Oliver leant back against a tin of soup. His t-shirt dripped with sweat as he curled himself into a tight ball, wrapping his arms around his knees. He heard the movement of the giant boxes being shoved absentmindedly to one side, as huge fingers encroached upon him, tapping as they walked in a spider like movement. His breath grew shallow and rapid as the huge fingers surrounded the tin. In an instant the tin was swept to the side with the rest of food causing him to topple backward in shock. As he lay flat on his back he locked eyes with those of a giant girl. Her expression turned to surprise and before he could act the girl had reached down to the counter top and brought up a glass. Oliver tried to get up but the glass slammed down on top of him, trapping him inside. The girl began moving the glass forward, he was pulled helplessly along for the ride. The surface changed and he found himself in the palm of the giantess before she flipped the glass over. He tumbled over himself to the bottom of the glass. He tried to find something to cling onto as he felt his prison climb higher until he was presented with the view of a very large pair of eyes.

He really began to panic now, he thought back to the last time he had been trapped like this. Last time it had been a shot glass. He had been found by a group girls that were pre-drinking for a night out. They were already quite tipsy and giggly, and thought it would be fun to have Oliver join in with their drinking games. They dropped him into an empty shot glass. Julie the tall blonde explained that whichever girl finished her four shots first would get his glass as their fifth shot. He clawed and jumped at the edges of the glass as he saw these monsters swallow shot after shot. Before he knew it he had been lifted up to the lips of the shorter giantess Danielle. He had actually thought that she was cute until he started sliding towards her mouth.

‘Hey did you hear me? Can you talk?’ The giantess mouthed it out slowly while tapping on the glass repeatedly.
Oliver snapped back realising his predicament, but still a little disorientated after being swirled around like a drink.

‘Oliver’ he shouted out in a confused muddle.

‘Oliver? Is that your name? Oliver?’ The giantess looked down curiously at the little figure and saw him nodding. ‘Lauren’. A small smile spread across her face, before she let out a giggle, ‘awww you’re shaking. Here.’ Lauren tipped the glass forward letting Oliver roll into the palm of her hand. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll protect you’ she said before her fingers curled up and her other hand came down on top of him cupping him inside.

Oliver found himself trapped within Lauren’s hands, completely helpless. Everything shook, then stopped and then shook again. This motion repeated about twenty times until Lauren’s hands parted. Oliver slipped, there was nothing to grab onto. He fell for a few seconds like a rag doll. Oliver looked up relieved, he had landed on some soft surface and was now looking up at Lauren’s smiling face.

‘Don’t look so scared, I told you I’d take care of you.’ she said matter-of-factly. She let herself collapse and landed on her bed with a bounce. The action sent Oliver flying into the air before falling back down and rolling into the dip Lauren had just made. Lauren looked down and started laughing. ‘Hey you need to buy me a drink before you get to second base’ she said as she pulled him out from under her chest.

He landed a little out of breath as the column like fingers dropped him. He stood up and froze. Lauren’s neckline drooped against the duvet while she lay down. He could see down through her shirt and was struck with the impressive view of her ample breasts.

Lauren crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts together. The tiny boy looked up at her in a nervous blush as he realised what she was doing. She started laughing as she leaned forward again resting her head on down on the duvet right in front of him. ‘Hi’ she said.

Oliver stood frozen as he was greeted with the enormous maw, he was flushed with her warm breath as she spoke. The moment seemed to take forever as if he was experiencing it in slow motion. Her lips opened up revealing a shimmering set of teeth, the air felt warm and smelt strongly of mint. He could see her tongue shudder and thick strands of saliva break apart just as she began to speak. It reminded him so much of Danielle’s mouth. He remembered screaming as he fell past her lips, being trapped in the dark heat as he was swirled around in a saliva cocktail. Her laughter rumbled up from the back of her throat, the monstrous tongue pinned its’ prize to the roof of her mouth before falling back down to have the satisfying bounce of the tiny teen collapsing into an exhausted heap. On the other side of a pair of soft lips the girls were plotting.

