******

A Burger King wasn’t the kind of place where Derek normally stopped.

Anyone who looked at him could tell he was the kind of guy who exercised and watched what he ate. If he was completely honest with himself, he had no idea why he even entered the restaurant to begin with. Something just drew him in.

The lobby wasn’t very full with only a handful of tables in use, the standouts being a table of three goth-looking teen girls. Behind the counter was a couple of pimply teens taking orders and a matronly, overweight, upper-middle-aged woman who was wiping down the lobby tables, sporting an immense, drooping bust that strained against her uniform top and an enormous ass that filled her pants to capacity.

Sitting down with his food, Derek couldn’t help but to think back on his life. It was something that happened whenever his mind wandered.

He was only twenty-five, but he was so very tired. He’d been basically taking care of himself since he was twelve, when he’d lost his parents to a car accident. No siblings, no grandparents, he had only a handful of years in apathetic foster homes before being set loose in the world.

There was no fallback plan, no safety net. Not for him. He couldn’t go crawling back to mommy and daddy if life decided to crush him. He was very aware that life was in no way fair. He was tired of the stress, and wished that someone would just take care of him for once. It would be so nice to not have to worry about money, or housing, or any of the trappings of adult life.

Derek had finished only half of his combo meal when he began to feel queasy. He should have known that the fast food wouldn’t sit well with him. He glanced across the lobby at the gothic trio, who smirked nastily at him before returning to their conversation. Derek wasn’t even offended. Goths weren’t known for being accepting of any kind of conformity, the hypocrites.

Then things got weird.

******

Leanne took her time wiping down the tables in the lobby. It wasn’t often that such a fine specimen of the male species stopped into her workplace. She stole glances whenever she thought she could get away with it.

Leanne was a realist. She knew that the handsome and built man, who was probably half her age, would have no interest in a fat old woman who worked at a Burger King. The fantasy was pleasant, though.

Leanne was lonely. She’d been lonely for years and years. She’d been lonely for so long, that she was resigned to just being that way for the rest of her life. She knew that she was well past her sell-by date, and the chances of companionship were not only miniscule, but dwindling even further by the day.

For the most part, she’d made her peace with it. She just wished that that she had a man for herself. A companion to share her life with, to share her dreams. Someone to take care of.

Someone to give her orgasms here and there would be nice as well.

Stealing one last glance at the sexy man, her eyes widened as she saw him vanish, his clothing falling to the bench seat in a crumpled pile.

Leanne glanced around the lobby, and no one else seemed to have noticed the disappearing man at all. Careful to not cause a scene, she made her way to that table, in time to see a six-inch tall naked man scramble out of the neck hole of the shirt, trying to cover his nudity with his arms and hands, and looking around wildly.

She carefully bent over the seat, and whispered very quietly when she spoke. “Are you okay!? No. Stupid question. What happened?”

The miniature man looked up at her wildly and fell to his butt, scrambling backward in fear.

“Hey, shh, shh. I’m not going to hurt you.” Thinking quickly, she gently grasped him in her thick, chubby fist and laid him in the large pocket of her work apron.

Leanne's breasts were too large to wear the black apron as it was designed, with it over her neck. She instead had to fold it in half and tie it around her thick waist. “Stay down,” she whispered to her passenger. Then, as nonchalantly as she could, she walked to the women’s restroom, put out the sign that said it was being cleaned, and entered the room.

******

Derek did as he was told, and stayed buried in the pocket of the apron. This was, all of it, impossible yet somehow had actually happened.

He’d shrunk. Somehow, he had become only half a foot tall, if that. Instantly.

It was a little hard to gauge his own size.

When the giant fat woman loomed over him after he’d finished crawling out from under the collapsed circus tent of his shirt, the primal monkey hindbrain had taken over, gibbering in abject terror and screaming at him to run. So he tried to do just that.

The woman had tried to calm him, and hidden him from any others. He was grateful for that, at least. But being completely naked and very small in the air-conditioned building with only a worn-thin apron pocket of cheap cloth to insulate from the cold was taking its toll. By the time the woman fished him back out of the pocket and brought him up to her face, he was already shivering.

“Hi,” she whispered with a compassionate smile. “I'm Leanne.”

Derek tried to smile back, even though he was terrified being at held aloft with a single giant hand gripped around him from mid-chest to mid-thigh. “D-Derek,” he shivered.

“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted. “Is there anyone I can call? Your wife, or girlfriend, or parents or anything?”

Derek shook his head in despair, slumping into her hand some. “No. No one. I’m all alone.”

He watched her look through him, eyes taking on a distant cast as she thought. “Maybe… maybe the university? They’ve got scientists, right?”

Derek didn’t like that at all. “I don’t think science has anything to do with this,” he said slowly. The change was too instantaneous, too random. There was no large machinery or anything like that around to effect the shrinking. “They’re more likely to put me on display or dissect me, or even hand me over to the military.”

Leanne chewed her plump lip for a moment. She tried, “Maybe it’s only temporary? Maybe you’ll pop back to normal in a couple of days or something?”

Derek felt himself brighten at the thought. “Yeah. Yeah! But, but what do I do until then?”

“You could stay with me?” she blurted.

Derek just stared.

She shrugged helplessly. “It'll be nice to have some company. Would… would that be okay?”

Derek didn’t have a lot of options. He was more or less helpless now, and the woman had actually asked his opinion rather than just doing whatever she wanted. The giantess didn’t actually need his cooperation for anything, and her trying to work with him meant a lot. “If you’re sure, then yes please. I, uh, probably don’t eat much,” he shrugged.

Leanne giggled softly. It was a remarkably pleasant sound. “A sense of humor! You and I are going to get along just fine, Derek. Now we’ve just got to figure out how to hide you until I get off of work.”

Derek shivered more. “Wherever it is, it has to be some place safe and warm. I’m freezing here.”

Leanne paused. She had an idea, and it would be safe, and warm, and near her at all times. Only, she’d be baring herself a little to one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen, even if he was the size of a Ken doll. Then she shook herself. Derek was completely naked, what was she even worried about?

Suddenly, Leanne became very aware of the feel of his nude body in her hand. The way his tight ass pressed into the meat of her palm, her fingers around his broad chest and thin waist. His hard thighs. His defined arms resting atop her nearly closed fist, tiny hands gripping her thumb knuckle and the tip of her pointer finger like the armrests of a comfortable chair. She even imagined she could feel his manhood beneath a fingertip.

Leanne blushed. “I have an idea. You’ll be safe from discovery, and warm, and I won’t lose you. But, it’s a little awkward, and might not be all that pleasant.”

Derek shivered more, and a little more violently. The warmth of her hand was helping, but only so much. “Warm is kind of winning here, Leanne.”

Leanne hesitated for a moment or two, mentally bracing herself. Then she stood from where she had been sitting on the closed toilet seat and began to untuck her uniform top one-handed, pulling it over the immense bulges of her bra-covered breasts and holding the bunched-up fabric in place beneath her chin.

With her free hand, she parted the massive divide of her cleavage and tucked the shrunken man into the pried open gap between her breasts, and then used a pair of finger-tips to sink him in until he was held in place, his shoulders and head the only things visible.

“Sorry about the sweat,” she shamefacedly apologized. “I’ve been working. It this okay? Warm enough? Comfortable enough?”

Derek sighed in relief. It was incredibly warm between Leanne’s tits. Yeah, there was some boob sweat, but that was a small price to pay. Her skin was tacky enough to hold him in place securely, and she had such big breasts that they were not only large enough to hide his entire body within them, but her bra kept them pressed together. He wouldn’t be falling out.

She smelled nice, as well, which was a pleasant surprise. There was the faint odor of fast food, which was to be expected, but mostly it was a light smell of perfume and the slightly musky scent of her skin and sweat.

Derek tilted his head back to look at her face. “This is kind of perfect, Leanne. Thank you.”

Leanne smiled in relief, then got to work pulling her top back down and tucking it back into her pants. She left the stall and checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror, finding a problem. There was a lump in her shirt where Derek’s head rested.

She pulled the neckline of her top out to whisper to her passenger. “I have to tuck you in a little deeper, Derek. Sorry. You’re showing.”

“Uh, Okay!” his teeny voice carried back to from the inside of her stretched tight shirt.

Leanne’s fingers dug into her uniform top, wedging between her gargantuan breasts until they came in contact with Derek’s midsection. Then she gently pushed him a little further downward until only his head was out. A quick peek down her shirt to make sure she hadn’t buried him in her boobs so far that he wouldn’t be able to breathe showed his head resting where her cleavage began, the inverted U-shape at the top holding his little head snugly.

“Okay, I’ve got about three hours left of my shift. Hang tight, Derek.”

Then Leanne carried on with her day. She checked over the bathroom, so she wouldn’t get in trouble for putting the sign out and not actually cleaning it. She gathered up Derek’s clothing in a garbage bag and brought it out to her car, with no one the wiser. She cleaned tables and floors, took orders when others went on their breaks, and generally stayed busy.

The entire time she worked, she couldn’t help but to dwell on the feeling of the doll-sized man hidden in her breasts, and the unexpected and confusing feelings of excitement and anticipation.

She was absolutely not concentrating on the arousal caused by the feel of a naked man against her skin, no matter how small he was.

******

Derek quickly became bored.

There was wasn’t much to see from his vantage point inside of Leanne’s shirt, the dark material letting very little light through. Other than the ceiling of cloth, there were the acres of breast flesh he was encapsulated within, and really nothing else. As far as he could see was the soft-looking pale skin of her mammaries, the pair of them the size of entire rooms to his diminished height. Directly in front of his face was the dark divide between them, the endless crevice stretching on and on until it curved out of sight.

The pressure of the big woman’s breasts as they held him wasn’t so great that he had trouble breathing, but any movement at all look serious effort.

Derek, like most young men, was fascinated by breasts nearly to the point of obsession. He had to train himself to not stare at cleavage out in public, as the valley between any pair of boobs was magnetic to his gaze. Now here he was with nothing else to look at.

As Leanne worked, her giant boobs jostled and jiggled all over the place. They swayed up and forward when she leaned, they bounced when she walked, they swayed to the sides when she turned. When she wiped down tables, they swayed forward and wobbled violently. As they moved, Derek moved with them. His head was held fairly securely to her sternum area, so he never really got motion sick, but the rest of him tended to get brought along for the ride as his pocket of security shifted this way or that.

That’s not to say there was nothing happening at all. He could hear just fine, and he listened to the music of the restaurant lobby and the conversations happening around him. That really did help pass the time.

Also, Leanne was sweating as she worked. Not profusely, but still, sweating.

It would collect between her tits where Derek’s body was, and had no where to go afterward. Some was reabsorbed back into her skin, but within the first hour Derek’s little body was soaked in musky woman water. Derek began to feel like he was in a sauna. Maybe a hot tub.

It wasn’t as much of an imposition as some might think. Derek enjoyed hot tubs. He worked his arms from his sides, fighting against the sticky tit skin gripping him, and folded his arms over his stomach.

For the first time in years, Derek allowed himself to completely relax. Maybe there was something encoded in his DNA that found being pressed against giant tits comforting, like a baby would have found it. It was the only reason he could come up with as to why he wasn’t freaking all the way out. What would come would come, and nothing he could do right then would change that in any way.

The only problem he really had at the moment, (besides being six inches tall,) was the raging erection caused by the vista of titty before him and the cloud of pheromone-laden scent, and then also being unwilling to do anything about it. He was sure Leanne would notice if he tried jacking off, and that would not be the best way to endear himself to the woman who would be caring for him for however long this lasted.

Assuming, of course, that it actually would end. Derek tried very hard not to dwell on that last thought.

******

Leanne finally was able to clock out for the day, and hurried to her car.

She sat in the driver’s seat, fished the keys from her purse and started it, before turning her attention to the little man.

She pulled back her neckline and looked down at the top of his little head where it peeked out from the top of her cleavage. “You still okay, Derek?”

“Uh, Yeah? I could use a drink and a shower, but I’m good!”

Leanne closed her eyes in mortification, thankful that he was deep enough in her cleavage that he was unable to look back at her face. “I am so sorry, Derek. Really. I didn’t have a better idea, and I know how… uh, hot and bothery it gets between my girls. I can take you out for the drive home, if you want?”

“Oh, hey, don’t get the wrong idea here, Leanne. I’m not complaining at all. It’s like a hot tub in here, and you smell nice. I like hot tubs! I’m just sticky now. And thirsty. And I’m soaking wet, so if you take me out right now I’ll freeze into a Derek-sickle in a hot minute... er, so to speak.”

“Well, okay,” Leanne capitulated. “If you’re sure you can put up with it? It’s about twenty minutes to my apartment. You'll be okay?”

Derek was silent for a moment. He could hear the embarrassment in her voice, and wracked his brain for a way to reassure her all was good. “I'm a straight male between the biggest pair of boobs that’s ever existed. I’m not just okay, Leanne. I’m darn-near fantastic!”

Leanne let her neckline drop back down, blushing furiously. She fastened her seat belt, thankful that Derek couldn’t see what his statement had done to her nipples from his vantage point.

She was almost positive that she could use them to cut glass at that moment.

As she backed out of the parking spot, she became hyper-aware of the hot, young guy’s body tucked away in her bosom. While she was working, she could distract herself, but in the car she didn’t have that luxury. Her brain meticulously mapped every detail, every contour, every single point where her flesh touched his, which was most of him. She felt like she could visualize his whole body through the sensations in her breasts. Like brail, but infinitely sexier.

Leanne allowed herself a sliver of hope. Derek seemed nice, as well as so very attractive. He had just experienced a trauma that no other ever had, and he was still nice. Still found a way to make her at ease, found a way to make her giggle. Made a joke a minute after he found himself a half-foot tall.

Leanne let herself hope, just a little, that she’d found a man to let close to her heart.

She parsed her last thought again, and a snorting laugh escaped her before she could stop it. Her hand quickly clamped over her mouth, and she glanced at her chest where Derek lay hidden, listening for anything at all from her new friend.

A man close to her heart? Derek couldn’t be literally closer to her physical heart unless she somehow got him inside of her lung.

Leanne unconsciously rubbed her thighs together the entire trip home.

******

Leanne let herself into her efficiency apartment, securely locking the door behind her and hanging up her purse. She was a little embarrassed to show the hovel she lived in to her tiny houseguest.

Still, she drew the blinds over the single window, and once she was sure no one would see inside, she took her uniform top off completely so that Derek could see out.

Standing in the single room of her apartment, with only the bathroom not contained within, Leanne reached in and carefully grasped the sweat-slick boy within her cleavage by pressing her thumb to his back and a single finger to his chest, and scooted him up and out a bit. Not so much that he’d get cold, but enough to see around a bit.

“So, this is my apartment,” the large woman explained needlessly. “Sorry it’s so small.”

Derek pried his upper limbs from between the gargantuan boobs to rest his arms out to the sides and took a look around, chuckling. “You’re kidding, right? As far as I’m concerned, this is perfect.”

Leanne stared down her chest. “Are you just saying that?”

“No. Think about it. If you lived in a three floor house, how would I get anywhere? Your apartment is the size of a city block to me now as it is.”

The thought sank in to the woman’s brain, and she brightened. Her apartment was tiny by any standards, but for the sole exception being the miniature man she’d offered to care for. While it was far too small for two people to live there, it was just fine for one fluffy woman and one mini-man.

Derek swung one of arms back and forth, stroking her skin with his palm in a big arc to get her attention. “So, any chance I could get that drink now?”

“Oh, sure! Um, just let me figure out where to set you down first.”

Derek hurriedly spoke, “You don’t have to.”

Leanne glanced down again in confusion. “What?”

“I am so super-comfortable, you don’t even know. It’s really soft and warm in here. If it’s okay with you, think I could just hang out here a bit longer?”

Derek didn’t exactly lie, but he didn’t tell the entire truth either. He really was comfortable in the hot water beds of her vast breast flesh, but more importantly his boner hadn’t really ever gone down. A little more time to try and get control of himself was needed.

Leanne walked to her fridge in her bra and uniform pants, grabbed a bottle of water, and then eased herself onto her recliner. She twisted off the cap, and realized there was no way for him to drink from the bottle. She was going to have to make a list of things to get for him, and at the top of that list was a couple of sewing thimbles to use as drinking cups.

Carefully, she poured some water into the cap, and handed it to the tiny, handsome man nestled in her cleavage, before taking a huge swallow from the bottle. Was it hot in her apartment? It sure felt like it.

Derek drank greedily from the unwieldy bottle cap. It was like trying to carefully sip from a soup pot, and he spilled some as he tried, the cold water making Leanne squeal as it ran down his neck and between her breasts.

Having gotten his fill, Derek carefully set the cap off to the side, balancing it on the curve of the giant titty to his left. “Thanks, Leanne. I needed that. Uh, sorry I spilled a little.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled. It was so wonderful having company of the male persuasion for once, as impossible and weird as the situation was. “So, I was thinking you could bathe in the sink while I have my own shower? You did say you needed to get cleaned up, right?”

“Oh!” Derek startled, trying to think of anything to just buy a little more time. “Or we could watch a little TV or something first?”

Leanne frowned down at him. She collected the cap from the top of her breast, threw the remaining contents into her mouth and resealed the bottle. “Is there a problem, Derek?”

The young man slumped in defeat. “I’ve been hard off and on for hours now. I don’t want to offend, especially when you’re being so very kind to me. I’m so sorry.”

“You… hard?” Leanne couldn’t even articulate how confused she was. Confused, and maybe a little more hopeful than before.

“Boobs.” Derek gestured expansively at the array of titty before him. “Boobs, boobs, everywhere! I’m naked, and all of these giant boobs are all over the place and pressed up against me, all over me! Can you blame me? Really?”

In that moment, Leanne felt something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Leanne felt desired. “You could… you could take care of it before I take you out? I wouldn’t mind.”

Derek craned his neck around to look at her face. “Are you serious?”

Leanne resisted the urge to shrug, realizing that it would set his perch into wild motion. “I doubt you’d really make so much of a mess that I’d even notice, would you?”

Derek considered that. If he wasn’t so incredibly horny, hadn’t been teased with tits the size of billboards for hours on end, he probably would have thought more with his head and less with his dick. “One problem; I’m all sticky still. Think I could get you to squeeze a drop of lotion or something in here?”

Leanne looked him over consideringly. She could feel the way he was positioned, in a reclining state. She parted her tits by digging all of her fingers of both hands into her cleavage directly over his lap, leaned forward, and let a big drip of saliva pool into the opened space. And peeked at him while she did so.

It was weird, Derek thought, but far less weird than anything else that had been happening in the last few hours. He wedged his arms back inside of his hot carrying case and grasped his cock. It was very sloppy, but also very slick now. “Yeah, that works too. Are you really sure this isn’t going to bother you? Like, really, really sure?”

Leanne’s hand surreptitiously drifted to her own crotch, her hot and wet pussy begging for any kind of attention, especially after the thrill she stole. “I’m sure. You’re a healthy man with needs, right? Go right ahead.”

Leanne could feel his little arm working up and down rhythmically against the wall of her sensitive inner breast, slowly at first but gaining in speed. Her own breathing began to deepen and she pressed the ball of her fist against her pussy, the moisture beginning to seep into her pants.

An idea occurred to her. She could squeeze her breasts, and if he asked she could just claim she was helping him out. Abandoning her needy core, she palmed huge handfuls of her aching breasts and squeezed, over and over, causing her tit-flesh to bulge in waves. Here and there she’d drag her palms across the hard bumps of her nipples as they pressed through the thin material of her bra cups.

Derek rode the waves of undulating breast, watching Leanne fondle her own tits from his very close vantage point. It was so very erotic, and while he didn’t know why she was doing that, he wasn’t going to complain. Her breath blew hot and heavy over the back of his head and neck, and between watching her and listening to her heavy breathing, his orgasm didn’t take very long at all. He grunted and strained as the cumshot that had been boiling just below the surface for hours was finally unleashed.

It was one of the most satisfying of his life.

Derek’s head fell back to rest against Leanne’s sternum area, and he took a deep, cleansing breath. Reopening his eyes, he noticed that the big woman hadn’t stopped fondling herself, nor had her breathing slowed. As a matter of fact, small whimpers and moans were escaping her panting mouth.

Derek didn’t say a word. He was able to put two and two together, and while she certainly hadn’t minded him ‘taking care of business', that didn’t mean that she wasn’t bothered. She very clearly was, in fact, bothered.

He tilted his head back to watch her lusty expression, her eyes closed and mouth open with a fetching blush coloring her cheeks. After less than a minute, her eyes snapped open and she stared at him, pupils very dilated.

“Oh! Um, I was just, uh…”

“Leanne,” Derek said gently while stroking her skin in wide arcs in a semblance of comfort. “Stop teasing yourself and just do it. I’d be the worst kind of hypocrite to judge.”

Leanne bit her plump lip in indecision, before asking, “Can I ask for something a little weird to… to help?”

The shrunken man chuckled lazily. “Probably. What did you have in mind?”

“…can I hold you in my mouth?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“Uh, as long as I can still breathe, then sure? I should probably wash first though.” Derek was positive he didn’t taste all that wonderful at that moment.

Leanne lurched out of her recliner, the only piece of furniture in the room other than her bed and dresser, and hurried to the bathroom. Excitement had spurred her into energetic action.

She turned on the sink water to warm it, snatched her body wash from the shower, and as soon as the water temperature felt right to her she plucked the man from her cleavage.

Impatient, she washed him herself and dried him with a hand towel. Once he was dry enough, she set him down on her pillow and began working her uniform pants down over her wide hips and protruding ass. “Um, I’m going to get naked. If you want to turn away, now’s the time.”

Derek leaned back and laced his fingers behind his head. “You must be joking. Miss this? Not for the world.”

Leanne smiled in welcome surprise, and once her pants were down and kicked away, she unceremoniously wiggled her panties down and began to unlatch the multitude of hooks keeping her bra clasped.

Derek drank in her body greedily. She had a full bush, soft auburn curls somewhat matted with natural lubricant. Wide hips, thick thighs. A plump belly that caved in a little around her waist. Then her breasts… Jesus wept, her breasts!

They were full, and hung low once freed from the confines of her bra as huge natural breasts tended to do. She had large areolas and thick, prominent nipples. Thick blue veins spidered here and there.

