Black splotches receded into the corners of his vision, revealing a hazy mess of red and yellow swirling about before him. The air was heavy and difficult to swallow, as if something was pressing down on him from all sides. He tried to move his arms but the energy in his body had been completely drained. The ground was shaking, moving, beneath him; it took all of his strength just to lift his head up slightly. Slowly, more senses returned to him as he gained his bearings. A musty smell permeated the air and he suddenly became aware of the intense heat across his body. A blob of red and black towered over him as the ringing in his ears subsided. He could barely make out a sound, a voice, calling out to him.

"Wake up."

      The mystery voice echoed all around him, it poured into his ears as if it was being channeled directly into his mind. His vision grew clearer and his arms responded to his commands; he rubbed his eyes before surveying his surroundings. Even in his current stupor, the scene before him was unmistakable: the boy laid naked at the foot of a preposterously huge penis draped over a pair of equally enormous balls.

"There we go. That's better."

      Looking further above, the boy spied a belly button and two gigantic breasts before locking eyes with a terrifying visage looming over him.

"Hey there! You're a bit of a sleepy head, aren't ya'?"

      A smile appeared on the massive face hanging over him. Fear took over the boy and he sprang to his feet before dashing in the other direction.

"Ah, wait! I just-,"

      Red walls closed in from both sides, blocking his escape. It took him a second to realize the barriers belonged to the giant creature; she had formed a pen by surrounding the boy with her legs and feet.

"...want to talk. Well, more than talk, really, but for starters: talk."

      The boy turned to face the colossal figure and his legs gave out beneath him as the reality of the situation hit him. Sitting, rather casually, before him, was an impossibly huge woman, completely naked from head to toe save for the black necklace she wore. Though his brain hastily registered it as a woman, the gargantuan set of cock and balls between her legs told otherwise. He found himself staring in disbelief at her giant package, she followed his gaze and giggled.

"Heheh, not bad, right?"

      The woman shook her hips, her flaccid penis swayed back and forth as the tip dragged across the ground. At a glance, her balls seemed to be a little bigger than the boy was tall, and an abundance of foreskin hid her monstrous cockhead from view.

"There's no need to be shy. Here, look!"

      The boy had no time to react before the woman's hand snatched him up from behind and brought him between her legs. The overbearing stench of her genitals washed over him, powerless to resist, she pressed his entire body into her sweaty scrotum.

"See, nothing to be afraid of."

      His cries for help were muffled against the smooth skin of her scrotum as she smeared him all over her genitals. Cupping her balls with the same hand, she lifted her ballsack and placed the boy under her testicles, pinning him beneath the weight of her scrotum. Struggling with all his might, the boy could just barely peek his head out from under the mountain of warm flesh. Choking on her musk as he gasped for air, he noticed her amber eyes gleaming down at him.

"Sorry about that, I just can't have you running around all over the bed."

      She propped her elbow up on her thigh and rested her chin in the palm of her hand before continuing.

"Now, you're probably wondering where you are or why you're here, but the only thing you NEED to know is that I'm the one in charge around here."

      The woman's warm smile betrayed the threatening undertone of her message. He begged for mercy, but she simply waved her hand in front of her face and furrowed her brow.

"Ah, sorry, I can't understand a word you're saying. I'm afraid our conversations are going to be pretty one-sided for a while."

      Leaning back, the woman adjusted her posture and her ballsack shifted slightly, smothering the boy anew.

"But that's okay, it's not like you have anything important to say."

      She chuckled, apparently pleased with her own quip, causing her scrotum to tremble on top of him.

"So whenever you're ready to listen, just tell me -err, just, uhh, just give 'em a good squeeze when you're ready."

      Desperate for a reprieve, the boy obeyed, gripping the boulder of flesh as hard as he could with both hands.

"Mmn, good, you're a quick learner."

      She reached down between her legs and pinched his arm between her fingers, dragging him out from under her crotch and onto the bed. Completely spent from wrestling with her privates, the boy merely lied on his back, resigned to his fate. There was no way he could resist, he couldn't even handle the weight of only one of her balls, and she was clearly just toying with him. Looking up at his tormentor, he noticed how similar she looked to the stereotypical depictions of demons in various cartoons and art: horns, wings, and red skin; the whole nine-yards. Despite all he had been through, he still couldn't believe something so fantastical could actually be real, but he quickly sobered up at the sound of her voice when she addressed him once more.

