out a satisfied sigh as she slid Zac deep within
herself, keeping only his head peeking out at her. Careful to not roll her hips
downward, she leaned forward and started rubbing her clit mere inches away from
Zac’s face. He didn’t miss the sound of slippery skin-on-skin and she saw his
face light up when he opened his eyes once more.
The sensation of him stroking himself was faint and if Caley
hadn’t felt carefully looking for it, she would have missed it. Instead of
trying to bring herself to yet another orgasm, as his tiny movements grew
frantic far faster than she expected, she simply played with her clit just
enough to keep herself excited. If he was going to suddenly participate, then
she knew she still had more than enough time to do all the playing she could
ever stand.
He could have this single moment if it bought her a newly
reinvigorated toy.
Zac’s orgasm, restrained for far longer than he’d ever done
since he’d discovered masturbation, came far faster than he believed. With his
new outlook, her scent was no longer disgusting, the way her pulsing walls held
him no longer infuriating. Her casual disregard that he’d endured for so long
was suddenly just the kind of demented treatment he’d came here looking for.
With a yell that was barely louder than the schlick! schlick! of Caley’s finger
sliding across her clit, Zac came. His cock pulsed in his hand in time with
Caley’s heartbeat which shook him like a wave. Stars pulsed across his vision
as electricity flooded his body and what felt like gallons of semen escaped in
a pressurized wave. Furiously, his hand, the only part of his arm that could
move, stroked his cock until every ounce of his seed had escaped and he stopped
to catch his breath.
Caley knew when Zac finally came. She didn’t feel anything
at all, but his face said it all. And once she knew he’d had a moment to savor
his afterglow, Caley decided to get phase two or her vacation started.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - The Topper and the Butt-plug by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 8 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort.
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: The Topper and the Butt-plug
“Whoa!”, Zac yelled as Caley roughly yanked him from his
suddenly comfortable prison. His cock leapt to life again at the feeling of
being manhandled and he silently berated himself for holding out this long.
What did it matter that she was his sister? He’d waited his whole
life for this treatment!
The world grew rapidly and he shook his head to clear out
the dizzy cobwebs, kneeling on her fingertip like a flea. A confused flea until
he saw what she was doing.
“Perfect!”, Caley said as she pushed Zac’s millimeter tall
form under her clitoral hood. She hadn’t been sure if her idea would work, but
he was small enough and as soon as she removed her finger, she could feel his
gentle vibrations against her sensitive nub. When she slid the bottom of her
bikini back into place, the added pressure made her smile and let out a small
moan.
“Good boy”, she said in a playful voice as she stood. From
the direction of the beach, she could hear dance music, and she knew the crowd
here would appreciate her type of dancing. And she’d love dancing in front of a
crowd for the first time in weeks.
Zac was encased in darkness with booming bass sound being
the only stimulus, the only clue as to where they were. Not that it
particularly mattered to him. Pressed by her skin into her clitoris, he was
exactly where he wanted to be.
He pushed on the sensitive nub with all his might, at times
stroking his hardened cock and at other times giving her all the stimulation he
could with both hands. The new environment was restrictive, but he loved it;
the switch had been flipped and all the joy and fun he had missed out on was
suddenly rushing back at him. Zac was determined to not miss another moment of
enjoying his long-awaited size fantasy.
Until suddenly the bass was louder and bright multicolored
light flooded his eyes. A finger the size of a metro bus pulled him from his
hot prison and he groaned, exasperated. Now that he was really enjoying
himself, it seemed as though the world now wanted him to be bored.
All around him was a flood of flashing lights and booming
music. He thought he recognized the song, but was unable to tell; Caley didn’t
bother to give him a moment to think. In the chaotic swirl of motion, he saw
Caley leaning forward to speak into a staff member’s ear, then Zac was
unceremoniously dropped into an empty champagne glass.
Through the clear glass, he could see a small crowd of
party-goers in various states of undress. For a moment, he thought he saw Caley
climbing onto a platform from which a tall pole was protruding, but he couldn’t
be sure. A moment later, he was thrown to his back, as the person carrying the
tall glass moved far faster than Zac could believe; though he’d been small for
quite some time, the speed at which regular-sized people moved was still
incredible.
The next several minutes were a blur, as the glass he was in
was shook about and handed between several members of the resort’s staff. He
went from the pounding bass of the beachside dance party to the clear, sterile
environment of what he recognized as his first waiting area before he’d been
sent to Caley’s room. Before he’d even had time to stand in his champagne
glass, he’d been whisked away and carried up to her room.
Without a second glance, he was dumped unceremoniously into
yet another staff member’s hand. A massive woman with short black hair and a
cute nose was now holding him, but it was obvious she wasn’t very interested in
him.
“Hey, what’s-“, he started to ask the stewardess as he tried
to stand in her warm palm. She focused her eyes on him and instantly, he felt
himself grow in her hand, the action of which caused him to fall over again.
This apparently suited her purposes just fine, because in
her other hand she produced a bright yellow disc.
“Hold still”, she said absentmindedly. Clearly, she didn’t
expect him to hold still because her hand squeezed his lower half steadily and
Zac couldn’t see what she was doing from his now-awkward position. Something
unyielding settled in around his feet and ankles and the woman made a satisfied
sound when she was done tinkering.
Another focused look at him caused the item around his
ankles to shrink and squeeze him tightly. At regular size, Zac knew the
pressure would have broken something. At this size, it simply made his ankles
feel as though they’d fallen asleep.
The stewardess holding him mumbled something to herself,
clearly looking for something. Zac matched her and looked around, now
recognizing the hotel suite’s bathroom. In the distance was the cleaning jar
that he was coming to hate, despite his newfound enthusiasm, and just as Zac
tried to call out to the stewardess again, she made a happy noise.
Suddenly, her hand moved and Zac’s world was yanked
sideways. He let out a startled squeak when the movement was stopped with a
sudden impact, then screamed for real when the woman removed her hand.
Instantly, he fell forward and would have plummeted to the bottom of the tub if
not for the object holding his ankles tight.
With a yell of effort, he pulled himself closer to the wall
and grabbed what was obviously a small handle on what appeared to be an
industrial-strength suction cup. Blood rushed to his head; he was essentially
upside down, but if he stood he’d have been perpendicular to the bathtub wall.
After a moment, he recovered and he shot the stewardess a questioning look.
The position wasn’t very comfortable, but he’d been in worse
recently. What he couldn’t figure out was why.
“Hey!”, he yelled at her as she pushed lightly at the
suction cup. She ignored him and Zac realized he didn’t matter to her in the
slightest. With some effort, he kept himself from getting an erection as she
stood, satisfied with her work. Zac realized he was at roughly hip height on
the woman as she turned and walked away.
“Hey, what the hell!”, he shouted after her, moment before
she turned out the lights and left him in darkness.
“Uh, hello?”, Zac called out, his voice so quiet in the
darkness that it couldn’t even echo.
Zac hung in darkness and absolute silence for what felt like
an eternity until he heard a faint electronic whirring in the distance. The
door to the hotel room opened silently, but Zac recognized his sister’s
laughter and the sound of stumbling feet. More than one pair.
“Of courssse I do!”, Caley was telling somebody as lights
began turning on sequentially in the main suite.
Zac struggled to straighten himself out, but he simply
wasn’t strong enough to stay straight. Gravity would have been far too strong
for him in this position at any size. Instead, he could only twist his body
awkwardly to see the outside rooms light up through the bathroom door.
Another voice mumbled in a lower tone and Caley just
laughed. It wasn’t a stretch for Zac to guess she was drunk.
Then she stumbled into the bathroom, flipping the light on.
Zac couldn’t be sure, but for a moment it seemed as though she sought him out
to confirm his presence before stumbling forward again; all while she was
pulling someone forward by the hand.
As soon as Zac realized that she wasn’t alone, Caley’s
companion slid into the bathroom behind her. His shirt was gone and his pants
were already half undone. He wasn’t physically impressive, aside from his
titanic size, but clearly Caley had seen something she wanted.
Together, the two did a brief uncomfortable dance and
articles of clothing hit the ground. Zac felt a little awkward watching the
giants’ foreplay, but part of him got more excited than ever. It was obvious he
was only here until they decided to use him and that was exactly what he’d
bought a ticket for.
I’m really a toy now,
he thought excitedly.
“Show me!”, Caley told the man with a laugh, and he moved
his hand to reveal his manhood; perhaps six inches in real-person size, but it
was currently as long as Zac was tall. Caley made a satisfied noise and ran her
hand along it as she pushed daintily on his chest. He was far stronger than
she, but she knew what she was doing. Moments later the back of his knees hit
the toilet and he sat down hard on the cold plastic seat.
Comprehension dawned when he saw an inch-tall woman in his
hand.
“I told you”, he said when she giggled and licked her lips.
Zac wasn’t sure why she would be so excited over that tiny woman and he
recognized the feeling of jealousy. “Remember, I only bought the ‘B’ package,
which means ‘B’ tinies.”
“Perfect”, Caley breathed, running a finger lightly across
her bare stomach.
The tiny woman must have realized what that meant when Caley
licked her lips again. Zac wracked his brain to remember what it meant as the
man started pushing the squirming, struggling woman into his urethra.
"B”, he said to himself as the screaming woman was encased
thoroughly so that only her red hair stuck out.
“Minimal physics protection”, Zac mumbled as Caley knelt in
front of the man and began a long lick up his shaft, starting at his testicles.
Caley reached the guy's glans as Zac said to himself: “No
protection or reassembly from gastric degradation.”
Zac’s erection reached new heights as he heard the little
woman screaming just as Caley wrapped her lips around the man’s cock. Caley was
a small woman, but she’d spent more than her fair share of time on her knees.
Zac watched, discomfort of his position forgotten, as Caley instantly swallowed
the man’s penis to it’s root.
The giant moaned and threw his head back.
“Dammmmn! You weren’t kidding!”, he exclaimed as Caley
started bobbing her head up and down, never letting the cock leave her mouth.
Moments later he said, “I hate to stop you, but I’m not
gonna last long after all the messing around we did earlier.” One had went to
Caley’s shoulder and she pulled off his cock briefly.
Zac could see the tiny woman, drenched in saliva and
pre-cum. She was too small and far away for him to tell much else, but it was
clear she wasn’t happy. Before he knew it, Zac started stroking himself,
realizing what was going to happen to that poor woman.
“Should’ve just purchased at least the ‘A’ package”, he said
with a cruel laugh.
“Who is she, anyway?”, asked Caley.
“Just a friend I talked into joining me here”, he said with
a smirk, adding with air quotes,
“told her she’d have the time of her life.”
Caley giggled. “Just shoot when you’re ready”, Caley said as
she took a deep breath and rapidly stroked the man’s spit-soaked road. “I told
you I swallowed.”
The man just laughed and nodded, his cockhead and the tiny
woman instantly vanishing into Caley’s mouth again. One hand sought out his
balls and massaged them gently. Zac slowed his hand so that he could cum at the
same time as the giant, but it appeared he wouldn’t have to hold off too long.
Caley telling him she’d swallow was clearly all the signal he’d needed, and Zac
wasn’t sure if the giant was more excited that she was going to swallow his
load or the tiny woman he was using as a topper.
Before Zac was ready, the giant started thrusting upward
into Caley’s mouth and she made an excited sound. Zac watched as she pulled
back on the cock, leaving only the head in her mouth and ensuring everything he
shot would land on her tongue. When the man stopped jerking, Caley gave him
several more long strokes, then pulled her mouth from his member.
“How does she look?”, Caley asked, sounding as though she
had a mouthful of food. Then she stuck out her tongue at the giant and Zac’s
eyes widened.
There, on the tip of his sister’s tongue, covered in sperm,
was the tiny redhead. She was on her hands and knees, holding out a hand for
help.
Then Caley’s tongue slipped back into her mouth. Zac
ejaculated as Caley swallowed exaggeratedly, and his hand flew across his cock,
suddenly grateful for his bizarre position; his sperm could only fall straight
down into the bathtub.
Caley wiped her mouth and giggled, then gasped as she stood,
“That was awesome!”
The man just nodded in agreement, not quite able to speak
yet.
“Now get over here”, she told him, playfully pulling him to
his feet and stepping into the bathtub.
Zac wasn’t quite recovered from his climax, but suddenly his
sister’s toned backside was directly at face level. He smiled in comprehension,
suddenly understanding why he’d been put where he was.
“Get your tongue in here before she stops squirming!”, Caley
commanded the guy.
Without a second thought, except to enjoy the erratic
struggles of the tiny churning to death in her tummy, Caley grabbed the
perfectly placed butt plug. Idly she licked the last of the semen off her lips
as her party pickup stepped into the tub with her. She leaned forward slightly
and felt a face at her backdoor just as tonight’s companion started to kneel in
front of her.
Caley gasped as the toy slid into her backdoor and instantly
started squirming wonderfully. Almost before that gasp was finished, her hookup
latched his mouth onto her pussy and began doing incredible things with his
tongue. He sought out every tender place he could find while her plug massaged
every inch of skin he could reach, the two stimulations mere inches from each
other.