They were the most magnificent pair of tits that Derek had ever had the pleasure of beholding.

Once Leanne was completely nude, she spread her hands to the sides, shyly presenting herself. “So… this is me.”

“Wow,” the little guy muttered, and unable to help himself started to stroke his recovering erection.

The unsure plump woman eased herself onto the bed, head nestled on the pillow next to where Derek’s entire body lay. “You’re not too disgusted, are you?” she worried.

Derek rolled to his side so that they were face to face, in a manner of speaking. “I’m not disgusted at all,” he assured her. “As a matter of fact, I think you’re sexy.” At her disbelieving expression, he rolled his eyes and pointed at his very hard dick. “See? Sexy.”

Leanne’s expression changed then, and she scooted closer until her face was almost touching the tiny man laying on her pillow. She puckered her full, plump lips and gave him a gentle kiss that engulfed his entire face. Then a more powerful one to his chest that lingered.

She dragged her lower lip up his torso, hot breath washing over him, and then out came her tongue.

The drooling, muscled appendage flattened against Derek’s shins and she ran it up his body, delighting in every nuance and leaving behind a coating of her saliva. She enjoyed that so much, she did it again, but even slower. Her hand wedged between her thighs and into the sopping wet heat barely contained therein of its own accord.

Finally wanting to fulfill the fantasy that had been plaguing her for the last few minutes, she scooped up the little man, heaved herself onto her back in the center of the small bed, and raised him over her open mouth.

Derek fought back his fear. It was one thing to agree to be held in her mouth, but it was something else entirely to be held aloft and lowered into a gaping maw that could swallow him whole. Strands of sticky saliva hung between her upper and lower teeth in thin ropes, breaking as her tongue darted out to lick at his feet.

Leanne’s curious tongue slathered all around his legs as he was lowered in. When he was halfway inside of the scary orifice, her plump lips closed around his waist and she began to gently suckle his lower body, the tip of her tongue flicking over and massaging his ass. She even tried and partially succeeded in wedging the tip between his glutes.

Derek watched Leanne’s face. Her eyes were nearly crossed as she focused on him, suckling and licking the bottom half of his body while making lusty moans and pleading hums deep in her throat.

Though he couldn’t see it, Leanne had four fingers of one hand crammed into her juicy canal and was furiously scrubbing her clit with the other.

He was so handsome, and she could just stare at his beautiful face and defined chest while she jilled herself off. Also, it was a happy surprise just how much she was enjoying exploring his ass with her tongue.

Derek leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose then stroked her cheekbones with his little hands, and that was all it took. Her big pelvis lifted from the bed and she gave a muted scream around a shrunken man and through tight, pursed lips as she came like a freight train.

The look in Leanne’s eyes as she orgasmed was something special to Derek. Heavy-lidded, pleading, lusty, and erotic. Her pupils were so dilated that almost none of the blue was still showing. He’d never had such a close-up view of an aroused woman’s eyes before.

He waited as she cooled down a bit, exhaling heavily through her nose and incidentally blowing all of that hot air across his chest and face. Derek tolerated it with a smile.

Her eyes finally focused back on him, and he felt the lips around his waist stretch into something like a smile. He ventured, “Hey. Can I ask for a little favor now?”

Leanne made a questioning noise around his legs, raising her eyebrows.

“Can you bring your hand up here?”

That time, she definitely made a ‘what' noise.

Derek stared down at the spoon beneath her nose, and ran his hand over the twin ridges. “I like the smell and taste of pussy,” he admitted. “If that’s no good, then it’ll be okay. I just thought I’d ask.”

Leanne rolled her eyes, but dutifully brought her glazed hand up to near his face. She waited expectantly with a single eyebrow raised.

Her hand smelled amazing to Derek. He reached up, grasped her finger with his hands, and tried to pull it closer with all the strength in his arms. Leanne obliged him by drifting it closer.

Once in range, Derek took a tentative taste of the vaginal secretions liberally coating her finger. Finding it very much to his liking, he frantically began to lick the glaze from her digit, desperate to get as much as he could.

Leanne’s eyes widened in shock. The tiny, yet gorgeous man was gorging himself on her pussy leavings. He was enjoying her taste. He actually, really liked it!

Her arousal came back with a vengeance and she yanked her hand away from him to dual-hand her needy core once again.

Derek wondered at her pulling her hand away, but then he heard and felt the moans, and noticed the bed shaking again. He twisted his torso as much as he could, hooked an arm around her chin, and forcibly turned his body a full one hundred and eighty degrees in her mouth. This time he wanted to watch.

The view down her plush body was a wonder. Her giant, full tits sagged down the sides of her body to rest on her upper arms, affording him a view down her plump belly and the very top of her pubic mound. Her thick thighs were propped up and spread wide, and Leanne had both of her hands energetically abusing her cunt.

Then she began to massage his wood with her tongue-tip.

It felt amazing, and Derek wrapped his arms around her chin and held on as she fellated him in a way no one had been before. Lacking any real way to show his appreciation, he kissed and nuzzled the chin within his folded arms.

All the while, the rhythmic suctioning of his legs and pelvis never really ended. The force just gradually increased. Leanne’s powerful tongue slathered against the front of his legs as she concentrated on licking his erection.

Leanne began to squeal and buck her hips as she felt Derek’s butterfly kisses on her chin, and as she wetly orgasmed yet again, she heard Derek shout and clutch at her chin tighter. His hips undulated inside of her mouth, and she faintly tasted the bitter, salty tang of his cum, as little as there was.

It was so good. Leanne felt satiated in a way she hadn’t felt in the longest time. With the least gooey of her hands, she grasped the little man around his shoulders and upper arms, lifting him from her mouth. Then lowering him. She bobbed Derek’s legs in and out of her suctioning mouth like she was giving his lower body a blowjob. Just a few times, and just for fun.

Finally lowering him to sit on her chest so that he was facing her, she blew an errant lock of sweaty hair from her face. “’Thank you’ doesn’t seem like it’s a strong enough pair of words.”

Derek leaned back and propped himself up with his arms. “Thank you? This was a mutual thing, Leanne. You and I, we can have more fun together. As long as you’re careful with me, I don’t see why this has to be it. I sure enjoyed myself.”

Leanne’s gaze became vacant as a hundred new fantasies and scenarios bombarded her imagination all at once.

Finally breaking free, she giggled freely and without care. “Okay. I’ve got the day off tomorrow. We need to get a few things to make you a little more comfortable, but after that, wanna go see a movie?”

Derek blinked. “How am I supposed to do that?”

Leanne grinned slyly. “I’ve got an idea or two. But for tonight, shower and bath, then sleep. I’m beat.”

******

Leanne shuffled down the line of seats in the movie theater, purse over her shoulder, tub of salty, buttery popcorn in one hand, a large cup filled with Pepsi in the other.

She eased herself into a seat near the back, the theater nearly empty for the Wednesday matinee.

She rested her drink in the cup holder attached to the armrest, dropped her purse to sit in the folded seat to her right, and waited.

When the lights went down and the ads before the previews began showing, she took one last, careful look around. Seeing no one anywhere near, Leanne placed the popcorn tub between her knees and began unbuttoning her burgundy blouse.

Eventually, Derek’s head and three inches of cleavage were bared, and she pried him upward out of her tits until his arms were clear of her plush entrapments.

She craned her head down and whispered, “Can you see the screen?”

She got three slaps of his palm to her breast, signaling an affirmative. There was no way she’d be able to hear him in the loud theater, so they’d worked out a code. three taps for yes, two for no. One tap meant nothing, and would likely be an accident.

Leanne glanced around again, then fished from her purse one of the plastic thimbles she’d purchased earlier in the day. Using a finger on the top of her straw as a stopper, she was able to transfer a thimble-full of soda to the tiny container, which she handed to Derek.

The little man took a gulp, then wedged it into the cleavage in front of his chest to keep it upright. A single kernel of salty, buttery popcorn was placed to his left on the upper curve of Leanne’s breast, and they were set.

Leanne had cinched up the shoulder straps on her bra, holding her girls higher and more shelf-like. Worried about Derek falling through, she’d wrapped a very fine, long necklace around his chest and under his arms as a kind of safety rope. With the rest of the chain looped around Leanne’s neck, should the worst happen she’d feel the tug and be able to get him back into position, and he wouldn’t fall any further than that.

They sat through the movie they’d compromised on, Leanne scarfing down big handfuls of popcorn and taking large draws from her Pepsi, with Derek nibbling at the, (to him,) volleyball-sized popcorn kernel and sipping at his thimble of soda. Now and then Leanne would gently stroke a finger over Derek’s hair or caress his chest, unable to keep herself from touching him for too long.

When the credits began to show, Leanne hurriedly plucked the remainder of the kernel Derek hadn’t finished and flicked it away, then tossed what was left in the thimble-cup into her mouth and palming it.

With a single finger on the top of his head, Leanne shoved her date back down into her cleavage and hurriedly buttoned her blouse back up.

By the time the lights came back up, and the few people in the more forward rows began to make their way to the rear exit, nothing about Leanne looked amiss. No one knew she had her little date safe and secure between her giant breasts. She smiled politely at the people as they passed, a wonderful secret hiding behind her eyes… and between her boobs.

Leanne slung her purse back over her shoulder, placed the thimble in a side pocket, and began to leave herself. As an afterthought, she gathered the remainder of her popcorn and soda to bring home as well.

It was the best date she’d been on since she was a teenager, and it wasn’t over yet. She got to bring her sexy man home with her for once.

******

Once Leanne had sat in her car and gotten it running, she unbuttoned her blouse yet again. Just enough to bare Derek’s head and let him get some fresher air, but not so much that any onlooker could recognize a shrunken man peeking out of her top.

She began backing out of the parking spot. “So, what did you think?”

“Honestly?” the little man replied, trying in vain to scratch the itch behind his ear on Leanne’s smooth, thick breast flesh. “Rom-Coms are never going to be my favorite kind of movie. This one was a lot better than I thought it was going to be, though. And the seating was the best, ever,” he teased.

“Yeah, um… Hey, Derek? Do you think we could, uh, talk about last night?” Leanne bit her lip, not knowing which way this conversation would go, but also knowing that it had to happen.

“Sure. What’s on your mind, Leanne?”

The large, middle-aged woman tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “I, um... I had a really good time.”

Derek chuckled. “So did I.”

Leanne pressed, “The thing is, that kind of lit a fire in me. I want to do more. With you. Um, more sexy times is what I’m trying to ask for here.”

“I'm for it. It’s not like I can really say no, anyway,” he shrugged. Well, he tried to shrug. The heavy fat of Leanne’s tits was more or less effortlessly holding him immobile from the neck down.

“No, you can! You really, really can, Derek. No means no, and if you don’t want to, I promise I won’t make you. Cross my heart.“

Derek felt relief over a concern he really didn’t even know he had. “Well, I appreciate that, Leanne. But about the only good thing about shrinking down so small is the new and interesting ways for sex. Well, that, and meeting you.”

“Aww, now you’re just flattering me,” Leanne blushed.

“No. I mean it,” Derek insisted. “You didn’t even know me, and you offered to take care of me the minute after I became pretty helpless. You’re really, incredibly kind. It means everything to me, and I’m really grateful here.”

Leanne cleared her throat, trying to dislodge whatever was causing pressure there. Then she changed the subject. “So, new and interesting ways, huh? Do share.”

Derek laughed out loud. “I've been thinking of almost nothing else. Really takes my mind off of… well. For instance, I’ll bet you could slide me into the gusset of your panties right now and no one would know.”

Leanne’s breath left her in a rush, and she pinched her abruptly erect nipple through her blouse as hard as she could, hoping a little pain would distract her.

It didn’t.

Licking suddenly dry lips, she couldn’t help but ask, “What else?”

Derek had no idea how much he’d just turned her on, the older woman’s plush pillows allowing his head to move little. His view was basically limited to the steering wheel, the dashboard, Leanne’s gargantuan hands and the slope of her breasts. He was getting used to speaking to a voice behind him, though. “Mostly stuff along those lines. Taking a ride in your bra cup with a big-ass nipple next to my face. Spending some time in your butt-crack as you walk around. Why, did you have a plan for when we get home?”

“It seems a little unimaginative now,” she chuckled in a very strained manner. “All I can think about right now is shoving you down the front of my panties.”

“Road head!” Derek shouted, and Leanne began to nervously laugh while scanning for a place to pull over. Her massive bosom shook and wobbled as she laughed, jostling her passenger much to his enjoyment.

She pulled into the Walmart parking lot and parked between two large SUVs. It was as much privacy as she could find on short notice, and she was too excited to look for anything better.

Leanne frantically unlatched her black slacks, cursing her chubby belly and thick thighs. Finally getting them undone, she tugged her zipper open and wiggled the pants down just enough, then shuffled forward a bit and slouched in her seat. She checked with her hand, making sure she wasn’t going to be pressing Derek into the seat, and even she was surprised at just how wet she was.

“Ready?” she asked, voice hushed, excitement dripping from the single word.

“Ready for what?” Derek rejoined cluelessly.

Leanne licked her lips. “Ready to take a field trip down the gusset of my panties?”

Derek blinked. Suddenly the hypothetical became something real. Real and immediate. “Sure?” he stated uncertainly.

One more furtive glance around, and Leanne dug her fingers into the deep crevice between her massive breasts, lifting Derek’s entire body out. She unwound the necklace from his torso, then planted her painted lips to his face, giving him a thankful kiss.

The plump woman adjusted him to lay on her open hand, his feet dangling past her fingertips, and went for it. Her free hand pulled back the elastic of her pink panties with the white lace pattern, and she slid him down and around the bulging curve of her paunch, through her moist bush, and into her drooling pussy.

Derek’s feet and legs slid right through her chubby, engorged lips and directly into her tunnel with little resistance given how wet she was. It was a pleasant surprise, and she rolled with it. She kept feeding him in until it felt like her inner labia were grasping his tiny hips, and then she removed her hand from her panties completely.

Leanne’s voice shook when next she spoke. “Okay, Hun. Do your thing.”

It felt like he was pedaling an imaginary bicycle inside of her, while also massaging her incredibly hard clit with his dexterous little hands.

All she could see was a sliver of her panty's color before it curved out of sight, and she stared at the elastic band of her underwear as Derek proceeded to rock her entire world.

The first orgasm came quickly. Leanne was unprepared for all of the new sensations. She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white and bowed her head even further, keeping the scream inside. Fireworks exploded behind her clenched eyelids. She creamed and clenched around his legs and hips, and the instant it was about to become too sensitive, Derek stopped moving altogether.

Leanne heaved deep breaths, coming down. Her face was so flushed that the red ran down her neck and into her chest.

Derek gave her long enough to nearly recover, and then he started working at her again. Just the idea of Derek halfway inside of her turned her on more than she was prepared for. She had half of an entire person in her pussy.

She had a man inside of her in public, and no one knew. Her lusty vagina quivered at the very thought.

******

Derek accepted the kiss, the entirety of his face engulfed by the pucker of the plump, red lips. Then Leanne laid him on her palm and turned him around, giving him a brief, excited smile, and proceeded to slap him face-first to the soft fatty bulge between her belly and her pussy.

She slid him downward, his body conforming to the curve, and then he was being dragged down through her wet bush. Somehow, his feet ended up slipping into her pussy hole, sliding right through the divide in the slickened skin. His body continued along the arc until he was wedged in her vag nearly to his waist, her hard, throbbing clit pressed to his chest, and her fat pussy lips contouring to the outline of whatever wasn’t stuffed inside of her.

His legs were a little elevated, but mostly he was reclining with Leanne’s panties on his back keeping him inside and safe from falling out.

He faintly heard her voice, though he couldn’t make out the words. He assumed it was some kind of permission to start playing with her, so he did.

He bicycled his legs inside of her spongy slick cavern and squeezed her big slippery clit between his hands, digging his fingers into it like he was massaging a leg cramp and sliding his fingers around under her hood.

He couldn’t hear anything other than the Titaness’s blood pumping around him, so Leanne’s orgasm took him by surprise. Her tunnel clenched his legs, the sponginess being compressed to a very hard state, and woman-cream was squeezed out around his body. Her cum soaked into the panty behind him, mostly. A fair bit clung to the parts of Derek just outside of her hole.

Derek worked her clit over more, extending her orgasm out, until the world started to vibrate. Then he stopped and took a rest. The bicycle kick was exhausting.

Leanne’s giant pussy clenched and gripped him sporadically in the aftermath, making Derek smile to himself. He scooped a handful of her cum from his stomach, the much thicker consistency marking it as very different from her natural lubricant, and gave it a taste.

It was much better hot and straight from the tap than smeared on a finger and allowed to cool in the air, that was for sure.

Then there was the smell! Pressed against Leanne’s cavernous cunt with her panties behind him holding everything in, the air was hot and incredibly humid, the mature woman’s musky odor permeating everything. Noticing that the vaginal quivering had died down, Derek absently removed a wet rope-like pubic hair from where it clung to his shoulder, and started to work on Leanne’s second orgasm.

After a moment, a gentle pressure began to stroke up and down his back as Leanne expressed her gratitude with the pad of her middle finger. She slowly petted him through the dampening fabric of her panty, spurring Derek to work harder. He kicked his legs faster, compressed her clit even more.

Without warning, the finger stroking him disappeared. Then he was pressed tightly in-between the fat pussy lips around him, and everything went pitch-black.

******

Leanne was thoroughly enjoying all the attention her little man was giving her. She caressed him through her panties, careful to be as gentle as possible.

The slamming of a car door made her snap her eyes open in a panic. Through the side-mirror, she could see one of the SUVs she’d parked between unloading a shopping cart.

Yanking her hand out of her crotch, she pulled her pants up and re-latched the fastener, having to suck in her tummy to succeed. Then she carefully backed out of the parking space and drove away.

She almost got caught! Her heart raced, and pinpricks of sensation traveled over her skin with the adrenaline rush.

She merged onto the interstate, and began to worry about the tiny guy in her underwear. Right up until she felt him move, playing with her clit anew and moving inside of her.

Her breathing deepened, and she reaffirmed her two-handed grip on the steering wheel. Leanne began to pant, wild-eyed, as another gushing orgasm overtook her.

In the safety of her car, on the interstate with the windows rolled up, she let herself scream as her seldom-used pussy undulated in her pleasure. Derek felt amazing inside of her. Better than any dildo she’d ever used.

Once the waves of pleasure tapered down, Leanne collected her bearings but noticed something was different. Was Derek deeper now? It sure felt like he was further inside than he should have been.

She felt his arms move against her pussy lips, and a pressure as he tried to pull himself out of her. Involuntarily, she clenched her muscles around the man, and she definitely felt him move even deeper inside of her that time.

“No,” she whispered in dawning horror. “No-no-no-no.”

The matronly woman tried to unlatch her pants to fish him out, but the tab and hook was impossible for her with only one hand. The car was moving too fast for her to take both hands off of the wheel.

She tried to wedge her fingers through her still-open zipper, but only succeeded in nudging him into her hotbox a little further. The waistband of her pants was too tight, and her hand too thick to get in with the latch still fastened.

Desperate tears began to run down her face. She couldn’t sit upright, that might crush him. She couldn’t close her legs, he wouldn’t be able to breathe. She had to stay slouched in her seat, thighs spread lewdly wide, and try not to squeeze him any more. It was her only chance. His, too.

There was only so much she could ignore, though, only so long she could keep her pussy relaxed. Another involuntary contraction slurped him inside a little more, and she felt his arms scrambling against her plump, puffy labia, felt the tugs on her pubic hair as Derek tried to pull himself out by using the soaked, slick hair as rope.

He failed. He obviously couldn’t get a grip, she was just too wet.

“Oh God Oh God JUST LET ME MERGE!” she screamed at the traffic around her. Any exit would do.

The implied danger wasn’t helping her. If anything, it made it all worse. Another shuddering pulse ran through her stupid danger-slut of a cunt hole, and Derek was pulled even further inside of her yet.

His arms were still moving, she could feel that. They were more frantic now, but at least she knew he still had air. The added sensation of the mini-man's flailing made everything so much more difficult. Fear-sweat beaded on her face, trickling down her neck as she strained to not suffocate her man. One or two more contractions, and things would be bad.

Leanne cursed at herself at the top of her lungs. If only she hadn’t insisted on dressing up for the movie with Derek. Had she worn pretty much anything other than her tight dressy pants, she’d have been able to get him out. If only she’d been able to wait until they were home to try this, there wouldn’t have been any danger at all, but no. Stupid Leanne just had to have her orgasms right away, and now she was going to kill the best thing that had happened to her in decades. One way or another.

Either the budding trust and friendship would die, or…

Leanne forcibly relaxed herself despite every instinct she owned screaming at her to indulge. To embrace how good the contractions felt, how good it felt to exercise her rarely used vaginal muscles on the helpless man. She breathed slow and deep for long, long minutes, and determinedly kept her pussy from making the slightest twitch. She was able to get onto the right lane, and miraculously it was her exit approaching.

“Hold on, Baby. Just hold on. Just a bit longer.”

A moment of lost concentration and the squeeze she’d been holding back for what seemed like ever struck, causing Derek to vanish inside of her. All six inches of his writhing body was completely within her gushing, pulsing vaginal canal.

Leanne broke every speed limit on the exit ramp, unable to hold anything back any longer as she squeezed and churned Derek within her heart-shaped box. His thrashing and scrambling once he was completely engulfed was too much to ignore, and she’d been holding herself back, edging the oncoming explosion for far too long. In a continual state of fear-elevated, delay-enhanced orgasm, she frantically looked for any place to pull over. Any place at all.

She whimpered as her pussy clenched and clenched, trying in vain to milk the struggling form of her suffocating captive, completely outside of her control. Her car seat became hot and wet, and the smell of her sex began to become the dominant scent in the vehicle.

Once clear of the exit ramp she screeched to an abrupt stop on the side of the street, frantically unlatching her pants and tugging both them and her sopping panties down to mid-thigh.

“Please be okay, please be okay,” she chanted as she dug her fingers into her sensitive hole to fish out the boy who’d gone still and limp a minute prior.

