Elsa let out a sigh of relief when she finally found a parking spot. It was a block and a half from her father’s house; the entire neighborhood was close to a football stadium and today was game day. She had no interest in the game itself, but she knew her Dad loved the game.

When she got out of the car she arched her back and stretched. She was excited to surprise her stepfather with her visit today. Elsa lived almost two hours from her childhood home and it really did bother her that she wasn’t able to visit more often. Her mother had passed away last year and at first grief had kept her away and her stepfather visited her instead for a change in scenery.

Now it was her turn to do the driving and she knew her father Edward, technically her step-father, would be thrilled. They could watch the game together, she’d brought clothes for the three day weekend, and catch up. She glanced in the backseat at her bag, then at the clock which showed she only had five minutes until kickoff.

“I’ll come back for you,” she said aloud before locking her car and hurrying onto the sidewalk.

Most of the crowd had already gotten to the stadium but there were still some stragglers hurrying to see their favorite time hopefully win. Several joked with Elsa she was headed the wrong way and she joked back with them that she was running from the upcoming meltdown.

Two houses down from her father’s she saw a young woman who was initially headed toward the stadium as well. She was surprised how much this girl looked like her. Long brown hair in a ponytail, not quite six-foot tall, perky C-cup breasts. Even down to the face Elsa felt almost like she was walking toward a mirror. It was even more interesting how closely they matched because Elsa had died her hair that color several days ago and started wearing it up for the first time in years – even her boyfriend hadn’t recognized her for a moment that very morning.

The other woman must have felt similar because as they approached one another she slowed just as Elsa was ready to turn up the sidewalk to her dad’s front door.

“Wow, you, uh,” the doppelganger said, “We’re even wearing the same outfit!”

Elsa laughed and looked down, surprised. They both had on black short shorts and a light blue shirt.

“I swear I thought for a second I had taken drugs,” she laughed, “We could be twins!”

The other woman laughed, then turned toward Edward’s house as well.

“Uh, do you know my dad?” Elsa asked, pointing at the house ahead.

This time the other woman paused, a little confused.

“Wait, your dad lives here?” she asked, looking between Elsa and the house.

“Yeah! I’m Elsa, what’s your name?” Elsa asked, happy to make another friend and still excited from how close they were in appearance.

“Oh, I’m Anna, but I don’t know your dad, I was actually here to deliver something.”

Anna indicated the box she was holding, roughly the size of a shoebox but instead appearing to be made of gray plastic.

How didn’t I notice that before? Elsa wondered.

What are the odds? Anna wondered, Maybe I’ll get to the game anyway!

Then she thought about the kind of man she was thirty feet away from meeting for the first time.

Or maybe today’s gonna be a lot freakier than I thought.

“-kay?”

Anna snapped out of her thoughts and smiled at Elsa, trying to keep the smile more friendly and less pointed.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” she replied, “Just got lost in my thoughts.”

Anna held out the box to Elsa, and the other brunette took it automatically.

“If you’re headed in there anyway would you mind delivering this for me?” she asked Elsa. “It’s a special order but he’d love it if his daughter brought it, I’m sure.”

“Of course!” Elsa replied back as she resisted the urge to shake the box. It was oddly heavy considering its size.

“Oh and one more thing before I run-” Anna pulled out a small spritzer filled with a clear liquid, “-it sounds weird but this is part of the delivery.”

Elsa didn’t have time to do anything but close her eyes when Anna sprayed her with the liquid. It was surprisingly cold and when she inhaled some through her nose she sneezed.

“What was-” she tried to ask, but sneezed again.

“Gotta run!” Anna said with a smile, already hurrying toward the football stadium. With any luck she could still catch up with her friends who had an extra ticket. She hadn’t committed to the game because she knew she had to work the long weekend but now that the world’s greatest coincidence had occurred…

“Go knock on the door!” she called back to Elsa who was still mid sneezing fit, “It’s kinda time dependent!”

“Um, sure?” Elsa said as Anna strode away quickly. Her excitement from meeting her almost twin was quickly replaced by confusion at their strange interaction.

The other woman was hurrying away and Elsa didn’t bother to call after her.

That was weird.

Walking up to her father’s house, Elsa tucked the odd box under her right arm and knocked on the door. Normally she would have just gone in but she loved the ‘reveal’ of him opening the door to see her unexpectedly. She looked back at Anna again and she was almost at the end of the block already.

Then her skin started itching horribly, prompting a moment of panic just as she heard the door handle turn. The itch came on so fast that Elsa couldn’t tell where it had even started, and before she could even raise her free hand to start scratching anywhere it turned to a full body electric jolt and she drew breath to yell.