"Now that we've gotten to know each other, I guess I really should fill you in on what's happening here."

      Gesturing with her arm, she made a large sweeping motion in the air as she spoke.

"This is my house, but you're not a guest, you're more like, hmm,"

      The woman scratched her head and frowned as she tried to think of the right word.

"...like, a pet? Well, not really a pet, but 'slave' sounds too harsh. Then again, you're pretty much exactly a slave, so yeah, you're a slave. My slave."

      Having won the argument with herself, she smiled proudly at the boy, as if her words were intended to give him comfort.

"Considering your current situation, that would make me... your god."

      The woman seemed to have no trouble deciding a title for herself, and the confidence in her tone sent shivers down his spine.

"But that doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?"

      Terrified, the boy nodded frantically in agreement. She narrowed her gaze and a mischievous grin crept across her face as she spoke.

"And as your new best friend, I have a favor to ask you. You mind giving me a hand?"

      Pointing down at her crotch, evidently, whatever she needed help with involved her package, or more specifically, her massive, uncut cock. The boy stood up, a look of bewilderment on his face as he stared at her genitals, then up at her.

"Don't look at me, it's not going to peel itself."

      She thrust her waist towards the boy and almost knocked him over with the tip. She seemed perfectly capable of handling her own junk but he was hardly in a position to question her. He approached her penis cautiously, the familiar heat and smell of her genitals turned the air between her legs humid. Her abundance of foreskin lay in a wrinkled pile at his feet and, lifting one side up over his head, the tunnel of flesh was easily large enough for him to crawl into comfortably. Shuddering at the thought, he quickly set it down and climbed on top to grab it from the other side. The woman stared intently, giggling at the sight of the tiny person fumbling around with her privates, but as time passed, the boy had made almost no headway and it was clear this would take a while.

"Wow, you really suck at this."

      The frankness of her words stung more than they probably should have, he had honestly tried his best at the ridiculous task assigned to him.

"Oh well, I guess everybody has to start somewhere. We'll work on it later."

     Brushing him aside with her hand, she pinched the end of her bundle of foreskin and stretched it out, demonstrating its impressive length and elasticity to the boy.

"As you can see, all this extra skin makes certain things more... difficult. I feel like I do a pretty good job, all things considered, but I've been meaning to get a second opinion."

      She avoided eye-contact as she spoke, her eyes wandered around the room and she repeatedly touched the tips of her fingers together, suggesting some level of apprehension or embarrassment regarding the topic at hand. But it didn't take a genius to figure out what she was referring to, the boy took a deep breath to prepare himself for whatever might come next as she positioned the tip of her penis between her fingers. With the swift downward motion of her hand across the shaft, her foreskin peeled like a curtain being drawn, revealing her swollen glans to the boy.

"Be honest; on a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?"

      The sudden influx of odors emanating from her freshly exposed member caused a burning sensation in his nose and lungs. Even through watery eyes, he noticed the glistening sheen of oily sweat that covered the entirety of her naked penis. The room was spinning as a wave of nausea washed over the boy. He covered his mouth with his hands and doubled over on his knees; the musty air beneath her scrotum was paradise compared to the oppressive stench wafting from her filthy cock. Any claims of doing "a pretty good job" were a blatant lie; if he had a hundred fingers on each hand, it still wouldn't convey his level of disgust. She gave her penis a few quick pumps to get it up to full size; the inhumanly large tower of flesh came up to just below her breasts. After finally taking notice of the boy in distress, she put on her best surprised face and spoke with an incredulous tone in a pathetic attempt at feigning ignorance.

"That bad, huh? I don't know, maybe it's just the lighting. Why don't you take a closer look?"

      Before she had even finished her sentence, she scooped the boy into the palm of her hand and carried him up close to the back of her grimy cockhead.

"You seem like you know your stuff; give it a good once-over, show me how it's done."