It wasn’t easy. Derek was in deep and incredibly slippery, and her pussy wasn’t cooperating in getting him out, clamping down on its long-awaited prize. After a panic-fueled moment or two, she had him evacuated from her soggy depths and in her hands.

“Oh God, please wake up Derek. I don’t think I can give you CPR.”

Leanne rubbed his chest with the pad of her thumb, and he coughed wetly and turned over to curl into a ball. He coughed once more, a spurt of her fluids streaking across her palm, and then he was breathing again. He took deep, ragged breaths as Leanne cried tears of relief.

Once assured that he would live, his general state entered her perception. He was covered in her leavings, coated with oozing, snotty lady-cum and runny lubrication. Derek reeked of her sex, even more than the car interior, as though her scent had permanently stained him.

Eventually, Derek rolled back onto his back and took a few cleansing breaths. He looked up at her and in a hoarse voice wryly asked, “Was it good for you?”

Leanne sobbed a laugh. “It was so good you almost didn’t live through it. Are you okay?”

Derek groaned and pulled himself to a sitting position in Leanne’s cupped hands. He absently swirled his finger through some of the gooey mess on his thigh, thinking. “Yeah. I’m good. I think we’re going to need a safety chain before we try that again. Will that necklace fit around your waist?”

The big woman struggled to reign in her emotions. Not only was Derek okay, but he still wasn’t afraid of her. He still trusted. “Probably not.“

“Maybe a clit ring? One big handle to pull myself out with?” Derek joked, wiping the slime from his face and trying to shake it off.

Leanne chuckled wetly. “First; Ouch! Second; I doubt it would help. Everything down there gets slippery when wet. And third; Next time!? This time I almost drowned you!”

“Well yeah, I guess so,” Derek started, still trying to clean himself off and failing. “But we’re still learning here. And up until I couldn’t breathe, it was awesome. I felt every twitch of yours down there, and it smelled and tasted great, and if I don’t think about how scared I was, having your pussy slowly swallow me and then chew was really, really sexy.”

Leanne rolled her eyes, exasperated with all of it. She abruptly leaned forward and sucked Derek into her mouth to his waist, sucking all of her fluids off. Then she popped him out and did the same to his lower half, before stuffing the still smelly, but far less gooey man into his spot in her cleavage.

“We'll talk at home, Hun,” she stated while wiggling her panties up her legs and back over her large bottom, before doing the same with her pants.

She buttoned up her blouse to hide him once more, and then drained her movie theater soda to get the taste out of her mouth.

She probably needed to start carrying napkins in her purse. Maybe wet-wipes.

******

“Okay, I’m off to work. You’ve got the TV remote there, and there’s an apple slice in a zip lock if you get hungry right here. I’ll be back in, oh, eight and a half, nine hours?”

Derek blinked in confusion. “You mean I’m not going with you?”

Leanne propped her hands on her wide hips in exasperated amusement. “Do you really want to spend nine hours inside of sweaty old lady boobs?”

“You’re not that old,” Derek chided. “Be fair to yourself. But there’s a bunch of good reasons for you to take me with. Like, we still don’t know what caused this to happen to me. All we know for sure is that it happened at your workplace, so I should probably be there when I can. Also, I’m safe with you. I don’t have to worry about, well, anything. Aaaaand, I don’t know if it’s because I’m small now, but your pheromones are really good for me. I like the smell of your sweat.”

Leanne thought it over for a minute, and walked away to her dresser. She came back with the long necklace chain in her hand, and tugged her uniform top up and over her head. “Alright, but let’s hurry. I don’t want to be late.”

She wedged Derek halfway in-between her enormous tits, looped the necklace around his chest and around her neck, then buried him the rest of the way in, only his face poking out near the top of her cleavage.

That accomplished, she hurriedly re-donned her uniform top, tucked it into her pants, and grabbed her purse. “I'll check on you when I can,” she assured him, unaware he couldn’t hear her any longer.

******

Leanne had tucked him in just a little too far. The only thing Derek could hear was the muted roar of the giantess's pulse. He couldn’t really move any part of his body except for his face, and he realized that he was stuck that way until she had sweated enough to lubricate things down a little.

Wait. He could kind of wiggle his fingers and toes. That was something, at least.

Still, the sound of her heartbeat was soothing, and didn’t people voluntarily bury themselves in sand for just this? This forced immobility? Being hugged by room-sized tits had to be a million times better than buried in sand.

Derek likened it to being in the womb, what with being naked, warm flesh all around him, and nothing but the sound of blood flowing.

He’d fallen asleep before Leanne had even parked her car at her work.

******

Leanne worked, the same as she did every workday since she was in her teens. The difference this time was the man she had more or less fucked yesterday was along for the ride.

A couple of hours in, the customers thinned out and she let her manager know she was taking a restroom break.

The big woman carefully checked for feet in any of the stalls, finding the room to be empty. She fished the plastic thimble from her pocket, rinsed out the lint, and filled it partway with cold tap water. That task accomplished, she then eased herself into the largest of the stalls.

******

Derek woke when the light shifted, blearily looking up at Leanne’s face as she tried to talk to him through the neckline of her top.

“I can’t hear anything!” he said in what he hoped wasn’t too loud of tone.

Then the fingers holding the neckline rushed in, grasping him and pulling him out of boobage until his arms were clear. A pair of fingers holding a thimble appeared in front of him.

“Thanks!” he cheerfully said, taking a deep drink. Being surrounded by all of that insulated body heat had made him sweat, he really did need the water.

Even if most of the sweat on his body wasn’t his.

“You doing okay?” she checked.

“I was too far– are you peeing!?”

Leanne gave him an entertained grin. “I have to multi-task here, Hun. Besides, I refuse to be embarrassed over peeing in front of someone who’s been in my pussy. Especially if he can only hear it.”

Derek’s mouth opened soundlessly for a moment before he mentally shrugged. It wasn’t that big of a deal, now that he thought about it. “Fair. But like I was saying, I was too deep that time. I couldn’t hear anything.”

Leanne absently wiped herself. “Okay, I’ll be more careful this time. I’ll take my lunch in my car so we can share. See you in a couple of hours, Hun,” she smiled. She retrieved the thimble, tucked her man away, and flushed the toilet.

Leanne hated her job, she always had. Having Derek with her, though… Today sure seemed a lot more bearable.

******

Derek happily munched on the half of a French fry and chunk of burger Leanne had given him to eat. He’d never finish it, and she’d never notice the difference, so it was fairly win-win.

Derek washed down his bite with a drink of cola, then wedged his thimble-cup back into Leanne’s expansive crevice to keep it from spilling.

“Still doing okay there, Sweetie?”

“Yeah, still good,” Derek answered. “I could use a change of venue, but other than that, I’m pretty okay.”

“What’ya mean, ‘Change of venue'?” The plump woman around a mouthful of burger.

“I dunno. Your boobs are still as heavenly as always, but the inside of your shirt is boring now. Any chance I could spend the rest of the day downstairs?”

Leanne nearly choked. “You can’t be serious. After what happened yesterday?”

“I don’t want to be inside of you,” he corrected with an unseen eye-roll. “Just down there. As long as you don’t sit down, it should be just fine.”

“I'll think about it,” she managed. “No promises. Now can you hand me your stuff? Break's over.”

One by one, Leanne reached through her neckline and took Derek’s unfinished bits from him, mind awhirl.

******

Leanne sat to pee again, one hour left in her workday. She gave Derek another drink and checked, “Do you still want to move to the, uh, basement, here?”

“God yes!” Anything for something different.

“Okay then. We’ll give this a try. But you can’t play with me, okay? I can’t be cumming in my panties at work. Also, I should probably warn you, it’s a little… swampy… down there.”

“It’s what!?” he chortled from her cleavage.

“I’m a big woman, Derek. I sweat when I work. Not just between my boobs, but everywhere else, too. Now, do you still want to do this?” She had to give him one more chance to change his mind.

“Yep! Sounds like an adventure!”

Without another word, Leanne wiped herself very thoroughly, flushed the toilet, and stood up with her panties still mid-thigh. She extricated his form from between her breasts, nearly the entirety of him soaked in her boob-sweat. The necklace they used as a safety line was unwound from him, the excess tucked back between her tits. The thimble was emptied and palmed for when her pants were back up and she could pocket it.

Then she carefully laid his body to lie on the gusset of her panties as he began to shiver a bit.

Once she’d released her grip, Derek turned himself around so that his head was in the butt area of her underwear.

Leanne paused. “You are a brave, brave man, Derek,” she flatly said, a hint of warning in her tone.

He grinned mischievously up at her, barely able to see her face even as she stooped over to look at him past the immense bulges of her bust. “Adventure!” he reiterated, thrusting his raised fists in triumph.

Leanne pulled her panties up tight, feeling his little body wedge into all of the folds down there. Then her pants. She carefully walked around the limited area of the handicap stall for thirty seconds, then pulled everything back down to check on him.

She had to pull him out of her fat ass with her fingers. He didn’t go back down with her panties.

“Everything okay there?” she worried.

He smiled happily. “Even better,” he insisted. “I can breathe just fine.”

Leanne’s tone was hushed, yet borderline hysterical. “Yeah, you can breathe my sweaty ass air!”

“It’s fine, Leanne. Good, even! C’mon, put me back in and finish your day.”

“Fine. Just remember you asked for this.. all of it.”

His legs weren’t inside of her pussy this time, but Leanne was very aware of the feel of them between her plump labia. She felt the slight pressure of his chest against her anus, the contours of his shoulders as they pressed into the ultra-soft flesh in the very bottom of her butt-crack.

True to his word, Derek didn’t play with her. He laid mostly immobile in her undercarriage.

It didn’t make a difference.

The thought alone of her being in public, walking around her coworkers and the customers, and none of them knowing she had an entire person hidden away in her most secretive place… Leanne learned something new about herself. She learned that she really liked doing sex things with Derek in public with people looking on and unaware of what was really happening.

She was wet. She was dripping wet after the first five minutes out of the restroom, and the more she turned herself on, the more engorged her clitoris became. Eventually, it ballooned out until it was wedged between Derek’s immobile calves, and then with every step she took her oscillating hips would cause his now-slippery legs to stroke the sides of her clit in minute, opposite directions.

A few more minutes, and Leanne’s lady-boner was completely hard and being squeezed by her little guy's limbs. There just wasn’t that much space once she was fully there. Every single step she took felt like someone was tuning her clit like a radio dial.

She carried on as if nothing was happening, enjoying her wonderful little secret. On the third table she bent over to wipe down, though, Derek’s lubricated body slid just enough that when she bent back upright, his legs popped into her front tunnel.

She froze outwardly, but beneath her clothing her pussy convulsed. She could feel her ravenous cunt swallow him deeper once again.

Not again! the big woman despaired.

Still frozen, her asshole itched as Derek grasped the inside of her anal ring, and she felt him pull himself back out of her grasping cavern. Sighing in relief, she walked a couple of steps to discover that the tiny feet up inside of her vagina were resting on her G-spot.

She exercised her Kegels, drawing him in again, and Derek pulled himself back out by using her asshole as a gripping surface, and her G-spot as a base to push off from.

Leanne finished out her workday with a bright smile on her face she was completely unaware of, absorbed into the wonderful new game she’d just discovered.

******

Derek wasn’t exhausted, but he was sure close.

Everything was just fine after he went back into Leanne’s panties after the test run, at least at first. When the giantess was standing, the fold of her underside traveled from the top of her pussy, down and back up to the top of her ass crack. One continuous, deep, unbroken fold in which Derek was enveloped.

It was sweaty in her ass, she didn’t mince words about that, nor did she lie. To be honest, if Derek was going to spend time on her body he preferred her sweaty. With sweat, he was greased up enough to move a little, to shift around as needed. With no sweat, her skin stuck to him like fly paper and he was glued down wherever.

He could breath just fine, and though the air was tainted by Leanne’s anal gland, it wasn’t as big of an issue as she obviously thought it was. Pheromones for the win!

The problems started a few minutes after he felt her begin to walk around, her soft folds alternating around his entire body with every step.

Derek was very careful to move as little as possible so as to not stimulate her. He did promise. Nevertheless, her pussy began to moisten almost immediately. Then it was damp. Then it was wet. Then it was really wet.

Her musky secretions oozed along his body from where they exited the titanic orifice, coating most of him down in slippery, fragrant cunt-sap. Her clit throbbed bigger and bigger, until it was wedged between his lower legs and pressing them outward into the chubby labia around them.

Still, Derek was careful to only shift his body if he was uncomfortable. The world see-sawed when she walked. It rotated rapidly whenever Leanne bent over, and she did so a handful of times in quick succession.

It was on the third such world-tilt that the area he was under stretched longer. His shoulders stayed in the bottom of her bottom, but the wet pussy lips around his legs slid a little away. When Leanne stood back upright, his feet accidentally entered her honeypot, followed by his legs.

Derek froze even more than he had been, and Leanne’s hungry petaled flower convulsed, dragging him further into it.

“Not again!” the little guy despaired.

Scrambling for anything to grab ahold of, he reached his arms up over his head and managed to get a grip with both of his hands on the interior of Leanne’s sphincter.

His feet found something hard; a raised, coarse, textured bump, and he planted the soles of his feet against it. Pulling with his arms and pushing with his legs, Derek was able to pull himself back to nearly his starting position, though unable to get his legs back out from inside the drooling maw. Leanne’s asshole was right in his face at that point, his hands gripping the wrinkled porthole just in front of his chin.

Then, she did it again. Derek went two inches more inside of her, (one-third of his height,) and he had to strain himself back out. Every few minutes she’d swallow him just a little more, and he’d then fight his way back out. He stuffed his hands into her asshole up to his wrists for a better hold, just waiting to have to use the gripping point again.

To be honest, he probably needed the workout if he was going to be spending the majority of his days immobile between Leanne’s massive mammaries. He had gotten core and legs yesterday with the inverted bicycle kick against resistance, and also worked his chest and forearms squeezing her clit. Looks like today was something akin to squats and chin-ups.

It seemed to last forever, the tug-of-war being raged within Leanne’s nether region. Then Leanne started to walk very rapidly for a short time. The world tilted wildly, the sphincter he had his hands inside of clamped down tight, and the fold of flesh and fat he was enveloped within yawned open.

Derek turned his head to see below him, wild-eyed, to catch a glimpse of the inside of a toilet bowl. Then the fat, angry-red labia around his waist began to wobble and jostle alarmingly. Droplets of Leanne’s juice were flung away haphazardly. The hairy, toothless mouth that had only been playing at eating him the rest of the way began trying in earnest. Lubrication oozed around his waist to drip off in big fat drops, and he heard every one of them when they hit the toilet water.

It took Derek longer than he wanted to admit to realize that Leanne was masturbating. Judging by how wildly her pussy fat jostled around, she was rubbing her clit pretty furiously.

Derek strained to keep Leanne’s pussy from slurping him up like a spaghetti noodle. The asshole clenching tight around his wrists helped but still, his arms were burning and his legs were locked nearly straight, somewhat standing on the hard bump.

Feeling like he was going to give out, Derek raised one foot and stomped the hard bump as hard as he could.

Three things happened simultaneously.

Leanne’s asshole relaxed momentarily, and his hands fell free. Her cunt reversed direction, and rather than trying to pull him inside actively pushed him out. And third, a gushing torrent of fluid erupted from her like an inverted geyser, stinging his skin and following him all the way down as he dropped into the toilet bowl.

******

Leanne brutally, frenetically beat up her clit, sitting on the toilet like she was a teenager.

It was too good. She was too worked up to even bother asking permission. Derek had been inadvertently teasing her G-spot for nearly an hour and she had to get off.

She was very aware it wasn’t his fault. If she hadn’t been so aroused he never would have found himself slipping inside of her again. She couldn’t have gone back to the restroom yet again to get him out, either. Instead she played with him, even after all of her admonitions for him not to play with her. It felt too good not to.

She was almost there. Almost, just a little more… and her tiny man suddenly kicked her G-spot. She lost it, somehow keeping her screaming inside. She felt the gushing stream of fluid leave her, heard the sound of Derek falling in, felt the toilet water splash her underside.

She couldn’t be bothered with any of it until she had finished cumming. G-spot orgasms were too rare, too difficult to accomplish. Leanne had to ride this one out. She continued the rapid hand movement assaulting her button, and more bursts of watery fluid shot from her in forceful sprays into the toilet. Probably on Derek, too. The howl that tried to escape her was restrained to merely a breathy whimper. Wet slapping noises echoed around the enclosure.

Leanne’s legs were still shaking violently, her wide thighs rippling in the aftermath of the intense orgasm, when she heard her boss outside of her stall.

“Leanne? Leanne are you alright?”

Leanne’s breathing froze and she tried to speak, as post-coital as she was. “Y-yeah… I'm okay.”

“You don’t sound okay, Leanne. You used the bathroom more than usual today, and you rushed in here the second you clocked out. Do I need to try and cover your shift for tomorrow?”

Leanne cursed to herself inside of her head. She was so absorbed with the wonderful man who entered her life that the details were escaping her.

Derek’s still in the toilet! she suddenly realized.

“No, I’m really okay, Chrissie,” she tried, simultaneously scooting back and reaching between her fat thighs to fish the soaking wet, ice-cold and shivering shrinkee from the freezing toilet water. “I just drank a lot of soda and water today. I’m sorry I worried you.”

Thankfully, Derek kept silent as she tried to get the worst of the water from him with wads of toilet paper. It was all she had at hand.

Her boss wouldn’t take a hint. “Are you sure?”

Leanne hurriedly yanked her top up over her breasts one handed and stuffed Derek into the warmth therein. He felt so cold against her skin, and she felt so guilty. “I'm sure. Uh, can I have a little privacy here, Chrissie?”

“Oh! Uh, sure Leanne. I’m glad you’re feeling okay.”

Leanne waited in silence, listening to her manager leave the room, before turning her attention back to the man in her cleavage who’s shivering was beginning to wane.

“I’m so sorry, Derek. For all of it,” she whispered to the back of his head as it poked out of her tit-crevice. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Derek’s teeny voice just didn’t carry, so she never had to worry about anyone else hearing him. “It’s okay, Leanne. Really. The gushing was sexy, but I don’t ever want to be in a toilet again. It’s freezing cold, and I was terrified of you accidentally flushing and a little scared of you doing normal toilet things while I was in there.”

Leanne tried to clean herself off as best as she could. Her entire undercarriage was still dripping with the splash-back of the toilet water and her own firehose impression. “No pooping on Derek: Check,” she tried.

“Big check on that, Babe.”

Leanne paused with her pants halfway up. “Babe?”

Derek tiredly chuckled. “You call me ‘Hun' and ‘Sweetie'. I assumed we were at the cutesy nickname stage.”

“Stage of what?”

“Stage of our relationship. We live together, get along, and have sex. If we’re not in a relationship, then we’re faking it really, really well.”

Leanne blinked in wonder. She had a boyfriend! She felt like squeeing, and also like kissing the daylights out of him. Neither could happen at that moment, because of both secrecy and the toilet incident. “The second we get home,” she warned, “and you’ve had a bath, I’m going to kiss and lick your body until you explode.”

“That sounds like fun,” he yawned. “But I think I need a nap right now. Tuck me in deeper, like this morning, please? And maybe give me an hour before you wake me up?”

Leanne tried to imagine his position. Of course he was exhausted! While Leanne was putting hardly any effort into playing with him, poor little Derek had to struggle against her with his entire body for nothing more than a stalemate.

She had to be more empathetic to his situation. Leanne silently vowed to not treat him as an inexhaustible toy, which she obviously was beginning to. “I'll give you as long as you need, Hun. Sweet dreams, Derek.”

She poked him down deeper with her fingertips, sinking her boyfriend far enough down between her breasts that his ears were covered and only his face peeked out, finished redressing, and made to go home.

Derek was softly snoring before she even had gathered her purse.

******

Derek lay on Leanne’s mattress, watching the plump giantess crawl towards him from the foot of the bed.

Her immense drooping breasts dragged along the mattress as she prowled on hands and knees, she as naked as Derek himself was.

Playfully, Leanne lifted one massive breast and placed it over his body, lowering her torso until it had spread out to completely cover the half-foot man. Just for a moment.

Then she lifted it back off of him. “Can you take that weight, Honey? It doesn’t hurt or anything, does it?”

Derek chuckled and reached his hands up to tweak the garbage can-sized nipple hanging just over his chest. “It was good, Babe. Really fun, too. Just remember that I have to hold my breath under there.”

Leanne smiled in acceptance, and spent a few minutes burying her new boyfriend under her boobs, switching sides as she went.

It was fun for her as well, and Derek’s appreciation of what she considered her two best features was good for her rock-bottom self-esteem. Still, she had a promise to make good on.

She eased herself down to the mattress, her face just over Derek and her breasts squashed down just below his feet.

Derek couldn’t decide on where to look. Gazing down the length of his body there were her enormous tits, squished on nearly all sides and ballooning up her chest. Over him was her looming face, so big and appreciative.

The choice was taken from him as Leanne’s face lowered to him and a pair of giant, plump lips enveloped his face. A gentle suction and a gust of pleasant breath washed over him.

She must have used mouthwash while he was napping, he decided, grateful for her forethought.

Leanne’s lips moved down his body, a second, lingering kiss pressed to his pecs. Then his pelvis, where his hard dick was enveloped, touched by her tongue, and caught in the suction. Then his thighs, then his shins. Even his feet.

She dragged her moist lower lip up his body, exhaling heavily through her mouth over him, then she licked him from toe to head.

It felt amazing to Derek. No one else got to have a giant woman kiss and lick their entire body like a girl would worship a cock that she really, really loved. Just him.

Leanne drug her lip over him again, smoother now that he was slipperier with her spit. Then another full body lick. Another face kiss.

Leanne took her time. She ran her lips and tongue over Derek’s body as she desired, would suckle an entire limb of his when she felt like it. She tried to show him just how much it meant to her that he considered them to be in a relationship.

This close, she wouldn’t be able to hide her happy tears from him, so she fought them back as much as she could by concentrating on her boyfriend’s body, by doing her damn best to please him with nothing in it for her.

Derek undulated beneath her face, clearly enjoying her attentions. Still, for long minutes, she kept worshipping his little muscular body. After a time, she decided to herself to stop teasing him and get him off.