The triple sensations were incredible and Caley hoped the
tiny in her tummy would last long enough for the massive orgasm she could feel
fast approaching.
Zac could only imagine the hell the less-fortunate tiny
woman was going through, and it motivated him; motivated him to squirm and push
his hands everywhere he could inside his sister’s colon. He knew that every one
of that digesting woman’s struggles would be bringing her pleasure, and so
would every movement of his own.
He couldn’t be sure what the man was doing, but he could
guess.
The world around Zac began to shake as Caley’s muscles began
contracting in time with her orgasm and Zac was silently thankful his package
kept him from truly feeling pain. Had he gone with a cheaper package, he would
have been crushed to a pulp for sure; her sphincter was so tight around him,
his knees and ankles had gone numb. He felt more than heard her cries of
pleasure; her entire body was vibrating as the man found her clit.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”, Caley screamed, not able to
hold back any longer. The struggles in her stomach had started to slow and she
knew what that meant. More than anything, the knowledge that someone was giving
their life for her pleasure sent her over the edge.
A flexible leg pulled her hookup’s face even harder into her
snatch and he eagerly obeyed. As she came loudly, he continued licking and
sucking her clit for all he was worth, worming his face into her until he
started to run out of air. Luckily, she’d already had all the excitement she
could handle and as he pulled back to breathe, she fell forward onto him with a
manic laugh.
Zac panted when he suddenly slid out of Caley’s ass. Gravity
took over once again and he was yanked ‘down’ as the two giants laughed and
Caley groaned in appreciation. With some effort, Zac looked upward at the
amorous couple just in time to see the man helping Caley out of the tub, her
legs wobbly and shaking.
“Th..thanks for…her”, said Caley, still trying to gather
faculties.
“Aw, don’t mention it.
I’ve got lots more friends. They’re not hard to find when you’re wealthy
and powerful”, he said, dismissively waving away her thanks.
By silent agreement, the two stumbled out of the bathroom,
shutting the light off as they went.
“Hey!”, Zac called as lights in the outside room shut off as
well He was encased in darkness again, but this time he could hear the couple
outside talking in low voices.
Moment later, he could hear soft snoring.
Left here just like a
forgotten toy, he thought, at first annoyed. Then his cock started to rise
again from the realization of how thoroughly he’d been used then set aside.
They hadn’t even bothered to take him off the wall after she’d gotten her fun
from him.
In the darkness, Zac started playing with himself slowly,
knowing he had all night until Caley pulled him free.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - Zac Starts to Cum 'Round by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 9 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort.
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Zac Starts to Cum 'Round
Several days later Zac found himself in an odd position that
he hadn’t been in for far too long. The days had passed in a blur of first
defiance and anger, than unrestrained pleasure. He’d spent so much time inside
his sister that he often didn’t know if it was day or night, and he didn’t
care.
He was living his greatest fantasy, and it was as great as
he could have hoped for.
So he was unaccustomed on a dinner tray while Caley finished
her dinner. He’d spent so much time on and in her body he felt cold, though he
knew that was just an illusion of his mind.
Idly he strode about the shiny silver tray, letting his eyes
adjust to seeing things in the distance once again. He was only a few inches
tall, but the handle of her butterknife still came up to his ankles, her plate
up to his waist. While he knew it would be incredible to run around her room at
his current height, for some reason, he couldn’t quite find the willpower to
seek independence.
Zac felt primally connected to Caley in a way he couldn’t
explain. The sexual satisfaction he’d gotten in the past several days was incredible
and addictive.
“So”, she said as she put down he napkin, “I think we’re
both enjoying your change of mind lately, don’t you agree?”
Caley leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. Zac
pulled his eyes from her breasts, small but massive compared to him, and looked
her in the eyes. He didn’t bother to respond; even at his size he was sure she
could see his growing erection. She had set her phone to his side and had
secretly started recording via the camera app. Zac’s attention was completely
focused on her.
“Did you realize today is our last day at the resort? I was
wondering if perhaps you would like to extend your stay a day?”, she asked,
continuing as she pushed her butterknife in a small circle. Zac had to leap
over it to avoid getting struck by the handle. “What do you think?”
Zac paused as he looked up at her. She stopped the spinning
knife just before it could knock him over.
“Uh, what are you talking about?”, he called up to her. “We
have the option to extend our packages?” He vaguely remembered the conversation
Caley had with the receptionist long ago, but had almost completely forgotten
about it.
“Yes, they’ll allow us to extend out a day or more. I was
thinking one more day together would be fun.”
“Hmmm. Yes, that does sound fun. And, you know, I had
planned an extra day off anyway to kind of resettle before finishing out my
summer job. There’s just one problem sis…”, he said, letting the sentence trail
off.
“Yeah, and what is that?”
“I pretty much used up all my savings for this package. I’m
pretty sure I couldn’t afford the extra day”, he said, feeling somewhat
saddened as he spoke his truth.
“Not a problem, bro. I could pay for both our extensions”,
she said, smiling.
On the tray, he began jumping up and down excitedly.
“Really? You’d do that? That’s so awesome, sis!”
“So, you’re up for it?”, she asked, wanting to confirm his
approval.
He smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
“Awesome. I’ll go talk to the receptionist tonight and let
her know of our plans.”, she said, sneakily tapping her camera app recording to
off.
“Now that we’ve settled that, I have a reward for you”, she
gave him a broad grin, her teeth gleaming as they rose to her gum-lines.
“A..reward?”, he asked, a little unsure of her intentions.
“All that time in my body”, she said, giving him a pointed
look and gesturing up and down her naked torso, “and you were always content
and happy as my toy, however I
wanted you.”
Zac didn’t miss the emphasis in that statement.
Caley looked down at him innocently and blinked her blue
eyes.
"There’s gotta be something you wanted, right? How about you pick what we do tonight and
tomorrow?”, she offered.
Zac paused and looked around the room. He thought about
everything he’d been through, both willingly and not. The very idea that he was
getting the option to choose something was so out of left field he hadn’t even
put any thought into it.
But he’d learned a lot about what Taylor liked, and realized
he’d spent very little time in one of his favorite fantasies.
“How about some butt plug time today…and some pussy time
tomorrow?”, he asked loudly, and instantly a wave of awkwardness rushed over
him. Despite everything, it still felt weird asking his sister to slide him
into her ass or pussy; but the smile that came across her face put him at ease.
Minutes later, a stewardess arrived with the brightest pink
toy Zac had ever seen. Caley thanked the woman and took it gently, sitting it
sideways on the tray next to Zac. Seeing it in front of him, longer than he was
tall, something didn’t seem quite right to Zac. It’s widest point seemed far
too large to fit into a woman of Caley’s size and stature, it’s base seemed a
little too wide as well. At it’s tip, Zac saw no opening for him to crawl into,
only one at the base.
He walked around it again as Caley stepped away briefly
before returning with a bottle of lubricant.
“Uh…”, he said as he held up a hand, “This isn’t quite what
I – gah!”
Before he could finish speaking, Caley had picked him and
the toy back up, holding it upside down from what Zac had hoped for. Instead of
being pushed into it headfirst, so only his feet were exposed as she wore him,
his feet were being inserted. A light bulb went off in Zac’s head just as he
slid in past his shoulders. Just as he started to try and talk to Caley again,
she gave him a stern look and he felt the toy squeeze him on all sides as he
grew slightly.
She made a satisfied noise and flipped the toy upside down.
Zac couldn’t find the air to speak, but he heard the cap of the lubricant
bottle pop open and the toy shook as she applied it liberally. A small amount
of the slippery liquid dripped all the way from the tip of the toy to settle on
the back of his head.
The, from his upside down and awkward vantage point, Zac saw
Caley put her foot on the bed and lean forward.
“Good choice bro!”, she said happily
The plug moved forward suddenly and hit soft resistance. Zac
heard her groan and the soft plastic around his ankles squeezed slightly
harder. Then the tightness of her sphincter loosened, allowing more and more of
the toy to slide inside her back door. Soon Zac’s vision was occluded by the
growing mounds of her toned backside, held apart by one hand.
Then, without warning, her sphincter stretched past the
widest part of the toy and forcefully closed around the more narrow neck of the
plug. Zac squawked in surprise as the toy settled deep in her bowels.
He felt Caley shake and moan as she got used to the toy.
Testing, he pushed against the tight material holding him and he felt it move
slightly, but not nearly enough to allow him to get an arm free. Caley gasped
when she felt it though, and Zac knew it was enough for him. Then she released
her cheek and put both feet on the ground.
Zac felt odd being upside down once again, and the swaying
of her hips as Caley walked felt even stranger. Then Caley did something that
made him laugh hysterically despite the ‘wrong’ part of him sticking out of
her.
Caley bent forward in front of the long mirror in the
bathroom and pulled her cheeks apart once again. The large toy felt wonderful
and every step was incredibly stimulating. But she had to see.
And just as she had planned, instead of seeing her tiny
puckered brown hole, in it’s place she could see Zac’s smiling face surrounded
by the pink base of the toy. Satisfied with how her toy was situated, Caley
stood straight again and began planning what she would do the following day.
“Hang gliding could be fun”, she said to herself,
momentarily forgetting Zac.
--
Zac couldn’t believe how long Caley left him in for. Not
that he was entirely sure, of course, but he never could have guessed his
sister would enjoy an anal toy for so long. Time had lost it’s meaning. He was
only removed for her to do her business, then he was quickly replaced.
She went about her day with him safely stored in her
backside, happily pretending everything was completely normal. And for this
resort, it was.
More than once, Zac found himself face to face with a giant
or giantess who, in the midst of going down on his sister next to the pool, saw
his plight and spared him only a giggle and a lick before returning to their
main goal. Less comfortable was the feeling of a giant’s balls resting against
his face while someone plowed into his sister, but even as their mixed fluids
leaked out of her used pussy and onto his face, Zac felt oddly satisfied beyond
anything he could have imagined.
The only thing that could have made the situation better was
if he’d been able to move enough to pleasure himself. The inability to reach
his manhood was driving him crazy.
Finally, after a day of having Caley’s thong bikini pressed
against his face, blocking the sun while she went down on several guys on the
beach, Zac felt himself slide out of her ass for the last time. She flipped the
toy upside down, gave him an oddly sad look, then sat him on the same tray that
had held her delivered breakfast. He felt himself being sized again. He
estimated he was between two and three inches tall.
“Hey, uh”, he called as she walked away, sensing the change
of energy, “what’s going on?”
There was no response beyond the start of the water from the
showerhead. Suddenly, there was a jerk and his stomach flipped as a waiter
removed the tray from Caley’s room. Zac panicked as he was taken away.
“No! Wait!”, he yelled, but the waiter ignored him. Zac
couldn’t even be sure if he’d been heard, the pink toy he was encased in was
rolling around slightly as the waiter put it on a cart which slowly was filled
with more and more trays as the staff finished cleaning other rooms.
In his panic and distress, he didn’t realize something
extremely important. He hadn’t been abandoned and forgotten. He was being taken
away by the cleaning staff.
“My time can’t be up already!”, he yelled at the disembodied
voice above him.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - Updating his Package by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 10 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Updating his Package
After showering, Caley picked up her phone and made her way
towards the front desk. It was around 11pm on their last day and Zac had been
removed to be cleaned up and, according to their original package pamphlet,
they would both comfortably sleep, Zac in his cleaning bottle in his room and
she in her king-sized bed in her suite, until checking out at 10am the next
morning. That is, unless their packages were updated.
Caley was relieved to see the same receptionist she had
spoken days ago about extending their packages. It would make things go more
smoothly.
“We will both take the one day extension after all”, she
told the receptionist.
“Excellent. We can make those updates. I notice Mr. Tibbs,
your brother, is sleeping peacefully in his cleaning bottle. Do you have proof
of confirmation for his extension?”
“Um, yes, I did get his approval yesterday. Here…”, Caley
set her phone at an angle for the receptionist to view and played the camera
app recording from it for her.
“Thank you. That should be sufficient. Please let me make a
copy of the video, thank you”, said the receptionist as Caley handed her the
phone. She plugged it into a device, then while she waited, said, “So, I see
that you will be paying for both extensions. Can I assume that both of your
packages will remain as is for the extra day?”
“Well, I think I’ll keep the same one for me. But I’m not so
sure for him, you know, since I’m paying for it. Can you go over the packages
quickly again? Just the highlights, please. I’ve read over the pamphlets, so
I’m pretty familiar with each, but just want to make sure.
“Certainly. So, for the shrink packages, we have the VIP, the
A+ Premium, the Standard and the Basic packages available. Since you’re already
familiar with his current VIP package, I’ll just explain the differences
between the others.
The A+ Premium is very similar to the VIP. It has all the
amenities and allows for exactly the same toughness protection, but there are a
few locations in the club area that are off limits. Those are here and here”,
she pointed them out to Caley on her large two-way monitor, which stood on the
top of the counter (not her regular monitor which was near her seat and
computer).