Amy brushed her red hair back behind her ear, and her tongue poked out of her mouth while her teeth bit down on it gently into a devious smirk. ‘You know there are a lot of people that are into this giantess stuff, this would really drive the guys crazy’ she said as she took her phone out of her clutch bag, ‘why don’t we make a little film’. It went silent, the girls all looked at one another.

Oliver found himself pinched between two fingers before being ripped out of Danielle’s mouth in a wet slurp. He dangled in front of the mountainous face. ‘Looks like you’re about to be a movie star’ she said, then she gnashed her teeth together in a mocking bite, ‘maybe later’.

He felt the brush of Lauren’s tongue and he reeled back in horror, ‘oh god no, please, please no’ he wailed.
Lauren looked down at him confused, she thought she was being playful giving him a quick lick to get his attention. ‘Woah, I was joking, are you alright?’ she looked down at him a little concerned.

He was sweating, he knew Lauren was speaking to him but all he saw was the giant mouth in front of him, captivated by the tongue moving up and down.

‘I’m more than just a mouth on legs’ she said in a bit of a huff. She brought her hands around Oliver, they were half tucked into the sleeves of her hoody. She gently lifted him up and placed him in her bedside drawer. ‘Look I’ve got a couple of classes at college, I’ll be back in a few hours. You’ll be safe in here.’

He tried to protest, he didn’t want to be treated like one of her possessions. Her smiling face loomed over the top of him and before he could voice his opposition she slammed the drawer shut. He had been thrown to the back in a rock slide of objects. He heard Lauren’s footsteps grow fainter and fainter and then a door shutting. He wondered through his new surroundings. Climbing over all sorts of objects that he had no idea what they were, he kept doing this until he found something soft. It was some sort of large cloth material, he lay on top of it and bundled himself up. Oliver quickly fell asleep.

Danielle stood up and walked over to the living room. She lowered her hand down and dropped Oliver about four feet for him, to the carpet.

Oliver reached for his back and groaned, he could already hear the other girls laughing. Amy was crouched over him with her phone, ‘Smile for the camera Olly’ she laughed. She then turned back and began filming Danielle.
Danielle was already finding it hard not to laugh. She pushed her dark hair back and then put her hands on her hips. ‘Are you staring at me?’ she spoke down to Oliver not really expecting an answer.

He couldn’t help but look, Danielle was wearing a short flowery dress which he could see right up as she towered over him.

‘Gross, in this house we hate little pervs’ she said as she tried to suppress a smile, ‘I think you need to learn your place. She slipped her barefoot out of her pump, and used her toes to pull the other pump off which she then kicked aside.

He could already feel the body heat emanating off of her, the air around him became warm, and there was an overpowering smell of moisturiser. The massive toes flexed instinctively, scrunching together then splaying out. He couldn’t help but notice her freshly painted nails, they were a dark blue colour that matched her hands. He heard a booming voice above.

‘Oh, you like feet do you’ Danielle grinned, ‘how about now?’ She raised her left foot in the air and moved it above her tiny toy.

Oliver was briefly hit with a shower of dirt and lint that her sole had picked up from the carpet. The shadow of her foot loomed over him.

‘Run’ Danielle whispered.

He turned and ran, her foot slammed down right on top of him, he rebounded off her big toe and rolled forward. He got straight back up and kept running.

‘Are you getting this?’ said Danielle.

Amy moved in front of the action, and pointed her phone camera upward to get a POV shot, ‘Everything’ she replied. Amy could see it through her phone, the towering figure of Danielle walking slowly towards her, taunting Oliver as he ran desperately. Her right foot swung down knocking him to the floor. He went to get up again but Danielle’s foot came down again. He found himself trapped between her big and second toes. The phone hovered above him and behind that was Amy’s smiling face. Danielle’s toes began to sweat, and started to soak over his body. Amy moved back to get them both in shot. Danielle looked down at her little foot toy, and put on an innocent pouty look, ‘awww what’s the matter, don’t you like being under the big bad girl’s feet?’