     The dangerously sharp edges of her fangs were visible inside her enormous grin as she smiled at the boy atop her palm. She was a fool if she actually thought he could singlehandedly remedy what must have resulted from weeks worth of neglect, but, of course, he knew that this was all some cruel charade and that she fully expected him to play his part. Recoiling in disgust, he tripped over himself when he instinctively backed away from the dirty wall of flesh. Her look of amusement quickly morphed into a deadly serious glare as she peered down at the quivering mess the boy had become inside her hand. Tilting her hand slightly, she gradually formed an incline with her palm, causing him to slide towards her greasy shaft. Out of sheer desperation, he turned around and grabbed the top of her hand, holding on for dear life. Fed up with his insubordination, she mercilessly closed her hand around her penis, forcefully pressing him against her cock. The sweltering heat inside her iron grip stifled his cries for forgiveness and the slimy flesh of her throbbing member undulated across his back. Helpless and on the verge of tears, his punishment only worsened as the woman began to rub her hand up and down the length of her penis, using his body as a rag to clean up her mess. Once she started to drag her hand from side to side, he rolled over in her grasp, and his entire body was coated in her filth. She tightened her grip the more he struggled and the boy was sure she intended to grind him to dust against her erection. With empty eyes and a face devoid of emotion she offered some helpful advice to the boy between her fingers.

"You know, this'll go a lot smoother for the both of us if you just do everything I tell you, when I tell you."

      After the last bit of slime had been removed from her genitals, she relented, and flung his soiled body down onto the bed in front of her. He stumbled to his feet and wiped the oily sweat from his face, but instantly wished he hadn't once his eyes met her piercing stare. Paralyzed with fear, she effortlessly pushed him down onto his back with her finger, balancing the pointed tip of her nail on his throat. Sweat ran down his forehead as she held her finger over him like a guillotine waiting to fall. Every second was agony as he dare not move or run the risk of upsetting her further. However, as she held him there, the edges of her mouth twitched, her cheeks puffed up, and eventually she burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"Pfffff, ahahaha! Oh, wow! You should've seen the look on your face! Just precious!"

      The entire bed shook as she rolled around in delight at his misery. The boy, simply grateful to be free of her finger, caught his breath as the uncomfortable reality of his tiny, fleshy frame settled in. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she sat up, partially regaining her composure.

"No, but seriously, work with me here. If you want to keep that immortal body, you're going to have to meet me halfway".

      She noticed his ears perk up at the mention of the word "immortal".

"Oh, right. I forgot to mention our arrangement. In exchange for a little of my power-"

      The woman twirled her finger around in the air like a wand, seemingly as though she were casting a spell on the boy.

"...you get to live on forever. As my slave. Forever."

      Her insistence on hammering the point home for him was unnecessary, he understood her immediately, much to his horror. The woman frowned and began to rub her chin, indicating she was not overly fond of her choice of words once again.

"I said 'arrangement', but this was really more an executive decision type deal. I do all the paperwork, sign on the dotted line, and you get to reap the benefits. No need to thank me."

      She closed her eyes and turned up her nose with an air of superiority, implying she actually expected him to thank her for this act of selflessness. Instead, the boy inspected his body thoroughly, looking for any evidence that might support her claim. Remembering his predicament just a few moments earlier, he certainly didn't feel immortal and his search revealed nothing in the way of proof that he had undergone any such change, aside from his current height.

"What, you don't believe me? Check this out."

      He looked up to see what she meant but instead found her giant hand hovering right in front of his face, her fingers bent in a shape he hardly recognized all too late. He barely managed to raise his hands to protect his face before the woman's index finger slammed into his chest with the force of a runaway train when she flicked him off the side of the bed. The boy's sense of direction was shattered as he tumbled backwards through the air, flailing his arms in a vain attempt to grab hold of anything that might save him. His tiny body crashed into the carpet like a meteor from outer space, clear on the other side of the room. The woman's uproarious laughter echoed off the walls as he lay there motionless wondering what he had done to deserve such a cruel fate.
      A few moments passed and the boy was surprised to find that, not only had he survived the fall in one piece, but he was in considerably less pain than he anticipated. After righting himself, he checked up and down his body for any scratches or bruising he might have sustained on impact, but there were no signs of trauma to be found; it seems the woman was telling the truth. Once she had recovered from her self-induced bout of hysteria, she sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed, scanning the room for the wayward boy. After spying him out on the carpet, her eyes dimmed and a scowl formed on her face as she realized her fatal mistake.

"Aww, shit. I have to get up now, don't I?"

      She muttered under her breath, cursing her luck. The terrible price of her shortsightedness amounted to nothing more than a minor inconvenience, but for the notoriously lazy woman, it was almost too much to bear. Begrudgingly, she shuffled off the bed, dragging her feet like a spoiled child as she made her way towards the boy.

"Hang on, I'll be right with you."