The Standard package is similar to the A+, but with a few
more restricted locations. There is a size restriction, so once a size is
picked, it will be locked in. Also, the toughness protection is set at a medium
level. There is a medium level protection and re-assembly from the gastric
degradation, so you have to be careful with any mouth play. Anything beyond a
couple hours in the stomach would cause irreparable damage to the shrinky”, she
smiled professionally at Caley.
Finally, we have the B package, same access as the Standard
package, but with minimal physics protection and no protection for reassembly
from the gastric degradation. Also, we provide for no tracking at this package
level. Each of the package cost differences are listed here”, the receptionist
pointed to a chart which she’d brought up on the two-way large monitor, “and
this is the prorated amount for the daily extension.”
“Hmmm”, Caley hummed, thinking over the options, “so there
is a tracking at the Standard package level?”
“Yes.”
“I think I’ll get Zac the Standard package for the
extension. I think his current size should suffice”, Caley had already made up
her mind beforehand, but wanted to give the appearance of thinking things over.
“Excellent. I will plug in the updates”, the receptionist
had seen extension package changes before, but most of the time, it was between
wife/husband and girlfriend/boyfriend pairings. In her mind, she simply
shrugged. ‘Let the customers get what they want as long as they can pay for it’
was her motto. After all, she had noted Zac’s statement on the recording about
how he had essentially used his life savings for his package. There would be no
forthcoming profit from the source anytime soon. On the other hand, making
Caley happy would potentially make for a returning customer.
“Oh”, Caley said, having almost forgotten to ask, “Le Table
Russo is available for Standard package shrinkies, correct?”
The receptionist scrunched her face up into a frown. “I’m
sorry Caley. Your package allows for it, but the Standard shrinky package does
not. You can see on this map where it is one of the restricted spots.”
“Oh..”, said Caley, her shoulder slumping noticeably.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll make an exception this time as
it’s just for the one day”, she said, giving Caley a wink, “shall I make a
reservation for you for tomorrow?”
“Oh thank you so much! You’re wonderful. This resort is
wonderful. Yes, please book a reservation for me at 6pm tomorrow.”
“Thank you Caley. Now, to update his package, we will send a
stewardess by at around 1am this morning and switch out his cleaning jar. That
will update his settings and the stewardess will be so careful, he probably
won’t even notice anything. We make an effort to not disrupt our customers if
at all possible.”
“That’s great. One last thing – can you have a waiter bring
a Screwdriver to my room? I’m just going back there now and it’ll help me to
fall asleep.”
“Yes Caley, I will have him stop by your room in, let’s say,
5 minutes. You appear very excited for tomorrow, so I can say I personally
completely understand wanting to ensure a nice, dreamy night.” It was one of
the rare instances where the receptionist had let her professional guard down.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - Things are looking Up for Zac by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 11 of Tiny Tinder Academy - The Resort
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Things are looking Up for Zac
Zac awoke with a yawn, stretching his arms and legs and
twisting his torso. He had not noticed the stewardess switching out his
cleaning jar or later that morning when his jar had been brought to Caley’s
room. He had a very restful sleep and several wondrous dreams, though he couldn’t
remember any specifics upon waking. It seemed like he had slept for a long time
and he was full of energy.
Caley had decided to sleep in before she started her final
day. She figured on a late light breakfast for both of them, followed by a very
fun event she had planned with a young woman she had met by the pool a couple
nights earlier. She knew Zac would enjoy it.
Soon a waiter brought a tray in, then lifted the top. There
were two plates, one tiny one and one regular-sized one. The tiny plate sat on a
tiny table complete with a small chair adjoining it. It smelled delicious.
“I’ve got you your favorite, bro”, Caley announced, picking
him up by his midsection gently and placing him on the tray. There he caught
himself from drooling. He couldn’t remember the last time he partook in eating
food himself. There on his tiny plate were several strips of thick
hickory-smoked bacon, basted eggs, toast, a small dish of fruit and a mojito.
For the first time in awhile, he actually felt a hunger for food. Strange, he thought, before giving in to
the cravings of his stomach.
“Yum”, he said, sitting down and digging in using his tiny
utensils.
Caley had a small stack of strawberry Crêpes, a small side of
breakfast potatoes, and a small glass of orange juice (this time, without the
vodka).
Not much was said through breakfast, but about halfway
through, Caley looked over at him thoughtfully and asked, “how is your
breakfast?”
“I didn’t realize how hungry I was”, said Zac, chewing on a
piece of bacon, “I guess it’s been some time since I had any decent food. It’s
really good.”
She smiled down at him, taking a drink of her orange juice. She’s suddenly so thoughtful, he
thought, strange.
After breakfast, it was play time. She alternated between
pushing him face first into her pussy, cock first, and feet first. She had put
some little twine about his legs for the latter to insure he was at a proper
stiffness level. Her insertions were very gentle and slow. When he went face
first, he was able to gently lick as he went in. When she inserted him cock
first, she held him between two fingers, one on his waist and the other on his
butt and gently slid him across her slit, almost as one would when sopping
bread into gravy to scoop up the moisture. His feet first insertions were only
slightly rougher and faster.
After a good while of this, she sighed and lay back, resting
her head on her pillow, then said to him, “Ok Zac, it’s your time. Have fun.
Explore”, she gave him a wink, setting him gently down near her bellybutton.
Zac proceeded to run around her belly, causing her to laugh,
saying “you tickle.” Zac laughed, then proceeded to trudge up to her chest,
taking ample time to explore the creases which preceded her breasts. He
remembered when he was normal sized, her breasts had seemed on the small side –
firm and pert, but smallish. To his current size, they were simply mounds to
crawl up and over. He felt like a child climbing a hill and he smiled at the
thought. Of course, at the center of each hill, her nipples stood prominently
erect, coming up to his knees. The surrounding areolas were small circles
surrounding the nipples and contrasted nicely with her skin color. He had not
noticed it before, but in the circle were small bumps. The texture was soft.
Looking up at her as she looked down, observing him, he
smiled and proceeded to grab a nipple with both arms. He tweaked it, pulling it
this way and that and marveling at the texture, then began to lick at it’s
center.
She loved the sensation of him crawling around her breasts
and playing with her nipples. She closed her eyes and sighed.
After some time, she could hear him say, “ok, how about if
you turn over. Let me see your best side.”
Laughing, she gently picked him up off of her breast,
thinking it funny as he didn’t immediately let go of her nipple and it
stretched a bit before his arms came away from it with a light ‘pop’. She held
him to the side as she slowly flipped over, then, knowing what he was after,
gently set him on the cheek of her ass.
He played with her butt, at one point spanking her with both
hands and watching how he could make it jiggle slightly. In essence, he was
playing patty-cake with her butt. At another point, he centered himself at the
top of her butt-crack and, pushing his arms and legs out at full strength, was
able to push enough to make her puckered butthole viewable.
Silly boy, she
thought. Let him have his fun. While he
thus played, she grabbed her phone which was nearby and tapped out a couple of
texts. All the gentle playing had really gotten her juices flowing.
All the gentleness and thoughtfulness was
out-of-the-ordinary, Zac thought. Perhaps
after a couple of weeks where I was at her service has made her turn over a new
leaf?
With her pussy warmed up, Caley decided to give him a real
treat. A Waitress had brought in a little oval-shaped disc made out of
thermoplastic elastomer, with the smooth circular edges bending slightly out
from the insert like a little dish. It was some kind of pussy insert, where
inside the dish portion, there was room for a little man to lay spread-eagled,
limbs in clasps.
“What do you think of this bro? It’s a pussy x-spread insert
toy.”
“What is that?”, he asked, generally confused as to the
toy’s usefulness. Maybe here comes the
rough play and everything which preceded it has simply been the calm before the
storm, he thought.
“Get in and I’ll show ya”, she ordered gently, assisting him
by directing him to lay flat within the dish. The she told him, “here, just put
your hands and legs into the tiny clasps.” The clasps were such that they
almost molded into his arms and legs.
After he did as ordered, she turned her head towards the
living room and loudly proclaimed, “he’s ready Janelle.”
Zac was able to twist his head barely to see where Caley was
looking. There at the entrance to the bedroom was a beautiful young black girl,
one hand on her hip and one leaning against the door frame. She had a sultry
look about her.
“This toy was Janelle’s idea. She told me she wanted to eat
my pussy and nibble at a little man at the same time.”
“Oh gawd”, said Zac. His cock began to slowly harden,
twitching as he lay on the outside of the pussy insert, facing outward and
spread-eagled and awaiting the pleasantries to come.
“Yeah”, said Caley, snickering in understanding his craving,
scrunching up her nose playfully. She would enjoy this too. She lay down on her
bed with legs spread, then carefully inserted her x-spread toy. Zac lay comfortably
within the toy, itself pushing her pussy lips wide.
Zac’s eyes bugged out as Janelle approached, moving her
tongue around against her lower lip as she moved onto the bed, entering between
the spread in Caley’s legs while on all fours.
The ebony-skinned beauty winked at him as she rapidly
approached with outstretched tongue. Her first licks had sent his semi-erect
cock flailing, first to one side, then the other. After the fourth or fifth
time giving him a full body lick, starting from his feet and continuing past
his head to his sister’s clit, Zac’s dick had quickly sprung to it’s maximum
length and girth. He was in heaven.
It was a half hour later, and Zac and Caley had both
experienced multiple orgasms at the end of Janelle’s tongue. She had begun
slowly, alternating lapping at him with licking around the edges of the insert
and Caley’s labia. The last several minutes, she had upped the speed of her
lapping and licking. There was one point when she had left her lips on his
whole body, engulfing most of him for many seconds, where he had felt a sense
of drowning. But, it was the only non-pleasurable instance and had lasted only
a second or two. Finally, as they both lay completely spent, the woman had
gotten up off the bed and, turning back at them as she walked away, simply
said, “That was fun. See ya later…alligator.” With that, she was gone.
It was roughly 4:30 in the afternoon of their final day when
Caley removed the pussy insert and slid it out of her vagina, setting it (and
Zac) on the nightstand. They had napped for a good couple hours after their
escapade. She slowly rose from the bed, then looked over at Zac, still
spread-eagled at the top of the toy, blinking up at her. She leaned down
towards him.
“So, what did you think of Janelle?”
“She was awesome!”
“Haha. I knew you’d like her. That was my reward to you for
being so good to me.”
“I love you sis”, he said, and he meant it.
“Love you too, little bro”, she replied, then, after a
moment of thought, she continued, “Hey, I’m gonna send for the stewardess. We
need to get cleaned up and ready. I’ve got us a reservation at Le Table Russo.
Let’s not be late.”
“Is that the place you ate at before?”, Zac asked,
remembering his harrowing experience when he thought for awhile that he was a
goner after being swallowed by her.
“Yep. I love that place”, she confirmed, gently helping him
remove the clasps from his arms and legs.
Zac stood upright and limbered up, noticing that his
extremities had went a little numb and were sore where the clasps had molded
onto them. Strange, he thought. But
his mind soon wandered to the restaurant and what might be good to eat there.
Minutes later, the stewardess had come, bringing with her a
cleaning jar. After cleaning him, he was given another tiny mojito, which her
proceeded to drink. As he waited for Caley to finish getting ready, he felt his
eyelids getting heavy. Suddenly, he felt so sleep. Strange, he thought, before passing out.
As Caley scrubbed herself down in the shower, the heat and
water pressure just perfect on her glistening skin, she looked down at her
genitals. Her once-tight pussy had been stretched by all the play from the last
two weeks. Even her lips were more pronounced, looking almost swelled. The
ridges around her vaginal entry even looked a bit floppy. As much as she had
enjoyed the time, she knew she needed to go through a period of inactivity to
let her body recuperate and tighten back up.
By 5pm, Caley was cleaned up and ready, having put on her
favorite dress. The hem came up to mid-thigh and covered her groin, which was
completely naked underneath. In fact, the black lacy dress was her only piece
of attire for the evening. She had sprayed herself with a sweet fragrance.
Along with the fruity, fresh shampoo she had used, she smelled great. She had
just enough time for her hair appointment which was conveniently on her way to
Le Table Russo.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Tiny Tinder Academy - Final Dinner at Le Table Russo by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 12 and finale of Tiny Tinder Academy - the Resort.
Image of Caley eating by AmGiPi (DA).
Tiny Tinder Academy – The Resort: Final Dinner at Le Table Russo
Zac awoke in the kitchen. As had happened the last time he
had been in this restaurant, a thin strip of seaweed had been wrapped around
his face, covering his mouth, then another around his 2.5 inch body. He had not
been blindfolded as before. He’d been rolled in rice and sat carefully on the
center of the dish.
Oh gosh, not again!,
he quickly realized her plans were to eat him with her sashimi. He didn’t want
to make another trip through his sister’s digestive system which would no doubt
compromise the remainder of his time at the resort. But today had been so nice
for him. Perhaps I’ll just let her have
her way now.
The waiter smiled at him as he picked up the tray and
carried it out onto the floor.
Caley had asked for and was given a quaint table in it’s own
nook of the restaurant, where the lighting was a bit dimmer, and it overlooked
a stream from which the waterfall from one side of the restaurant had fed into.