The pad of her thumb pinned his chest to the bed, and she scooped both of his feet into her mouth with the tip of her tongue. She sucked him inside, all the way up to his abs, then began bobbing minutely over him, rubbing his cock with her wet, compressed upper lip.

Leanne wasn’t skilled at blowjobs, but she could take three or four inches of her boyfriend into her mouth without gagging, no problem. It would be easier to move him in and out of her mouth than slide her entire body up and down the bed with her neck at an extreme angle, but that would defeat the purpose. This was for him.

After a few uncomfortable minutes for her, Derek’s hands landed on her face and she paused, noticing the tension in his little body. The big woman realized he was close, and tried to undulate her lip over his dick and increased the suction on his legs.

Derek’s back arched, pressing upward into her thumb, and she could actually feel the minute pulsing of his cock through her nerve-packed lip. She moaned around his body, mentally satisfied with getting him off.

Circumstances forced their sex to be strange, but still she blew her boyfriend and made him cum. That meant a lot to the once-lonely woman.

Once it seemed like he was finished, she evacuated him from her mouth, and gave one last lick up his body, making sure she’d gotten his entire load. She could barely taste it, so there was no reason for her to leave him with his cum on himself. Not when she could clean it off without effort.

Derek panted just up the bed from where he laid, seemingly wrung out. “That was so good, Leanne. Seriously.”

Leanne smiled up at him, pleased with herself. “I’m glad. But I think we need to talk, Sweetie. Here,” she said and gently scooped him up, holding him securely to her chest as she maneuvered around to lay on her back, the pillow propping up her head.

She laid Derek face down on her sternum, then swept her breasts together over him to keep him warm. She was always conscious of how easily Derek got cold. His core wasn’t very far from his surface, and he didn’t retain heat all that well. Leanne had body heat to spare.

Derek folded his arms under his head and rested his chin on them, looking up at her face. “Okay? What’s on your mind?”

“I don’t think I can take you to work with me again. I’m so sorry.”

Derek frowned. “Do I really bother you that much?”

“No!” she was quick to assure him. “The problem is that I like it too much. I realized today that doing sex things in public with you is a huge turn-on for me, and after a while I start thinking with my pussy instead of my head. Also, I can’t check on you as much as I need to. My boss noticed how often I was in the restroom today.”

Derek despaired, “But… but what about me needing to be there? You know, in case it makes me big again?”

Leanne bit her lip. “That was kind of a longshot anyway, wasn’t it?”

The little man shrugged helplessly. “It’s my only shot.”

Leanne couldn’t stand how hopeless he sounded. “Can you go for four hours in my heat without any water? I can’t get you a drink until my lunch break, and then not again until I’ve left work.”

“I guess I’ll have to,” he finally decided.

“I'm sorry, Honey,” Leanne commiserated. “And you can’t ride in the basement at work, either. I like it too much.”

Derek finally laughed a little. “Yeah, but I think I need the workout. I have to try and stay in shape for my new girlfriend,” he teased.

Leanne chuckled, a little lust creeping in. “I suppose it was a workout, wasn’t it?”

“Mm-hm. Squats and pull-ups today. Bicycle kick and stress ball yesterday.”

Leanne’s eyes lost focus. “Maybe… maybe you could get your exercise before I go to work. Devise a plan, and I’ll provide the equipment.”

The tiny man chuckled. “Such dedication to my health,” he prodded.

“That’s me. I’m a giver,” she returned mock-seriously.

******

Leanne laid on her stomach, propped up with a pillow under her arms as she applied her makeup. Finally having someone special, she’d decided to start taking better care of her appearance. Wearing makeup to work was a nice first step.

In her deep butt crack, she felt Derek finish his third set of chest presses, using the flesh of her giant fat ass as resistance training. She felt him shift from vertical to horizontal, and then he was doing the same thing with squats, prying her cheeks apart with his feet and shoulders over and over.

Finishing her mascara, she checked over her shoulder, “Almost done, Sweetie? I need to get dressed soon.”

“One… more… set…” he yelled from the divide of her bottom.

Leanne idly turned her mascara applicator over and over in her hands. She had been hoping for his exercise program to give her orgasms like the days earlier, but this morning that just wasn’t happening. Instead it was borderline hysterical how he’d decided to use her giant butt cheeks as workout equipment.

She shrugged to herself. His exercise would vary, most likely, and hopefully some of the time she would get to get off as he worked out.

When he’d finished, she gave him some water and protein, and filled the bathroom sink for him. She squeezed a small dollop of her shampoo onto the rim, then a dollop of body wash. She eased him into the water after he’d eaten, applied her deodorant, and left the stick uncapped next to the hand cloth he’d use for a towel.

She had to figure out someway for him to brush his teeth and shave his face. That was going to require some thought.

She dressed herself, pulling on plain white cotton panties, wrestling her girls into her bra cups. Socks, then pants which were left unbuttoned. Her long necklace went over her head and around her neck. A colorful belt was fed through her belt loops, as she felt like her uniform could use a little more flair now.

She heard the bathroom sink draining, and walked in just as Derek was using his hand to transfer some of her deodorant to his armpits. She checked, “Ready for pickup?”

Derek wiped his hands on the hand cloth before stretching his arms out to her. “Yeah, ready!”

Easily grasping him around his torso with one hand, Leanne tucked him into her cleavage, but his time he was facing her instead of facing out.

Derek looked around as she wound her necklace around his ribs a single time. “This is different,” he commented.

“I have a lot of boobs, Honey. There’s more than enough room for you to be comfortable reclining down there and still be all the way inside. Variety, right?”

“Variety,” he agreed, just before he was tucked in the rest of the way, his neck supported just as well as the rest of him.

Leanne donned her uniform top, tucked it into her pants, and checked the mirror one last time. Her big old tits pulled the material taut between them, creating a canvas that easily cleared Derek’s head. He was perfectly hidden.

Shoes and purse, and she was on her way.

Derek was in for a much wilder ride today, not secured close to her sternum. She hoped he was a fan of amusement park rides.

******

Sweat dripped down Leanne’s face. She looked at the clock, and thirty-four minutes had passed. She only needed to hold out for eleven more. Just eleven.

She closed her eyes and lowered her forehead to the cool linoleum.

Derek whapped Leanne’s clit with his right fist like a speed-bag, one-two-three-four. Then his left. He was breathing hard, but most of the moisture on him wasn’t his sweat. He ignored the long drip of grool as it oozed down to drape over his shoulder from the gaping pussy hole directly over his head, just like he ignored all of the others.

He knew just how much effort Leanne was putting in to hold still for him. He also knew that she was enjoying it no matter how tortuous it may have seemed.

Derek tried to use his imagination for working out, tried to involve Leanne’s body as much as he could. The jump rope with an old shoelace on her belly was a disaster, though. He needed athletic support before trying that again, and the sight of his dick and balls flopping made Leanne giggle, which tumbled Derek from her body altogether. Also, the shoelace stung her skin, she had said. No more jumping rope.

The washcloth he stood on was getting fairly wet, absorbing Leanne’s pussy juice as it dripped down his body. Sometimes in big gooey ropes, sometimes in splattering drops. It would cling to him and slowly ooze down to his makeshift rug. Still, the washcloth afforded him sure footing, whereas the linoleum floor of the bathroom would quickly have become dangerously slippery. Especially since Derek was barefoot. Derek glanced upward for a moment, and beyond the spread lips and yawning hole, Leanne had a trickle of fluid creeping down the inside of one of her very spread thighs.

He kept hammering the bag, losing himself in the rhythm. Four left, then four right. His hands ached a little, not being able to tape them, but it wasn’t like Leanne’s clit was a rubber bag that would tear his skin, either.

“Time!” Leanne nearly screamed, and Derek paused.

“What?”

“Time! Forty-five minutes. All done,” she heaved, the thighs in his peripheral vision beginning to shake.

Derek stretched his arms and shoulders where he stood. “Alright. Thanks, Leanne.”

“Take a deep breath, Honey. Three–"

“Wait, what?” Derek noticed her get off of her hands, moving to an upright position on her splayed knees directly straddling his orthostatic form.

“Two–“

Derek glanced up at the nearly-vibrating, quivery pussy lips looming above him, and the clitoris that was visibly pulsing as it throbbed. “Oh.”

“One–“

Derek took a deep breath, tucked his head under his arms, and stood ramrod straight.

Leanne dropped her big white ass all the way down to the floor, entirely sheathing him in one splattering stroke, and that was all it took.

Derek felt her walls clench around him repeatedly as they tried to fulfill the mating instinct and milk his body of semen, felt the hot, gooey cum cling to him that felt different than the runnier juice that Leanne produced so abundantly. Her cervix opening mouthed at the arms protecting his head in her throes as it tried to intake any baby batter that might be pooled in there, a natural contraction of the muscle that Derek had no idea actually happened until that moment.

The squeezing didn’t harm him. A penis could withstand this, and those didn’t have any bones reinforcing anything. Derek wouldn’t even bruise. Still, he was already in oxygen debt from his little workout on her speed-bag, and he wasn’t trained in holding his breath like a diver would have been. Leanne had about a minute to get him back out before he was in trouble. Maybe less.

He couldn’t lower his arms, the undulating walls weren’t allowing him enough room. Prolonging her orgasm by moving his body in any way seemed like a very bad idea. Derek imitated a dildo and stayed perfectly still, his arms over his head simulating the mushroom crown. The feeling of Leanne’s orgasm seemed to taper off, then his feet left the floor and he felt the sensation of rapidly rising, like he was in an elevator going up.

An instant after the moving sensation stopped, the tunnel around him squeezed in a different manner, and Derek found himself evacuated into Leanne’s waiting hand in a gush of vaginal slime.

He cleared his eyes of pussy goop, looking into his girlfriend’s satisfied, yet sweaty and exhausted face.

“I think I like the speed-bag,” she admitted.

******

After a week of accompanying Leanne to work, Derek finally called a stop to it.

“Look, I appreciate you trying for me, but I just can’t anymore. The forced immobility, the heat without water to drink, it’s driving me nuts. If the cure was something about the place or the food, it would have happened by now. Probably.”

Leanne worried her lip. “What else could it be?”

Derek shrugged from his seat on her shoulder as she soaked in the bath, him resting after swimming laps from her floating breasts to the faucet and back. “Who knows? I remember these three goth teenagers smirking at me, they could be witches for all I know. There could have been something as outlandish as a dimensional flux and I was in just the right place at the right time. Hell, it could even be a monkey’s paw version of the wish I made just then to be taken care of for once.”

The big woman froze, and carefully turned her head to look at him. “I was wishing that I had a man to take care of, right before that happened. I remember now.”

Derek tried to fight it, but he still got excited. Still got his hopes up. “Wanna try wishing me big again? I’ll wish, too?”

Leanne was ashamed of herself, but had to be honest. “I’m afraid if you get big again, I’ll lose you.”

“Lose me? If I get big again, I’m stealing you away to live with me in my apartment.”

Leanne wiped her eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“No I’m not!” he exclaimed, and God help her, Leanne believed him. He was too offended to be lying. “Hey, I’m a boob-man, and you’ve got the biggest I’ve ever seen. Even if I was full size. Plus, you’re incredibly kind. The kindest, sweetest woman I’ve ever met. I’d never let you go.”

“Even though I’m so much older and uglier than you? You’re a ten, Derek. Nine on a bad day. I was barely a five thirty years ago.”

Derek hugged her sad, sad face. “Putting numbers to either of us isn’t fair and you know it, Leanne. What I know is I’ve been looking for someone I can completely trust my whole life. Someone nice, someone kind. A person who won’t fly off the handle when I screw up, because I so will… Also, someone with basketball-sized tits, and will you look there!? Holy crap, those are some big boobs!”

Leanne giggled wetly and shoved him face-first into her ‘big boobs’ for a moment before putting him on the floor of the bathroom. She took a deep breath. “Okay, Honey. Start wishing.”

Leanne closed her eyes, and wished Derek was full-sized again. Over and over she wished, and though her heart wasn’t in it, still she wished. For him.

Minutes passed.

“Leanne, can you put me back in the tub? I’m cold now.”

She cracked open her eyes, and was both relieved and disappointed to find Derek the same as he was, six inches tall. She grasped him in her fist, holding him to her chest as she sank a little deeper in the water.

“I'm sorry that didn’t work,” she whispered.

The only answer back from him was a shuddering and a sniffle, and so she held her man and rubbed his back as he silently cried into her bosom.

******

Leanne stood, feet shoulder width apart, palms bracing herself on the wall. Clad in only a pair of bleach-white panties, her heavy hangers drooped forward and off of her belly, her cylindrical nipples hard and nearly pointing at the floor.

Giving a lewd moan around her bit lip, the stacked, plump woman squeezed her cunt muscles, slurping Derek further inside of her. A moment later, he pressed off of her G-spot and pulled himself back out with a two-handed grip of her asshole.

Early morning exercise was the most wonderful thing to Leanne, now. She loved the bicycle kick and stress ball mornings, she really loved the speed-bag mornings, but squats and chin-up days were her absolute favorite.

Every two minutes she clenched him back inside, and every time felt better than the last. Suddenly, Derek began stomping her G-spot, and seconds later she was gushing, flooding her panties until nearly all that liquid poured through the cloth like a water filter, some going down the insides of both her legs.

She howled, oh did she howl!

Panting, she wiggled her soaked drawers down to her knees, then removed her drenched boyfriend from where he hung upside-down, still halfway inside of her pussy.

Derek sure knew how to make Monday mornings great.

******

“I wish I had my phone,” Derek lamented as he watched Leanne get dressed for a short shift over the lunch rush.

“Where would it be?” Leanne wondered, pulling her boobs up the insides of her bra cups until they sat right. She jostled her bra by the shoulder straps, and her breasts wobbled wildly as they settled into symmetry.

Derek nearly lost his train of thought at the sight. “I don’t know. Probably wherever the clothes I was wearing went when I shrank.”

“Oh my God! Your clothes are in the trunk of my car! I completely forgot!”

Derek fidgeted, then asked, “Can I talk you into getting my stuff before you leave for work?”

Leanne glanced at the clock, then hurriedly stepped into her pants and pulled her top over her head. “I'll have to hustle. Be right back, Honey.”

Derek watched her big round bottom as she hustled out the door, then scratched himself in a lot of different places. Doll clothes were simply not made with comfort in mind. Ken had more reason to be pissed off other than lacking a dick.

A few minutes later, Leanne came back with a big black garbage bag in her hands. She quickly dug in the bag, pulling out his pants and divesting the pockets for him. His phone, keys, and wallet joined him on the recliner seat. She then leaned way down, gave him a face-engulfing kiss, and hurried back out.

Derek turned on his phone, having to squeeze the sides of his phone between his arms to depress the button, and it immediately went dark again. Dead battery.

“Well fuck,” he muttered, disgusted.

******

Leanne entered the foreign apartment, carefully locking the door behind her, and then pulled her sweatshirt completely off to drape it over a chair. “So, this is your place?”

From his perch between her breasts, Derek surveyed his old home. “It was,” he admitted. “Got a new place now.”

Leanne ruffled his hair affectionately with a finger pad. “Okay, what do we need to get?”

“For starters, my wireless phone charger and my laptop. I’ve got a photo album with pictures of my parents I’d like to keep, and unless we want someone declaring me missing, we should probably get most of my clothes, too.”

Leanne nodded in thought, and noticed the flat-screen television. “Can we take your TV, too?”

“If you can lift it, sure. Knock yourself out. Anything that catches your eye.”

Leanne gave the TV an experimental lift. It was light enough for her to carry. “Okay, let’s get started. What do I say if someone asks why I’m emptying your apartment of valuables?”

Derek shrugged, running his hands over the bulging expanses of breast flesh to his left and right. “Tell them, uh… tell them I’m in jail, I guess, and you’re saving my stuff for me.”

“You don’t really feel like you’re in jail, do you?” the mature woman worried.

“No, I don’t. But the truth is, my freedom really is restricted now. It’s not your fault, it is what it is, and my living conditions are a million times better with you than without.”

“Okay? And so why am I doing this and not anyone else? Like your friends, or parents or anything?”

Derek bit the bullet. “I lost my parents when I was twelve. I don’t really have any close friends, either. Just tell whoever the truth. You’re my girlfriend.”

Leanne protested, “No one in their right mind would believe I'm your girlfriend. I'll tell them I’m your… aunt or something. Now tell me where that photo album is, we'll start there.”

He lost his parents at twelve? She was damned sure that album was being saved.

******

Derek worked at his phone, propped upright on the wireless charger. He’d figured out how to connect it to his laptop and use it as a keyboard and touch pad peripheral, and had finally found the second thing he'd been looking for.

A voice distortion app.

He played with the settings, playing back his voice until the app had deepened it enough that it sounded like himself before his vocal chords became teeny.

Then he called his workplace.

“R.L. Hammerstein Incorporated, Human Resources. This is Rachel, how can I help you?”

“Hi, this is Derek Olsen. I’m sorry, but I have to quit.”

“Is there a problem, Mr. Olsen?”

Derek had given his excuse much thought. “I found out I have a genetic problem with my immune system. I have to live in a clean room from now on, and find a job I can do from home. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to call, the last week or so has been crazy.”

Boy, was that an understatement, he thought to himself.

“One moment, please,” the lady said, and he was put on hold.

Derek sat in front of his phone, cross-legged to reach the keyboard displayed on the bottom, and began to enter searches on shrinking men while he waited.

He didn’t find anything like his reality. He did find porn. Stories, and animations, and photoshopped pictures and artwork and videos made for people who fantasized about just what happened to him. His mind raced.

“Derek? This is George Swanson. Now, Rachel tells me you have to work from home for health reasons. We do have positions like that here, so why don’t we talk about what your skillset is, and where we can fit you in.”

Derek had been planning on electronically filing for unemployment and having it direct deposited. This was much, much better.

******

Leanne came home from work to find her boyfriend pacing on her dresser top in front of his phone stand.

“You look agitated, Honey.”

Derek nearly stumbled as he turned to face her. “Uh, maybe? I’ve got news. And maybe an idea.”

Leanne blew out a breath, moved the hair that had escaped her bun out of her face, and began getting out of her work uniform. “Okay, let’s start with the news. What’s up?”

“Well, I called my work to tell them I had to quit. Instead, they gave me a job working from home. It’s not quite as much as I used to make, but it should only take me maybe four to six hours a day. So I can help with money now.”

Leanne frowned, and Derek was momentarily distracted by all of the cleavage on display as she turned to him with her hands on her hips. “I don’t want your money, Derek.”

Derek ran his hands through his hair in a little frustration. “I can’t just pop down to the store if I want something, not anymore. I can order things online, but for food and everything else? That’s all you.”

Leanne wasn’t backing down. “You literally eat the crumbs of my meals. It costs nothing extra to feed you.”

“Just… Look, I’m trying to accept the reality that my height is most likely permanent. I don’t want to be a charity case, and this is something I can do. Just let me help, okay? I want to help provide here, give you a better life. That’s what being in a relationship is all about. So I need your bank account info to make electronic transfers, and I need our address to get stuff delivered.”

Leanne was silent as she finished disrobing, deciding to just wear a long t-shirt for now. “Fine, I guess. I’ll write all of that stuff down for you. Now, what was this idea?”

Derek huffed, and walked to his phone, bringing up a video to play on the laptop. “Come watch this,” he beckoned.

It was a short video clip of a skinny naked woman with big 80’s hair, and she was rubbing her clit. Someone had inserted a CGI man inside of her vagina, struggling, until her fingers dipped into her hole and appeared to shove him inside.

“There’s a whole community of people who are into this. The best of the content isn’t all that realistic. As a matter of fact, this one is the best I could find. We could make videos like this, and sell them. Shrunken man porn.”

“I’m not making porn!” she shouted, then glanced worriedly at her closed apartment door and lowered her voice. “I’m not making porn, Derek,” she hissed.

Derek shrugged. “Think about it. It’s stuff we’re already doing, and given the specialty nature of it and just how good the special effects are,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “we could sell clips for like, twenty, twenty-five a download. We can edit them so your face is never in it if you want.”

Leanne had to stop and think after that. “Twenty-five bucks a pop?”

Derek nodded. “Sure. Twenty downloads, and we’ve made five hundred bucks before taxes. And the people who are into this? They’re starved for the kind of content we could make. One or two releases a month, because of all the ‘special effects' time the video would have needed, and we could make some serious dough.”

“And you think people would want to see my naked body?”

“Without a doubt,” Derek said seriously. He typed in a new search for ‘Mature Big Tit BBW’, and showed her the thumbnails of all the videos the search uncovered. “See? Women shaped like you are, well, you don’t have to worry about that. Guys will find you sexy.”

“I'm not saying yes,” she finally managed. “Not yet. But maybe we could try making one, and if… if it isn’t too bad, we’ll talk about selling it, okay?”

It was probably the best Derek could have hoped for. “That’s more than fair. Now I really do need our address, I’ve got some things to order, and a digital recorder is on that list.”

******

Buying the 3D printer was the most genius idea Derek had ever had, in his estimation. The design software wasn’t all that user friendly, and it took him quite some time to familiarize himself with the tools, but with an hour here and there when he was done with work he got the hang of it.

The only problems with it was that it wasn’t fast, and the bottom plate it printed on was heated to a very high temperature and also took a long time to cool. In addition he’d need Leanne to remove any completed product from the printer that he couldn’t lift.

He looked on in satisfaction at the two lawn chairs his size, and the pieces of a rolling plastic office chair that when snapped together, should allow him to work in a little more comfort. All he had to do was wait for the hot plate to cool down, and maybe get Leanne to put his office chair together if it proved to be too much effort for his small arms to snap the wheels together.

The high-end digital recorder still sat in its box, over on the corner of the dresser. Leanne hadn’t brought the subject of videos back up yet, and Derek was currently content to let it lie. She’d be ready when she felt like it, and any badgering on his part would likely sour the idea.

He wanted her able to replace her car. The thing she drove couldn’t have very long left to live, so Derek needed to make a lot of money in a hurry. His job would help, but the porn idea had the potential to change the game. That was contingent on Leanne’s participation, though, and nothing would happen until she decided one way or another.