      The ground trembled beneath him as she lumbered across the room, her oversized balls bouncing against her thighs with each step she took. As she approached, the boy finally gained an appreciation for just how small he was compared to her; the closer she came, the more he had to crane his neck to keep all of her in view. Standing directly over the boy, he barely came up to her ankles as she towered over him.

"How's the weather down there?"

      From between her legs, he couldn't see her face beyond her cock and balls, but he could hear her grinning through the sarcastic tone in her voice. Cradling her genitals in one hand, she continued to stroke herself sensually as she squatted down, lowering her waist towards him. As she nursed her erection, her scrotum dangled above the boy, swaying back and forth in rhythm with her motions and sending a few drops of sweat raining down onto him. Entranced by her shameless display of indecency, he failed to realize she had no intention of stopping as she crouched down and her rear end overtook him when she settled onto the ground.

"Ahh~, is this seat taken?"

      The carpet floor was much less forgiving than the bed and the crushing weight of her entire upper body rested on top of the boy trapped beneath her cheeks. The steady rippling movements of her flesh across his body confirmed that she was indeed still jerking off above him, no doubt to the thought of his tiny body pinned under her fat ass. She moved her waist around in a small circle, grinding him into the carpet as she laid out the ground rules.

"Bottom line is: as long as you stay on my good side, nobody gets hurt.

      He was shocked to hear she had a good side, the majority of their time spent together thus far was on her underside. The warm flesh had conformed to his body, wrapping him in a blanket of dark red and rendering him completely immobile. Fortunately, his back was to the floor, and, remembering his previous instruction, he squeezed her ass as hard as he could in hopes that she might respond. The woman sighed and took a break from pleasuring herself to pluck the boy out from under her butt and set him down between her legs. Having granted his request, she swiftly resumed masturbating with renewed vigor, as if making up for lost time. The boy merely sat there, staring in awe as she casually rubbed one out in the middle of the room. However, after a short while of lonely stroking, she stopped suddenly and blurted out in exasperation.

"Come on, don't leave me hanging!"

      The boy threw his hands up in the air to signify his confusion, and she answered by pointing at her cock as she gave it another couple of quick pumps. His eyes widened and his face turned as red as her skin once he realized what she wanted. The boy hesitated, staring down at his crotch in utter disbelief, but looked up just in time to see her smile slowly fade away as her patience wore thin. Fearing further punishments, he quickly sat down and took his own member up in hand, mimicking her posture.

"Good boy!~"

      Thoroughly pleased with his obedience, her smile returned and the two began masturbating in concert. He couldn't help but feel a bit inferior; from his point of view, he was eye-level with the lower half of her gigantic balls as they jiggled on the floor. Their pace gradually began to quicken, and he took the time to truly get acquainted with his new master, soaking up the view laid out before him. The absurdity of his situation was not lost on him, but he could not deny the woman's beauty; the sight of her breasts bouncing slightly as she expertly maneuvered her hand across her cock was especially arousing. His new-found enthusiasm got the better of him and a dab of precum bubbled up out of his glans. He glanced away in embarrassment, continuing to diligently hold up his end of the bargain, but the sudden noise of raucous squelching distracted him. It didn't take long to realize the sound was coming from the woman's penis; copious amounts of precum leaked from high above, and much of it had already dribbled down her shaft and scrotum, forming a puddle beneath her balls. The sheer amount of liquid oozing from her cock had to be a sign of some illness or defect, but she merely flashed a bigger smile and continued pumping as the liquid ran between her fingers.
      The boy was nearing his limit, and he wasn't quite sure what would happen if he went first, so he became more judicious with his motions and awaited her next move. As if on cue, the woman got up on her knees and brandished her cock, angling it down towards the boy. She leaned over as she continued to stroke herself, swallowing the boy in her shadow. Suddenly overcome with anxiety, his hands were on autopilot as unpleasant premonitions in the back of his mind were unfolding before him. A thick rope of precum swung wildly from her urethra and between labored breaths the woman spoke with a familiar, mischievous grin on her face.

"You know, I've had my eye on you for quite a while."

      She winked at the boy, just in case he didn't catch the symbolism as she held him at gunpoint.

"And now that you're finally here, I'm finding it hard to, umf, contain myself."