“Your entrée, Caley”, said the waiter, lifting the lid off
the tray. “Enjoy”.
She thanked the waiter, then looked at her meal.
Caley had already drank one glass of red wine and nibbled on
her bread, but this is what she had waited all night for. After pausing for few
moments to take in everything, she carefully picked up a piece of her sashimi
with her chopsticks. With a quick dip in her soy sauce, she brought the fresh
fish to her mouth. It exploded with flavor on her tongue. Mmmmm, she thought, this
tastes even better than before.
Zac’s eyes bugged out in his seaweed-wrap prison while his
sister devoured his surroundings. Pieces of fish and small vegetables flew into
the air only to vanish into her mouth. As before, the smell from the fish was
overwhelming to him. Caley looked down at him with each bite and he watched as
she gently and daintily chewed each bite before swallowing. As he watched her
dine, he was struck by how beautiful his sister’s neck was. It’s smoothness was
only marred when a small lump briefly made it’s way down her throat. As he
traced the path of each gulp, his eyes were drawn down towards her lovely
cleavage, the ‘cups’ of her dress barely covering her breasts just above each
nipple, a narrow slit in between baring her tanned sternum.
Soon, Caley had finished all of the other meat on her plate,
turning her attention to her Zac-seaweed roll. She dipped him gingerly in soy sauce, careful
not to get any on his face.
Arching an eyebrow, she smiled as she brought him up towards
her face, “Are you ready for this bro?”
Zac didn’t answer. Though he knew she would eat him, he was
going to survive whatever she was going to do to him. And yet his instinctive
fear of being devoured kicked in again as he was lifted towards her ruby red
lips.
As Zac’s body entered her mouth, Caley closed her eyes and
with her free hand, pushed the hem of her dress aside, and began to rub against
her mons. There were only a limited amount of potential voyeurs that could see
what she was doing, but she cared not whether anyone did.
As she moved him within her mouth, tasting him, some of the
soy sauce did get into his mouth, causing him to gargle and spit as he crinkled
his face at the salty liquid. She couldn’t resist, moving his crotch between
her molars. Gently she chewed on him, careful not to penetrate his skin or
crush him, lest she give away the knowledge of his diminished toughness. It
reminded him of a dog which nipped at an infant. Strange that she’s not chewing me harder, he thought. The light
chewing had begun to excite his little member, which instantly hardened.
Caley continued to lightly chew on her brother. His texture
was even better this time. The seaweed and rice tasted excellent and she got
that incredible umami flavor from the light chewing, and yet she would get even
more if she simply gave in and chewed him thoroughly. She quickly disregarded
the thought.
Moving him about and gently chewing him allowed one of Zac
‘s arms to come loose from the seaweed as well as from his face. As he
struggled with the internals of Caley’s mouth, he inadvertently punched into
her teeth. Oh the pain! It felt as
though he had broken his little hand.
Oh my god!, he
realized, I’m not supertough. She must
have switched my settings.
Caley was delighted by his struggles, which heightened as he
was running out of breath. She thought she’d toy with him a little, pushing him
to the roof of her mouth when she heard him scream. She thought she better let
him out to get some air.
As Caley pushed Zac forward, he clutched at her lips. When
she pulled him out, he was yelling at her.
“What’s the matter, bro?”
“I..I thought you were gonna eat me”, he said, looking at
his hand and seeing it was bleeding, “and look, my hand is bleeding. I think it
might be broken.”
“What?!”, she said, “Geez Zac, what type of person do you
take me for?”, clearly she was feeling hurt by what he was insinuating. “I
couldn’t afford the VIP package for you. That’s why I’ve been so gentle with
you all day. Here all this time, you were acting for my enjoyment and I tried
to return the favor for you today and you accuse me…” She couldn’t continue as
she began to sob.
After some time, it really sunk in to Zac that he had hurt
his sister’s feelings. He had really felt a growing connection to her of late
and he didn’t want to ruin that.
For the first time, Zac noticed that Caley’s hair color was
different. She had dark brown hair and the front had been pulled back into a bun
while the back had been tethered into a stylish ponytail. Altogether, it looked
quite fancy. When did she have time to do
that?, he wondered. It made her look somewhat…different.
Resuming his focus, he said, “Look Caley. I’m sorry. I...I
didn’t mean to upset you. I just got scared is all.”
She continued sobbing for a couple seconds longer. “It’s ok.
I…understand why you would get scared. I think.”
“You..you do?”
“Yes. I understand that a huge mouth can be scary. I just
wish you would have trusted me.”
Feeling shamed, Zac looked back up at her, “I do Caley. I do
trust you.”
“So, you’ll let me continue to please you?”, she said,
arching an eyebrow.
“Yes”, he said.
**
Thirty seconds later, he had cum insider her mouth as she
swirled him about. He smiled despite the pain that continued in his hand. How does she do that with her tongue?,
he asked himself. He tried to make the same movement with his own tongue,
finding he could not. Meanwhile, the seaweed had come loose from his limbs and
they flailed about.
Suddenly, he was thrust upward again, colliding with the
roof of her mouth. He screamed as he was yanked backward, feeling the tightness
of Caley’s throat encompassing his legs.
Caley felt her small morsel slide down her throat. It wriggled
interestingly.
After the first gulp, now stuck up to his chest in her
throat, his legs dangling into nothingness below, Zac realized he had been had.
The finality of it struck him like a Mack truck. He clutched at the top of her
throat with all of his might.
At the same time, Caley played with her clit, her rubbing
taking on a heightened pace.
“Caley, no, you TRICKED me!”, he wailed with all his lungs.
“Bitch!”
Her response – ‘Gulp’. She almost couldn’t believe it
herself. She had consumed her brother.
Zac navigated her throat like he was on a slip’n’slide. It
was a combination of skiing and a water slide, as he angled his hips one way,
then the other, but there was no stopping his descent.
After she had finished herself off, she polished off her
wine. She looked down and found a small puddle of her juices on her seat.
Sheepishly, she looked about and was stunned to see a figure emerge next to
her.
“Your mint, Caley”, a waiter had appeared from the shadows.
Has he been nearby the
whole time, watching me?, she wondered.
“Oh, um, thank you”, she said nervously, swallowing the mint
and gathering her napkin to try to dabble her seat dry.
“You needn’t bother about your booth Caley. This does tend
to happen quite often here and the seat cleaning is factored into the bill”,
the waiter said matter-of-factly.
“Really”, she said, collecting herself.
“Yes, more than one would think. The mint should last for
some time, including the duration of your digestion.”
Indeed, the movement in her belly had become frantic. She
giggled as she excused herself. As expected, the permanence of it’s situation
had led her food to squirm even more.
“Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome Caley. I hope you come see us again sometime
in the future.”
***
Ninety minutes later, within the confines of her bedroom,
Caley was still gently fingering herself. The movement in her belly remained,
albeit much less active as of late.
Originally feeling utterly betrayed and terrified, Zac had
eventually given in to his fate. His entire body was covered in her stomach
acid and the burning had been quite severe for some time now. With the light
from the ‘mint’, he could see the effects of the acidic erosion on his body,
his muscles were visible in several places and even worse than that in a couple
others. His end was nigh.
Suddenly, he heard a computerized voice. It didn’t respond
to his protests, but it generated a project image to him. The image was the
size of a large television to him and flashed a message: Please have a
seat. Nearby, a pristine white couch
similar to the one from his room materialized. After a few minutes of
frustrated pacing, he obeyed. The couch was as comfortable as he remembered,
though the knowledge of what was about to happen robbed him of any pleasure he
may have gotten from it.
“Please enjoy a complimentary beverage while reliving a few
of your favorite moments from your stay at Tiny Tinder Academy!”, the voice
said, and Zac was startled to find a strawberry daiquiri at his elbow on a
small table which had once again appeared almost magically from within Caley’s
stomach floor.
Startled but not stunned after everything that had happened,
he picked up the drink. On the wall-sized television in front of him, scenes
from Zac’s wildest fantasies were playing and he was so entranced by what he
saw he didn’t even question how the resort had obtained footage of things that
he knew for certain involved impossible camera angles. Taking a large gulp of
his daiquiri, he had to admit it was the best drink he’d ever tasted.
He watched with awe and recognition as Caley slid him deep
into her snatch on the first day, him struggling and fighting at every moment.
An impossible camera angle showed him being chewed on with the rest of her
sashimi on their original visit to Le Table Russo, and moments later, he
watched himself be dragged in slow circles down Caley’s naked back by the
masseuse until he was slid into her asshole.
He watched the personal trainer from the water aerobics
class pound Caley from behind. A close-up of his face when the man’s spunk
started to leak on him made Zac laugh despite himself before the video cut to a
view of Caley walking down a hallway with Zac’s face sticking out of her butt
plug.
The replay of his highlights continued, moving to actions
from this final day. It showed their interactions over breakfast, her gentle
play with him, him playing with her nipple and spanking her butt. Then it moved
to their escapade with Janelle, probably his favorite time of the whole
vacation. It made him smile, even though he was in tremendous pain and
struggling mightily just to stay lucid.
“I can’t believe I got to do all this”, he was amazed
watching the playback.
Soon thereafter, his body composition had finally broken
down and Zac was eventually slurried into mush that would feed nutrients to his
sister’s body.
The light from the mint went out.
Caley received her computerized reminiscence some time
later, most of the imagery similar to what Zac saw, but from her point of view.
It had included her final voring of Zac. She had noticed the distant
computerized voice within her belly when Zac’s highlight replay had been shown
to him. She smiled, wondering if it had included her final action with him. She
hoped it did.
***
The next morning
“Thank you so much”, Caley said to the clerk as she
completed the last of the paperwork. She had paid for both her and her
brother’s packages, using his credit card for his original VIP package and
putting the rest on her charge card.
The newly-minted brunette was sad to be leaving the resort;
she’d really had the time of her lift. Never before had she felt so free to act
on her fantasies, and not just ones involving tiny people. She’d even gotten
some true relaxation between her time at the beach and repeated massages. The
openness of the people who stayed here had been refreshing and liberating. She would actually enjoy returning for her final
week of freedom before heading back to college for her senior year. And she’d
have the whole upstairs to herself.
“We really enjoyed having you here miss…and your brother”,
the clerk said as she took back the clipboard.
--
As Caley was passing by the front desk on her way out, the
lovely receptionist held up a hand to delay her.
“I just wanted you to know that I viewed your final meal on
my monitor. I’d just like to know one thing if you would please indulge me…”,
the receptionist paused for a moment, “…how was he?”
“Zac?”, Caley felt slightly embarrassed, but remembered that
tracing had still been on for Zac. “Oh, he was succulent.”
The receptionist raised her eyebrows, then grinned broadly,
“Mmmm, yeah…he looked it.”
Caley smiled back at her. “I was just wondering – do the
authorities ever come inquiring about missing customers?”
“I see where you are going”, the receptionist replied, “It’s
a common question. The answer is, yes, sometimes we get visits from
investigators. However, once a person has willingly signed over the
responsibility of their sentience in the shrinking process, we are under no
legal obligation to inform them of how a particular shrinky met their
demise, only that he or she has met their end. You can rest
assured that we will be entirely discrete concerning your stay. If we did
otherwise, it would be bad for business.”
--
Caley made the four hour trip home in good order. Of course,
she knew her parents would eventually hire a private investigator to try to
locate Zac, but that was their problem. In the meantime, she wondered whether
her parents would let her have Zac’s room. After all, a lot could be
accomplished in a week’s time using the Tiny Tinder app.
She recalled with relish how she had yanked Zac’s chain the
whole time. She enjoyed doing that with all the men in her life and, once he’d
been shrunk down at the resort and was her property, he was no different. She
smiled as she thought of the rollercoaster of emotions Zac must have felt, from
shock, to humiliation, to helplessness, to hope, to lust, and finally to his
unaware voring. She didn’t understand why these actions thrilled her, she just
knew that they did. Almost reflexively, as though her body was in sync with her
thoughts, a tiny burp floated up her esophagus and out of her mouth.
These were her thoughts as she sat on the toilet to relieve
the pressure on her abdomen. Her anal cavity seemed filled to bursting and she
was having issues mustering up enough inertia to expel her waste. As she
grunted through gritted teeth, she was eventually able to push the large tip
out. She sighed as the rest of her poo flowed out more smoothly. Looking down,
she noticed the sausage-like excretion, muttering to herself, “Damn Zac, you
were a lot easier going in than you are going out…”
After flushing and washing her hands, she looked at her
phone. Her trip to the Tiny Tinder Resort had given her lots of fun ideas.
The End
Misplaced Punishment 2 - Aunt Chelsea's Place by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Highschool track star Reejus visits with his Aunt Chelsea and his cousin Trinity, who have recently moved from Wisconsin to a Manhattan skyrise apartment. Reejus is curious to see her flat.
This is chapter 1 of Misplaced Punishment 2.
This is set a couple years after the events of Misplaced Punishment.