Anna turned around just in time to see the look on her substitute worker’s face when the shrinking spray started working. She’d gone through it dozens, if not hundreds, of times and knew exactly how shocking it was no matter how often one did it. She smiled and let out a nervous breath she hadn’t realized she was holding when….Ella?…vanished suddenly from sight and the door opened simultaneously.

“Perfect,” she mumbled as Jason, her client, looked down at the shoebox and pile of clothes with a smile.

He was surprisingly good looking for an older man, and she knew from talking to her actual coworkers that he was stunningly virile for being fifty-one.

His hair was a perfect salt-and-pepper look and he was wearing a bathrobe that hid an almost six-pack and biceps just beginning to regain their definition. At six foot tall with a strong chin he was a very good looking man.

Wouldn’t have minded working with him, she thought as he picked up the shoebox and picked up the collapsed bundle of clothes before going back inside his house and shutting the door.

But by the time she was at the end of the block and hearing cheers from inside the football stadium the only things Anna was thinking about were that she was about to get paid for several days of work without lifting a finger, and that this football game was going to be a blast.

***

Edward had been fairly busy that morning, unfortunately. Even though it was the biggest football game of the year, so far hopefully, not only had his usual Saturday morning workout gone poorly when the power was lost at his gym, but his workplace had an emergency and he’d spent an hour on the phone working the on-call engineer through a troubleshooting process.

It was very frustrating.

The past year or so had been almost a constant cascade of bad news. His wife had passed away, all his kids were moved out, he missed out on a big promotion and twice missed winning the lottery by one number – each of his picks were one less than the actual numbers. Now that the dust was settling from the worst year of his life Edward finally had a four day weekend to enjoy to himself.

And he very much planned on enjoying it.

About six months ago he’d lamented to a work friend that he had no idea about how to even try to meet someone new, which led to a discussion where he admitted how much sex he and his late wife use to have. To say he was pent up would be an understatement.

His friend had slipped him a card with a phone number on it.

“They’re pricey,” the friend said after glancing around to make sure they weren’t overheard, “And it’s riding the line on legal terms – they’re not whores. But I think you should experience it yourself and make your own judgment.”

After that conversation the subject had never come up again.

And three weeks later Edward finally called the number and he’d been completely satisfied with what he received. While the service was expensive it was certainly worth it and Edward reasoned that he had enough money for two lifetimes and all of his children were successful and happy.

Shouldn’t he enjoy himself too?

He’d only had evening services so far and loved every minute of it. Which was why over this very long weekend he was looking forward to a more comprehensive event. Luckily the service gave discounted prices for longer commitments, even though the number of workers willing to commit dropped rapidly. Only ten women were willing to work for longer than a full day, and two that listed ‘monthly rates.’

Without thinking about it Edward had picked out a woman that looked very similar to his daughter, Elsa. If she had darker hair and ever put her hair up; the service provided a nice array of pictures of their workers. Similar body type, same height, and he hated to admit that their breasts were equally great to look at.

Luckily she lived two hours away and would never learn of his selection, his ‘type.’

But even though he saw the woman for a moment just before she vanished on his doorstep his heart still leapt into his throat. He could have sworn it was actually Elsa that shrunk down right in front of him, just like he requested. Twice he’d had the worker shrink in his kitchen after a little chitchat but it felt too humanizing for his purposes; if he wanted to treat them as toys conversation had to be minimum.

So just like he had several times before he picked up the goodie box, which was heavier than usual as it came with more accessories, and half picked up half swiped the bundle of clothes back through his front door. Then Edward closed it behind him.

The clothes he kicked into the living room along with their tiny inhabitant. The girl probably didn’t enjoy it but he’d paid for a toy and at least at first he had no intention of giving it human consideration. Maybe in a day or two.

The box was set down on his kitchen table and Edward opened it carefully. Like the other boxes it was impossibly larger on the inside; it could be a large shoebox but depending on the angle of how he looked into it there was almost five times as much room as their should have been. Attached smartly to the underside of the lid was the customary list of contents, instructions, and guidance on how to get the most out of his tiny toy.

“Stella’s Secret Service wins again,” he said with a smile as he got hard just by looking at all the toys inside.

A clear rectangular container came out first and Edward plugged it in next his coffee maker. Several other small items he spread out on the kitchen counter and -

The television from the next room jolted him out of his reverie. A sudden roar of the crowd came from his living room and Edward dropped the sleeve he had been holding and rushed to the couch. Along the way he kicked the pile of clothes closer to the couch and made sure his beer was within easy reach.

“Damn, almost missed it.”