      Her voice was erratic and her hands moved at a fever pitch. He was sure any minute now she would bury him under a mountain of hot demon semen and the tension was enough to make him want to scream. Precum continued to spill out from the head and it was becoming more cloudy than clear, but still she prolonged her sweet release. He could already picture it, his tiny body floating inside a puddle of jizz like an insect trapped in amber; he just hoped she would have the decency to fish him out before he dried into the carpet. Finally, the woman bit her lip just as her glans flared up, and in a brief moment of clarity, the boy regretted not finishing himself as he came to terms with the fact that he was a split second away from becoming the lucky recipient of the world's largest pearl necklace.

"FUUUUUUCK!"

      The deafening sound of her voice as she cried out in ecstasy reverberated through his body, but he was immediately aware of the distinct lack of viscous goo he was scheduled to be drowned in. He opened his eyes to the sight of the woman hunched over, wincing in pain as she clutched the head of her penis tightly, her thumb planted squarely over the urethra. The corner of her eye twitched, and her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath, but she eked out a smirk to mask her discomfort. In an incredible and bizarre display of restraint, the woman had deliberately cut off her orgasm at the last second; the boy's own genitals ached in sympathy for her pain. Grateful as he was that she hadn't annihilated him with her climax, he wondered what might have possessed her to do such a thing. She offered no such explanation and simply collapsed down onto her back, splaying her limbs out onto the floor like a beached starfish. Her body was drenched in sweat in the wake of her failed orgasm and she let loose a vulgar sigh up towards the ceiling, leaving her towering erection to twitch angrily in defiance between her legs.

"Sorry kid, but I'm all tuckered out. You wouldn't believe what a pain in the ass it is to bring a little goody two-shoes like you over to the other side."

     He suspected there was some ulterior motive to her actions, but it was no use pontificating without any way to communicate with her directly. Her throbbing member eventually crumbled, tumbling down onto her balls before she sat up to console the boy.

"I know you were looking forward to getting blasted by yours truly, but I can make it up to you. I've got something I'm sure you're going to love."

      She snapped her fingers and a searing pain shot through his right leg. He looked down and was horrified at the sight of his entire leg engulfed in flame. Panicking, he tried to smother the fire with his hands but it continued to burn unabated. He pleaded with the woman in desperation, however, by the time he looked back down at his leg, the inferno had subsided, and in its place was a black band just above his ankle. Bending down to examine the foreign object, a quick analysis showed it was wrapped impossibly tight around his leg; the bracelet wouldn't budge no matter how hard he pulled. The glint of something metallic caught his eye and he was baffled to find a large link of a chain connected to the bracelet, a detail he somehow managed to miss. His eyes followed the thread, the links growing in size as they grew closer to the end, eventually arriving at the source: a large black band wrapped snugly around the base of the woman's cock.

"Well, aren't we cute?~"

       She was obviously referring to their matching accessories, but the boy couldn't help but get cold feet at the prospect of such an unholy matrimony. There wasn't much slack in the chain, and the vast majority of his sphere of influence was already taken up by her genitals. As the lesser half of a two-man chain gang, any notion of privacy and personal space went out the window, though he hoped she might at least cut him loose whenever either of them needed to use the restroom. On the bright side, he was glad it was an ankle bracelet, as opposed to a collar, or worse. The boy was so busy counting his blessings that he failed to realize his partner in crime was slumped over on her side with head in hand, having nearly succumbed to fatigue.

"I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to call it a night."

      Her eyes glazed over and a weary yawn slipped through her fingers as she covered her mouth. Judging by the light shining through the window behind the bed, whatever served as a sun in this strange land was in the midst of setting. Admittedly, the boy was rather exhausted himself, and the promise of a good night's sleep was an offer he couldn't refuse.
      He nearly dozed off on the spot as he lay there on the carpet, waiting for the woman to carry him into bed, but he received a rude awakening when she carelessly rose to her feet, yanking him up into the air along with her. Dangling upside down beneath her scrotum, he swung like a pendulum as she stumbled towards the bed. He tried to grab hold of her leg as he smacked against her inner thigh but the surface of her skin was too smooth and slick with sweat to garner a workable grip. Stopping at the foot of her bed, the woman stretched her arms above her head and let out another hearty yawn before scratching an itch under her ballsack, jostling the boy at the end of the chain in every direction. She turned sideways and he reached up to grab the chain, righting himself just in time to brace for impact as she crashed down into the bed with a heavy thud. The woman settled in and reached for a pillow to prop her head onto; it was clear she was struggling to stay awake as she mumbled a final few words to the boy.