He threw a barrage of punches at her toes as he tried to wriggle free.

‘Nuh uh’ she said, as she scrunched her toes together. The action pushed him further under her sole till he couldn’t move. ‘Looks like I won that round, so start kissing if you want to live to see the next one.’

Oliver pulled the top of his body forward and immediately started kissing the gap between her toes. It caused Danielle to shudder, her toes clenched squeezing the breath out of him, he didn’t say anything and went straight back to kissing. She felt a little flutter, she had never been so in control of someone before. Julie’s face suddenly appeared above him.

‘My turn’ said Julie while pulling the tiny boy out from underneath Danielle’s foot. She dangled him in front of her face. Oliver could still appreciate how attractive she was, she had slightly wavy blonde hair that fell past her shoulders. She had dark green eyes and an infectious laugh. He was held in front of her mouth, her lips parted into a wide grin. ‘Ready?’ Julie laughed.

Oliver awoke with a start, in a heavy sweat. The sound of a door closing shut had woken him up. He reassured himself that it was just a dream, he knew it had happened but he was just happy to know that he was safe now, Lauren was home. He heard her footsteps, running up the stairs and then the opening of the bedroom door. He unbundled himself and stretched before standing up. He heard doors frantically opening and closing, he wondered why Lauren had not come directly for him. He could hear some muttered phrases that sounded like, “Where is it?” Oliver heard a thump sound come from above and then his world started shaking. The drawer was pulled up and he found himself looking at a girl he’d never seen before.

‘Oh there it is’ said Mia, she reached into the back of the drawer and balled up a t-shirt. Mia left the room with the t-shirt securely scrunched up in her hand.

Mia shut the door of her bedroom and clicked the lock shut. She threw her t-shirt on the bed, and walked across to the other side of her room. She was still in her tight fitting exercise clothes after relieving stress in a tai chi class. Her top barely reached down her body, leaving her taut stomach exposed. She was stood in front of a full length mirror.

‘God I need to shower’ she said as she lifted her arms up, they glistened with a layer of sweat. She was about to head to the bathroom when she noticed something moving in the mirror. There was a bulge moving about under the t-shirt on her bed. She span around and approached cautiously. Putting a finger on top of the bulge she pushed down. It stopped moving.

Oliver had been fighting his way through the cloth prison, but was caught by surprise when he felt a great force pushing him down. He stopped moving and hoped whatever it was would leave him alone.

Mia lifted the shirt up to look, there was nothing underneath. It must be inside she thought to herself. So she tipped the shirt up and shook it.

He gripped on to the shirt as he was hoisted into the air, it took one shake for him to find himself sliding down the fabric. He was thrown into the folds, ricocheting down the material tunnel as it was shaken back and forth. His head was in a daze and he flopped down in a lump on the duvet.
Mia fell back with a start, her hands reached up to reel in her gasp.

‘Is that? No way… it’s a tiny man’ She managed to stutter out. She reached out and rolled the little man between her fingertips. A devious smile appeared on her face, ‘I know what you are’.

‘Please I need help I’ve been…’ He managed to get out before he was cut off.

‘You were in Lauren’s bedside cupboard’ she paused for a moment, examining his tiny form, ‘I know what girl’s keep in their bedside cupboards. You’re a toy boy.’

‘No no no, I’m really not’ He started explaining.