Instead, he turned his attention to the design of small plastic needles, and the handles that when a pair of exacto-knife blades were snapped into it, should make a usable pair of shears for his size. He was going to make better, more comfortable clothing for himself. He wrote himself an electronic note to have Leanne pick him up some high-quality handkerchiefs in solid colors, and the strongest, thinnest thread she could find.

He had a lot of other ideas, but he needed to address his needs before his wants.

******

“You know, I’ll bet that looks impressive as all hell,” Leanne spoke conversationally around a wince. “Too bad I can’t see it!”

Clamped to her nipples were two fine chains, both fed through a ring. Below the ring the chains dropped perfectly vertical, ending in smaller rings. On those rings, Derek held himself in a balanced handstand, gripping the rings as a gymnast would, before looping around twice and holding himself with his arms nearly straight out to the sides, his legs out in front as though he were sitting.

Leanne was bent over, supporting herself with her hands on her thighs, as Derek did a half-remembered gymnastics routine from high-school on chains attached to her nipples. Her breasts hung away from her body, and completely blocked the view for her. “How do you even know how to do this?” she wondered aloud.

Derek dropped to hang from the rings. “I was in foster homes from the time I was twelve, so I signed up for every after-school extracurricular I could, just so I didn’t have to spend so much time at whatever house. Gymnastics ran the longest, so I stuck with it. I am a little out of practice, though,” he admitted.

Leanne lamented, “I really do wish I could see it.”

“Well,” Derek tried, “The camera we bought, you can turn the view screen around so it shows whatever the camera is seeing. You could see it that way.”

“Next time,” the big woman managed. “Can I fuck you now? My nips are getting pretty tender, here.”

The little guy dropped from the rings to the floor. He’d discovered it on accident when he fell off of the dresser, but it turned out that even though it was eight times his body length to the floor, gravity worked the same way. A four foot drop is four feet down, no matter how big a person is. It was even easier for Derek, since he had so little body weight to cushion from the impact. The single foot from the rings to the floor? Easy.

“Fuck me, huh? What’s going on in that lusty mind, Babe?”

Leanne unclamped the chains from her nipples, sighing in relief and gently rubbing the tender nubs. “When I was a teenager, I used to get myself off by grinding on a pillow. I want to put you on the pillow first this time.”

“Adventure!” Derek shouted, fists raised to the heavens.

Leanne giggled appreciatively, before grasping her man and walking to her bed. She knee-walked across her mattress until she could fetch her pillow, and then busied herself bunching it up between her thighs. She carefully placed her half-foot boyfriend into the dip of the pillow just so, directly beneath her moist pussy. The nipple clamps, though somewhat painful, actually did get her motor running.

Derek stared at the wet, hairy pussy looming over him, the lips parted and her clit hard and bulbous. Her humid odor wafted down to him, charged with her body heat. Then the pussy was rushing down, Leanne’s weight sinking him into the pillow and burying him in wetness, flesh, and oddly soft pubic hair.

He idly wondered if she had started to use conditioner on her bush for him.

Once she had the contact and pressure she desired, Leanne started to hump him. Slow at first, she’d drag her clit down his body, her wet lips sliding around his outline. Then back up his body, until she nudged his face with the hard, slick bean of her happy button. That first pass, it was almost a kiss from her clit and as it moved away, a string of pussy sap stretched between Derek’s lips and the tip of her nerve bundle.

Leanne began to speed the pace of her bucking, grinding against the entirety of his little form, and the pressure increased as she started to bore down against him. After a scant few minutes, the sawing of her cunt around and on Derek started to blur. It was all moving too fast for him to make out any details any longer.

The tiny man simply closed his eyes and endured. Leanne’s bucking flung droplets of her moisture up at his face with every pass. He didn’t dare move his arms, so he had to wait for one to strike close to his mouth to taste it.

The plump giantess started to make pleading noises far above him, wordless sounds that conveyed just how good it was all feeling to her, and then she dropped to her hands. Leanne’s bush-covered, fluffy paunch enveloped Derek’s head.

It became a little less fun for Derek after that. Turning his head to the side, he could get a little air through the pillow fabric. The wet furry mass on his face didn’t rub at all. It just shifted fat around behind it as Leanne continued to grind away on the rest of him with her needy moose knuckle, the fat beef flaps slithering up and down his form and her slippery hard clit straining for every bit of friction.

Time seemed to lose meaning for Derek. He was smothered in her flesh, her smell, her sounds, her moisture, her lust. Until finally, she bore down more and humped minutely, uncoordinated, as she came and came.

He felt her hand slide beneath him, cupping his body to her mound, and then she was rolling them over. Once she’d released him, Derek’s body slid down her pussy until his head landed face first in the very entrance of her hole, into the creamy ejaculate that still oozed slowly out to drip down the crack of her ass.

Derek lapped at the pool of her cum, the nectar still as ambroisal as it had ever been for him.

Leanne took deep shuddering breaths as she cooled down, caressing her man’s hair with a finger tip as he drank his fill from her.

******

Leanne stomped into their efficiency apartment, a thunderous look on her face and a six-pack of wine coolers hanging from each hand.

She dropped heavily into her recliner, and twisted off the top of her first drink, taking a huge gulp. Her purse was flung away, and the remaining eleven drinks were set on the floor near the sides of her chair for easy access.

Derek spun in his custom-made plastic office chair away from his workstation on her dresser top and took a good look at her state. “Rough day, Honey?”

Leanne glared at nothing in particular, took another deep draught, and rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand. “I hate my fucking job.”

Derek frowned in concern. “Anything I can do to help?”

Leanne picked at the label on her wine cooler with her short fingernails. “I could really use some stress relief. Would it be okay if I put you in my panties for awhile?”

Derek blinked. It wasn’t like he was able to rub her back or shoulders. “Sure, Babe. Anything you need.” He stood from his chair, removing the heavy soft cotton shirt and pants he’d painstakingly cut from handkerchiefs and sewn together. They weren’t pretty, but they were comfortable and warm.

Leanne drained her first bottle, walked over to her dresser and picked up her naked boyfriend in a single, chubby fist, then stalked back over to her chair.

Leanne didn’t bother to change out of her uniform, nor did she bother to clean herself up any.

She popped the button on her uniform pants, lowered the zipper, and shuffled into a slouch almost petulantly. Without another word and still looking like storm clouds were hiding in her expression, she shoved Derek behind the barrier of her underwear until he felt right.

Then she picked up another drink and opened it.

To a casual observer, nothing would seem amiss. Just a tired, irritated wage slave drinking alone and still in her work uniform, pants undone with blue panties poking out of the gap in a semblance of hurried comfort.

If a person would look closer, they’d notice the faint movements happening behind the crotch of her pants, as her six-inch tall boyfriend toiled away at her sweaty pussy.

Derek didn’t know how long he was working on massaging and squeezing the agitated woman’s clit. He thought she’d had two or three small orgasms, and she felt wet differently than the sweat he’d started with, but really he didn’t know if he was even helping or not.

In any event, Derek enjoyed all of it. He liked the smell of her sweat, and the smell of her pussy, so it followed that starting with sweaty pussy was good, too. He labored in the heat and humidity beneath her panties without complaint, for an unmeasurable amount of time. He worked right up until a giant clumsy hand grabbed him and dragged him bodily up her fuzzy pooch until he was halfway out of the underwear. The elastic of Leanne’s panties stretched across his lower back, and he sank into the fluffy curve of the lower portion of her inverted belly.

Derek tried to gauge Leanne’s expression, but it was difficult due to his angle and the sheer size of the big woman’s bust. Her eyes seemed to be in a little better of a mood, anyway. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nooooo,” the big woman slurred. “Juss ‘ad to work real hard today. Like, real hard. Got all sweaty.”

Derek chuckled and nuzzled her softness with his face. “I noticed.”

“Yeah. An’ it sucked. Issa good thing mah boyfrien' don’t mind no sweat.” Leanne leaned in more towards him as though sharing a secret, and whispered loudly in an alcoholic exhale. “He likes mah sweat!”

“Leanne, Baby… How many drinks have you had?”

Her brow furrowed in thought, and she leaned over to the left, counting the empty bottles in the carrying box. “Five.”

Derek’s eyebrows raised. “Five?”

Leanne stared at him, glaze-eyed, then leaned over to the right. “Oops. I meant nine.”

“Nine?”

Leanne finished the drink in her hand, emptying the bottle. Then looked to her right again, and then her left. “’Leven now. One leff'.”

Derek buried his face in the ultra-soft fluffy fat of Leanne’s tummy, and laughed quietly to himself. Her math skills were shit when she was tanked. Still, how long was he in his girlfriend’s drawers that she had time to put down eleven wine coolers?

He finally got control of himself, and looked back up at her face. As soon as his eyes made contact with hers, her face lightened up with happiness. “’Err's mah sexy boyfrien'!

Derek humored her good-naturedly. “I’m sexy?”

“Uh-huh,” Leanne nodded, and palmed her pussy to rub up and down it. In actuality, she was rubbing her cooch with Derek’s legs, not that she noticed. “Ahm so glad I was wassa one ‘oo saw you shrink, an’ you let me bring you ‘ome wid me. Sexiest man ever… in mah panties.”

Leanne’s eyes bulged, and she burst into drunken laughter. “Yeh got in mah panties!” she exclaimed, laughing even more.

Leanne’s laughter, booze-fueled though it was, was incredibly infectious. Derek couldn’t help laughing along with her as his platform wobbled and shook gelatinously.

She reached over the armrest, grabbed her last bottle and cracked it open, the cap fumbling out of her clumsy fingers. “Hey… Hey! Less' talk about de porn sellin’! Make bunches of money, righ? An’enn quit mah job.” Her face darkened momentarily. She didn’t seem to realize she was still rubbing her pussy lips with her boyfriend’s legs.

Derek slowly shook his head. “I don’t think making this decision when you’re drunk and irritated is the best idea, Babe.”

Leanne chugged half of her last drink in one long swallow. “Sure it is! Cause mah boyfrien’ can talk me into doin’ it now! Yer really smart, han'some man. I bet you gots loss’ of idears. Whass' de one dat I’d haffta be dis drunk for?”

Derek sighed in defeat, and mentally ran through his list of ideas for the safest. “The pee one,” he decided.

“Okay? An’ whad I gots ta do?”

Derek realized there was no stopping her, not right now. “You have to set up the recorder on the bathroom floor, and get that enormous wine goblet you have, put it in front of the camera. Then you drop me into the glass, tell me it’s a punishment, and pee into it.”

Leanne snorted, “No, really. Whass de idea?”

Derek shrugged, the elastic across his back getting uncomfortable. “You asked which one you’d have to be drunk for. This is one of the themes. You just really have to wait until you think you’re going to piss yourself, to fill that goblet as full as possible. If you really want to do this, you should finish that bottle and start drinking a bunch of water.”

Leanne blinked bleary at the little man pinned to her belly by her underwear. Then she drained the last of her bottle, stood, and stumbled over to get the video camera, pants undone yet staying up due to her wide hips, boyfriend in the open gap of her zipper and forgotten about for the moment.

She managed to get the camera on the floor and turned on, then retrieved the giant clear-glass goblet, the container looking like a round wine glass but ten times the size, with a thick, stubby stem that led to a wide base on the bottom.

Derek found himself in a staring contest with Leanne’s deep, dark bellybutton as she gathered the supplies.

She placed the comically large glass on the bathroom floor, right in front of the camera. Then she remembered the man in her panties. “Is’sat good?”

Derek craned his neck to look behind him. “Further out, Honey. More towards the wall.”

It took time, but eventually Derek had talked her into taking her clothes off and guzzling glass after glass of water.

“How much more water do I gots ta drink?” she whined.

“Until you can’t hold it anymore, Leanne. Besides, it’ll help with your hangover.”

“Oh,” she stated dumbly. “Issa good thing yer so smart.”

“Now remember, push record, put me in the glass, and tell me that I was a bad toy and I’m getting my punishment. Oh! And for the video, my name is Billdo, and your name is Goddess. Got it?”

Leanne snorted in laughter. “Like a dildo, but a Bill, too!” She drank more water and smiled happily. “An’ I’mma Goddess! An yer– Uh-oh. Gotta go right now.”

Surprisingly to Derek, Leanne remembered to do everything even though she was way past ‘hammered’ and on her way to incoherent. She grasped him in her clammy hand with a grip just a little too tight, and staggered into the bathroom.

She pushed record on the camera, dancing foot-to-foot in the international pee-pee dance, and staggered around to in front of the camera, feet on either side of the glass goblet.

“Yer… yer a bad toy, Billdo!” she slurred. “A bad, bad toy! An’ now, yer gonna get yer p'nshmn't.”

Derek begged convincingly in character as she dropped him into the enormous wine glass, the rim at least four inches above his head as he stood up in the center of the transparent encasement. He couldn’t help but to stare upward as Leanne drunkenly squatted over the rim of his clear prison, her musky scents filling his glass tank with humid vaginal odor and stale sweat, and a few drops of hot piss dripped down on him before she simply opened up the floodgates and everything came shooting out in force.

The powerful, thick urine stream knocked him from his feet, and kept him under the surface as the mockery of an aquarium began to fill. As the level rose, he got caught in the current, swirling around and around the circular glass. Foam bubbled and rose to the top of the liquid, nearly mimicking a beer pour.

Leanne’s piss was body temperature hot, and the alcohol content within it made Derek’s eyes burn even though they were clenched shut. He held his breath and tried to scramble to the surface.

He made it once, before Leanne’s still-powerful stream dunked him into the brine again.

He could hear the stream as it punched through the surface of the rising piddle, and he almost sighed in relief when it quit. A bubble still managed to escape his mouth, floating upward through the yellow liquid. Then a short burst of more pee shot down. Then one more.

Derek swam to the surface, grasping the rim of the goblet and wiping his eyes clean, coughing and retching. While he normally enjoyed Leanne’s fluids, her booze-piss wasn’t very pleasant at all.

He finally took stock, noticing that Leanne had filled the goblet to an inch below its rim, which was a sizeable feat. The glass was designed to hold at least two entire bottles of wine. Maybe three. He flung his arms over the side, holding himself up like he was in a public pool.

Derek glanced around the room, finding Leanne passed out, sitting on the floor against the wall with her head bowed low and her legs wide open, directly across the wineglass from the camera.

He heaved one last time, and spit the taste from his mouth over the side. If the video turned out as epically as he thought it did, it was going to sell really well. Not that it was any fun shooting it.

He looked at his snoring girlfriend, then at the vat of cooling urine he’d been deluged under, the foamy top dissipating, and then at the sink, so very high above his head.

“Aw nuts. Outsmarted myself.”

******

Leanne awoke feeling about a hundred times better than she had any right to. She had an awful crick in her neck and back, she had a slight headache, was a little queasy, her bladder was full, and the room stank to high heaven. Still, after her binge the night prior, the woman felt pretty good, considering.

She cracked open her eyes, catching sight of the huge glass filled with her piss, which led to thoughts of Derek.

She’d passed out, and left him naked in a swimming pool of her urine! Leanne frantically scanned the room for any sign of her missing boyfriend.

He wouldn’t have slid himself into my vagina to keep warm, would he?” she worried to herself. He KNOWS that my pussy tries to eat him!

She carefully checked with her fingers, uncomfortably wedging between the tacky lips, and found herself empty. Leanne breathed a sigh of relief. She carefully got to her feet and checked her butt-crack for a wayward half-foot man, again coming up empty-handed.

She edged her way around the Goblet of Yellow Fire, and sat on the toilet to relieve her bladder. She slowly hefted one breast, checking the fold beneath, then the other.

With still no sign of Derek, she emptied the glass into the toilet, flushing everything down, and rinsed it out in the bathtub just once.

She left the bathroom, being very careful where she put her feet down, and finally found her man sleeping in her discarded uniform top on the floor.

She nudged him with a finger, gently. “Hey, wake up Honey.”

Derek cracked his eyes open and stretched. “Hey. How're you feeling?”

“Better than I should,” she admitted. “I'll bet you’d like a bath.”

Derek grinned ruefully. “You'd be right. Last night wasn’t one of my better ideas.”

Leanne chuckled and went to fill the bathroom sink, not moving as fast as she did most days. On their excursion to Derek’s apartment, she’d gathered his own shampoo and body wash, so she pumped a small dollop of each on the rim for him to use.

Once Derek was in the water and scrubbing himself down, Leanne sat on the toilet to talk.

“I feel like I should be apologizing to you, Honey. I should never have pushed to make a video, and I really shouldn’t have fallen asleep before you were cleaned up and someplace safe.”

Derek paused with his hands full of sudsy hair. “I’m pretty sure that most of the blame falls to me. You were determined to make a video, and that was the only idea I had that guaranteed you wouldn’t pass out with me trapped inside of you somewhere.”

Leanne thought that over, and shuddered. She would have passed out, and the idea of him trapped in her pussy, or even in her ass, unable to breathe and slowly dying while Leanne drunkenly slept was horrifying. “Good thinking, Baby. This really was the best you could have done. Did… did you look at the camera at all?”

“No. Not yet. If you’ll help me hook it up to the laptop, I can download it and see how it came out later. I had to try and dry myself on the bathroom mat, and then I slept in a pile of your uniform. You’re going to have to wash those, sorry about that.”

Leanne shrugged carelessly. “I was going to have to go to the laundromat tomorrow anyway. Do… do you think that we should try and sell it? The video, I mean?”

Her boyfriend kept scrubbing himself down with his body wash, scooped from the rim of the sink. It was his second pass. “I do, but that shouldn’t be the first one we post. We can talk about it when you feel better. Are you calling in to work today?”

Leanne shook her head. “No, this wouldn’t be the first time I went to work achy and hungover. I appreciate you making me drink all that water, I feel almost normal.”

When Derek had finished his bath, Leanne carried him to the dresser top, holding him close to her face and taking deep sniffs. She loved how he smelled when he used his own bathroom supplies rather than hers.

She connected the camera to the laptop, as directed by him, and then went to clean herself and get ready for work.

******

Once upon a time, Leanne hated going to the laundromat. With nothing to occupy her while her laundry was washing or drying, she’d begin comparing herself to the other woman there, and would always leave feeling depressed.

For instance, that skinny girl at the arcade machine, the one with the beautiful red hair that held all the hues of a campfire? Old-Leanne would have hated her for making her feel fat and dull. But that was Leanne in the pre-Derek era.

New-Leanne had a much better outlook.

That redhead couldn’t know what it’s like to have her boyfriend do a gymnastics floor routine on her lumpy mattress for no other reason than to entertain her. While he was naked. She couldn’t know what it was like to have that boyfriend not be angry when she laughed at his comical falls, but to instead laugh right along with her.

Those two college girls in the corner? Neither of those snickering bitches got an intense, gushing, G-spot orgasm every Monday morning to start her workweek. Neither knew what it felt like to have her boyfriend tap her clit for forty-five minutes straight, or how good the penetration felt right after.

That heavily pregnant, harried-looking woman, trying to both do her family’s laundry and corral a rambunctious three-year old?

Well, Leanne was still envious of her. Some things Derek just couldn’t fix.

But that blonde who looked like she’d just stepped out of the cover of a fashion magazine? Just seeing her would have sent Old-Leanne to a liquor store on the way home, to drink herself into at least one bad decision and an ovary-crusher of a morning.

New-Leanne knew better.

Supermodel-Blonde didn’t have a man who both could and would lay in her panties like a hammock. Didn’t have a man who would choose to spend hours slowly teasing her with caresses from doll-sized hands all over her most sensitive areas in the middle of a public laundromat until she felt like she was going to explode.

Leanne casually looked around, and seeing no one was looking her way, cupped her hand between her thighs and pressed her boyfriend in to smash his hard chest against her clit.

She rubbed him around in a slow circle, twice, and then just kept the pressure there while she silently came and came. That little bit was all she needed to pop the cork on her fireworks.

Once she’d finished, she gave him a single caress from her finger, through the layers of her sweatpants and her underwear, and went back to folding her clothes.

Most importantly of all, though, Supermodel-Blonde couldn’t know what it was like to have such awful self-esteem, such self-disgust for decades on end. She simply wasn’t old enough, for one. For another, she was too pretty to have ever felt as badly as Leanne. The blonde couldn’t know what it was like to be so low.

So it followed that the blonde couldn’t then know what it was like to have the most wonderful man in existence dropped in her lap like he was a gift from The Almighty Himself. She couldn’t know what it was like to have that man inspire her to feel attractive for once. To feel sexy.

Supermodel-Blonde couldn’t know what it was like to genuinely feel beautiful to herself after a lifetime of feeling not.

No, Leanne wasn’t envious of the blonde. Not even a little. The girl didn’t have Derek like Leanne did…

And she didn’t have boobs like Leanne did, either. Blondie would have to stuff her bra to fill an A-cup.

Leanne set the folded t-shirt on top of the others, and picked up the laundry basket to bring to her car, the second to last. Her giving boyfriend began to tease her again.

As she backed into the door to open it with her arms full, Leanne caught a glimpse of the blonde's backside, and shook her head in pity.

The girl was shaped like a two by four, the poor thing.

******

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******

“Is that a smartphone!?”

Leanne looked up wildly, a bite of half-chewed food still in her mouth, as her manager sat across from her.

Chrissie glanced at the messaging bubbles on Leanne’s phone, then smiled knowingly at the woman. “You have a man,” she stated with certainty.

Leanne stalled, “What makes you say that?”

Chrissie started ticking points on her fingers. “You’re wearing makeup every day. You suddenly have a smartphone, and you spend all of your breaks texting with a smile on your face. Leanne, you’re happy. Absolutely radiant. So, what's his name?”

Leanne locked her phone. She didn’t need her boss reading what she and Derek had been actually texting to each other. “Derek. His name is Derek,” she groaned in defeat.

“What’s he like? How come you haven’t brought him around?”

Leanne blinked at her excited manager. “He's nearly perfect,” Leanne finally admitted. “Handsome, funny, nice, generous… He’s out of my league. Way too young to be with me,” she added as an afterthought.

“So how did you land him?”