Misplaced Punishment 2: Aunt Chelsea’s Place
Chelsea Simmons browsed her text messages, smiling. The
semi-retired ex-Pharmacist had just received a message that her nephew Reejus
that he would be visiting that afternoon. She hadn’t seen Reejus and that side
of the family for awhile. She replied to him, “Any time after noon is fine
Reej”. Financially very well off, with multiple millions in the bank, Chelsea’s
typical work week comprised of working 7:30 to 11:30 four days a week.
Having recently moved from Madison, Wisconsin to Manhattan,
where one of her three siblings lived, she had hoped to re-acquaint herself
with Meredith and her family. She needed the moral support from Meredith
following the recent disappearance of her nephew Chase, which had happened
around the time of her visit to her sister Caroline’s house in the Chicago
suburbs. Her last contact with Caroline ended in a screaming match where she
was accused of all manner of activities. Of course, the fact that she had
accidentally shrunk Chase down with her Tiny Tinder app and chose to eat him as
a snack had left her with pangs of guilt in the following months. Not that she
would ever admit that to Caroline.
Chelsea had made the move a month ago to the highrise
apartment, finally getting most of their boxes unpacked and settled within the
last week. She had reached out to Meredith, letting her know that she wanted to
have a family get-together soon now that she and her 16 year old daughter
Trinity had finally settled in. Her location was a good one – not too far from
Trinity’s high school and only a couple miles from Meredith’s house. It also
was near to some good shops and eateries. Most importantly for her, the
pharmacy where she worked was within easy walking distance.
The quaint flat was very spacious for the two of them. Each
had large bedrooms with wooden floors, each with their own walk-in closets and
bathrooms (Chelsea’s bathroom was huge). There was a very large central living
room area that spanned the distance between the two bedrooms. Just off the
foyer entrance was the kitchen area, with the dining room that adjoined it and
a corner of the living room. Opposite the dining room was a small enclosed
study, all the rest of the area around the dining room being open. Both
bedrooms and the living room offered wonderful balcony overviews of the Hudson
River, perched as they were a dozen stories up.
The following needs to be said in regards to Chelsea - she did
not like men in general. Sure, she could put on the charms when necessary to
appeal to a man she found attractive, but she generally viewed men in a
different light. Having been condescended to by powerful men for much of her career
and with her husband leaving her soon after Trinity's birth, leaving her to
raise the girl on her own, she took every opportunity to bring men to heel. The
advent of the Tiny Tinder app had been a godsend for her. Not only did it
provide her an occasional sexual release, but finding men via the app to be her
little foot, butt and pussy slaves was her biggest social thrill in life. Her
favorite was in finding permanent toys.
Thus far, she had tricked (or coerced, per her view) 4 such tinys, all of the
younger male variety, ranging in ages of 18 through 24, to service her needs
whenever and wherever she saw fit. Occasionally, she would even find a horny
sucker to be a snack. Such was the case with twenty two young men thus far,
almost exclusively teenagers, some as young as 15. There was just something delicious
about quenching a young vibrant spirit that appealed to her on multiple levels,
the least of them not sexually.
--
Reejus smiled broadly. He was looking forward to visiting
his aunt and his cousin Trinity. Trinity, at 16 years old was two years his
junior, had followed a similar athletic path as he. A track star in high
school, he looked forward to continuing his career in college with a full ride
scholarship to NYU in the upcoming Autumn. Though it had been awhile, they had
kept in touch via Facebook and Facetime and he knew she looked up to him. He
thought she was growing into a pretty young lady, a younger version of his
aunt, with a charming, if sometimes playful, personality. He liked her flowing
blond hair. With her ascending track skills, he thought she was well positioned
to succeed in life, much as he.
With his day free, Reejus had taken an early lunch at his
favorite local pub, eating a Philly cheesesteak and browsing his phone. Knowing
that he was visiting today, Trinity had sent him a text message inquiring
whether he knew or used the Tiny Tinder app. He had, in fact, been aware of the
app, but having not looked into it too much, he had replied “no” to her,
texting that maybe she could show him about it. She replied that her mother
didn’t let her use the app yet and that she was hoping that he would show her.
He replied with a frowny face emoji.
After he finished his lunch, he checked out the locals shops
en route to the highrise. One of his favorite places was a music shop. His
parents had ingrained in him the love of all types of music – classical, rock,
alternative, you name it. The shop, Musical Emotion, had all sorts of antique
items, old records and tapes. One of his friends also worked there several days
a week. Egon was a bit on the weird side, but very smart and a veritable
encyclopedia when it came to music, statistics and other things. Reejus enjoyed
browsing the current selection and shooting the breeze with Egon.
Unfortunately, Egon wasn’t working this day and Reejus got
bored quickly. After a half hour, he decided to cut short his window shopping
and head over to his aunt’s flat. He thought about texting her, but he didn’t
communicate much with his aunt, and, in the end, he decided he would just
surprise her by arriving early.
--
Looking through her cabinets, Chelsea found that they were
lacking. She had decided to make a nice lasagna dinner for her nephew’s visit.
She knew it was one of Trinity’s favorite dishes. Thus far, there was no sign
of the young lad and she had also wanted to visit a nearby clothing store which
had a large selection of purses – she was in need of a new one. While she was
out, she thought she would take care of another couple errands, making the
grocery shopping her last of them to minimize her carrying as she would be walking. Looking at the clock, she
decided to write a note for Reejus, telling him to make himself at home if he
arrived while she was out, that she would be back at around 3 at latest, with
Trinity arriving not long after when she got out of school. It was nearly 1:30
in the afternoon.
--
Reejus whistled a cheery tune as he entered the elevator, a
breeze from the lobby waving through his whispy brown hair. Looking at the time
on his phone, it was 1:40. Arriving on the 12th floor, he walked a
short distance down the hall until he reached the door denoting apartment 1206.
He took a moment to work up his nerve, psyching himself up to see his aunt, who
at times had a larger-than-life persona. Than he knocked, briefly but firm, 4
raps.
No answer. He waited around 10 seconds, than gave another 4
raps. Still nothing. He pressed his ear to the door. He didn’t detect any sound
coming inside. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned the handle, finding it gave
way, then pushed the door inwards, opening it.
As he peeked his head in, he said aloud, “Aunt Chelsea. It’s
me, Reejus.”
Silence.
“Hmmmpf”, he said, opening the door fully now and entering
the foyer. He took his shoes off, placing them on the welcome mat just inside
the door. He detected a note on the small foyer table and picked it up, reading
his aunt’s note, tell him to make himself at home.
Nodding his head, he set the note down and went about
checking the place out, curious to see how his wealthy aunt lived. The last
time he had visited their house in Madison was just a month before the incident
with Chase, but that modest household belied Chelsea’s wealth as the Simmons
had bought the house early on in their careers and Chelsea had continued to
live their after her husband had left. This place seemed much more in style,
more modern in the color scheme, eclectic paintings and furnishings. Walking
into the living room, he saw the huge TV mounted into the wall – it must be
atleast 80 inches, he thought, giving an approving nod.
--
Hmmm, Reejus
thought, looks like I have the place to
myself until atleast 3. And she did tell me to make my myself comfortable.
With a smirk, Reejus decided to expore the flat.
With a cursory glance through the cabinets and cupboards,
including a large pull-out cupboard, he was amazed by the variety of
ingredients and cans therein. He perused the refrigerator, taking a small bottle
of water.
Taking a sip, he set the bottle down on the kitchen counter
which overlooked the dining room, finding a coaster to set it on. He found the
mirrored walls (the mirror portion stopping at 5 feet up the wall) on the two
enclosed sides of the dining room interesting, with tasteful paintings of food above
the mirrors flanking both sides of the enclosed portion.
Making his way to the living room, he was surprised to find
a vaulted ceiling. He guessed this apartment did not have an apartment above it
on the next floor, atleast not a full-sized apartment to match the one he was
in. The interior of the living room was well furnished with comfortable love
seats and a large C-Shaped sectional, all giving plenty of space and directed
towards the huge TV. There were slide doors
on each side of the TV leading out and Reejus unlocked and went through one to
the balcony. It was a wonderful view of the River. Looking to either side, he saw
that there were smaller balconies, one apparently attached to each of his
aunt’s and cousin’s bedrooms. Must be
nice, he thought, though he felt that more than one was a bit unnecessary.
After a brief respite, watching the boats and people below,
he retraced his steps and went down the short corridor to the left (from the
entrance). It soon became apparent that this was his cousin’s room and it was
very large. It had an enclosed walk-in closet. He smiled as he observed all the
hanging clothes and shoes that his cousin kept. He suspected she was a bit of a
clothes-hound and now he could confirm that. He resolved to give her a bit of
ribbing on that front when he saw her.
He told himself he knew better and it was a pervy thing to
do, but he couldn’t help himself from going through her drawers. There he found
drawers of shorts and t-shirts and tank tops and socks, but of course, he had a
mind for other things. He approached a smaller dresser that was situated near
the entrance to the bathroom. There he found what he was looking for – various
bras, some utilitarian, but others downright sexy, with lacey and see-through
elements. In the top drawer, he found her collection of panties – several
colors and while some were utilitarian, there was a good selection of satin,
lace and silk. They felt good to the touch. Although he wanted to, he willed
himself not to give them a sniff. He was a bit of a perv, but not that kind of perv, he rationalized to
himself. He smiled at his own thoughts.
There was also an elaborate small wooden box with an
insignia on the lid which he didn’t recognize. The box was over to one side of
the panty drawer. Amused, he wondered if his little cousin had her own vibrator
yet and if this was indeed it’s storage. Opening it up, he was surprised to
find it empty. A hollow portion of over 5 inches in length was set in a type of
material that felt very good and comfortable to the touch, though he could not
make out exactly what it was. He also felt that the hollow appeared a bit wide
for a vibrator, especially for a girl whom he presumed was pretty tight down
there. The length was conducive to a vibrator, however. Ah well, such are the mysteries of life, he thought, chuckling to
himself. He closed the box back up.
The bathroom was relatively spacious, with a walk-in shower,
the glass door being see-through, of course. Next to it was a
comfortable-looking deep-set tub, the adjoining sides looking to be made out of
marble. Across from the tub and shower, with several feet of separation, was
the toilet, separated by a couple feet from the sink counter, which had a
length that ran most of the way to the entrance.
With nothing more to see, he decided to investigate his
aunt’s portion of the suite, bypassing the enclosed study (it was opposite the
dining room and took up similar amount of space) which, from a glance, appeared
to house a very high-tech looking computer and monitor system set upon a fine
cherry wood-finished full-framed desk. He found Chelsea’s bedroom to be the
same size as his cousin’s, though she had her own personal TV mounted into one
of the side walls. Though not as large as the TV in the living room, it was a
decent size, at 60 inches, he estimated.
Searching through the walk-in closet, he found some very
expensive-looking outfits, and whereas his cousin’s clothing had a sporty
element, his aunt’s clothing seemed to replace that with more formalwear. The
shoe collection was also very extravagant. My
aunt must go out a lot, probably to some large parties, he thought.
Searching the drawers, it was similar in nature to his
cousin. He found the bra selection to be larger. He remembered that his aunt
had always seemed well stacked. He guessed that she was a D-cup. In her panty
drawer, he found another box with the same type of insignia that his cousin’s
box had, made with the same type of wooden construct, except this box was much
larger in width. A part of him had a strong desire to open this up and see what
he expected to be his aunt’s collection of vibrators and other sex toys. His
conscience felt a pang of guilt. Maybe later, he assured himself. He
wanted to complete his tour first.
He was astounded upon entering the luxurious bathroom. While
it was effectively the same size as his cousin’s, the layout was a bit
different. This one had the same walk-in shower, his aunt’s robe on hook just
to the side of the shower door. But, the toilet was closer to the door, with a
much smaller sink counter length. Making up the rest of the room was a very
large Jacuzzi. Aunt Chelsea – stylin’,
he thought. There were some fixtures holding folded towels above and to the
side of the toilet.
He looked at his phone. It read 2pm. Damn – I got time to try this bad boy out! Thinking for a bit, he
decided fuck it. I’ll be in and out in a
half hour and in the meantime, I can look into that Tiny Tinder app that
everyone’s been talking about. What better way than within the comforts of
a nice, relaxing, massaging whirlpool. Starting the water on high, he quickly
walked back to his cousin’s bedroom, stripping off his clothes and laying them
folded neatly on a small table near one of her smaller dressers. He planned to
wear his aunt’s robe until he got re-dressed or should his cousin or aunt
arrive earlier than expected. She was of similar height (5’8” to his 5’10”), so
the robe should fit relatively ok.
Reejus’ smallish flaccid cock bobbed up and down as he
walked quickly through the living area and back towards his aunt’s bedroom. He
caught a light wind current and, as he hurriedly walked, the thought that his
aunt could walk in the door while he strutted across naked gave him both an
urgency and a feint thrill. A shiver went down his spine as he passed the open
area and into the corridor.
He noted that the Jacuzzi had filled only to ankle depth as
he entered the bathroom. Feeling the water temperature, he found that it had
heated quickly to a comfortable level already. Sitting on the circular seat
which ran the circumference of the pool, he found the now above-ankle depth
water to be lukewarm, but it would continue to heat further as more hot water
poured in. The water flow was heavy and it wouldn’t take more than a few
minutes to fill to armpit level.