‘Shhhhh….’ She had her finger on her lips, she brought it down to her little toy tapping him on the head, ‘You must be expensive. Don’t think that I’m not gonna have a go with you, I’m sure Lauren won’t mind.’ She shifted on to her back and hugged him close to her chest. She guided Oliver down to her stomach, then she lifted her top up over her head and threw it across the room. She lay there in her sports bra and wriggled back and forth to pull her bottoms off. ‘Are you ready?’ she said and pulled Oliver to the top of her neck, gently moving his body down between her breasts and over her stomach, she moved him up and down, and caressed herself like this for ten minutes.
‘Oooh, right there’ she shuddered and pressed his head into the dip of her belly button, ‘lick’.

He began licking all around the edge of her belly button, it was about half the size of him, but deep. As he lapped her up hurriedly he could see her hand slide down to her waist, her fingers moving in a soft glide.

‘Keep licking’ she said. Her fingers slid underneath her waistband and moved in slow circles up and down. Her breathing turned to almost a pant. The little figure struggled to stay up as her stomach jumped up and down. Mia sat up, as she did this her hand pushed forward from inside her underwear opening the gap, ‘I’m ready now’ she said. The stomach slope sent Oliver falling headfirst past her waistband. He was pushed to the bottom between the wet material of her underwear and the wetter part of her body. Her fingers quickly followed and began moving his body inside. His legs went in first.

‘nnuuugghhg uhhuhu’ came the muffled moans.

‘If you don’t like it there’s an easy way out’ she said dryly, ‘make me orgasm quickly. You should be good at it by now, you’ve had all that practice on Lauren’ and she started to laugh as she pushed the rest of him past her folds.

Mia stretched back and lay motionless, just the thought of having him inside her was getting her hot. The tiny struggles from inside herself felt like nothing she had felt before. She had a man pleading for help, pounding at the inside of her vagina trying to get out. She had to keep still, she wanted it to last as long as it could.
He was trapped in the carnal tunnel, he pushed against the walls to find his whole world would convulse. Each movement he made seemed to cause a bigger flow, he was covered in the damp of her juices. It started to pour into his mouth and he knew he had to get out of there. He started throwing himself back and forth. The walls began to clench, it became so much tighter. He kept struggling, he could feel the build-up. In almost an instant he shot through her in a climactic explosion, to end up back in the same old panties soaked in her essence. He held himself clearly bruised by the experience.

She collapsed, it was too much knowing how much power she had over him. She rolled back against her pillows and waited for her breathing to slow down. Mia shut her eyes just to rest for a minute.

Oliver had always been a fan of giantess works, he spent his time reading through stories, and watching movies that had them in or anything to do with them. He didn’t know when he first started liking it but he was hooked. He had been browsing the web when a site appeared he hadn’t seen before. It was called shrink service and claimed that it was the first of its’ kind to let customers shrink recreationally, all it took was a pill. He had been sceptical when he ordered a starter kit, which had four shrink pills, and four small bottles of antidote. When it arrived that morning he was almost shaking as he raced up to his room with the small nondescript package.

He tore the paper off and saw a little branded box with a big S holding a small s. He pulled one pill out and dropped the box into his sock drawer. He didn’t want anyone accidentally finding it so he pushed it right to the back under a pile of his socks. He pushed the drawer to, leaving it slightly ajar, if this worked he’d need to be able to get back in there. He walked over to his bed, picked up a glass of coke from the side and swallowed the pill. He instantly regretted this decision, his stomach growled and he immediately started gasping, feeling short of air. He clutched his stomach and doubled over on to his bed, gritting his teeth together before finally passing out.

Oliver’s mum walked into his room with a basket full of clean laundry. She saw the pile of clothes left on the bed and went to pick them up. He’d been staying back at home while on break from University.