"If you need anything, you know... where to find me."

      Her voice trailed off as she drifted in and out of consciousness until she finally fell asleep for good. Alone in the room, the boy sat there, silently, watching the subtle movements of her chest as she slept. This was the closest he'd been to her upper body since he arrived, and looking down at his shackles, the chain anchoring him to her genitals was definitely longer than he remembered; she must have used her power to grant him some extra leeway for the night. He debated taking advantage of this newly acquired freedom to examine the sleeping giant up close. She had given him her permission, in a sense, but the thought of what punishment might await him if he accidentally roused her from her slumber stopped him in his tracks. With not much else to do and nowhere else to go, the boy lied down on his back and stared up at the ceiling as the last bits of sunlight faded from the room and moonlight crept in. While he wasn't entirely on-board with the idea of being someone's slave or pet, and the notion of spending the foreseeable future tethered to a giant woman's cock was certainly not something he had considered previously, he figured the marked change of pace and scenery couldn't be all bad, after all, he was "immortal" now. He admired the look of tranquility on her face as he rolled over on the bed and closed his eyes, before letting the gentle hum of the woman's breathing lull him to sleep.

     It must have been sometime around midnight when he found himself awake, staring up at the darkened ceiling. The pale moonlight that trickled in through the window above cast a faint glow upon the bed and it took a while for his eyes to adjust in the shadow of the slumbering giant. Sounds of the woman snoring and the black band above his ankle reminded him that the events earlier in the day were not the product of an overactive imagination. The boy gave a weary yawn and sat up straight before turning his head to check on his master. She had rolled over onto her back in her sleep, which was fortunate for him since he would've been squished beneath her stomach had she turned the other way. He made a mental note to pay more attention when picking places to sleep as he stood up to stretch his legs. The boy took a few steps back to admire the great wall of red that spanned the distance from one side of the bed to the other. After a short while of staring idly at the subtle movements of the woman's chest as it rose and fell, he suddenly remembered why he had woken up in the first place: he was freezing his ass off!

     The boy rubbed his hands together and brought them up to his mouth, but his heart nearly skipped a beat when he noticed he could actually see his breath! There had to be some mistake, he looked up to see if perhaps she had left the window open during the night, but the window was shut as far as he could tell and he couldn't feel a draft coming from any direction either. To keep from losing the feeling in his limbs, he stomped his feet and swung his arms around as he investigated the bizarre change in temperature. Running up and down the bed as far as his leash allowed, he peered into the darkness in hopes of finding a reasonable explanation for his extreme discomfort. Ultimately, his search turned up nothing and he refocused his attention on getting warm, fast.

     His first thought was to get under the covers, but the hulking behemoth next to him had fallen asleep on top of them in her laziness, and there was simply no way he could get her to budge. The woman's snoring intensified for a moment and the boy nearly kicked himself once he finally realized he could just borrow some of her body heat. He crashed into the soft side of her belly at full speed, not caring if might wake her up in his recklessness. Compared to the frigid air around him, her skin was hot to the touch and he greedily soaked up as much warmth as he could by smothering himself against the wall of flesh. Once his teeth had stopped chattering, he pulled away to catch his breath but was instead assaulted by the prevailing scent of something damp and salty. After taking the time to run his hand across her body, it became obvious that she was STILL sweating; apparently, the icy cold didn't bother her in the slightest as she laid there naked, without a care in the world. Her freakish physiology aside, he could already feel the chill settling in across his body once more and he wasn't about to let a little moisture get in the way of a good night's sleep.

     Down on his hands and knees, the boy prepared to wedge himself into the little bit of space between the side of her belly and the sheets, but quickly thought better of it when he imagined her massive form rolling over on top of him in the night. Looking over towards her arm, the boy figured he could fashion a bed by lying down in her palm and pulling her fingers over himself, but the woman's hands rested far above her head, having shifted in her sleep. Disheartened, but not deterred, he wasn't above spending the night inside her armpit if it meant he could get away from the biting cold. Alas, the chain was too short and the boy stopped just shy of her underarm, taunted by the faintest whiff of its pungent warmth. Inspired by the clinking noise of his shackles, the boy had a stroke of relative genius and dashed towards her leg to test his theory. The woman's meaty thigh was far too big to climb over himself, but by using the links in the chain as a ladder, he was able to climb on top of her waist and gain access to the rest of her body.