On the television kickoff had just occurred and the ball went out of the endzone. Uneventful but expected.

Elsa screamed in panic. She had no idea what was happening. One moment her skin was on fire, then next she was trapped in darkness. But it didn’t take her long to realize this darkness was impossibly familiar: there was a distinct smell in the darkness.

“What, what-” she tried to say as something heavy and soft weighed down on her.

Then her cotton and satin prison was thrown sideways. When it landed she rolled and her leg got caught in something that almost twisted it the wrong way. She froze as her terror multiplied and she carefully contorted herself until she could get her leg free. Once she was free she rolled onto her back and looked upward as she caught her breath.

Through whatever was on top of her there was a light shining and she could see a pattern. As her eyes adjusted to this low level light it became very obvious even in her panicked state what had happened.

“Okay, I’m shrunk and stuck in my panties and that other woman -” She paused as the realization fully set it. “This was supposed to be her! She knew! That bit-!”

Her cloth prison was violently thrown sideways again and over her screams Elsa heard a screaming football crowd. There was no way her own yells were audible. Right now at least.

“I’m shrunk and that woman was going to...going to…”

Thudding footsteps and the sound of a beer cracking open made her squeak in surprise yet again.

“Why? This doesn’t make any sense! For what????”

But Elsa didn’t have any time to try and guess what was happening. Where this service had been very carefully extended to her father, to the public at large shrinking technology wasn’t even considered possible. Certainly not outside of a laboratory with building-sized equipment and dozens of lab coats.

The cloth above her was lifted away and she was caught for a moment on the neckline; she lifted upward with a screech and then fell back down onto the crotch of her panties with a squawk.

“Dad!” she yelled upward, waving her arms frantically, “Help! Something happened and -”

Her words trailed off when she realized her father was naked.

“Kinda small,” he said as he looked down at her.

Elsa didn’t see the small remote in her father’s hand. Her eyes were looked on his massive penis that jutted out above her.

“What the fuck?”

At least eight inches of rod towered over her with massive balls that were almost alarming. They were alarming. If she went to a guy’s house and he was packing what her dad was she’d stop all the action at a handjob and never call him again.

Her mind was yelling to look away, it was her dad. But with all the panic and bizarreness of the past several minutes kept her stuck on pause.

Then a wave of nausea overwhelmed her. She tried to wave and yell again to her father but all she could manage was to close her eyes.

When she opened them again the nightmare above her was still present but her dad’s cock didn’t seem as large.

“That’s better,” her dad said. His eyes flicked to the mountain sized television and he smiled. “This is gonna be awesome, get ‘em Stars!”

Elsa’s confusion only deepened and she struggled to her knees, inadvertently presenting hr backside to her titanic father. She didn’t see his hand reaching down toward her.

She squeaked in terror as fingers wrapped around her entire body.

“You’re right,” Edward said when Elsa froze involuntarily, “Let’s get our own game started.”

With practiced hands Edward spread the toy’s legs. He smiled as he remembered the first time a toy had talked him through how to do this easier; his first attempt had been comically ineffective. Her torso was smaller than his hand so her legs were kicking into open air – or at least trying to. It was always funny how they couldn’t help but fight back even though they knew exactly why they were coming to his house.

Elsa felt her legs be spread, her strongest struggles not mattering at all to her dad’s rough hands. Then something massive and almost boiling hot pushed up the inside of her thighs.

She jerked her head back. She knew exactly what that thing was. Unreality washed over her as she looked at a commercial for a children’s hospital while the world’s biggest cock was about to murder her.

“Dad no waitstop!” she yelled as her legs and thighs spread impossibly wide. Nothing cracked or broke and she realized this might be far worse than just dying.

The little toy tried to yell something but Edward wasn’t paying attention to her. They all tried to yell something.

He pressed his cockhead where he knew her pussy was and pulled her legs apart a little harder, letting her torso go and grabbing a leg with each hand. Her stretchy body spread perfectly like he wanted and he yanked her downward. Just like every other time he couldn’t look away as her body stretched perfectly over his cock and he savored both the view and the sensation as she perfectly molded to his cock. Every ridge and vein was visible through her distended skin but he knew she was perfectly safe and he didn’t stop until her torso was stretched and wrapped around his entire length.

Her head was only slightly distorted, he saw with a laugh.

The commercials on the television finished at that exact moment.

“Perfect, we can both watch!” he announced as he leaned back on the couch.

Elsa would’ve screamed if she could have.

Edward made himself comfortable and took a drink of his beer. The tiny was squeezing his cock tightly and he knew from experience he could easily edge himself the length of this football game. As far as his cock was concerned it was lodged deeply in some random pussy and it had never let him or any of his lovers down.