He was woken up by a thunderous sound, he had no idea how long he’d been asleep. But he was under a blanket or something, he couldn’t see anything and struggled to move the blanket off of himself. Everything twisted, his world wrinkled and he felt the tilt of whatever it was he was on. The incline increased rapidly and he fell forward towards a growing light. He landed with a soft thud and took a moment to adjust to what it was he was seeing. His clothes were being carried away. He quickly tried to hide himself between the folds of his duvet, he thought it would be the worst thing in the world if she found him like this. He watched through a small gap he created in the sheets, his mum was still here, he saw her across the room putting his clean clothes away. She hung a couple of his shirts up, stacked a pile of jeans in the base of his wardrobe and then headed to the sock drawer. His heart sank as he saw the giant woman open up his drawer, drop a bundle of socks and push it shut. She left the room carrying his clothes under her arm. It was like a nightmare, he couldn’t believe what had just happened, how could he be so stupid? Trapping himself at just over an inch tall in his room. He buried his head in to the duvet and screamed.

After ten minutes of panic and kicking himself Oliver decided something had to be done, he needed help, there was no way he could open that drawer by himself. The best thought he had was Lacey his little sister. However embarrassing it would be for her to find him like this, it wouldn’t compare to what he’d feel being found by his mother. How could he explain this? A science experiment gone wrong, she’d never believe that. It didn’t matter, he just had to get found to get to the antidote.

He moved forward to the edge of his bed and looked down. It was easily a sixty foot drop, probably more. The duvet reached down most of the way. He didn’t have much of a choice. He braced himself and began to lower his body down keeping a grip on the edge. His feet probed for a hold as he dangled perilously. He quickly changed his mind, this was a bad idea. He started trying to pull himself up but couldn’t, it was no use. He just hung there stupidly. There was only so much he could manage, his grip waned and he fell. He slid around forty feet flailing his arms. He pushed another ten feet before he caught on to the edge of his duvet. He had his arms clutched around a popper that sealed up the bottom of the cover. He squeezed tighter trying to find some way to get back up. The seal broke and popped apart. He fell to the floor and landed on his back. He lay there for a few minutes sweating and terrified.

After a while Oliver pulled himself up, he checked himself over and was surprised that he wasn’t more hurt. He had little ache in his side but other than that he was fine. Being this size the falls must not affect him the same he reasoned. It was a long trek to the door. He was relieved that it had been left slightly open, although it looked as if he could fit under the frame if he had needed to. He couldn’t act the same way in the hallway, it was dangerous now he could easily be stepped on. So he pushed himself against the skirting board and started to walk. He reached out and dragged his hand against the wooden side as he walked, softly guiding his fingers over the bumps and crevices. It was easy, after a few minutes he was outside Lacey’s door, it stretched up like a monument to the sky.

This time he needed to go under, he pulled his body under the frame. It was a tight squeeze and he grazed himself a couple of times but he did it. He stood there in awe in the unbearably pink room. It was on everything, not that he hadn’t been in here before but it felt like a whole new world now. She didn’t seem to be in here. He decided that he should get off the floor quickly and to some place high where Lacey would see him. He headed towards her bed, there was a couple of books stacked on top of each other. He figured he could use these to reach up to her quilt covers and from there climb on to her desk. He was sure she would see him there. He was putting his foot up onto the second book when the door swung open. Lacey’s giant form headed right for him.

‘Lacey’ he shouted ‘I’m down here, help!’

She clearly wasn’t paying attention and was in a bit of a hurry. Oliver could hear the music blaring out of her headphones, she always had it turned up way too loud. Her hands reached down on both sides, she picked up the books and slung them into a backpack. She zipped it shut and left.

It was dark and uncomfortable, he was being juggled about with every few steps. He had no idea what kept slamming against him.

Lacey was on her way up to the school, her back pack wrapped over one shoulder bounced against her waist from how low she had it adjusted.

His hands dug into the side and he tried to wedge his body into a corner, he couldn’t take being thrown from one side to then being thrown against the other. He was in the very edge clinging on. This was the part that would slam against the titanic teen’s waist. He was going to be hit every few seconds but he could at least prevent the bounce of being thrown across her bag to then slide back down again. The journey seemed to drag on, he was getting tired of having to hold himself up to avoid the unaware torment of his sister.