Looking at this phone, he didn’t find any new text messages.
He opened up the app store and typed in ‘Tiny Tinder’ to the search mechanism
and hit enter.
“Alright Tiny Tinder, let’s see what all the buzz is about”,
he said aloud softly. Seeing the logo for the app, he detected a familiarity to
it. With a sheepish expression, he realized that the logo matched to the
insignia on the boxes in both is cousin’s and aunt’s panty drawers.
Putting two and two together, he thought, You naughty, naughty girls!. He covered
his mouth out of habbit as his grin widened from ear to ear, a tiny snort
escaping his nostrils as he felt a slight embarrassment on their behalf.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Misplaced Punishment 2 - Playing with the App by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 2 of Misplaced Punishment 2.
Misplaced Punishment 2: Playing with the App
It took some time for the app to download. By the time it
had completed, Reejus was up to his armpits in steaming hot water and he had
flipped on the air jets. One jet in particular blowing with medium strength
into the small of his back felt very soothing to him.
Skipping his profile setting for the moment, he scrolled
through several pages of women, focusing on the ones looking for a tiny companion.
Options ranged from all sorts of sexual behaviors to personal slaves. There
were more than a couple looking for a tiny snack. He doubted anyone would take
those seriously, but you never knew. As he scrolled through, several of the
women had posted pictures of their bodies. Some were full body images; some
were focused on specific body parts. Not all were lookers, but enough were to
the point that Reejus felt his cock twitch a time or two. With a knowing smile,
he noticed it had become semi-erect. So
easy to manipulate, he made fun of his own manhood. All in all, he found
the app kind of fun. It gave him many ideas.
After several minutes, longer than he anticipated, he
decided he better set up his profile settings before playing around further.
Hmmm, if I was a tiny, what would I like to do with a hot girl?
Preferred tiny size – 3 inches sounded good to him. Pussy
play and insertion? Yep, that sounds like
fun. He checked that. A warning message came up recommending that he select
a toughness level of at least medium toughness. Options came up – yes, no,
select later. He decided on the latter for now. Next was butt play and
insertion. Nah. He selected no for
that option. He would really need to know the girl well to try that out. He
left open the possibility in his mind that he might try that some day, just not
right out of the gate. Mouth play? Hmmm, that sounds pretty cool. He
surmised it would be like receiving a full body blowjob. Sure. He selected yes to that one. Once again, the recommendation came
up for at least medium toughness. Screw
it, he thought, going ahead and selecting medium toughness.
Then an option came up to allow for swallow and digestion. He
thought about it for awhile, wondering if selecting the option would have a
recommended toughness. Just for grins, he selected the option and, indeed, a
popup box with recommended super toughness came up. Smiling, he unselected the
option altogether. Not ready to get eaten
just yet, he thought, knowing he would never select that option, unless
life circumstances spiraled out of control at some point when he got older.
He saw options for foot play, breast play and other items
when he received an incoming text. It was from Trinity. “Hey Cousin Reej, I’ll
see ya soon. Should be home not too long after 3.” He replied to the text,
sending a happy face emoji. (he also accidentally selected yes to the foot play
and breast play options, with his text reply overriding the warning popup for
recommended toughness for foot play to supertough).
Seeing the time on his phone at 2:20, he decided to set an
alarm for 2:45, then put the phone aside for now. He hadn’t had enough time to
simply relax and enjoy the air jets that were bubbling the water around him.
Spreading his body out, he let his arms and legs splay out a little and let his
body droop a bit lower into the water, feeling the jet on his back creep up to
mid-back and the water level up over his shoulders. He stretched his arms up
over the edge of the tub, making sure to keep himself from drooping even
further into the water. He closed his eyes, yawning, feeling a bit sleepy.
--
Feeling a shake, Reejus opened his eyes suddenly. What time
was it? Did he miss the alarm? Was that his aunt arriving? Reejus propped
himself up quickly. Somehow, he had power-napped and lost track of time.
Looking at his phone, he sighed with relief. It read 2:40. Setting the phone
back down, he noticed that both the alarm app and Tiny Tinder app windows were
still open. Turning the jets off and clicking open the switch to drain the
water, he took a minute to dry himself off.
“Aunt Chelsea?”, he said a couple times. He heard no reply.
He picked up his phone, which had went dark (he had the
default screensaver display settings), remembering about his aunt’s box in her
panty drawer. If he was going to check that out, he had better do so soon,
before she came through the door. He grabbed her robe off the nearby hook and
wrapped it around his mostly dried body. A couple small pockets of moisture
made it cling to him a bit.
As the Jacuzzi continued to drain, Reejus walked into the
bedroom and opened the panty drawer. Glancing down at his phone, which he held
over the drawer, he confirmed the app logo matched to the box insignia. Very
slowly, he pulled the box open. There, lying in four separate slots (a fifth
slot being empty) were four tiny males of varying sizes, between 3 and 5 inches
in length. They all appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Holy mackerel!, thought Reejus. His aunt was even worse than he
thought. He hadn’t know what he expected – maybe one tiny and some other
non-human toys? He stifled a laugh as he watched one of the tiny guys, a 3 inch
long little fellow who he thought looked quite young and a bit similar to
himself, give a little yawn and stretch his arms way over his head. Chomping
his little lips, the tiny man brought his little hands to his face, balled up
into fists, as he rubbed his eyes trying to clear the sand from them. The
others just lay there on teeny pillows.
Reejus found them adorable. He could understand to a degree
why his aunt would want to keep such ‘toys’.
Suddenly, Reejus’ phone blared to life. He had put the
volume setting on max when he was in the Jacuzzi just in case someone called to
ensure he heard a ring. Now, however, the loudness combined with the fact that
he was snooping in his aunt’s bedroom and with something so…almost sacred to
her, startled Reejus. He fumbled with his phone, clicking things he shouldn’t
have as he attempted to grasp it. The foot play and breast play buttons were selected
and a finger swiped across the send request button.
His phone landed in the drawer, getting tangled in between a
couple of panties. His attention at the moment, however, was elsewhere.
Standing in his hollow spot within the box and looking up at
him was the tiny man who had been rubbing his eyes. He stood there blinking, a
confused look on his little face. The other three tinies had also awoken and
were on their elbows or knees within their little hollow spots, cowering a
little.
“Who the heck are you?!”, yelled the little standing man up
to him. The voice sounded like squeaks to Reejus, but he could barely make out
what was said.
“I’m Reejus, little dude”, he smiled at the guy.
The little man shook his head, looking confused, and
gestured with is hands, “And who the heck is Reejus?”
“Oh, I’m Chelsea’s….”, Reejus began, but his voice trailed
off. For at that moment, Reejus felt a tickling sensation through his whole
body and he quickly disappeared from the tiny men’s view.
They looked at each other knowingly.
--
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Misplaced Punishment 2 - Shrunk and Caught by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 3 of Misplaced Punishment 2.
Images by nickisking1 (DA).
Chapter 4 – Shrunk and Caught
Chelsea was practically skipping as she entered her
high-rise. The only thing slowing her down were the 2 small bags of groceries.
Minutes prior, she had been thrilled to receive a nearby Tiny Tinder request.
Chelsea had prided herself on being a quick draw. She always
thought if she had been born long ago in the Old West, she would have been one
of the rare women to hold her own. This speed of thought also applied to her
when it came to the Tiny Tinder app. Speedily reading through a request and, if
she found the requestor willing to be shrunk and liked the profile pic and
settings, she generally accepted, especially if the profile was a new one, as
this one was. The newbies were the ones most likely to mix things up and also
leave themselves open to her persuasive techniques.
Thus it was that when the request came through, her phone
buzzing, she had quickly scanned through the profile and settings for the requestor.
Sure, the tiny hadn’t selected being supertough, but the fact that his age was
young (unfortunately, the person hadn’t taken a picture, so she couldn’t detect
how good-looking he was) and that he was up for all sorts of play meant that
she could atleast have one night of fun. Three inches was a decent size. Who
knows, maybe if she really liked the tiny, she could trick it into becoming her
fifth toy, and if not, possibly a snack.
She clicked the accept request quickly. Then, when the
‘shrink now’ popup came up, she giddily
clicked yes. Sure, she had committed to meeting and spending time with her
nephew, and cooking dinner was on her mind, but she would track down the tiny a
bit later for some fun, once she had ushered her nephew out and pressured her
daughter to go to sleep early.
Interesting, she
noticed, the requestor had also given the shrink size control over to the
acceptor. What an idiot!, she
thought. She went ahead and moved the scale a bit left, changing the tiny to
1.5 inches. This should keep the tiny in place, wherever he was, until she
could locate and secure him. There was no doubt based on the blinking immediacy
radius that the tiny lived somewhere in the building.
With a giggle, she swiped the app off of her phone screen
(she knew from experience not to leave the app screen up, lest she accidentally
hit a wrong button if someone texted her or called her) and dropped it into the
purse on her shoulder, then entered her high-rise.
--
Reejus was completely disoriented.
After the tickling sensation all through his body, his body
had tensed and stiffened, and he felt a sudden dizziness, than a falling
sensation. For moments, his eyesight went dark. Then lightness. Than
blurriness. He wobbled, falling on his butt with an “unfhh”.
He looked around. The room appeared huge now. He looked up
at the dresser – it was like a tall building. Piled around him was a huge
version of his aunt’s robe.
“Holy crap! I’ve been shrunk”, he said, his bewilderment
finally settling down. Looking down, “And I’m naked!”, he exclaimed. “Great!. Just great!”, he said in
frustration. He was sure he hadn’t sent out any requests. “What the hell’s
wrong with that stupid app?” He didn’t know how he would get out of this, but
he resolved to delete the app after he had been resized back to normal.
He crawled out and over the robe, wondering where his phone
was.
There – he felt it again. The tickling, tingling sensation.
He closed his eyes, crouching down to a knee to try to steady himself. This
episode didn’t last as long as the last time, but he felt that he had somehow
gotten even smaller.
Oh my god. Am I going
to shrink away to nothing?! What’s going on?, he worried. He jumped back up
onto the side of the robe, laying there expectantly, waiting for the sensation
to come back. Better that I’m laying on
my side, he thought, in case the shrinking effect hit him again.
“Hey guys! Guys!”, he yelled up at the dresser top. He could
see the drawer had remained half open.
There was no response. He felt helpless and alone. He lay
there and waited.
--
Suddenly, there was a loud “BANG!” It came from some
distance away.
Can it be 3 already?, he
wondered. That sounds like a door
closing. A huge door to him.
Reejus was somewhat conflicted – he certainly wanted to get
his ‘problem’ taken care of as soon as possible, but at this size, should he
try to contact his aunt? He was aware of the rumors from his cousin Chase's
disappearance soon after Aunt Chelsea’s visit to his other aunt’s house in
Chicago. He was unsure what to do.
Soon, there were heavy footfalls and they seemed to be
coming closer, the wooden ground shaking. Perhaps discretion would be the
better part of valor, he thought, jumping off the robe quickly and rushing to
the side of the dresser furthest from the entrance from the corridor.
In came his aunt. She was walking barefoot and hummed along
merrily as she walked, each step a loud ‘thump’ to Reejus. He peeked out from
the side of the dresser as she came into the bedroom.
She stopped, looking down at the robe piled up in front of
the dresser and back up to the half-open drawer.
“What. The. Fuck?”, she said, with emphasis on each word.
Peering into the drawer, she noted that just 3 of her ‘toys’
were in place in their box. Two thoughts struck her – (1) how the fuck did they
get their little box open and (2) where was Dirk?
“Dirk, where the hell are you?”, she said sternly.
After some time with no apparent response, she said quite
loudly, “God dammit Dirk, if I find that you’ve escaped again, you’re gonna be
in big fucking trouble.”
Still no response.
“I mean it!”
Still no response.
After some more time, she sighed and closed her shrinkie box
and then the drawer. She hadn’t noticed the shrinkie who had shambled his way
to where Reejus’ phone lay, pulling it further into and beneath the panties.
For Dirk was enamored with phones. And it offered him a possible way out if he
could somehow jigger it to send a message out. He purposefully stayed hidden
until the drawer was slammed shut, then flew head over heels into one of the
woman’s panties.
Bending down and picking the robe up, Chelsea gave a little
grunt as she took it into the bathroom to hang it back up.
Reejus made a run for it. Using all his track speed and
endurance, he scooted out of the room and down the carpeted corridor. He had
made his mind up. He would wait until his cousin showed before making his
presence known.
Coming back into her bedroom, Chelsea detected some movement
down the hallway towards the living room. She shook her head. That little bastard is gonna get it.
--
Even with his elite stamina, Reejus’ endurance was wearing
thin. He had made it into the living room, apparently without detection, and
kept close to the wall as he tried to decide where to hide. He took some deep breaths
as he looked out at the huge furniture.
Reejus took a several steps towards the huge sectional in
the middle of the spacious room. The sectional looked like an excellent place
to hide. Not hearing any footfalls, he jogged for a bit then went into full
sprint.