As his favorite team received the ball, Edward gave himself a careful and slow stroke. It was awkward when the tiny slipped off even though slipping back inside of her always felt great.

“Oh, right,” he reminded himself.

Standing, he walked quickly to the kitchen, grabbed a small device, and hurried back to the couch. He didn’t miss a single play on the television.

Elsa was only vaguely aware of it as her father again grabbed each leg, then yanked down on them. Her torso elongated slightly further but she was too out of her mind with terror, pain, and a flood of sensation that she couldn’t start to describe to care. Edward pulled her legs down enough until they looped under his balls, then carefully (he didn’t want to pinch himself) used a modified shoelace clip to hold her legs together.

“That’ll do.”

His toy’s legs were now wrapped under his massive balls almost like a cockring. Experimentally he stroked with his toys twice, almost pulling her off and then letting go. Just as desired the elasticity of her legs pulled her back down almost excruciatingly slowly until he was fully encased in flesh once more.

“Fuck yeah.”

While the football game unfolded in dramatic fashion Edward edged himself toward a long, slow orgasm. It had been months since he had sex, a one-time pity fling while on vacation, and several days since he’d orgasmed. He’d held back in anticipation of this long weekend and it was worth it.

He held back until halftime.

To Elsa time lost all meaning. With agonizing slowness she was pulled off her dad’s cock and her torso snapped almost back into shape by the time he let go, and she realized that her own legs were the driving force that pulled her back down onto it. It didn’t hurt. It didn’t feel good. It was incredibly humiliating and every beat of her dad’s heart reverberated through her entire body.

It was almost with a sense of relief that she saw the game was half over and her dad’s pulse finally started to increase along with his stroking speed. The nightmare was almost over. Surely after this he’d let her go?

Edward put the television on mute and slid his laptop onto his coffee table. It opened to his favorite website, and a bookmarked video of a redhead having her ‘first’ anal experience. He leaned forward and started stroking himself in earnest; he was ready both from edging for an hour and also from how exciting the football game was proving to be.

The urge to edge himself further was pushed aside as an insane amount of cock slid neatly into the redhead’s backdoor.

He pulled his stroker up and down faster and faster until his balls finally boiled over and he came with a groan.

Elsa tried to shriek as she felt her dad’s cock grow even larger, then spit boiling liquid so deep inside her she couldn’t even say if it was in her pussy technically. Her ribcage seemed to expand as it was filled with her father’s sperm and each pulse only made the distortion grow. The heat from his seed seared her insides as shot after shot just kept coming.

After one of the longest orgasms of his life, Edward finally stopped stroking and looked down at his stroker as his cock became too sensitive to continue. Her top half looked just like a used condom; her bottom half and his grip had prevented any semen from leaking out around his shaft so his prodigious load was stuck in her torso.

He laughed when he saw this: “Gonna have to rent one of you for a condom someday.”

Thoughts of his next door neighbor drifted across his mind. She was friendly, cute, and twenty years younger than he was. There was no real shot there but a guy could dream.

Carefully he undid the clip under his balls and immediately the little toy started to slip off his softening cock. Just before it could pop off he seized her legs again and used the clip just below the level of her hips, squeezing the tiny girl shut almost like a bag of chips. Elsa felt the massive load of jizz move about her less distended torso and try to shoot out of her tortured pussy. Until it was physically stopped by the pinching piece of plastic.

“Wait-” she tried to say but her entire body was fighting reflexively against what had just happened to her.

She simply twitched in Edward’s hands as he walked toward the kitchen.

“No mess,” he said as he set her inside the clearly container he’d plugged in just before the game had started.

Elsa’s eyes started to focus again just as her father shut the clear lid to her odd plastic prison. Only the floor wasn’t transparent and it seemed to be covered in LED lights. It was like being in a large glass coffin. Above her, her father was reading an instruction manual and completely ignoring her weak attempts at waving to get his attention. Each movement made the load of jizz she was filled with jiggle and distort her torso, causing the urge to vomit.

Above her Edward mumbled as he read from an instruction manual.

“Dad…” she said weakly, holding up a hand in a desperate attempt to get his help.

He shrugged, not noticing at all.

“Seems easy enough.”

Edward reached down and flipped a switch that Elsa couldn’t see. Instantly each of the LEDs below her lit up blue, then red, then a combination of colors she couldn’t begin to describe. Both because she didn’t have the words and because she was too busy reflexively failing at scrambling away from the sudden turning sensations that encompassed the side of her body that was exposed to the cleansing lights.