It had taken a while to get up the school, she’d been walking faster and had gotten fed up with the sharp poke of her bag as it dug into side. She went to sit down and causally threw her bag underneath the desk.

The motion sent Oliver flying from his position, this time he really felt it. A book had caught him in the side and had really shot a searing pain right through him. He reached his side and cupped it in his hands. He pushed down to test the waters and screamed. He could already feel a bruise forming. He was sure he had twisted or pulled something.

She leaned forward and unzipped her bag pulling out a note pad and history book. Then fumbled around for a minute feeling for a pen, she flicked something out the way that had pinched against her fingers. Thinking she must have caught it on the inside pocket zip, she kept feeling undisturbed and found her pen right at the bottom.

He had been so close when her hand entered. He had gripped on to her finger to get lifted out, but was flicked to the back. He saw her hand retreat holding a pen and knew he had missed his chance. There was no way he was staying in there though. Another walk like that and he would find himself crushed under her books. The zip was left open and the bag was lying flat on the floor. This shouldn’t be too hard he thought, but as he stood he felt the sting in his side and knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He clambered steadily across the padded surface until he came to the opening. He looked up past the rows of teeth and could only see the legs of his sister, the view cut off by the underside of her desk.

‘Great she can’t even look down and see me’ he mumbled.

He lowered himself over the lip of the bag and roughly slid down the edge to reach the floor. It was cold against his skin, he took baby steps forward arriving at a very large pair of trainers. He was exhausted and there was no way he could climb all the way up her legs. He compromised on just making it up to her shoes for now. He had to jump but managed to get a hand into a small hole that was meant for air flow. His other hand followed reaching ahead. This felt like rock climbing to him. The foot jostled as Lacey twisted it on her heel. He almost fell off but kept his resolve, another swing of his arm and he had reached the summit. There was nowhere to go from here so he tucked his body interwoven between her laces, he rested his arms on top and shifted to try and get comfortable. His sister however was not such a relaxed individual. She was always moving, her feet tapped together and spun and twisted. She was restless and found it hard to do nothing. Oliver hadn’t counted on this and was lifted into the air and swung back and forth. He really startled to struggle when her other foot crossed over and rested above him. Her heel grinded on the tongue of her trainer that resided just behind him. The action sent a crumbling of dirt and grime falling down on top of him, and every now and then she would shake her foot to make sure there was nothing on it. He was glad when she changed over and he was on the top shoe, the heel had been just behind him and he thought to himself how he had almost become a smear on the bottom his sister’s foot. The thought revolted him. He loved everything about the giantess scene but he never wanted any of that to be with his sister. Her feet went back to tapping and he went back to trying to hold his lunch.

After what seemed to be an eternity he heard the bell. He was just glad to be getting out of this foot play. Lacey packed up her stuff and left. He gripped hard to her lace while being swung forward, then seeing the other leg pass in front and then swinging past it again. The motion sickness started taking hold and he started feeling queasy. She made a brief stop at her locker, which gave him a little respite. He gagged and gasped trying to breathe, the whole experience was horrible and he seemed to be in a constant panic. She took out a smaller bag and went on the move again.

She headed towards her next class, she had become a little late on her detour to her locker so she switched to a soft jog. It didn’t feel too out of place because she had gym next anyway.

Oliver shut his eyes and his ride started getting faster it was horrible. The blurring vision of the hallway, the wind immersing his body. He couldn’t look he knew he’d be sick if he did. He turned away and hugged the top of her shoe, it couldn’t get much worse.

Lacey never bothered with untying her shoes, not unless she was putting them on. She leaned back on the bench of the girls changing room and wiggled her foot side to side to loosen the laces. After a few twists she managed to push her heel up out of the top. She reached down and pulled her trainer off, fighting a little resistance from her foot. It popped off and she threw it underneath the bench and started working on the other one.