Leanne was grateful she and Derek had concocted a story in case anyone became curious about him. “Derek’s got that anxiety thing where public places and strangers make him uncomfortable. Like, he just shuts down. It turns out that he lives on my floor. One day he tried leaving his apartment, and I bumped into him. For whatever reason he doesn’t feel any anxiety with me at all, so we got to know each other. Then more happened. So we only date at home, and he doesn’t ever leave his place, or let anyone inside but me.” Leanne shrugged, “That’s pretty much the whole story.”

None of the story was technically a lie. Derek was terrified of someone else discovering him in his helpless state. Being in public and unhidden definitely would cause him anxiety. He lived with her, so technically he lived on her floor, too, and most days she did bump into him. Rhythmically and repeatedly.

Chrissie leaned in, eyes sparkling. “Do you have a picture?”

Leanne unlocked her phone and showed Chrissie the only photo she had of him, one from his Facebook page before his shrinking problem happened.

Chrissie took a good long look at the picture. “I don’t believe you,” she finally stated. “This guy? And only you can see him? It sounds like you invented a boyfriend who lives in Canada.”

Leanne took her phone back and smiled brightly. “I really can’t bring myself to care,” she stated with both confidence and cheer.

Chrissie blinked. “What?”

Leanne picked her soda up, swirling the ice around the interior. “It’s not my job to convince you that Derek’s real. I never said a word about him, not once, not until you asked. You’re the one who came over and stuck your nose in looking for gossip. So, either believe me or don’t, but I’ve got ten minutes left of my break, food left to eat, and a boyfriend who’s probably wondering why I’m not texting him back. So if there’s nothing else?”

Leanne watched in satisfaction as her shaken manager walked away from her. It felt good to be assertive for once.

******

Leanne sat on the bathroom floor, leaning over the tub with her arms crossed, watching Derek swim laps around the tub in four inches of tepid water.

He finally stopped for a break, heaving himself onto the heavy, upside-down cooking pot Leanne had placed in the middle of the tub as an island and breathing heavily as he reoxygenated.

Leanne lazily dropped her hand to the water and casually flicked her fingers through it. While a lot of Derek’s condition was less than ideal, having an indoor heated swimming pool on call was but one of the silver linings.

“Have you checked the video sales?” she asked. It had been a little over a week since they’d put the first one online, and she couldn’t contain her curiosity any more.

Derek covered his eyes with his hands and groaned. “Yes. Well, yesterday before you got home.”

“And…?”

“It’s insane. Over four hundred downloads. More than half of those are from Japan alone. Our page at Vids4Sale is crammed with comments, suggestions, questions, and one psycho who demanded a refund because you didn’t eat me at the end.”

“You're kidding,” Leanne stated flatly.

“No I’m not. Apparently, swallowing your shrunken man alive is a thing. They call it ‘Vore'.”

“Not that! World’s full of all kinds. Internet, more so. Whatever, moving on. Four hundred? How much money is that?”

Derek finally removed his hands from his eyes. “Well, about twenty bucks a pop times four hundred is… eight grand?”

Leanne’s playing hand dropped lifeless into the bathwater. “Eight... Thousand dollars!?”

Derek sat up to rest his arms on his knees. “We're going to want to stash a good chunk of that for taxes, but yeah.”

Leanne looked into space. “We’re making eight grand a week.”

“No, just this week. I’d be surprised if this video sold a fraction as much from now on. But if you want to get your hopes up? Maybe every video we post can make this kind of money in its first week, at least for awhile.”

“What are we going to do with it?” she wondered.

“Save up and buy you a new car,” Derek said seriously.

“What!? My car is fine, Honey. There’s so many better things!”

Derek sighed. “I worry. I get to worry. Your car is really old, Leanne, and while I haven’t looked under the hood, I can hear both your engine and your transmission. It’s on its last legs, Babe. What do you do when it breaks down? I can’t come get you from wherever you are. I can’t help at all, for that matter. All I can do is try and get you something reliable.”

Leanne looked at him, really looked. “Is this why you’ve been all money conscious lately?”

“Partly,” Derek confessed. “Part of it is your car, part of it is maybe you’d like a little bigger of a place and better clothes and such. Most of it is so you can find a job you actually like so that you’re happier, and won’t be stressed about money while you do so. When I was little my dad used to tell me that if you’re not enjoying most of your life, you are clearly doing it wrong.”

Leanne blinked away tears. “This is all for me? All this thought, and planning, and the porn thing? I had thought you were just being perverted or something.”

Derek grinned unrepentantly. “You like it when I’m being perverted,” he teased.

Leanne slowly nodded her head in agreement. “Yes. Yes I do. And to show you just how much I do, I’m offering you whatever you want, right now.”

The little man sitting on an island in the bathtub looked up at her face skeptically. “Really?”

“Oh yes,” she breathed. “I have a burning need to fuck my thoughtful boyfriend, right this very second.”

******

“Are you sure you trust me? Because I don’t trust me. Not for this.”

Leanne looked at her boyfriend, reverse-gripped in her fist with his hands held securely to his thighs by her pinky. Most of him was outside of her grip, dangling upside-down from the bottom of her fist.

Derek rolled his eyes at the absurd question. “Of course I trust you. Three or four, then let me take a breath. Or just pause every ten seconds or so.”

Leanne blew out a shaky breath. “But what if I… What if I forget? Get too into it? I know I’m going to like this, Honey. I’m afraid I’ll like it too much.”

“It'll be fine. But can you start now? All the blood's kind of rushing to my head, here. Adventure!” he exclaimed.

Derek filled her days with adventures. Not exotic ones, or wild ones, but instead with really sexual adventures. She had never been the adventurous sort before, and she adored her little man for bringing some into her life.

“Adventure,“ she parroted back to him, and moved her occupied fist between her splayed thighs.

Leanne readjusted her heels on her mattress. “Here we go, Honey. Deep breath.”

Leanne dragged her miniature lover’s hair up and down her leaking gash, getting it good and wet, and then shoved him face first into her pussy to the hilt of her fist. She pulled him nearly out, and then rammed him back in. Fucking herself with four inches of her boyfriend’s body like a dildo. In and out.

At the count of ten, she pulled him all the way out so he could breathe deeply for a few seconds, and then she plowed him right back in.

It wasn’t a furious buildup to an orgasm for Leanne. The forced pauses ensured that. Instead, there was a long, slow build that would make the coming explosion one for the record books. She could feel it.

Every time she paused for Derek to get air, she found herself fucking her pussy harder and faster with him afterward. He was more contoured, more supple than the best of any dildos ever made, ever. The only way it could have been any better is if she had more than four inches of him to work with.

Her juices splattered over her hand and wrist as she worked herself over with her man. A sensation yearned deep within her, not quite an itch, not quite an ache, but she needed it touched. Needed to be filled.

Leanne grit her teeth, moaning and writhing at the absolute pleasure of it, until she just couldn’t stand it any more. She pulled Derek completely out of her one last time, gave him as much time to breathe as she could without losing her edge, and then shoved him back inside.

She loosened her grip on his legs, and nudged him all the way inside of her needy core, to touch that place that so desperately needing touching, to fill the void that seemed so very hollow.

Her pussy, always wanting her boyfriend entirely in her, helped him along until his feet had vanished. Then Leanne scrubbed her throbbing clit, assaulting the bundle of nerves until her hips were as far off the bed as she could get them.

Her vaginal muscles clamped down on Derek’s entire body. Leanne wailed as the really big orgasm she’d anticipated fulfilled all expectations, and then some.

For a long moment that stretched on and on, Leanne came. She could feel Derek begin to struggle within her, needing air, and God help her Leanne couldn’t stop cumming. She liked having him all the way in, and her pussy did as well, and the writhing and movements of his little body inside of her amplified everything.

A powerful convulsion happened within her, and she felt Derek’s head wedge against, then pop into her cervix. It should have hurt, or even been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. Not at all. Her orgasm spread from her vagina to run rampant all over her body.

Still, Leanne couldn’t stop cumming.

Eyes rolling all over, she darted her hand back to her pussy, accidentally nudging her big nipple with her arm which sent electric shocks racing right to her spine.

She clumsily dug her thumb and forefinger into her hole, fighting past the tightly clenched walls, and fished around for something, anything. She couldn’t wait for her orgasm to end to get Derek out. It likely wouldn’t ever end as long as he was inside.

She found a wiggling foot and grasped it, pulling her struggling captive out of the fleshy walls of his prison and feeling his head pop back out of her cervical entrance. But he was very slick, and slipped from her grasp. Leanne’s pussy wetly slurped him back in without any input from Leanne herself at all.

Leanne groaned. She didn’t know if it was the pleasure or the terror that caused the vocalization. Fear-sweat was leaking from every pore she owned. Her face, her tits, her armpits, her ass, even the backs of her knees. Derek’s struggles were becoming weaker, and Leanne couldn’t even get her eyes to focus. The smallest of her movements sent unexpected, unwelcome bursts of even more pleasure though her. Even the feeling of her nearly threadbare mattress sheet on her back and butt was stimulating her.

Leanne felt Derek stop moving altogether, and she suddenly clapped her hands loudly together, trying to get the noise to help her focus. If she didn’t get him out now, and right now, she might pass out from the intensity, and then her wonderful little man wouldn’t make it. Already she could hardly breathe, herself.

She rammed her fingers back into her still-clenching cavern, determinedly found one of Derek’s horrifyingly-still limbs, and fought him back outside of her danger-slut cunthole.

Eyes still unable to focus, she simply kept them shut and pointedly ignored her full-body shakes in the aftermath of what very well may have been a lethal orgasm.

She laid Derek on his back on one of her hands, pressing his chest with her thumb in a gentle pressure and motion to maybe help get his lungs clear. Again.

Instead she was shocked to feel Derek calmly grasp her thumb with both of his tiny hands.

Her eyelids snapped open, and she brought him up near her face, but Leanne’s eyes still roamed the room wildly and out of her conscious control. She couldn’t seem to form any words, either.

“Hhhhh…. Howwww?”

“I’m okay, Babe. I’m okay.” She felt Derek press a butterfly kiss to her thumb-tip. “Once I felt you try to pull me out, I knew something went wrong. When I went back inside, I started trying to conserve my air. At first I was just wiggling my feet and legs a little so you could find me, but then I stopped altogether.”

“Sssss… S… Sssso–“

Derek intuited what she was trying to say. “No sorries. I’m safe and sound, and you’re still in the aftershocks of what I’m guessing is the biggest orgasm ever.” He rubbed her thumb comfortingly. “Adventure!” he softly triumphed.

Leanne dropped her boyfriend to the space between her giant breasts as they careened off to the sides of her body. He impacted with a wet-sounding smack and simply laid there, riding her chest up and down as she heaved huge lungfuls.

Leanne finally got her breath back, and a small smile crept onto her face.

“Adventure,” she whispered to herself.

******

Leanne had never contorted her body into such a strange position before.

Her back against the wall, all of her not-inconsiderable weight was supported by her shoulders on the mattress top. Her giant tits rolled up past her shoulders to bracket her face and her legs hung over her head, knees nearly touching her upside-down boobs.

At the apex of her inverted body, Derek rested in her vagina up to his chest, calmly stroking the quivering, plump pussy lips to his left and right.

She began to squeeze him involuntarily.

“Ah-ah-ah!” he sing-songed at her. ”No slurping down your boyfriend like a noodle.”

Leanne whined soundlessly. “This is stupid! Just let me get off!” she begged.

“Nu-uh. Not until you can leash your dangerous pussy. This is training!” Derek exclaimed smugly, and tweaked her clit.

Leanne’s eyes narrowed. “I'm failing the training today. You shouldn’t have done that, Honey.”

Leanne immensely enjoyed Derek’s widening eyes as he realized he went a pace too far. She enjoyed his expression right up until she purposely slurped her boyfriend into her unleashed pussy like a noodle and she couldn’t see his face any more.

She churned him inside of her powerfully, indulging herself in freely squeezing his entire body and just how good it felt. For just under a minute, Leanne ground him up in her vaginal walls.

With a mighty force of will and no little effort, Leanne pushed and evacuated Derek halfway out. His torso flopped forward onto her clit.

With a not-all-that-gentle slap, she crammed his now very slippery form between her juicy lips, against her button, and used him as a surrogate palm to jill herself off.

Droplets of her own juices dripped down towards her face, but Leanne ignored them. With a smile full of anticipatory joy, she felt her delayed orgasm begin.

“Oh God! It’s so goo—”

Then Leanne had to stop talking as a short-lived river of female ejaculate poured out past her boyfriend, beneath her hand, and directly into her mouth, open as she was talking. The entirety of it completely bypassed her tongue to strike the back of her throat like an impossibly thrown bullseye.

Leanne hacked, but her juices were too far back. She was forced to swallow it, which she did with a grimace of extreme distaste. Then she gave a disgusted squeal.

Soft chuckling made her zero-in on her boyfriend above her, limply hanging down her pussy.

“Outsmarted yourself, huh?” Derek calmly observed. "I know what that’s like.”

******

Hiro watched the minute-long teaser clip for the third time in a row on his favorite streaming porn site, but he still couldn’t believe it.

He’d never seen such a realistic giantess video. Not ever. He had to see the whole thing now, and that was all there was to it.

For nearly an hour he searched for a free copy, but came up with nothing. If someone had it, they weren’t sharing where he could find it.

Hiro finally went to the Vids4Sale site, and entered the video number. Then ran a web calculator to see how much yen it would cost him.

He sucked his breath through his teeth. That was a little much for a fifteen minute clip. Quickly checking to see if the creator had made anything else, Hiro hit the motherlode. Five videos with different themes.

He worried his lip as he scrolled up and down the page, libido making more of his decisions with each passing moment.

Two. He could afford two of them right now, and the rest after he got paid a time or two.

That unbirthing one, and the drunk pee one. He had to have those both, right that second.

******

“Well? How do you like my new bra?”

Leanne playfully turned her upper body to the left, then the right, modeling her new underwear for Derek.

Derek scratched his head. There was no lace or defined cups. It wasn’t even a pretty color. Just a bland white that covered up more skin than her others. Derek finally gave up. “I don’t get it. You wouldn’t be so playful unless there was something really awesome here, but all I see is that it covers up more and looks like it supports less.”

Leanne grinned with mischief and walked up close to Derek’s work floor on top of her dresser. She eased to her knees, and lifted her breasts to rest on the top, inches from her boyfriend’s chair.

Then she reached up near her shoulder and unlatched the clasp, pulling a triangle of fabric down and revealing a large portion of the middle of her bare breast, centered on her nipple.

“It’s a nursing bra! You don’t know how hard it was to find one of these close to my size. Finding regular bras is hard enough, but this?”

Derek smiled and walked close, stepping onto the white fabric stretching away from the underside of her giant tit. Once he got close, he fondled her nipple, and kept playing with it until it was erect and pointed at him. “Okay. I see so far. But your face says that there’s more.”

Leanne bit her lip and slid a small bottle of lube from somewhere Derek couldn’t see. “Take off your clothes,” she whispered, and smeared a drop of lube on the tip of her hard nipple.

Derek removed his clothes, much better in quality than his first attempts. If one ignored the fact that the stitching was too big and on the outside, his t-shirt and cloth pants almost looked normal.

Leanne kept swirling the lube around the end of her nipple with a finger. “See, I was thinking. I can simulate sex with your body, but you’ve been kind of stuck jacking it. Even when I give you a blowjob, it’s still more or less just rubbing you off with my lip. But my left nipple? It’s got this deep indent in the center. Fuck me, Baby,” Leanne beckoned.

Derek grasped her thick, moderately long nipple in both of his hands, and sank his cock into the lubricated crevice.

The nub was hard under his grip and softer inside, the entire thing hot with her heat, and if he closed his eyes he could almost pretend he was holding a woman’s hips belonging to a girl his own size.

Derek gave an experimental thrust, and it felt really good, so he kept on pumping into the hot, slick hole.

Leanne watched him enjoying himself. It didn’t do much for her, but that was never the point. The attention guaranteed her nipple would stay hard, and that was all she really needed for this to work.

Then she carefully pulled up the flap and resecured it, pressing her boyfriend against her breast with his dick still slotted in her nip, which made him stop.

She caressed his back through the fabric with a finger. “Take your time, Honey. If one isn’t enough, go for a second round. I want to get some things done, so just tap me when you want back out, okay?”

Derek gave her boob three pats, signaling an affirmative, and began to piston his hips again.

Leanne stood from her kneeling position, lifting her bra-covered breasts from the dresser top, and went to plug in the vacuum.

Leanne split her attention between vacuuming the small amount of carpet she had, and the tip of her bra cup rhythmically poking out and back in as her boyfriend’s tight, tiny ass pushed against it with his thrusting.

******

“I see that you’ve worked the same job for thirty years. Is there any reason that you’re looking for a new one?”

Leanne took a deep breath and tried to draw some strength and bravery from the man between her boobs. Having him along to the interview was giving her the courage she needed.

“To be honest, I’ve always wanted to work with children. I was just always scared to try something new. I mean, I’ve been working at Burger King since I was sixteen. That's a pretty big rut to try and dig yourself out of. Then I met a man, a wonderful man, and he convinced me to try to chase my dreams.”

The woman’s eyebrows raised. “Sounds like a great guy,” she commented.

“The best,” Leanne admitted. “What Derek told me was that if you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life. I know I can find that here, at your daycare. I want to know what that’s like.”

The woman leaned back and considered Leanne for a long minute. Then she nodded. “Your CPR is up to date, so why don’t we do a trial period, and see how things work out? When can you start?”

Leanne struggled to keep her emotions in check. “It wouldn’t feel right to not give notice at my old job. Would two weeks be okay?”

The woman stood, spurring Leanne to stand as well. She offered her hand.

“Two weeks, then. Welcome aboard, Leanne.”

Leanne gratefully shook the offered hand with both of hers. “Thank you, Ms. Goldstein. Two weeks.”

Then Leanne shouldered her purse, walked to the parking lot while being serenaded by the loud sounds of small children playing, and let herself into her new, slightly-used SUV.

Once in the vehicle, the tears she’d been holding back streamed down her face, and she muffled her sobs with both of her hands.

It was everything she’d always wanted, as far as work went. Leanne didn’t need to be a CEO, or a millionaire, or the President. All she needed to be happy was to be around small children, and now she was going to. And she owed it all to Derek.

“Congratulations, Babe! I knew you could do it!” came a voice from her covered chest, and Leanne spoke without thinking.

“I love you so much!”

She’d been holding the words back. It wasn’t fair to Derek to tell him what she felt, not when he was so dependent upon her. If he didn’t feel the same, things could get awkward, and terrible. He might just tell her he loved her back for that reason alone. In one thoughtless moment, Leanne was sure she’d wrecked everything.

Derek chuckled from her bosom. “I know. I’ve known it for a long time now. You don’t hide your feelings well at all, Honey. But you know what? I love you too. How couldn’t I? You’re an awfully terrific woman.”

Leanne placed her hand to her breasts, just under where Derek’s head peeked out between them but beneath her blouse, and breathed deeply until she could find her voice again. It was the closest thing to holding him she could manage at the moment.

******

Derek clawed at the smooth tabletop, but could find nothing to grab hold of. His eyes, wild with fear, darted to the left and right, but there was nothing.

Leanne moaned wantonly, and her asshole clenched, pulling him just a little further inside.

“Mmmm. My ass is so hungry for you, Billdo. You’re just the right size for the perfect snack.”

She clenched again, and Derek was pulled in more, up to his pelvis. The entirety of his legs and feet were inside of her colon. He looked around at the giant, fat ass cheeks that Leanne was keeping pulled apart with her fingers, the flesh extending further down the table than he himself was, now.

Her sphincter loosened a little, and Derek scrambled to pull himself out by clawing forward on his hands. He made it until his calves were almost clear of the ring, and then it tightened up and pulled him back again.

Malicious giggles wafted down to him. “So sorry, Billdo. Didn’t mean to give you hope. You’re going in my ass, and that’s that.”

“Goddess please!” Derek begged. “Please, don’t! I’ll die in there!”

A powerful clench dragged him to his waist inside of the wrinkled orifice. “Do I look like I care if you live or not? All that matters is that my ass gets to eat. You wouldn’t want her to lose weight now, would you? She’s got a healthy appetite.”

Another wanton moan accompanied her asshole inhaling him to just under his chest, and Derek abandoned the tabletop to push against her ass itself. To try and pull himself out with his hands pushing just outside of the gluttonous backdoor.

Leanne giggled again, somehow sounding both sexual and evil at the same time. “It feels like your puny arms are tying to fight me. You think you can fight all of this ass with that tiny body?”

She punctuated her taunt by sucking him up to his shoulders, causing his arms to stick out straight from her depths.

“Well, this has been a fun game Billdo, but I’m just not in the mood to play anymore. Goodbye, Toy. I’ll have forgotten about you by the morning.”

A series of absolutely sexual grunts sounded in time with rapid contractions of Leanne’s sphincter, and in starts and stops Derek was pulled the rest of the way inside until only his hands desperately clinging to the inner ring were showing, and with one final grunt those, too, vanished.

Leanne clenched her anus a few more times and made pleasurable sounds before letting go of her cheeks, the fat clapping together with a gelatinous wobble and closing the doors over her captive with finality.

She casually eased her ass off of the table, her massive plump ass cheeks dropping off of the edge one at a time. She took her time pulling her thong up over her hips and wedging the string in her ass, then slowly walked around the corner, scratching under an enormous bare breast as she did so.

The instant Leanne was out of the camera's view, she hurriedly tugged her thong down, squatted in the hallway, and shat her boyfriend back out.

It was weird to Leanne to push like she was trying to poop, but feeling the contours of Derek’s body move through her bowels instead. Weird, but also scarily good. He slid out easily, squeezing through her anal ring to drop into Leanne’s waiting hand.

Leanne stood with her soiled man, stepped out of her thong, and hurried to the bathroom. She placed him in the left sink basin and turned on the water. Once it was running warm, she walked back out, stopped the recording, and went back to the bathroom to wash her hands in her own sink.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into that. I can’t believe I did it!”

Derek chuckled, vigorously scrubbing himself under the water with his hands. “We needed to go out with a bang, and having you swallow me was just too dangerous. There’s no guarantee you’d be able to puke me back up. We talked about this, Leanne.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know! But I still slurped you up into my asshole, then pooped you out. I’m a little weirded out, here.”