Edward laughed as he saw the toy start to jerk around inside the sterilizer. He’d never had one of these toys for long enough for one to bring the device and he’d just ignored some of the mess. As she squirmed he walked to the fridge for another beer and to grab a bag of potato chips. This spared him the odd sight of the clip popping off during Elsa’s movements, causing his seed to squirt out of her body as it rapidly regained its normal shape.

The relief of no longer being filled with gallons of spunk was lost on Elsa as the burning sensations continued. Fifteen minutes later, when the auto cycle finally stopped, she could only lay on the warm base and try to compose herself while twitching.

Edward noticed the lights stop flashing as the announcers were stating that the game was about to begin. He looked between the television and the kitchen, torn, but couldn’t help himself from quickly grabbing his toy out of the sterilizer and rushing back to the couch as the cameras were showing the teams setting up for kickoff. The box full of accessories she came with was brought back as well.

A quick press of the tiny’s remote control shrunk her to three inches. He barely paid attention to her waving up at him but this just made him smile; for the amount of money he was paying for these toys they had better be enthusiastic.

The sudden shrinking made Elsa’s stomach leap again and her heart fell when it was clear her father wasn’t actually paying attention to her attempts at being rescued.

Edward picked up his briefs that he’d ditched several hours ago and put them back on, then finally gave his toy an actual look.

“You don’t need to be frantic or anything,” he told her as he pulled the front of his waistband forward, “Just don’t let me forget you’re in there.”

She squeaked out something but Edward was already paying more attention to the television just as the teams began rushing at each other.

Elsa tried to yell up to her father but the roar of the crowd once again drowned her out easily. His massive hand blocked her view below but she could guess exactly what was about to happen.

Suddenly she fell and screamed in shock. But only for a moment.

Her father’s belly button flashed by, then a graying patch of curly hair. She shut her eyes as she her back his smooth fabric and she rolled downward until uncomfortably warm flesh stopped her descent. Reflexively she opened her eyes and tried to push it away from her, but when Edward let his waistband snap shut the supportive material pressed her directly upward.

“Daaaad!” Elsa screamed as she tried to keep from being smothered by her father’s testicles.

Edward felt the little toy get to work right away, and the pleasant massaging only increased when he sat down and reclined on the couch. On television his team was up by ten points but it was still anybody’s game.

He settled in and took a long drink of his beer.

“Come on team!” he yelled as his toy continued massaging his balls. She was giving him a great effort and clearly wanted to earn her high fee for the long days ahead of her.

Gonna be a great weekend, he thought as he felt his rod start to stiffen far faster than expected. Maybe I won’t even need that Viagra.

 Elsa squirmed and pushed at the mass of skin holding her down. It was as useless as screaming but she wasn’t able to stop the pushing at least. If she paused for a moment the weight of her father’s testicles threatened to smash and suffocate her; she was wedged awkwardly between his leg, his briefs, and the giant member that had horrifying just been inside of her.

She’d regained enough composure to stop screaming after several minutes but didn’t think she’d ever be able to tolerate even having a blanket on her when she got out of this.

If she did.

She shuddered and drew a deep breath as her arms began burning again. No one could keep this up forever.

Edward jumped up in excitement as his team scored again. In his mind the game was all but won. It had been hard fought but even during his team’s low point he was a happy man. It was hard to be unhappy with someone pleasantly and tirelessly massaging your balls at all times.

When the time finally ran out his team won, up by four with the other team simply not having enough time to fire back. It wasn’t the clear-cut victory he hoped for but since he lived down the street from the stadium it was hard not to be exuberant. He knew several of the players personally and had bet twenty dollars on this victory.

“Now that the game is over, I can start my next game,” he said as a commercial started.

The happy noises espousing a fast food restaurant faded into the background as he picked up, then set down several items from the toybox.

He settled on an item that looked very similar to a large flashlight.

Edward stood up and fished his toy out from under his testicles. He was mostly hard already in appreciation of her efforts.

“Here, hop in,” he told her, setting her and the object down on the coffee table.

Elsa had no idea what her dad was talking about. She laid on hard ground and stared at the ceiling while she tried to mentally recover from whatever he was talking about. Above her head the sounds from the television changed suddenly to a vaguely familiar sound and her heart dropped.

Edward’s television was hooked to his laptop, and the two worked together in harmony. The opening sounds of his favorite adult website started up on each video and this time the sound alone brought him to full erection instantly. He paused it just before the scene could show, then looked down and saw his toy was taking a break instead of following his instructions.

But she was on all fours with her backside near him. It was a cute little backside and clearly she was giving him the choice of holes to fill next since they were both being presented. She sure knew how to communicate even with the size difference.