The motion set Oliver loose from his safe hold in her laces. He skidded across the tiled floor and saw the trainer roll towards him, it stopped short leaving him with the view of the rubber sole that had clumps of dirt bigger than he was in the tread. He fell back in relief, and then remembered where he was. He saw Lacey’s hand come back down, blindly reaching under the bench. The trainer was snatched away. She seemed to change remarkably fast. He saw her walking away to the other side of the room with her school clothes and trainers stuffed loosely in her bag and hang them up on the wall. She ran out of the room to catch up with the rest of her class.

He was left stranded. So he made a plan, get to Lacey’s bag and hang out there till she gets back. At least if she didn’t notice him straight away he would get a ride back home. The only problem was that the bag was hung up on the other side of the room. He had to act otherwise he’d be stuck, so he started making the walk across.

After a three minute walk he was just about half way across when the door opened. Oliver looked round in horror to see the sixth form sports science girls coming in from their last class to change back. He turned and started to run as the pack headed straight for him laughing and talking between themselves. As he was making progress one of the girl’s feet swung down. The last thing he saw was the sole of her shoe before he was trampled. The air was pushed out of his lungs, but he was surprised to see that he could still see. The foot lifted up and he saw the floor rushing towards him again. This time the foot didn’t lift up, but he was still breathing, he was caught in some gunk in the arch of her shoe. She must have been standing still, he started tearing to pull his arm free. He saw the floor once again and the shape of her fingers clutching the sides of the trainer. He was lifted in the air and flipped around to come face to face with the gigantic girl. Her face studied him intently and he saw her mouth at him clearly ‘what the hell’. Her pillar like fingers dug underneath his body and pulled him out.

She had pale skin and was lightly freckled, she had an almost flawless smile that drew to the side in a cute look of contemplation. Her fingers pushed up against him and rubbed his small form between them, not really believing what they had. He tried to fight it but it wasn’t any good, he found his body betraying him as he became hard between the girl’s fingers.

‘Eww’ she said noticing what had happened.

‘What’s wrong?’ Rebecca said as she approached Hannah.

‘Oh nothing’ Hannah quickly replied stuffing her tiny find into her bag underneath the gym top she’d just taken off, ‘I thought I saw a bug, but I must have just imagined it’.

‘Shit’ Oliver burst out to himself and started hitting against the inner walls of the bag. He gasped and choked getting the thick stench of sweat stinging his nostrils with every breath. It didn’t take him long to find that as long as he didn’t exert himself he could take in slow shallow breaths while pinching his nose shut. He still got a thick taste of it but it was at least bearable now.
Hannah pushed her shorts in the top and whipped the bag up on to her shoulder. She left in a hurry, she had a double free period before her last class and she figured she could cut that. She was going home, there would be nobody in for a few hours and she’d have the privacy to find out just what that little thing was. She was still doubting it had even happened when she got to home, but it must have, she saw him with her own eyes. She felt him get hard in her hands, she couldn’t have imagined that.

Oliver was dropped on to her desk and received a barrage of finger prodding.

‘You are real, a tiny man’ Hannah said as pushed down on his body pinning him to the desk.

‘Can’t… breathe’ he choked out.

‘Oh I’m sorry’ she relaxed her finger pulling it off his chest, ‘what are you?’

‘I’m human just like you, I’m Oliver. I got shrunk accidentally and was trying to get help’ he lied.

‘Well Oliver I’m Hannah. So how did you shrink, how is that possible?’

‘Shrink services’

Her computer was already on and she started typing away.
‘It’s a pill’ she said bluntly, ‘accidentally? Did you wanna change that?’

He looked up embarrassed.

‘You like it, oh god was that what you were doing in the girls changing rooms? Spying on us.’

‘No!’ he yelled ‘I… I was just trying it at home when I couldn’t get to the antidote. I tried getting my sister to help but I was caught up with her school things and that’s how I got to the changing room, I got separated and then you found me. I wasn’t trying to look.’