     Grinning from ear-to-ear, he stood triumphant like a seasoned explorer atop her thigh before another fit of obnoxiously loud snoring spoiled the mood. He thought about making camp right there on her leg, but its proximity to her genitals and the stench of her musk rising off her scrotum made it undesirable, no matter how warm it might be. The boy set his sights on the vast expanse that was her belly, making sure to crawl on all fours across her waist to ensure he didn't accidentally fall into the musty chasm between her legs.

     Once he reached the lower half of her stomach, the floor evened out and there was enough room to stand without fear of falling off. His next goal was the valley between her breasts; he was sure her cleavage would provide suitable protection against the elements, but first he had to cross the treacherous plains of her belly. As a point of pride, the boy was determined to reach the other side of her stomach without falling down, and he held his arms out to balance himself as the ground swelled and sank beneath his feet. He stared straight ahead as he walked, focusing on her enormous bosom and the promise of warmth. It seems the frigid climate was affecting her after all, he noticed that the woman's nipples were fully erect atop her breasts after being exposed to the night air. Upon reaching the other side of her belly without so much as a stumble, the boy paused to allow for applause from the crowd that was not there, and promptly fell flat on his face when he took his next step. Once again, his leash had come up short, denying him entrance into the promised land. Utterly defeated, he laid there, sulking into her chest, but the unfeeling cold nipped at his back and he was forced to retrace his steps in search of a better place to sleep.

     Desperate times called for desperate measures, and the boy reconsidered the more unconventional options he still had left. Returning to her stomach, the woman's flaccid penis stretched across her lower belly while the head and extra foreskin rested right on top of her navel. Moving even just the tip would be no easy task, he checked his grip against her flesh and made sure he had a steady foothold before he pushed against her cock with all his might. The bulk of her penis slowly shifted across her stomach like the lid sliding off a coffin, revealing her belly button to the open air. Unfortunately, the fleshy hole was a lot smaller and tighter than he had hoped; he could only manage to fit his head or the bottom of his legs inside at best. Refusing to spend another second beneath her sweaty ballsack, he was left with no choice but to make do with the only remaining option; a lesser of two evils.

     Shivering, he stared down, yet again, in disbelief at what he was about to do. The boy took a deep breath and stooped down to grab the top of the woman's foreskin with both hands. He lifted the wrinkled flesh up over his head and shimmied his lower body into the opening, trying his best not to think about what was waiting for him on the other side of the tunnel. By bending his knees and pulling in some of the slack from the chain, the boy was able to fit his entire body inside the sack of extra skin at the end of her penis. The walls were already slick with a fresh coat of grease, but as bad as the odor inside her foreskin was, he could easily think of worse orifices to spend the night inside. He used one of the larger links in the chain to prop up a small opening that allowed fresh air to flow inside and balance out the sweltering heat. Getting greedy, he stretched his legs a little while trying to make himself more comfortable and the bottoms of his feet brushed up against her massive glans. Thoroughly spooked, the little encounter served as a reminder that he was merely a lost lamb that had wandered into the lion's den, and it was best not to stir the beast. Humiliated in more ways than one, he lay there huddled, stewing inside her foreskin, but was grateful for the hospitality, nonetheless. The sound of her snoring outside was muffled by the thick walls surrounding him, and the boy finally allowed himself to doze off into a well-deserved rest. But the sleeping colossus had other plans for him.

     Now it was his turn to shuffle around in his sleep, the boy awoke once again, flipped over in a rather compromising position. He was lying on his back, with his arms and legs above his head, as if he was trying to touch his toes. The space inside her foreskin was considerably hotter than he remembered, and the small opening he had left near the entrance was closed now, plunging the room into complete darkness. Disoriented, he felt around the room with his limbs, searching for the exit, but almost had a panic attack when he couldn't find it. To the boy, it felt like her walls were closing in on him, he frantically thrashed about until he managed to get up on his knees, and only then did he realize that he was sitting in a shallow pool of something warm and sticky. Thinking quickly, he traced the path of his chain in the dark up towards salvation. Reaching up on his tippy-toes, he batted away the flap of foreskin folded over on itself, shedding light on his situation. This time, his heart did skip a beat; the boy was standing in a pool of precum on top of her swollen, throbbing glans. Whether it had been spurred on by his trespass or the result of some spontaneous, erotic impulse, sometime during the night, she had become aroused, leaving her with a chubby, semi-erect penis. He pounded his fists against the walls and cried for help, but the woman couldn't hear his pathetic yelps over her own snoring.