Elsa groaned and rolled to her stomach, climbed to her hands and knees. Looking up she saw the television was paused at the start of a porn video whose title she couldn’t see. But the sound itself meant her situation was about to get worse.

Fuck, it was that sound! she thought. She didn’t watch much porn but the opening sounds were easily recognizable.

Two fingers grabbed her abdomen and she squeaked in terror.

“I said, get in there!” her dad’s voice said.

A large black cylinder was suddenly in front of her, then held above her almost like going headfirst into a water slide. Without particular care she was shoved inside, her protests barely noticeable to compared to his strength. In a moment Elsa’s feet were the only thing visible from the bottom.

Immediately she tried to slide her way back downward but the cylinder grew tighter around her.

With the toy inserted into the fleshlight, Edward used his remote to grow her a little larger. Then a button on the top of the cylinder was pressed and there was an oddly satisfying suction noise for a moment.

“Wait a second,” he mumbled, holding the cylinder.

Her feet and legs were sticking out. It didn’t look at all like what the illustrations were describing. He pressed and held the button on top of the device, releasing her. She felt out but Edward caught her and folded her neatly in half; she was very pliable at that size and it was surprisingly hot to see her feet up by her head so easily.

Gotta read those instructions, he thought with a smile. This time she looked a lot more like what the illustrations were showing.

Elsa tried to scream as she was stuffed back into the tube.

This time when Edward activated the tube’s auto-fit function it worked perfectly: a miniature but stretch anus was visible just beyond the ‘lip’ of the toy. Just like a typical fleshlight.

“More like it.”

Despite having cum not that long ago it almost felt like Edward’s cock was vibrating from excitement.

He held the toy up to his mouth and gave the tiny hole a lick. It didn’t particularly taste of anything but he felt the toy almost jump in his hand as the little one inside enjoyed his tongue. With the next lick he tried to force his tongue through the tightly closed sphincter but was unsuccessful.

But it did stretch enough to accept his finger, almost like a wet vise.

This is gonna feel awesome, he thought as he lowered the toy back down to his cock.

Putting his feet up on the coffee table he leaned back and -

Edward’s foot knocked over his beer, spilling half of it on the tabletop before he could right it.

“Damnit!”

The toy was put down and he hurried into the kitchen to grab some paper towels, erection jutting out in front of him angry at the interruption.

On the way back to clean up his mess there was a knock at the door.

Oh come on! he thought, looking between his cock, the mess he was going to clean up, and his bathrobe.

“Just a minute!”

Hurriedly he pulled on the robe and cleaned up the spill. No thought was given to the toy sitting out in the open, nor the paused video on the television. Currently the screen was black so it didn’t seem important.

There was another polite knock.

“Who delivers a package during game weekend?” he questioned as he threw the wet paper towel away.

Then Edward opened the door, revealing Sarah, his next door neighbor. The blonde woman was in her mid-thirties, still took great care of herself, and they had been friends for years. There had been quite a bit of not-quite flirting between the two of them and Sarah had taken Edward’s wife’s loss almost as hard as he had.

“Hey you!” she said before she’d fully registered that he was only wearing a robe.

“Sarah, hi!” he said back, awkwardly matching her energy.

She pushed past him with a large casserole dish in her hands.

“Gotta put this down, sorry! It’s your favorite sloppy joe bake!”

Edward stammered out a reply and went pale. It was true he loved her baking. It was also true there were numerous objects in his house that he didn’t need his younger, beautiful neighbor to see.

When he tried to stand in her way so she couldn’t see the living room, at least, she turned around and shook her hands out.

“That thing’s heavy-” she started to say, but her eyes went past Edward and to his coffee table.

It was very obvious what he’d been doing, and she recognized the shape of the fleshlight even if she couldn’t get more specific. Most of the objects on the coffee table were simply different versions of things she couldn’t bring herself to buy.

“Oh, um-”

Edward turned red and realized his erection hadn’t gone down at all. And the robe was doing a very, very poor job of hiding it.

“You um-”

“Uh, I’m sorry I, uh-”

Naturally at that exact point the thin cloth belt that held his robe shut failed, letting the front open and his massive cock fall out. It pointed directly at Sarah.

Both of them froze but Sarah made the first move.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” she asked. It had been on her mind for a long time to make a move on her neighbor; he had to be lonely after his wife’s passing. She had her share of lovers but she’d had her eye on Edward as a silver fox for years.

“Now uh wait I-”

Sarah didn’t let him keep keep stuttering. She closed the distance between and grabbed his rod.

“Go sit on the couch,” she told him.

“I’m not sure uh-”

Despite his reservations Edward did as he was told. He was confused, stunned, surprised, uncertain. But not an idiot.