Leanne stopped the water draining in her boyfriend’s sink and pumped healthy dollops of Derek’s shampoo and body wash for him, then sat on the toilet and tried to wipe the odd feeling away.

“Well, the enema beforehand worked great. How did it feel?”

Leanne shifted, a little embarrassed. “I think I liked it. Way too dangerous, though.”

Derek started a second round of shampoo. “I’ve got an idea for printing a helmet, and using aquarium tubing as airlines. Maybe we can make this safe enough for you to have fun that way. Variety, right?”

“And adventure,” Leanne agreed with a smile. “Maybe something with a base I can grasp?”

“I'll give it some thought. So, are you sad that we just shot our last video at all?”

“Not really. The money we made bought everything we needed it to. New vehicle, two bedroom apartment so we each have our own sinks, and you’re not stuck using my dresser top as your work space anymore. I mean, I have a kitchen table and a couch now!”

Derek finally figured his hair was as clean as he could get it, and started washing himself with the body wash. “Well, ten is a nice round number for our amount of videos. And we have an excuse for why the videos ended, now. Goddess’s ass ate poor little Billdo. I think I’m going to title this one ‘Billdo in The End', because ass pun.”

Leanne agreed, “And I don’t want this to jeopardize my new job. I do work with little kids now, you know. You’re sure no one will ever recognize me?”

Derek was confident. “We made very sure your face wasn’t in any of them, except that mouth one where you wore that huge frilly mask. Also, I filtered the audio a bit on every one to make my voice not quite so squeaky, and that made yours sound a little lower and sultrier. No one will recognize you from that. You don’t have any tattoos, so I think we’re golden.”

Derek scrubbed himself down with his body wash, vigorously trying to get the smell of his giant girlfriend’s small intestine from him, but he just couldn’t reach certain places. He finally quit trying to contort himself. “Hey Love? Can you wash my back?”

Leanne beamed the private smile only he got to see his way at the appellation. “Of course.”

Leanne wiped her ass one last time, flushed the toilet, and went to thoroughly clean her boyfriend after his cave diving adventure.

******

Leanne let herself into the apartment, a persistent smile lingering on her face.

A lot of her hair had escaped her ponytail, and she had a blue child-sized handprint on her blouse just over her right breast, but Leanne couldn’t even be bothered over her disheveled state, nor her blouse. The paint would wash out.

Caring for and playing with all of those wonderful kids was more fulfilling than even she thought it would be. She looked forward to her workdays for the first time in her long life. She couldn’t believe she’d wasted so much time working fast food.

Derek was right. She hadn’t even felt like she was working. She just had to restrain herself to hugs. Kissing the kids' cheeks or hair was absolutely not allowed.

She entered the second bedroom, surveying the two side-by-side tables that comprised Derek’s place within their place.

He wasn’t at his desk, the printed stand holding his active phone up and slightly leaning backward, the plastic rolling chair with padding glued to it was likewise unoccupied.

The laptop was over to the right of his phone, further back and turned at an angle so he could easily see its screen, a single cord running from its side to connect to the underside of the smartphone that doubled as a charger and data cable.

The water bottle intended for gerbils was getting low, she noticed. Derek used it as a water dispenser, only having to push up the steel ball in the bottom to fill his cup whenever he felt the need.

The toilet bottle was still good, too. Her genius of a boyfriend had 3D printed what was basically an outhouse, with tiny plumbing that led to an empty soda bottle below the table’s surface, clamped to one of the legs. All he had to do was dump a thimble of water into his toilet to flush it, and it all wound up in the bottle that functioned as a septic tank. She could simply unscrew the bottle from the apparatus on that leg, tighten its original cap on, and toss the whole thing in the trash. A new bottle was easy enough to come by. They were pretty much a standard size at the cap, whether it was a 20 oz., a two-liter, or even a little six ounce water bottle.

His snack table could use a little restocking, and Leanne made a mental note to do that.

Derek wasn’t in his bed, either. The doll bed, with a fluffy mattress and a Derek-made silk mattress cover, that wasn’t where he normally slept at night. Where he usually slept was next to her, between her tits most of the time. Leanne just didn’t move when she slept, and her giant breasts were both the softest and warmest place for him to sack out.

Also, she liked having Derek between her tits. There was nostalgia there, from that first week they were together, and she never felt so unalone as when her man was right there, able to talk with her with no notice at all. In addition, Leanne felt like he was safer there than anywhere. Her airbags would cushion him from any and all impacts. She worried about him when they were apart. He was so little!

No, the doll bed was where Derek slept when he felt like a nap and Leanne wasn’t home, and that currently wasn’t where he was.

It was the 3D printer that caught her attention, though. He was making a couple pretty big things, but they weren’t finished so she couldn’t quite grasp their functions just yet.

She finally gave up on her search and just called out. “Derek, Honey? I’m home!”

Derek’s little head popped up from behind the printer, where he must have been changing a plastic spool. “Hey!” he greeted, then scrambled down his scaffolding to walk closer. He caught sight of the bright blue handprint on her chest, and started laughing softly. “One of the kids get fresh with you?”

Leanne chuckled helplessly. “Finger painting today, and Tommy really wanted my attention. What’re you making there?”

Derek casually looked back to the production in progress. “Well, when it’s finished, and I’ve put some padding inside, it’ll be a hollow dildo and butt-plug that a six-inch tall guy can fit inside of. The tops screw into the bottoms, and have ventilation holes built in.”

Leanne looked at the things with new eyes. “For what purpose?”

Derek shrugged. “Well, you know how you like doing public stuff? These will let you safely put me all the way inside of you. Imagine doing our grocery shopping and no one knows you’ve got your boyfriend all the way up your ass. Just walking around in a sundress with a little extra swing to your hips, and enjoying your naughty little secret.”

Leanne felt herself get moist at the thought. Her love sure knew what she liked. “That’s a pretty big butt-plug. Might take some work to get it in.”

Derek nodded in thought. “You’re right, and it will be. Still, I wanted you to have the option. No one says that you have to use it.”

“Oh, I will want to, you know that. Just, do me a favor and order me a couple smaller ones to work my way up to it, will you?”

“Can do,” he agreed. “So, what’s going on?”

Leanne shrugged. “I’m happy and kind of horny. Wanna play?”

Derek laughed and casually tossed the tiny bit of cloth he’d been cleaning his hands with away. “Of course. Always. What’s on your mind?”

Leanne began to unbuckle her belt, greedily watching Derek divest himself of clothes. The sight of him getting naked never did get old. “Wanna lay in my panties while I restock your stuff? And then, maybe you can put on your base and go in the backdoor?”

“Sounds good to me!” Derek agreed, greedily watching Leanne lower her slacks and panties just enough. The sight of Leanne baring her bush never really did get old. “I could use a new square of toilet paper,” he remembered.

“Got it,” Leanne assured him, and grasped him in her fist to move him bodily between her thick thighs, holding him securely to her rapidly dampening pussy as she one-handedly pulled her underwear and pants back into position.

A little wiggling, and she’d refastened her pants and recoupled her pretty belt. She felt him begin to work, his little talented hands exploring her space.

Leanne took her time resupplying her man. She wasn’t in any hurry, not with the attention she was getting. She unwrapped a new granola bar and put it in one of the little ziploc bags they used to keep his food fresher, to be joined by another baggie that held a couple of the health food chips that Derek liked but she herself couldn’t stand.

She refilled his water bottle with fresh water, slid a new square of toilet paper into the slot designed for it in his bathroom wall, and while she was at it she went ahead and replaced his septic bottle. The soda bottle she’d brought home with her was nearly empty, anyway.

Leanne thoroughly enjoyed the way his miniscule fingers would get under her clitoral hood and touch the protected, and therefore most sensitive parts of her clit. She was nearly panting as she unboxed a new plastic spool for him, setting it up on the scaffolding he’d made to get to the top of his printer.

She double checked to see if she’d missed anything, but she couldn’t drag out the teasing much longer. Well, she could, but not without a good excuse. Then she remembered she had to get her blouse into the wash. Leanne meandered out of Derek’s work room, and headed to the laundry room.

The big selling points for the apartment they’d moved to were the two sinks in the bathroom, and the washer and dryer hookups right inside of the apartment itself. She’d never have to haul laundry to the laundromat again.

A part of her would probably miss it, now. Derek made it into an adventure, like he did most onerous chores. Oh well, she figured that she could still bring her blankets out to wash if she felt the need for some public laundry sex.

Leanne unbuttoned her blouse and dropped the painted garment into the wash, to be followed by the slacks she was wearing. After a moment of thought, she went and got the load of darks from their bedroom and dropped it in as well, followed by the black bra she was wearing.

She rubbed her tender nipples as she portioned out the detergent, the piercings nearly healed.

While she was still rightly terrified of piercing her clit, she’d looked into nipple rings and found out that piercing your nipples made them stay stiff. Between that, and getting Derek to do his ring routine with the chains clamped to the piercings instead of directly on her nipples, well… She was looking forward to trying that. Then there was the fact that with perpetually hard nipples, when Derek felt the need to fuck something she was always going to be ready for it.

Even if getting her nipples pierced at her age was mortifying for her. The tattoo parlor didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, the guy doing her piercings had stared dumbly at her boobs until she’d finally had to snap her fingers in front of his face to break him from the trance. That part still made her giggle a little when she remembered.

Leanne eased her little man from the gusset of her panties and laid him on the bed, before taking her undies completely off. She moved his helmet contraption next to him, and flicked the switch on the motor resting on her nightstand, the two objects separated and connected to each other by about four feet of clear plastic tubing.

It had started as a child’s toy car, a single AA battery powering the wheels to move. Derek had repurposed the spinning wheels to turn a tiny air handler created with his printer, pumping air through a long pair of clear tubes normally used in a fish aquarium. Another pair of tubes ran from the helmet/dildo base thing back to the pump as an exhaust, creating a constantly moving current of fresh air. Bundled together, the four tubes wouldn’t accidentally pinch shut.

Leanne still marveled at Derek’s creativity and resourcefulness. The build was seriously impressive, and she couldn’t even show it off to anyone.

Leanne eased herself onto her mattress, and picked Derek up by the wide base that enveloped him from his arms up. The tubing exited the top from a nodule her fingers easily slid around in her grasp, and he’d even designed it to have the shape of balls hanging off the front, for that extra realism and stimulation.

The big horny woman thoroughly lubed down every part of Derek that hung out of the base/helmet, all the way down to the tips of his dangling feet. Then she rubbed a little of what was left on her fingers into her anus, and began feeding him in.

Derek’s pointed feet eased the penetration, his body smoothly slipping inside of her bowels until she had the base pressed against her asshole, the widest of any part of him.

Leanne relaxed on her back and waited for the mild discomfort to fade, her knees pulled back to her considerable chest. Derek moved his legs inside of her, just a little, and Leanne reached over to her nightstand for her vibrator.

Holding the vibrating device against her clit for added pleasure, she began to slide Derek in and out of her ass with a firm grip on the plastic base that protected his neck, supplied him air, and kept him safe should her grip get too tight.

She’d never really thought about anal sex before they filmed their final video. She had always considered it dirty and gross, and probably painful, and had no interest in it. Derek had opened her eyes, though, like he did for so many things. She liked the feel of him moving in her ass. Liked the smooth slide of him pistoning in and out of her back door.

The vibrator on her clit made it all so much better.

Faster and faster she pumped his squirming body through her asshole, until she reached the goal she’d been working towards. She pressed her vibe hard against her clit, shoved Derek into her ass as far as she could, and wailed loudly.

Her ass tried to clamp down tight on the protective plastic, and copious amounts of fluid poured from her convulsing vagina in a river to run down the crack of her bottom, around Derek’s quasi-helmet, and finally to drip onto the bed in a growing wet spot.

Leanne dropped her vibrator, let go of Derek’s handle, and fisted the bedsheets as she came in a powerful orgasm. Her sphincter tried to crush what was in there, to pinch it off, but the plastic held firm.

Leanne let her feet down to the bed and rested her legs for a moment, before rolling to her knees with her giant round bottom in the air. She reached between her legs and grasped the anal dildo her boyfriend had made himself into by the plastic balls, and began to move him again.

Derek was going to have to scrub himself a lot once they were done, and Leanne was determined to make it worth the effort. She had at least two more orgasms to accomplish.

She retrieved her vibrator and started anew.

******

Leanne casually pushed her cart through the grocery store isle, doing her weekly shopping.

She made sure she got the health foods Derek ate. She thought it all tasted like shit, but the effect was plain to see. His body was still as toned as when they’d met, while she ate whatever tasted good to her and her body was now probably even heavier.

She’d never ever weigh herself to confirm one way or another.

She hoped anyone who looked at her would attribute the flush on her face to the sweatsuit she was wearing, and not the attentions of her boyfriend.

She’d had the bare bones of an idea and Derek had ran with it, fleshing it out and creating it for her.

He was completely inside of her vagina, his arms and legs free to move in there and drive her crazy.

He had something like a diving helmet on, which he’d laughingly designed like the head of a penis. It was attached to a thin-ish curved plastic stand that ran down his back and legs, all the way outside of her dripping tunnel. The airlines from his helmet were protected by that rectangle of plastic from pinching.

That stand and those airlines connected to the pump and motor in the base, the bottom of which was contoured to mimic her vulva and perforated to let moisture through. Should her pants ride up, or should she be wearing a dress and accidentally flash her panties, no one would see anything other than cameltoe. The plastic was even flesh-toned in color.

Stiff, durable airlines ran up and out of the top of her butt-crack for intake and exhaust, and she didn’t need to worry about cutting off his air by simply sitting. Or getting too wet, for that matter.

She’d put a maxi pad into her gusset, knowing how much she was going to leak with Derek in her favorite place, which completely defeated all of Derek’s effort in shaping the bottom of his creation to look like her pussy. With his air intake nowhere near the lake she was creating, she could orgasm at will and not worry about drowning her amazing man.

She clenched on him compulsively. She was working her Kegels extra hard, and was probably going to ache later, but it was so worth it. Derek created a way to make her Sunday food shopping something to look forward to. Just like he made Monday mornings. Just like he made having to get out of bed, like he made getting the oil changed in her SUV that she still loved, just like he made any chore that she used to hate. He made her life better in every way.

Leanne stopped walking, gripped the handlebar on her cart tightly, and pretended she was inspecting whatever was on the shelf as she silently gushed into yet another creamy orgasm. The effort of not bucking her hips was monumental.

She was so very thankful that the pad was made with scent blocking technology. Otherwise, anyone who came within ten feet of her would probably be able to smell what she was up to.

She finally was able to relax her pussy and continue pushing the cart down the isle, when she felt Derek’s feet on her G-spot, alternating the soles of his feet on it like he was both running in place and rubbing his feet on the textured bump. His hands worked over the wrinkled, sensitive walls of his current room, and the air pump had a very slight vibration to it that never shut off. This was going to be big.

She spotted an employee. “Excuse me, but could you point me to the restroom?”

Leanne was glad that her thick thighs blocked the sound of the electric motor. Leanne was also glad she’d brought extra pads. The little stinker was about to make her fill the one she was wearing to capacity.

They only retained so much fluid.

******

Sweat poured down Leanne’s body. Still, she kept pushing the pedals of her brand new exercise bike.

From within her heavily restrained yet still wobbling breasts, safely kept from falling by an anklet attached to a necklace, her boyfriend cheered her on and encouraged her to keep going, not bothered at all by the river of hot, salty, musky water running around him from Leanne’s sweat. Nor from the immense pressure of her breasts, stuffed into the sports bra as they were.

He had worked so hard to keep in shape for her. To stay looking like a fitness model. Leanne had finally realized that she should at least try to exercise a little. To eat a little better. She’d never be thin, age and genetics ensured that, but she could try. For Derek, she’d even try hard.

Her workout outfit, that Derek thought looked sexy but she’d never wear outside of their home, was soaked through. Large wet spots had appeared and grown, and the fabric between and under her huge tits and the crack of her ass and groin were now a darker shade of color than the rest of it.

She’d only been pedaling for eight minutes! How could she be sweating this much!?

“You’re doing great, Love. Just two more minutes. Two more, and you’re done. Take a drink of water, and buckle down. Faster for the finish!”

Leanne gulped greedily from her water bottle, and pedaled faster. The two minutes seemed to drag on and on, until finally Derek was praising her.

“Great job Baby! Now, keep your legs moving, but slow way down. You have to cool down or you’re going to stiffen up or cramp.”

Leanne did as bade without outward complaint. In her head she was disheartened. She thought she was done!

“You doing okay, Derek? You’re drenched in me,” she panted.

Derek laughed, “I’m great! It’s really hot in here. I mean, really hot, but I like your sweat. You know that. It’s sexy to me.”

Leanne huffed. “Then you’d find the crack of my ass the sexiest thing ever right now.” Still, she kept pedaling.

“Maybe you could drag me through there before my bath,” Derek said slyly.

Leanne chuckled, getting her breath back. “Funny guy.”

“Naw, I’m serious. It’ll be an adventure! Plus, you know, the whole disco-pussy thing.”

Leanne gulped more water. “What, exactly, is ‘Disco-pussy'?”

“You know, when a woman has been dancing for hours, and gets all sweaty down there, and that makes it kind of electric to go down on her. Disco-pussy.”

Leanne chuckled, “That’s absurd.”

Finally finished with her five minutes of cool down, Leanne left the bike seat gratefully, going to the bathroom to get them both cleaned up.

She started filling the sink for Derek, and wiggled her wet and clinging spandex shorts down her legs, kicking them off. She pulled her sports bra off, leaving Derek to hang from the anklet under his arms, the loop not tightening from the tension like it did when they only used a necklace. He dangled between her sagging breasts as she shut off his water.

She carefully slid him from the loop, and grinned mischievously. Without warning she wiped his body underneath both of her sweaty tits, making sure he was face up, then wiped her pussy and ass with him, sliding him from the front all the way up the back in one smooth glide.

He was sputtering and wiping his eyes clear as she set him into the warm water, and she heartily laughed at him. “Be careful what you ask for, Baby. You might not want it in the end.”

His eyes still clenched shut from the salty assault, he nevertheless raised his fists and shouted, “Adventure!”

God, Derek even made Leanne’s own exercise easier to bear for her. She was still chuckling as she stepped into her own shower spray.

******

Derek slid down, picking up speed, until hit the water with a splash.

Surfacing, he treaded water with his legs as he cleared his eyes and moved his wet hair from his face, before swimming back over to Leanne and hanging from her nipple ring, resting his legs.

“Again, Honey?” she checked.

Derek nodded. “Yeah. Are you sure you’re not bored? This can’t be very fun for you.”

Leanne smiled and grasped him from where he was hanging off of her piercing, moving him to sit on her shoulder. “I’m relaxing in the bath, Derek. I’ll bring you up as many times as you want.”

Derek leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “I appreciate that,” he confided, then with a shout scooted himself off to slide down the curve of her slippery breast, getting a fraction of a second of airtime before impacting the water.

Leanne watched him swim back to her with a content smile. Using her tits as waterslides, well… the thought had never occurred to her. She’d thought Derek would do it only once or twice, but he’d been sliding down her chest over and over for nearly twenty-five minutes, now.

She waited until she felt the tug of her piercing, and enjoyed the pull for a moment as Derek hung from it.

She scooped him again from the water, and held him close as she leaned forward to put more hot water into the tub. It was getting a little tepid.

She leaned back, and looked down at the man she was holding close to her heart. “I don’t get it, Honey. I don’t mind, don’t get me wrong, but I just don’t get why you’re liking this so much. Help me understand the appeal.”

Derek looked down for a bit. “When I was little, my parents used to take me to the Waterpark all the time. That one on 45th? Yeah, that one. We’d spend a Saturday there as a family at least once a month. When they died, I didn’t get to go anymore, and then I was an adult and not only do they not let adults on the slide, but a single grown man all by himself playing in the pool with children, well, that gets the cops called.”

Leanne nodded, absorbing the sad information. When the water was warm again, she turned off the faucet, smeared a new layer of bath oils on her breasts, and set Derek on her shoulder. He shot down her left boob with a ‘Yahoo!’, jumping off at the end to get even more airtime.

Leanne enjoyed the joy on his face as he swam back to her for another go. Her man was going to get to play on the slides as long as he damn well pleased, and that was that.

******

Leanne grasped the bars of her headboard tightly. Her ankles were secured to the footboard by a couple of Derek’s old neckties, but her hand restraints had to be symbolic. She had to be able to rescue him at a moment’s notice, just in case.

A long, fine chain was clipped to both of her piercings, and it draped down her belly, over her paunch, and she felt the tugs and pulls as Derek used the middle of the chain to pull himself in and out of her.

It was a stunning display of athleticism on his part. He’d achieved a very fluid rhythm, darting most of his body through her lips and into her grasping tunnel, then smoothly pulling himself out until his feet were barely inside of her, only to dart in again.

Leanne mewled. It was feeling so good, both the penetration that she wasn’t controlling, and the pulling of her nipples. It was also an entertaining game, trying to catch and hold his body with her vaginal muscles alone, but she never quite got a good enough grasp.

Feeling the buildup rise, the pressure build, Leanne cheated. Her hips rose from the bed, her large bottom lifting from the mattress, and she used gravity to help her catch her man.

That little instant more was all she needed to get a good grip, and her cunt rippled and undulated as she wetly came, trying to drag him inside. He held the chain firm, and she didn’t quite succeed in completely taking him in, but she had ahold of enough of his body to make it feel so, so good.

Derek scissor-kicked his legs as much as he was able against her clenching walls, for no other reason than that she’d admitted to him it made it better for her to feel him move.

She came down, and eased her pelvis back down to the bed, her pussy still randomly squeezing in aftershocks. She felt Derek slide out from her, now that he was able to escape her greedy cunt-hole, and then he was walking up her body toward her face.

His head, his hair, his gorgeous arms and pecs, they were dry. From his armpits down, however, he was coated in her glaze. Derek left wet footprints on her skin as he walked over the hill of her lower belly, down the inversion where her bellybutton lay, up the hill of her upper belly. Then he was marching across her sternum between her breasts to point a tiny accusing finger at her nose.

“You cheated,” he flatly scolded.

Leanne shifted her shoulders minutely, guiltily, and turned her head away from him a hair. “I did,” she admitted. “Was I a bad girl?”