She looked down incredulously at the tiny man. He looked like he was telling the truth she thought to herself.
‘So nobody knows you’re shrunk then?’


‘No, that’s why I need your help, you have to get me back to my sister.’

She turned back to the monitor and flicked through some giantess pages that had come up as suggestions.

‘So you really like this stuff?’

‘Uh… yeah… I don’t know why, I just… I needed to try it.’

‘Well it would be a shame if I just gave you back to your sister and you didn’t get to try anything’ She smirked down at him with that cute sideways smile, ‘and I think after you trying to get a look at me earlier I should get to have a little fun too’

Now.

It had seemed like hours, Oliver barely moved anymore. The warm fluids around him had quickly cooled becoming a thick cement to hold him in place. Every so often a soft gurgle could be heard that triggered a noticeable shudder within the contents of Mia’s lingerie. The delicate lace weighed a ton and pressed firmly against its’ captive. Mia rolled back in her sleep, her hand gently found its’ way down and softly caressed herself and then dropped down to her side. The probing fingers had been his salvation, her cum had dried out and began to flake away with her subtle movements. He managed to a pull an arm out and started clawing away at his other limbs. There was just enough wiggle room that he could twist himself free and slide underneath. It was hotter underneath, he wretched at the smell. Her flesh barrelled down on him, clenching reactively to his movements. It was worse, it was much worse. No longer was he trapped between the sticky folds of her womanhood and the mass of thick lace, but he was wedged and pulled back between the (what most may consider petit) now humongous cheeks of her butt. Mia riled at the sensation, a smile spread across her face and she began to stir from her slumber. She gently moved up and down trying to get comfortable and drift back to sleep. The movement only pained him, he was being ground together by her rear end. Her underwear rode up and pulled the prisoner further up. The tickling sensation was enough to wake Mia up, she paused and leaned back enjoying it. She knew her little toy had found its’ way back there and it was amazing. She moaned with the helpless struggles. She slid her fingers down and traced his body shape on the outside of her panties. The desire took over, she pressed her fingers down and moved him further in.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’ they both shouted ‘oh god’

The pressure increased, her fingers moved him in tiny circles. The stench was hell, he was being pushed into her, and he flailed his arms out trying to push back against the swallowing force of her anus. Her loud cries had been the giveaway that she was awake and was going to do anything she wanted with him. His arm bent around and twisted, he yelled out in pain and instinctively grabbed at it with his other arm. He had positioned himself perfectly as an awaiting dildo for her. The next push and he was in. He was devoured up to his torso and was quickly riding further in.

‘Hellloooo… I’m back’ Lauren called out, slamming the door behind her.

‘Shit’ Mia muttered, she reached into her panties and grabbed a hold of one of the frantically kicking legs. She dangled him upside down in front of her face, ‘not a word, understand?’

Oliver feebly nodded back at her, his eyes tearing up.

Mia rushed in to a pair of jogging bottoms and slipped a tank top on. She grabbed Oliver and concealed him within her fist.

She headed to the door and unlocked it slowly to avoid any noise. She opened the door slightly and could hear Lauren in the kitchen putting some things away. This was her chance, she moved up the stairs and headed straight to the bathroom.

The giant fist unclenched and he had no idea what he was looking at at first. Until a torrent of water spewed out. He slid down the palm of her hand to be caught in the clutches of the other. He was moved briskly back and forth rolled underneath the waterfall. He was raised up under the soap dispenser and took in a quick gasping breath to get a mouthful of overbearingly lemon scented soap. She rubbed him again in her hands and washed away the soap. He came out spluttering and coughing to meet Mia’s tank top. She rubbed him over herself to dry him off.

‘Mia are you in?’ Lauren shouted from downstairs.

‘Uh yes just a minute’ she called back. She ran to Lauren’s room opened the drawer, threw Oliver inside and slammed it shut all in one motion.

Oliver slunk back in the drawer, completely dehumanised and shaken by the ordeal. He curled up and began to cry.