     Once he realized she wasn't going to answer, he devised a different plan of escape: if he could get her aroused just enough, he could ride the head of her cock up out of her foreskin. With no other way of stimulating her, the boy stomped around on top of her glans, massaging the head and splashing precum everywhere. It seemed like his plan was working, he could just barely reach over the edge of the wall to pull himself out, but her throbbing member twitched causing him to lose his footing, and the boy slid right into her lubed-up urethra. He managed to stop himself at the waist, but the floor was so wet and sticky that he couldn't grab on to anything to pull himself out.

     The inside of her penis was decidedly unlike anything he had ever experienced, it felt like being a piece of candy inside a giant mouth, with slimy folds enveloping him on every side, only her plump red lips oozed precum instead of saliva. Fearing he might become a midnight snack for her hungry cock, he redoubled his efforts and put all his strength into a single push. It was a valiant effort, but the woman refused to let her prey escape without a fight, her penis clamped down on the boy, dragging him in up to his stomach. His strength was waning the more he struggled against her cock and he suspected his efforts had really only served to get her off, but just as he was about to give up hope, her member reached full mast, bursting through the roof of foreskin and thrusting him out into the open air.

     From atop her towering erection, he could see the entirety of her upper body and most of the bed; he would've enjoyed taking in the view, were it not for the woman's penis trying to take him in as well. He tried one last time to call for help, and to his surprise, her arm moved in response. The boy gave a sigh of relief as he watched her hand reach towards him, but instead of plucking him out of her glans, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and started to rub up and down its length at a painfully slow pace. At first he thought it was just another joke at his expense, but the rhythmic movements of her hand across her penis caused her urethra to stretch and gape, gobbling him up even further. Chest-deep inside her cock, only his arms and head remained above her glans, while precum spurted up out of the spaces in-between. The woman showed no signs of stopping and it was clear this was no joke; the boy was forced to accept an inconvenient truth: she was masturbating in her sleep.

     Fortunately, it seemed that his upper body was just a little too big for her to swallow. Unfortunately, that meant her semen had nowhere to go, and the pressure began to mount inside her penis. He could feel the waves of ecstasy rippling through her body while hot cum swirled around between his legs. The woman's head tilted back and an appallingly obscene moan of pleasure escaped her lips; he could see the edges of her fangs gleaming inside her mouth as the moonlight bounced off of them. She had reached her breaking point, her glans was rock hard and her cock had plumped up to its maximum size, refusing to bend. There was a slight tingling sensation at his feet, and a mannish grunt from the woman, before he was shot out of her cock at the height of her climax, straight into the night sky above.

     Upside down inside a misshapen glob of semen, the pearly liquid splashed against the back of her hand, and carried the boy down her fingers, eventually settling into a pool on top of her scrotum. He was only the first of many volleys, she continued to stroke her insatiable penis, sending wave after wave of semen raining down onto her body. The boy tried to stand, but the thickness of her cum weighed him down and her enormous balls bounced around uncontrollably, occasionally smacking him in the face. He surfaced for air just as another blob of semen dribbled down off of her hand, with much of it landing in his open mouth as he gasped for breath. Instinctively, he spit most of it out, but more and more of her bitter semen poured down from above, until he could no longer hold his head up and was pressed face-first into her cum-soaked ballsack.

     Basking in the glow of her spectacularly chaotic orgasm, the woman's body relaxed and she slumped down into the bed once more. Her hand grazed the top of her scrotum as it fell from her cock, scraping most of the excess semen off his back. Reveling in his good fortune, he quickly made an effort to escape from the sticky swamp atop her ballsack, but the shadow of something massive approaching caught his attention. He could only watch as her flaccid penis slowly collapsed down on top of him, stretching across his back and sandwiching him between her cock and balls. It was no use trying to resist, her genitals were much too heavy to lift on his own and her semen would congeal soon, along with him in it. Even after being smothered beneath her scrotum and used as a rag to clean her filthy cock, he had never felt so helpless before; an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire of her nocturnal emissions. But, always one to find the silver lining, the boy blew a few bubbles inside the warm bath of her semen and smiled at the fact that he suddenly wasn't so cold anymore. Together, the two passed out from exhaustion and spent the rest of the night in a deep, peaceful sleep.