“Very bad. Cheating is wrong, Leanne. Now you’re going to get punished.”

Derek marched up to her face, until he was right against her nose. Then he swiped his hand down his abs, removing a swath of her leavings, and wiped it all off on the inside of her lower lip.

Leanne made a disgusted face as he turned around, marched back to the middle of her sternum, and sat facing her. She was forced to watch as he cleaned himself a little at a time by expident of moving it from his body to his mouth. One handful at a time.

Once, Leanne had wondered at some of the things that happened in porn, wondered how anyone could find some of it sexy. The one that always really bothered her was when the woman would get the guy’s cum all over her face, and act like she was enjoying the taste of it. How was that sexy?

Leanne understood now. Watching Derek enjoy the taste of her pussy, watching him eat her cum, it was a huge turn on. Her right hand began to loosen its grip.

Derek snapped his hand up to point at it, and she hurriedly reaffirmed her grip.

“Do you want more in your mouth, Leanne? Are you asking for more punishment? Because if one of your hands leave that headboard, I’m going to dip my legs in your mouth and make you lick it off.”

Leanne muttered, “Sorry, Sir.”

Derek stood and made an abrupt turn, walking up the hill of her left breast, then down to her nipple. She felt the pulling as he used the ring as a handle, and the sensations of his dick sliding inside the center divot, and the compression of her nipple as Derek fucked it.

It was as close to being dominated by a man who was only half a foot tall as they could manage, but it worked for them. Sometimes Leanne just needed for Derek to be the one in control.

******

“This was such a bad idea,” Leanne breathed.

She never should have told Derek about her danger-slut cunt-hole. She just didn’t want any secrets between them.

It was their three year anniversary of meeting each other, and Derek had remembered that she confessed that she had the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced, when she was trying to get off of the freeway to save him from her murderous pussy.

So now she was driving down the freeway, her boyfriend’s legs in her too wet pussy, and he was working over her clit like he had something to prove.

Leanne reaffirmed her grip on the wheel and breathed deeply, but the exhale came out in a long, torturous moan.

She was determined to fight it. She’d let him work for awhile, tell him she was just too scared to get off, and strap him into one of his helmets at home.

At least, that was her plan.

Leanne wondered what was wrong with her that the fear elevated it all. Was it because of the adrenaline? If that was the case, riding a rollercoaster with him in his pussy-surviving apparatus was a much, much better idea.

She bit her lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood. Already she could feel the fear-sweat leaking from her pores. Her underarms and beneath her breasts felt very wet.

She tried to think unsexy thoughts, but she knew nothing about baseball. Derek dug his stupidly talented fingers beneath her clitoral hood, and Leanne lost it.

The sound that came from her throat scared her, a little. A sharp exhale nearly in the shape of a word, incredibly loud in the SUV. She fought it, but she was past the point of no return. Her toes curled as she strained to hold it back for any additional seconds that she could, and then she was squeezing.

She felt Derek slide into her hungry orifice, even as he scrambled to try and keep himself out. Leanne grit her teeth, delaying any more clenching, and succeeded for about a second and a half.

The delay made the next slurp incredibly satisfying. Was that it? Did she just need to hold back her Kegels as long as she could? They could do this at home. They should be doing this at home.

She could feel Derek bracing himself with his arms out to the sides, his limbs sinking into the plump, soft flesh of her pussy lips. It worked for a single pull, and Leanne screamed at how good it felt to pull him inside more on the next one, how good it felt as his feet kicked across her walls looking for a foothold that the slippery, spongy insides of her cunt denied him.

Leanne started looking for a way to get into the exit lane. This had gone on long enough. She spread her thighs apart as far as she could, slouched a little further down in her seat. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a shaking palm.

Another exit went by that she was unable to get on. She couldn’t talk to him, to reassure him that she was ending this. He wouldn’t be able to hear her, and she wasn’t sure she could make intelligible sounds. She glanced at her groin, and she couldn’t even tell he was in there by sight alone.

Still, she fought every convulsion of her psychotic vagina. Another involuntary squeeze happened that she just couldn’t stop, and Derek’s arms were flailing between her lips.

Why did it have to feel so good? A growing part of her wanted to just give in. Let her pussy do what it wants, pinch and pull her nipples through her blouse, and let the mother of all orgasms take her.

The feeling of Derek’s arms as they moved up and down her labia added stimulation she did not want or need right then. He’d accidentally bump her clit, so close to her opening, and when he pried apart her meat flaps to breath air it became a nearly insurmountable urge to pull him the rest of the way inside.

One little squeeze. That would be all it would take. One little squeeze, and she’d have Derek inside her all the way. She’d be able to feel every frantic movement, every struggle as he fought with his entire body to escape, but would only succeed in making it feel better for her.

Another exit went by, and she still couldn’t get in the right lane. Her turn signal had been on for minutes and minutes, yet no one was letting her in. Every exhale Leanne had came out in a pleading tone, and she was no longer able to control her breath. Her panting came rapidly as the oncoming explosion was nearing. She couldn’t hold it back for much longer.

“No!” she shouted, even as she felt that final convulsion happen that would kick off the chain reaction. Derek slipped all the way in, and her pussy quivered and squeezed, dragging him back until she could feel his feet on her cervix. He kept moving, his entire body wiggling and kicking and punching and clawing and…

None of it hurt her. None of it stopped the WMD of orgasms from continuing. Didn’t even slow it down. As a matter of fact, all that effort accomplished was to make Leanne involuntarily milk his body harder.

She still couldn’t get into the right lane! Her boyfriend was drowning in her pussy, and she couldn’t get him out!

The sheer wetness Leanne unleashed as she came and came in the endless orgasm quickly soaked through her panties, then through her pants, and began to soak into her seat. Unable to stop herself, she grasped one of her nipples, squeezing as hard as she could and almost trying to twist it off.

He's going to die in there, Leanne despaired. He’s going to die because I can’t stop cumming.

She noticed his struggling become weaker. He didn’t wiggle as hard, didn’t strike her walls with as much force. Her cervical opening mouthed at his foot, and he didn’t pull it away. Leanne was still locked into her mighty orgasm, and was still moving far too fast on the freeway.

It was like Leanne’s cunt was sucking the life out of him to provide the energy to continue her mighty orgasm. She had to get him out before it was too late.

Still, she kept cumming. Her vaginal muscles were straining so hard on every pulse that it was beginning to be painful to Leanne. Her cream squeezed out in bursts that matched her rapid heartbeat.

Then she felt Derek go limp. He wasn’t fighting the churning as her pussy chewed its hard-won meal. Leanne hoped he was conserving his oxygen, but couldn’t rely on that. She had to do something extremely risky to save him.

She braced her knee against the steering wheel, and forced her clumsy fingers to get her slacks undone and the zipper down. Scream-panting as her orgasm continued unabated, Leanne forced her pants and underwear down her thighs and went in after her stupid boyfriend.

She fished with her fingers in her hole, fighting against the walls as they tried to close on her. She eventually got ahold of Derek’s arm, and tried to ease him out without breaking any bones in her grip.

She fought against herself to maneuver him free, and it took a long moment that stimulated her more from the friction, but she got him out. She saved him.

Derek began coughing the moment his head was out of her flooding tunnel, and she draped his dripping wet body over her bare thigh as he emptied his lungs of her fluid.

“You gonna live?”

Derek coughed some more. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll live.”

“And your arm? Is your arm okay?”

Derek touched his forearm and winced. “Gonna bruise pretty bad, but I don’t think it’s broken… You sound pretty mad.”

Leanne glanced at him still draped over her thigh, and briefly considered spanking him. Instead she picked him up and slid his heavily lubricated body into his spot between her tits. “I am angry,” she admitted.

“Oh. I’m sorry?” he tried.

“I’m angry at myself for almost killing you. Again. Even though I knew better than to try this. I’m angry at you for talking me into letting you take this adventure. Even though you know my pussy tries to murder you every time she can. I’m angry that I had to use both of my hands to save you while driving a moving vehicle at eighty miles an hour and having a world-breaker of an orgasm at the same time. I’m angry that I’m going to have to pay a stranger to clean the pussy juice soaked into the upholstery. I’m angry that you’re soaked in my cum, and I have to smell that until we get home. Most of all, Derek, I’m angry because I’m driving on the freeway with my pants halfway down and I’m Still. Fucking. Cumming.”

“Oh,” Derek stated dumbly. “That’s angry.”

Leanne agreed, “I’m angry enough that I’m considering making you try this again at home the next time I’m having my period.”

“Oh,” Derek stated dumbly one more time, and wisely kept his mouth shut afterward.

“I still love you madly, Derek, but I need you to not talk to me for awhile. Maybe you should reflect on how your sense of adventure almost made me kill you.”

******

Leanne woke to her alarm, and she carefully reached out and silenced it. She ran her hand down the side of her breast until her palm was on her nipple, then she sank her fingers into the soft flesh and peeled her top breast up, searching her bottom one for Derek’s form.

It wasn’t until she’d searched nearly the entirety of that boob that she remembered they were sleeping apart for now.

Derek was sure she was still angry at him, Leanne was fairly certain of that. The truth was that she’d forgiven him his share of the blame before they’d even gotten home.

Her own share, though… that was a different story.

She was the one with all the power. She tried very hard… very, very hard not to abuse her position over Derek, but she’d failed at protecting him. Had caused him an ugly injury because she did more thinking with her uterus than her brain.

She couldn’t stand the sight of his arm, with the big black bruises that matched the shape of her thumb and finger. Her guilt was all-consuming over that incident.

But it had been a week, and not only couldn’t she keep avoiding him, but she had to put this behind her. Get back to normal.

Most importantly, she had to stop Derek from thinking she was angry with him.

Had she given him those bruises in anger, she’d never, ever forgive herself. She knew that in her soul.

But how to mend that bridge? How to show him she was sorry for avoiding the sight of him as much as she could?

A gesture. Some kind of gesture.

Leanne rolled out of bed with a plan. It wasn’t a complex plan, but it was a plan.

The first thing she did was thoroughly brush her teeth, and gargle mouthwash. The next thing certainly wasn’t to put any clothing on her body.

She creeped into Derek’s workroom as silently as she could manage, and eased herself over to where his doll bed laid.

He looked so peaceful in sleep. Even younger than he normally did, and he normally looked pretty darn young. Leanne grasped his sheets and pulled them from his sleeping form.

His bruise made her cringe. It was still mostly black, but there were healing greens creeping in, too. She made the effort to put it out of her mind for now.

She heaved her breasts up and gently set them on his table, right next to his bed. Then came the difficult part.

Without waking him, she used both of her hands to carefully transfer his sleeping body to lie on top of the divide between her breasts, using her elbows to keep them pressed together.

He seemed to be in the right position, and hadn’t woke yet. Time for the next step.

Leanne leaned her head down, and licked his erection with the tip of her tongue. Just his dick. Then she did it again.

As far as Leanne knew, nothing said ‘I’m sorry’ like being woken up with a blowjob. Or at least as close of a blowjob as she could manage.

Derek woke up to find himself laying on the dip between Leanne’s enormous breasts, her giant face looming over him and her tongue determinedly working over his morning wood.

He didn’t know what to say, so he settled on “I love you,” and settled back into the soft warmth of her tits and enjoyed her attentions.

It didn’t take long before Derek was cumming, shooting his load all over his chest. With one lick up his torso, Leanne cleaned it off, and a second lick just to make sure.

Derek beckoned her face closer, and ran his hands over her cheekbones. “I’m sorry I ruined our anniversary.”

Leanne shook her head minutely. “No. I’m sorry. I’m not even mad about that, not any more. This all me, and my guilt over your arm.”

Derek lifted the bruised appendage and looked it over. “Okay, if you need forgiveness, then I forgive you. I’d rather deal with a bruise than drowning to death. It’s like that CPR class you took, remember? Chest compressions can break ribs. Those people would rather be alive with broken ribs than dead and without. Besides, my arm might look awful, but it’s really not as bad as it looks.”

“I miss you,” the giantess tearfully confessed.

“I’ve missed you too. Does this mean I’m out of the doghouse and we can sleep together again?”

Leanne opened her mouth to correct him about just why he was in his own bed, then just decided to let it go. “I’m looking forward to it. C'mon, Sweetie. What sounds good for breakfast?”

******

“Honey? There’s a package for you.”

Derek spun his chair away from his desk, and took a good look at the small cardboard box in Leanne’s hands. He took a deep breath, wiped his suddenly damp hands on his pants, and walked to the edge of his table.

He eased down to sit with his legs over the edge and said, “I think that’s something I bought for you. Why don’t you open it?”

Leanne smiled happily, pleasantly surprised, and began opening the box. “You got me a present?”

Derek swallowed heavily, and watched as she got into the cardboard box, removing a smaller, black one.

Leanne’s voice was shaking. “Derek?”

“Open it,” he pleaded.

The big woman cracked open the lid, finding a gold engagement ring with a sizeable diamond as its focal point. She stared helplessly at it.

“I wish I could marry you, officially,” Derek started. “But my condition makes that impossible. I still wanted you to know, to have a symbol to wear and maybe show off a little. I love you, Leanne Patterson. You’re the great love of my life.”

Leanne didn’t bother to wipe her tears, she simply let them roam free. Her hands were shaking so badly that it took her multiple tries to fit the ring onto her left finger.

“It fits,” she sob-laughed. “It fits on my finger perfectly.”

Leanne stayed rooted to the spot she stood at, knowing she had little control right then. Should she touch her man at all, she knew there was a good chance she might accidentally injure him.

Leanne wished for a lot of things. She, too, wished that she and Derek could officially marry. Wished she could give him children. Wished so very desperately for a truly happy ever after.

Leanne glanced at her ring, adjusting the diamond to be perfectly centered on her finger, and when she looked back up there was a full-sized naked man sitting on the corner of the table, shreds of exploded miniature clothing drifting to the floor.

“D-Derek?” she stuttered.

Her man eased off of the table, looking around the room for a moment, then down at her. “I'm big again,” he stated dumbly, in a case of mild shock.

Leanne sobbed, “Your voice is so deep!”

Derek stepped up close to her, and gently moved a few stray hairs behind her ear. Then he dipped down and kissed her. Really, really well.

Coming up for air, he rested his forehead to hers. “I’ve been needing to really kiss you for a long, long time, Baby,” he whispered.

“But you’re free now,” Leanne protested, though it was breaking her heart. “I’m not the only woman in the world for you, not anymore. You can find somebody perfect now. You… You deserve her.”

Derek shook his head, and gave her a smart smack to her backside. “Found her already, and… Leanne, I think you’re younger.”

She wrapped her arms around his ribs and squeezed tightly in relief and love. “That’s just ‘cause my age lines aren’t so big for you anymore.”

Derek hugged her back, but persisted. “No, I mean it. Like, you’re a lot younger than you were five minutes ago. Decades, maybe.”

Leanne raced to her bedroom mirror, the only full-length one in their home, and stopped in shock once she caught sight of her reflection. She really was younger.

She stripped her clothes off as quickly as she could, cringing at the sound of stitches tearing here and there, but the state of her clothing was so very unimportant at the moment.

She looked like she did in her twenties. Only, she’d kept all of the cup sizes she’d gained between then and now.

She turned, and her ass was smooth, the skin tight and taut. She caught Derek in the doorway, admiring her body as she searched herself. “Look how high my boobs are!” she bragged, stupidly. It was the first thing that came to her mind.

He stepped close, smiling, and took great liberties in feeling all over her massive, high-resting breasts and her big, fat, yet somehow perky ass. Leanne afforded him every one of those liberties, enjoying the feeling of his full-sized hands roaming her body.

“What, exactly, did you wish for?” he wondered.

“What makes you think I wished for anything?”

Derek grinned knowingly and stole another kiss. “Because I’ve been wishing I was big pretty much every day, and nothing ever happened. And the thought of you being younger never crossed my mind, I’m afraid. I loved you just the way you were.”

Leanne nuzzled his chest, his big, muscular chest. “I wished we could get married, for real. That I could give you children, and we could live happily ever after.”

His fondling of her assets became needier. “Then we should get started, shouldn’t we?” he asked in a seductive tone. “No idea when the right time is to get you pregnant, so we’d better do it as often as we can.”

Leanne was convinced that if it wasn’t the right time in her cycle, then she’d just spontaneously ovulated anyway. “I need you to take me, Derek. I’ve been taking you for years, it’s your turn now.”

Derek walked her backwards to the bed and followed above her as she shuffled up the mattress on her back. He easily slid between her legs as though they’d done this particular dance for years.

He entered her, and she gasped at the sensation. Derek was in a lot deeper than the six inches she was used to.

She kissed him, frantically, desperately. Tried to make up for the years they spent without being able to properly kiss each other. The feeling of his large, tall, heavy body on hers was nirvana.

She orgasmed, often. He never stopped his motion, and before when she’d been doing all the work for them, she’d have to pause as she came. This time she got to have continuous motion heightening everything.

There were no worries over whether Derek was safe. She always had that concern in the back of her mind, and the absence of it was bliss-making. She could truly, physically love her man with abandon now.

Her hands were everywhere, exploring his body. It was all so new, and still very familiar at the same time. Her thighs squeezed on his hips with all of her strength, and Derek could take it. Hardly even noticed, actually.

His rhythm sped up, until he was impacting her incredibly sloppy pussy with powerful thrusts, crushing her clit and flattening her labia. Then he pressed deep inside, crushed her body to his, and she felt it.

Every throb, every pulse. The searing heat of him emptying himself into her. Her cervix kissing the crown of his cock as it spewed, nearly entering her womb where it was, he was so deep within her.

She wouldn’t let him go, but that was okay because he wasn’t letting her go, either. She caressed him with all of her limbs, her hands, her arms, even her thighs and the soles of her feet. Simply enjoying her fiancée's weight as he laid upon her.

Derek gave one of her nipple-rings a playful tug. “I am going to miss grocery shopping, a little.”

Leanne laughed, and rolled them over so she was on top. “Me too,” she admitted, and shoved a massive breast with a pierced nipple on his face.

There were a lot of things she wanted to experience with him now that he was big, and getting her nipples sucked was third on the list after kissing and fucking.

******

Hiro checked the Vids4Sale page again, but it seemed like they were actually done making videos.

Instead, he loaded his favorite of them, the one where Goddess was masturbating her hairy pussy and Billdo was slowly being sucked inside by the strength of her vagina alone.

He unzipped his pants, lotioned his hand, and started stroking.

Hiro wished he was like Billdo. To be so small, and to have a giant woman use him like a sex toy. It was his greatest fantasy.

Maybe not to be owned by as fat of a woman as Goddess was, however. The lusty American plumper was sexy, no doubt about that, but Hiro's personal tastes ran a little slimmer. Those giant breasts were something, though. He would want his giantess to be older than him, like Goddess was much older than Billdo, for sure. There was something about mature women that attracted him, like they’d be aggressive and knowledgeable.

Also, he’d like to have his giant woman be a little nicer than Goddess. She was so mean to Billdo. Hiro would want his giantess to use him like a sex toy, but be kind the rest of the time. That would be perfect.

Like that woman he saw in the lobby sometimes. Aiko? Her name definitely began with an ‘Ai’ sound. She’d be perfect. Just plump enough, just old enough, very large breasts. The biggest he’d seen outside of the Internet, anyway.

Hiro vanished from his apartment, pants falling to the floor and shirt falling to the chair seat, with not one witness.

******

Aiko held her smartphone close to her face as she lay on her sleeping pallet, her other hand deep in her panties as she played within her wetness.

Oh, how she wished there were doll-sized men in the world for real, instead of the spectacular special effects of the Goddess and Billdo videos.

It was her greatest perversion, the one she didn’t dare speak of. She moaned along with Goddess as the American giantess used her little man as a dildo in the video playing on her phone.

If that were true, and Tinies existed, then Aiko would go and capture one and bring him back to her apartment. She would use his supple little body to get herself off, whenever she felt the urge. She would treat him with kindness, and eventually he would love her.

She’d given up on meeting someone like regular people did. Aiko was too shy, too awkward. The signals other women saw passed her by. Now she was too old, and no one would want her. She was Christmas cake. No one wanted Christmas cake on New Years Day.

She wouldn’t want a muscular one like Billdo, though. She’d find herself a skinny Tiny, one with little body hair. Young, too. She imagined herself using her Tiny to reach her unexplored depths, to feel his body within her as she moved him in and out. Her little man, all hers alone.

She cast her mind about, wondering over possibilities to flesh out her fantasy. She remembered that young man she’d see in the lobby at times. Tall, thin, and he looked like he was nearly as shy as Aiko herself. Cute, in a nerdy way. Yes, if that man was a Tiny, he would definitely be the one Aiko would capture.

With a face to fantasize about, Aiko's self-exploration became much, much better. She unlatched her bra, tossing away the offending garment, and wiggled her panties down her legs and off.

Yes, that young man. Hiro, maybe? He would do nicely. She’d catch him, and hide him under her blouse as she smuggled him into her home. She would lay claim, tell him ‘You are mine, now,’ and use him to enact her perversions. All of them. She would feed him, and house him, and protect him from everyone except herself, and Hiro would love her, and she would love him. There would be no awkward mating dance that Aiko had never understood. They would be happy and satisfied. Always.

Fully into her fantasy, Aiko didn’t notice the light weight on her stomach at first. She only kept scrubbing at her needy core, until she felt something on her move.

Her eyes snapped open, and the doll-sized naked man on her stomach froze as though he were a mouse, and she a very big snake.

Unable to believe what her eyes were telling her she grasped him, her wet and musky fingers easily enclosing around the very real, yet little man, and brought him to her face for a closer look.

This was impossible. It was just not able to happen, and Aiko had never felt so awkward in her life as to be naked in front of him, and he’d been seeing her touch herself and…

…and it was everything she was just wishing for.

“You are mine now,” she told the Tiny in her grasp, just as she had fantasized for years.

The doll-man bowed his head. ”Hai, Sempai.”

A pleased grin washed over Aiko's face, and she brought him close for a kiss. Her lips briefly enveloped his entire face, and then Aiko shifted her thighs wider apart, and brought her Tiny down between them for his first task.

She could verify that his name actually was Hiro afterward.

******