He rushed and sat on the couch where his erection aimed skyward. Sarah giggled and looked at the fleshlight, surprised at the quality of the material.

“Got any lube?” she asked, and she picked up a small bottle of LZ jelly that was sitting next to some other obvious toys that she didn’t quite recognize.

She smeared a dollop on her finger and pushed it into the toy. Edward almost came from the thought of what she was inadvertently doing. There was no way she could know it wasn’t just some plain-jane stroker toy from the shop downtown.

“Oooh!” Sarah giggled as she pumped a finger in and out of his shrunken escort, “It’s fancy.”

“Only the best,” he stammered out as she spread lube liberally around the innards of his toy.

“Warm and vibrates.”

Sarah knelt in front of him and held the toy over his cock. Her other hand grabbed him and he about jumped from excitement.

Giggling she said: “You’re vibrating too, how long has it been?”

Thoughts flashed through his mind but he shot down every one that involved telling his hot neighbor the truth.

“Way too long.”

“Play your movie,” she said as she touched the toy to the head of his cock.

The little anus spread perfectly around him as she pulled it down slowly. Edward barely managed to touch his mousepad when he felt the toy’s boiling insides grip his length perfectly. His hand left the laptop. Sarah pulled it back slightly, then pushed it further onto him, repeating this until he was completely encased.

When he was, she stood and wiggled out of her leggings. Below them Sarah was wearing a pair of simple red panties and showed off her toned legs.

“We can start slow,” she said as she climbed onto the couch next to him. Pulling the lever to make it recline they were suddenly side-by-side and she reached to grab the fleshlight again.

Her other hand went under her panties.

“Aren’t you gonna play the video?” she asked with a wry smile.

Slowly she pulled the fleshlight up and Andrew overcame his shock at the situation. Without looking he pressed ‘play.’

Edward’s eyes shot between Sarah’s slowly moving finger and the television. The entire situation was surreal.

On screen a young woman who looked curiously like Sarah was sneaking into the backdoor of a house. If Sarah were ten years younger and wearing only a skimpy bathing suit. Once inside she made a very obvious show of casing the place to rob it.

“What are you into?” Sarah asked with a giggle. She knew very well; she’d seen this video herself and loved the idea.

A high-price hooker? he thought as she slowly stroked him.

The woman on screen quickly found the bedroom just as she heard the front door open. With a surprised squeal she looked desperately for a place to hide. Throwing back the covers on the bed she accidentally exposed the backside of a sex doll. In a panic she threw the doll to the far side of the bed and crawled under the covers before covering herself back up. She wiggled out of her shorts and panties to make the ‘illusion’ better.

Sarah stroked Edward a little faster as the man, over six-foot tall and well muscled, entered the bedroom. With a groan he undressed and said something about finally getting have some fun with his new doll. Neither adult were paying much attention. Sarah’s finger was stroking her clit and Andrew was straining to see her in action more than the video.

But Sarah continued stroking him slowly, with almost painful consistency.

“So you’re into that stuff, huh?” she asked, and Edward nodded. He would’ve agreed to anything she said.

“Making some poor girl a little fuck doll?”

“You have no idea,” he replied as she finally began using the toy a little faster.

Edward made a move. He put his hand on Sarah’s abdomen, still covered by her shirt, and slid it down. She adjusted accordingly and spread her legs a little further.

She jumped a little when his hand finally touched her soaking pussy. A finger slid into her and rubbed her clit at the same time. Sarah groaned.

Elsa tried screaming every single moment. Sometimes she managed a squeak if her father’s cock wasn’t lodged in her abdomen but most of the time it was pointless regardless. There was nothing but the burning of her backdoor being ripped open and the nightmare of being filled with cock until she could feel it almost coming back out of her mouth.

Through the plastic of the toy she could hear a woman’s voice which quickly turned into a groan. She didn’t have enough wherewithal to even wonder who it might have been. Elsa could only concentrate on the searing hot cock that was destroying her sanity.

She couldn’t even have enough peace to try and breathe. Not only did the toy press plastic against her face, which she wish would have just asphyxiated her, but with each stroke a salty liquid seeped from her father’s cock. Precum lubricated her impossibly stretched insides and flowed out her mouth every time his cock filled her completely.

On screen only a blind moron could have missed the fact that it was, in fact, an actual woman below the sheets and not the exciting half of a sex doll. But neither Sarah nor Edward were idiots and they slowed stroking each other just long enough to watch the man slide his eight inch stick into what he ‘thought’ was a sex doll.

“Even warm from the sun!” he said.