Halfway there, he
thought, then there was a gust of wind and…
“oof”.
--
Chelsea had crept silently down the hallway, crouching, then
crawling behind the tiny man as he broke into a sprint. He hadn’t looked back,
thinking he was safe for the moment. He was most assuredly wrong.
Chelsea grabbed the little man around his midsection with
her thumb and middle finger, lunging at him when she crept within range.
Opening her hand up, she dropped the little naked man face
down. For a moment, she considered spanking him with the back of one of her
fingernails. Or would a good squishing suit him better?, she wondered.
Just then, there was a jangling at the front door and in
walked Trinity, setting her book bag down on the dining room table and walking
over towards her mother.
--
“Whacha got there, mom?”, Trinity asked, popping her chewing
gum. “Did you get a new shrinkie?”
Chelsea had now gotten to standing and towered over Reejus,
her big toe over his body, his hands pressed around it’s sides as if he could
somehow wrestle it from crushing him.
“Nah. It’s just Dirk”, Chelsea answered, “somehow the little
bastard got out of his box”, she pressed her toe lightly into Reejus’
midsection, knocking the wind out of him. “I was just considering his
punishment.”
“Aww, don’t be too tough on him, mom. Since he’s already
out, can I play with him?”, she inquired brightly.
Sighing, Chelsea withdrew her foot. “Sure. Go ahead”
“You hear that little one?”, Trinity said mockingly, smiling
down at him, “You’re mine now.”
Chelsea turned and walked away. As she went towards the
kitchen, she cocked her said, saying “Don’t think you’re gonna escape your
punishment Dirk. You’ll be sleeping in my butt tonight.”
“Eww. Mom, that’s so gross”, Trinity said, scrunching her
nose.
Reejus looked up at his huge cousin. Trinity wore a peach
colored t-shirt which bore just a hint of midriff, with blue jean skirt that
came up pretty high on her sleek thighs. Completing her outfit were black
fishnet stockings and red runners shoes. She had pronounced bangs on her blond
hair, which she wore somewhat short, just above her shoulders. Her eyes were a
warm, dreamy blue. Surely, she’ll come to
my rescue, Reejus thought.
“Just make sure you clean up that little brat once you’re
finished with him. Oh, and Trinity”, she lightly scolded, pointing down towards
Trinity’s feet, “shoes!”
“Whoops, sorry mom”, Trinity said, quickly going back to the
foyer to take her shoes off.
Reejus sat there, his tiny naked body sprawled on the
carpet, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Misplaced Punishment 2 - Wet and Wild by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 4 of Misplaced Punishment 2.
Image by nickisking1 (DA).
Chapter 5 – Wet and Wild
It took longer than he expected for his cousin to come back
into his vision. Where had she gone to? After a couple minutes as he stood
there, he felt the footfalls and saw Trinity approaching, her steps gobbling up
great swaths of space as she was upon him almost instantly.
As Trinity approached, Reejus reflexively put his hands down
to cover his crotch.
Noticing, Trinity narrowed her eyes at him, giggling, “Come
on, Dirk. You know I’ve already seen everything you’ve got to show. Don’t tell
me you’ve suddenly gone shy after all this time.”
Reejus dropped his hands very hesitantly. They think I’m another tiny, whoever this
Dirk is. I’d better let her know…
He wasn’t able to finish his thought or take action, as
Trinity swooped low with much greater speed than he would have thought possible
and, saying “that’s better”, she scooped him up with two fingers, her index
finger between his legs and against his crotch, and her thumb cradling his
back. The swift motion took Reejus’ breath away and the girl walked quickly in
her fishnet stockings into the hallway and towards her room.
--
Setting Reejus gently down on the shoulder of the oversized
tub, Trinity grabbed a bottle and squeezed pink liquid into the already
steaming hot water. Turning to face the water, Reejus observed the water begin
to form soapy bubbles on top. Trinity was running a bubble bath.
Ahhh. That explains what
took her so long, thought Reejus.
“Hey, um, Trinity…”, he began to yell up to her when he saw
her begin to peel off her shorts.
Perhaps I can wait a
bit longer to try to get her to recognize me. This was setting up to be an
interesting show.
As he watched Trinity strip, he thought about his prior
interactions with her, granted they had only been intermittent. He thought her
a sweet girl for the most part, though she would occasionally flash a
mischievous nature. Perhaps that was an inherited trait from his aunt, whom his
mother had recounted tales of pranks and hijinks during her high school years
growing up. Apparently, his aunt had been a big cock tease with the boys and
had often set boys squaring off against each other for her amusement. Reejus
wondered if Trinity would follow that path. He hadn’t necessarily witnessed
that, but he was, after all, family.
Trinity was now down to her sports bra and stockings. Her
fingers under the bottom of the bra, she pulled and rolled up the bra, her
small pert breasts escaping into the open, bouncing nicely once and then they
were still. They were nicely tanned as was the rest of her body and had a
wonderful upwards tilt. Her nipples were encircled within small areolas and had
nice light pink tips. Reejus stood
staring, dumbfounded, his mouth open.
Smiling down at him, Trinity reached into her mouth and
pulled out her gum, wadding it up into a Kleenex and tossing it into a small
waste basket which stood under an opening in the sink island. Then she reached
onto the sink counter, bringing out her earbuds from their container.
Reejus watched the girl put her earbuds in, then fiddle with
her phone. He could faintly make out sounds, which he assumed was music, though
it wasn’t loud enough for him to discern just what type of music it was.
Trinity tilted her head left and right as she danced a bit with her upper
torso. Then, tucking her fingers under the sides of her waist, she slowly
pulled down her fishnet stockings.
A light pleasant scent wafted into Reejus nose, causing him
to sniffle. He looked up to see the girl’s moist snatch, completely shaven or
perhaps waxed as there was nary a whisker in sight. Having been with a few
girls, Reejus had some familiarity with that part of the female anatomy.
Trinity’s genitals struck him as the most pure slice of flesh he had ever seen.
Her washboard abs leading down was a perfect compliment. He wondered if he
would get an up close and personal view. Reejus made up his mind he would
definitely take his time before alerting the girl of his identity.
Trinity giggled as she watched the tiny man, boy really,
looking at her girlish bits. Normally, she might be offended to be the object
of a male’s obvious designs, but with the tiny boy, she could have her fun
without anyone else knowing. She reached down and picked him up gently, holding
him in her palm.
“Ok Dirk, time for your swimming lesson”, she laughed
lightly, then tossed him into the bubbling water. She took a moment to close
the bathroom door, content with the knowledge that behind both her closed thick
bedroom and bathroom doors, she would be well insulated from her mother’s hearing.
She tapped her phone, changing the playlist to ‘fun songs’. The first one up
was ‘Oops, I did it again’ by Britney spears.
--
To Reejus, it was like jumping off a diving board from 30
feet up. Luckily, he was able to keep his feet stable beneath him as he flew
through the air, avoiding a belly flop. He pinched his nose just before
breaking water to keep from swallowing any. The water was very hot and he went
about 15 feet deep (relative to his size) before steadily floating back up to
the surface. “Puh”, he exclaimed when he broke above the surface, trying to
catch his breath. He was to some degree blinded as the foam rose well above his
head. It got into his nose and mouth and eyes. “Gahhh”, he said, waving his
arms all around to try to clear the foam away and give himself some breathing
space.
With a smile, Trinity eased herself feet first into the hot
tub, holding the sides of the tub with both arms, resembling a male gymnast’s
form on the still rings. The water felt very hot, not scalding, but a bit
hotter than she intended. She knew her body would get used to it after a time
and indeed, as she slid her shoulders in, the heat felt very good on her core
and torso muscles.
Once fully immersed, she turned over onto her tummy. She
kept care not to get her ears wet. With her feet, she found the tiny man
floating on the top of the surface. Before he realized what was happening, she
was moving him about with her toes, somersaulting him over and over again.
While she was trying to be gentle in her playing, it was rough going on his
end. It felt like he was getting tackled repeatedly and he struggled to catch
his breath.
Rising her feet high into the air, Trinity looked back,
smiling. Reejus was mildly terrified. Bending her legs behind her and arching
her butt up, she released him again and he fell with a ‘splat’ onto her left
ass cheek. She giggled as he bounced and then grasped at the slippery surface,
trying to keep from sliding into the water. It was to no avail and he let out a
little scream as he slid down her bottom, bouncing off her inner thigh and into
the soapy water.
She turned back over again, sending huge waves that
threatened to pull him under as they pushed him away from the girl. For Reejus,
this was worse than any wave pool he had experienced at Disneyworld and he
couldn’t help but gulp a little water into his lungs.
Trinity moved her foot beneath him, lifting him out of the
water and laughing at the sputtering little man. “Oh, did the tiny man swallow some water?”
Reejus made his first real attempt to contact the girl.
“Trinity, it’s me, Reejus”, he yelled at the top of his voice, “Please. Stop!”
But Trinity just saw the little man waving frantically and,
with her ear buds on a high volume, she didn’t hear even a peep. She smiled and
moved him between her feet, twisting him around the waist.
After a few twirls, she finally gave him a respite.
As he looked down at the small, dainty feet, he noticed the
perfectly pedicured and painted toenails. He really did think her feet were
cute, at least the top of them, with the smooth, glossy skin. The soles of her
feet were much rougher, calloused from all the running she did. It was an
interesting dichotomy.
Having just caught his wind, he felt her feet push him back
towards her and he was soon enveloped by her hand. He was being moved.
Wondering what was going on, he closed his eyes as he was brought back into the
soapy water.
Suddenly, he felt a different type of warmth, an aura,
different than the water that his body had grown accustomed to. Opening his
eyes, he saw, to both his horror and curiosity, a long strip of flesh between
the huge thighs. Trinity had obviously flipped over and he was staring at his
cousin’s vagina.
Holy Shit!, he
mouthed underwater.
Watching intently, he saw the girl’s other fingers pull the
slit open, revealing a narrow passageway into what appeared to be a pinkish,
quivering fleshy tunnel. He quickly thought to hold his breath as his arms were
pinned to his sides and he was propelled headfirst into it.
In her earbuds, one of Trinity’s favorite Taylor Swift songs
began to play, ‘Shake it Out’.
--
Chelsea was in the kitchen, having changed clothes into more
comfortable attire, she was preparing to make the lasagna. She wondered why
there had been no sighting or message from Reejus.
Setting up her array of ingredients on the counter, she
noticed the mostly full water bottle sitting there. Shaking her head, she
picked it up and put in back into the refrigerator to keep it cold.
--
Reejus battled to keep her juices out of his eyes, nose and
mouth. His hair was slicked back as the girl pushed him time and again further
into herself, her hand securely holding him by the ankles, pushing and pulling
him in gentle thrusts. To Reejus, the fit was very tight, but the moist, warm
tunnel gave way each time he was pushed in. This wasn’t the girl’s first tiny,
he was sure of that. Though he had tried to scrunch his nose up, there was no
escaping the pungent aroma surrounding him and infiltrating his openings. He
wondered how long he would have to go without breath.
Just as he was about to give up hope, he was whisked out of
her and set astride her sternum, the soapy water sweeping at his legs and feet
like the ocean tide. He lay there on his side, exhausted, panting.
“That was fun. Ready for round two?”, Trinity said, watching
with delight as the tiny man scrambled to get further up her chest and away
from the water lapping at his feet.
“Give…gimme a moment”, said Reejus breathlessly, with his
head down and an arm up in a staying motion. He looked up for a moment,
noticing the two mounds of flesh on either side.
Even at his size, he appreciated their pertness and
symmetry. He began to climb her left breast. Curious, he stopped for a moment
and stuck his tongue out and lapped at the flesh on the side of her breast.
Something about it’s texture and taste reminded him of bologna.
“Awww, is my little man getting tuckered out so soon? We’re
just getting started”, she said, lightly picking him up and setting him on the
nipple of her right breast. Starting to slip, he grasped out desperately to the
distended nipple, but only succeeded in pulling down on it and he slipped down
her chest into the water. She laughed, putting him back up on top of it.
“Wow, what a roller coaster”, he said, finally catching his
breath. In different circumstances, he might be enjoying exploring Trinity’s
body as a tiny, but the physical strain was taking it’s toll on his endurance.
“Round two begins now”, she proclaimed, offering, “…and if
you do well, you might even get a little reward.”
Once again, Reejus found himself thrust into the moist
snatch, except this time, the girl had shifted her body so that her abdomen was
bordering on the surface of the water. This time, the girl also sent the tiny
boy feet first into herself, Reejus’ arms and hands wrapped around the two
fingers as she thrust him inside, over and over. He clung to them for dear
life. Soon, he felt the narrow tunnel begin to clamp down on his thighs and
ribs.
"Oh god, oh god, oh my fucking god!", she
climaxxed.
Reejus looked up from within the sugary tunnel. The girl had
removed her fingers, leaving him in her up to his waist. Her body was angled
such that he could see her heaving tits as her breathing was sporadic.
He felt contractions of varying, but diminishing strength
periodically clamp his lower body. Initially painful, as they became lighter,
he felt distinctly pleasurable as the tiny squeezes on his groin brought his
tumescence to bear.
Finally, the girl sighed, then gently pulled him out with a
slurping noise, her vaginal walls tightening behind as he was extracted.
“Ho….hum…let’s get you cleaned up a bit.” She brought his kneeling form on her
palm close to her face, sniffing, “you smell like…sex.”
With a light laugh, she plunged some liquid soap from a
nearby bottle onto him, then began to gently knead his little body. He watched
as she gingerly applied a bit of pressure over his body, observing the
beautiful sheen on her light blue fingernails, almost the same color as her
eyes. It felt like a sensual massage and he couldn’t help but admire her
thoroughness and gentleness as every millimeter of his tiny body was soaped up
by her warm fingers. Unfortunately, the soapy smell was quite strong for him
and some of it made it’s way into his mouth and nose. He sneezed.
Trinity laughed. Having long ago shut off the hot water, she
turned it on again so there was a lukewarm medium flow. She dipped the tiny man
into the stream to rinse him off.
Reejes felt the sensation of being in the middle of a
waterfall.
After around twenty seconds, Trinity turned the water flow
off. She took a few moments to remove her earbuds, putting them into the small
container on the shoulder of the tub. Cradling his back and sides, she noticed
the tiny boy’s erection and brought him up to her smiling face, saying,
“alright mister. You’ve done well. I think it’s time for your little reward.”
Without giving him a chance to object (which he wouldn’t
have), she pushed his crotch up to her lips. Reejus felt a wonderful sensation
as the girl’s mouth inhaled his tiny genitals. He couldn’t help but put his
hands on the upper lip that was sucking away at him. It wasn’t a few seconds
when he felt another sensation – the tip of her tongue made it’s way underneath
his perineum and between his thighs, lifting him gently as she suckled him.
Reejus began to hump into her luscious lips.
It didn’t take long, and he ejaculated spurt after spurt of
cum between the pursed lips and the warm tongue below.
Once again, Reejus felt exhaustion begin to overtake him,
but his consciousness was shaken awake when he heard the girl’s next utterance.
Keeping him just outside her mouth, Trinity swallowed her
cum treat, than said, “Mmmm, that was so good, I could just gobble all of you
up.”
Alarm bells went off in Reejus’ head. Thinking quickly, he
screamed up at her. “NO. NO. DON’T EAT ME! IT’S YOUR COUSIN REEJUS!”
The expression on Trinity’s face turned from amusement to
surprise, surprise to confusion. She cocked her head, bringing him into better
focus.
“Oh
my god. Reej?! Is that really you?”. He shook his little
head in relief. “What…the…fuck?!”
***
End Notes:
story continues in the next chapter
Misplaced Punishment 2 - Feeling Flat by kbDArt
Author's Notes:
Chapter 5 and finale of Misplaced Punishment 2.
Images by nickisking1 (DA).
Misplaced Punishment 2: Feeling Flat
“Gosh Reej, I might have eaten you. Why didn’t you TELL me
it was you. I thought you were Dirk?”, said Trinity, exasperated.
“Sorry…I..I tried, but you had your earbuds in”, Reejus
said, half-lying. Trinity nodded.
“I can’t believe you let me…use you”, Trinity said, now
deeply embarrassed. She covered her breasts with one arm.
“Hey, it wasn’t all chocolates and roses on my end either?”,
he said, slightly offended, “and I’m the tiny one, after all.”
“Sorry. You’re right”, she said, relaxing her arm.
“Who’s Dirk, by the way?”, Reejus continued.
“Uh, one of mom’s tinies. He’s pretty young. You actually look
very similar to him at your size”, she replied. Hmmm, come to think of it, he is a bit smaller than Dirk, she
thought. Suddenly, self-consciousness and awkwardness began to kick in for both
of them.
After a couple moments of empty silence, and a bit of shock
on her part, she asked, “H..how did you end up…like this?”
Sitting on Trinity’s palm, Reejus explained all that he
knew, from the moment that he had entered the flat. She followed everything he
said intently.
“Hmmm, so it looks like someone shrunk you using the app…or you
somehow clicked something wrong. I…I really don’t know, though. Mom won’t let
me even download the app onto my phone. I just know a little bit from what my
friends have shown me.”
“Yeah…I don’t know either.”
“So…where is your phone?”, she asked.
Reejus had a confused looked on his face. “You know, I don’t
know where it went. Once I shrunk, it just disappeared. I never saw it again.”
“Weird”, said Trinity, deep in thought. Reejus nodded.
--
Back in the kitchen, Chelsea put the finishing touches on
the lasagna and put the pan into the oven to let it bake. It would be some time
before it was ready.
With the entrée cooking, she surmised the sides could be
prepared closer to it’s finishing time, so she would worry about them later,
perhaps after Reejus finally arrived and then she could get his preference of
vegetables and bread. She hoped he liked garllc bread as it was a favorite of
hers with pasta.
Reflecting on the fun she knew Trinity was having with Dirk,
she poured herself a small glass of wine and retired to her bedroom.
--
Back in Trinity’s bathroom, Reejus was trying to chip away
at some of the awkwardness. There was some light discussion of her recent
running performances.
“You still like the relay the best?”, he asked, raising an
eyebrow. He had been more of a long-distance runner himself.
“Yeah. I think so. I just love the team aspect, ya know”,
Trinity replied, “Having each of us depending on each other, running for each other,
that sort of thing.”
“Hey, you remember that one time when we were younger, when
we ran off down the trails…?”
Trinity nodded, laughing. It was a good memory. Her and
Reejus and Chase were in their early teens at a family reunion at Starved Rock.
They had run away from the adults, finding a hidden trail and circling back to
their tables, going to town on all the desserts while the adults scoured the
forest reserve looking for them.
Reejus laughed too, but for a fleeting instant, a look of
sadness swept Trinity’s typically warm blue eyes. She had liked her cousin
Chase and had received the real story from her mother about how she had eaten
Chase in a fit of horniness and hunger after the mixup at Aunt Caroline's
house. Trinity was both envious and disappointed in her mother's actions.
She had a moment of clarity. Their talking had reminded her
that the little boy on her palm was her real life cousin, not just some obscure
tiny that meant nothing to her. Seeing him tiny and naked there and recalling the
past mischievousness got her juices flowing and gave her an idea. It was a way
to alleviate the embarrassment of the awkward situation.
Setting Reejus down on the shoulder of the tub, she released
the drain and stood up, toweling herself off. “Stay right there”, she commanded
softly.
"Uh, ok”, he said, as if there were somewhere else he would
go. Reejus’ eyes followed her as she walked away, marveling at the way her
bountiful ass cheeks swayed as she moved – what
a gorgeous creature.
Trinity set her towel on a hook and sauntered into her
bedroom. She came rustling back in soon enough, now in a purple kimono robe
that came up to about mid-thigh on her.
Reejus thought she looked sexy. “How about helping me get
re-sized?”
“Let’s go”, she said in seeming agreement, picking him up
and cradling him carefully in her hands, her open palm below and the other hand
wrapped over the top, like she was carrying a small precious animal. “First
thing we need to do is find your phone.”
She had a reasonable suspicion on where it was.
Opening her bedroom door, she walked quickly down the hall
into the living room.
“Mom?”, she asked. She could smell food cooking and wondered
if she was in the kitchen somewhere.
“In here honey”, said her mother’s voice from the direction
of the bedroom.
“Er, do we have to get HER involved? I’d rather her not see
me this small”, Reejus asked.
Trinity didn’t reply, simply smiling wickedly and rolling
her eyes.
“Uh, Trinity…?”, he said, trying to get her attention, but
Trinity ignored his voice and kept walking down the hallway and emerged into
her mother’s bedroom, where she found Chelsea sitting in her small recliner,
sipping wine and watching her TV. She pressed a knuckle into his groin,
fondling him.
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“Guess who was trying to escape again”, Trinity said,
nodding to her hand when her mother looked over.
“Trinity! What the hell are you doing…?”, squeaked the
little voice, drowned out as it was within her hands.
Nevertheless, she tightened her grip on him, quieting him,
with the one finger continuing to rub his genitals.
Chelsea gave her a sideways look. “Again?”, she said,
sounding disappointed. She set her wine down on the table coaster and got up.
“My goodness”, said Chelsea, “give him here”, she held out
her hand, “it’s about high time I dole out some real punishment.”
Trinity giggled, handing over and placing the tiny boy face
down into her mother’s hand.
Chelsea felt the tiny’s hardness on her palm. “Excited for
your punishment, eh? Well, we’ll just see about that.” She lowered herself to
the floor on one knee.
“Teach him a lesson mom”, Trininty said, then brought a hand
up to her face to hide her grin and lowered herself into crossed legs position,
sitting Indian style, the opening in her kimono offering him a glimpse of her
nether region should he look over.
Reejus couldn’t believe what was happening. What is she doing? She knows how dangerous
my aunt is to tiny men. It was such a betrayal. He could only hope for the
best, that she was simply playing a prank on him and would rescue him before
his aunt did any real harm.
Chelsea kept the tiny man face down, maneuvering him near
the end of her foot. “This will teach you to try to escape”, she scolded.
Holding him over her big toe, her index finger on his upper
back and her thumb on the back of his legs, Chelsea wound her middle finger up
and flicked the exposed tiny butt hard with the back of the fingernail.
“Ooooouch!”, exclaimed Reejus. He hadn’t been spanked like
this since he was a toddler and never this severely.
Watching from the side, Trinity couldn’t repress a snigger.
Not only was it turning her on, but she thought Reejus’ reaction was downright
funny. He looked sideways over to her, his eyes pleading. She shook her head
playfully, indicating she wasn’t going to stop her mother.
‘Flick’, another fingernail slap across his bottom.
Tears came to Reejus’ face. “Please…”, he tried to scream,
but his pain was so great that the noise didn’t elevate into a yell. All
Trinity heard was a squeak.
Just then, Chelsea slid the toe from underneath the tiny
boy.
Reejus fell face down on the wood floor, his erection
painfully scraping the floor, causing him to wince and react painfully. He tried
to lift his hips up, but suddenly the ball of his aunt’s foot was pressing on
him. It pressed his pelvis hard back into the floor. Beneath him, he felt the
hardness of his cock shatter as it was bent out of shape, giving way to the
hardwood floor. He screamed in pain, twisting his face to the side.
To the side, Trinity watched, giggling at his reaction.
Than, a look of concern came over her. “Mom, you’re not hurting him are you; like,
really hurting him?”
“Oh no, honey, these little guys can take the abuse. They’re
practically indestructible.”
“Wait…”, Trinity started to say, but Chelsea had put her
full weight down over Reejus’ body, squishing him. There was a popping sound as
she ground her foot, nearly flat to the floor. Neither female could see it, but
Reejus’ little eyes, opened wide under the pressure, had popped out of their
sockets as his tiny body exploded, traveling unseen through the air and landing
feet way.
“Mom…uh, is he gonna be ok?”, she asked nervously. As yet,
no blood had escaped the circumference of Chelsea’s foot.
That’s weird. I’ve
never had one do that before, thought Chelsea. She had felt the tiny man’s
body pop beneath her sole. There was that unmistakable wetness. No tiny could
survive after that.
“Heck no. That little guy is finished. I guess I’ll just
have to find another one. It’s probably for the best anyway – him trying to
escape and all.” As she talked, blood began to ooze out on the sides of her
foot, which was still firmly imprinted into the floor.
Omigod!, thought
Trinity, her hands covering her open mouth as she fought back a scream. She
couldn’t believe it. Sure, she got turned on by seeing her cousin get used in
unaware fashion by her mother, but she didn’t expect her to actually crush him
into bug paste.
“Get me some Kleenexes, will you honey, this tiny made
a mess.” Chelsea’s thoughts turned to the young man that she had shrunk earlier
– perhaps she could finagle him into being a replacement for Dirk.
Trinity just sat there, cross legged for a few moments,
staring at her mother’s foot.
“Honey!”, she said sternly, getting the girl’s attention,
“some Kleenexes?”
“Oh…uh…sure, mom”, she said, finally collecting herself and
standing up. She ran into the bathroom and quickly took several sheets of
toilet paper from the roll.
Coming back in, she handed them to her mother, who had
remained standing there.
“Thanks honey”, Chelsea said, taking the toilet paper from
the girl. She wondered aloud as she bent down to scrape the bloody pulp off her
foot and the floor, “Hmmm, where is that cousin of yours? I thought Reejus was
gonna come over and visit my flat?”
Shrugging her shoulders, her eyes maintained on the now unrecognizable
splatter, she answered in a matter-of-fact voice, "…maybe he just
did".
“Huh, what…?, Chelsea said, dumbfounded, as she looked at
her daughter, following her vision to the tiny splatter at her feet.
Chelsea’s face reflected the sudden realization of what had
transpired. She immediately was flooded with a mixture of emotions. Sure, she
felt a twinge of sadness at her nephew’s disposal. She had actually kind of
liked the boy – one of the few respectful ones in her opinion. But, more
importantly, she would need to find a replacement for her expected evening
entertainment.
The End
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