Edward and Sarah rolled their eyes; the room didn’t even have windows.

“Terrible dialogue,” he said as he rubbed her clit.

“I bet I’m plenty warm,” she replied.

With that said she let go of the fleshlight and stood up.

“I’d love to be that girl,” she said as she finally stripped out of her panties in front of Edward.

Then she turned and playfully jogged down the hallway to the main bedroom. Edward yanked the fleshlight off his member.

He quickly grabbed his toy’s remote and shrunk her again. There was an odd suction sound as she shrunk enough to fall out of the toy and she felt into his waiting palm. He held her up to his smiling face. She was so covered in precum he could barely see her face at a quarter-inch of size, but he knew she was having a blast. Or was at least enjoying the thought of her paycheck.

“Good thing you said you were up for anything, right?” he said as he lowered her down.

Elsa’s eyes had just started to focus when she felt her feet be enveloped by something hot and wet. She wasn’t in pain, but so disoriented even being her regular shape instead of a cocksleeve made her feel hammered drunk, and not in a good way.

She looked down just as her father’s finger’s retreated and tried to scream. The yell was cut off when his finger pressed down on the top of her head.

With the shrunken toy pushed into his urethra, Edward hurried toward the bedroom. He glanced down just to make sure the toy wasn’t visible and it wasn’t; he didn’t want Sarah asking questions so he knew to keep the little thing hidden.

Better not shoot in her, he thought, not sure how I’d get this one back out. There’s no way she’s as freaky as what I’m used to.

But even if Sarah wasn’t as freaky as his wife had been this was still absolutely amazing.

He walked into his bedroom and pretended to be a blind moron. Sarah’s bottom was sticking out from under the blankets and he took a moment to appreciate the view. It was well toned and he could see her perfect pussy lips from how she had her knees tucked. He could also see her backdoor but assumed since the girl on the video hadn’t been getting buttfucked she wasn’t expecting it either.

“Oh geez, what a long day at work!” he said dramatically, and below the sheets Sarah giggled. Inside his urethra Elsa was screaming and struggling for air as his precum surrounded her, but no one heard any of this. Edward only felt her pleasant little movements.

Climbing on the bed he aimed his cock straight at Sarah’s snatch. He suddenly had no patience. She was ready and Edward slid into her to the hilt in one long thrust.

Together they groaned in pleasure.

Edward started thrusting on his knee into her as she lay on her side. It wasn’t his favorite position but after a drought it felt amazing.

Elsa screamed as she saw what was coming. A massive vagina approached her just as she was getting her face free and it enveloped her own fleshy prison. Then the movements really started.

Each pump made her stomach jump and her inner ear scream like she was on a roller coaster that hated her. If she opened her mouth to panic she got a mouthful of fluids she didn’t want to think about but if she kept it closed her body told her she still had to breathe. If she were more used to the shrinking technology she could have trained herself out of this.

Suddenly there was a flash of light and she saw that she was closer to her dad’s opening than she’d realized. With a struggle she got one arm free above her head and wiped her eyes.

Visual clarity only made her scream again as she saw the massive couple had only been changing positions. Now the giant woman was on her stomach with her legs pressed together. The extra pressure squeezed Elsa even tighter as her dad re-entered the woman.

Now the thrusts were getting more erratic and even through the squelching fluids and tissues Elsa could hear the couple approaching their orgasms.

Sarah came with a scream, biting the pillow to not alert everyone in a block’s radius about what was happening. Edward held on as long as he could as he drove into her but it was just too much.

Just as Sarah’s orgasm was losing intensity Edward forced himself to pull out. Using his hand to finish he shot his massive load and topper across Sarah’s back. The little woman trapped in his cock forced the pressure to build and build before finally being launched free, resulting in the best orgasm of Edward’s life. He couldn’t believe how much he came, shot after shot landing on Sarah’s back. Most of it landed on his little toy.

“Thanks for pulling out,” Sarah said when they both had caught their breath, “I haven’t been on the pill in years.”

Edward climbed off her carefully and told her to stay put.

“I’m fixed, actually,” he said, “But I didn’t think…”

He waved his hands and Sarah nodded with a smile.

“I get it, now can you get me a towel?”

Edward hurried to the bathroom so he could help her clean up, and to retrieve his toy before she was caught up in the cleaning herself.

Elsa struggled to get clear of the goop, crying, and even when her dad’s fingers carefully picked her up she still hoped for rescue. Until she was dropped into a pair of slippers that sat on the ground next to the bed. Almost instantly the drying semen held her down in the shoe.

At least they don’t stink, she tried to tell herself as her father looked down at her and winked before helping his fling clean herself off.