Summary:
Daniel manages to sneak into
Annabelle's (his girlfriend's) bedroom, he intends on surprising her. He has a shrinking device. He shrinks himself down on her bed, but then realises that he should have made a bit more of a plan, because Annabelle's sister might find him instead and she used to have a crush on him...
Categories: Giantess,
Breasts,
Body Exploration,
Entrapment,
Feet,
Gentle,
Humiliation,
Incest,
Insertion,
Instant Size Change,
Mouth Play,
Nose,
Odor,
Slave,
Unaware,
Vore Characters: None
Growth: None
Shrink: Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.), Micro (1 in. to 1/2 in.), Minikin (3 in. to 1 in.), Nano (1/2 in. to 2.5 nanometers)
Size Roles: F/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 36
Completed: Yes
Word count: 29401
Read: 309196
Published: December 02 2021
Updated: June 20 2025
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1. Part 1 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
2. Part 1 - Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
3. Part 1 - Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
4. Part 2 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
5. Part 3 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
6. Part 3 - Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
7. Part 4 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
8. Part 4 - Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
9. Part 4 - Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
10. Part 4 - Chapter 4 by Richard C H Davies
11. Part 5 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
12. Part 5 - Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
13. Part 5 - Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
14. Part 5 - Chapter 4 by Richard C H Davies
15. Part 6 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
16. Part 6 - Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
17. Part 6 - Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
18. Part 6 - Chapter 4 by Richard C H Davies
19. Part 6 - Chapter 5 by Richard C H Davies
20. Part 7 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
21. Part 7 - Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
22. Part 7 - Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
23. Chapter 7 - Part 4 by Richard C H Davies
24. Chapter 8 - Part 1 - Dragging along the sex toy by Richard C H Davies
25. Chapter 8 - Part 2 - Being the sex toy by Richard C H Davies
26. Chapter 8 - Part 3 - Her sister's boyfriend right where she wants him... by Richard C H Davies
27. Chapter 9 - Part 1 - Three months later... by Richard C H Davies
28. Chapter 9 - Part 2 - Taken to the Public Library by Richard C H Davies
29. Chapter 9 - Part 3 - Just a storm in a teacup (or a tiny) by Richard C H Davies
30. Chapter 9 - Part 4 - Exhausted in a teacup by Richard C H Davies
31. Chapter 10 - Part 1 - Taped and ready for torture by Richard C H Davies
32. Chapter 10 - Part 2 - Spank the naughty shrunken man! by Richard C H Davies
33. Chapter 10 - Part 3 - Stuck down and trapped with sellotape by Richard C H Davies
34. Chapter 10 - Part 4 - Thinking about escape by Richard C H Davies
35. Chapter 10 - Part 5 - Her office sex toy by Richard C H Davies
36. Chapter 10 - Part 6 - Service my pussy! by Richard C H Davies
Part 1 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
Author's Notes:
Daniel manages to sneak into Annabelle's
(his girlfriend's) bedroom, he intends on surprising her. He has a shrinking
device. He shrinks himself down on her bed, but then realises that he should
have made a bit more of a plan, because Annabelle's sister might find him
instead and she used to have a crush on him...
A Short Story from the Giantess
Anthology
The Wrong Sister? Part 1
By Richard C.H. Davies
PRECIS
Daniel manages to sneak into Annabelle's
(his girlfriend's) bedroom, he intends on surprising her. He has a shrinking
device. He shrinks himself down on her bed, but then realises that he should
have made a bit more of a plan, because Annabelle's sister might find him
instead and she used to have a crush on him...
Daniel managed to sneak into Annabelle's bedroom
through the sash window on the 1st floor. It was a cliché but they both enjoyed
the excitement of it.
They had dated since they were sixteen. They were
sweethearts. Despite the fact that they were twenty years of age, and had both
been at College for a few years.
They were back for the holidays and Daniel thought
that he would surprise Annabelle. He had something special in store for her
today.
He scrambled into her room and gently slid her
window shut. He had waited until she was out of the room. Then he unshouldered
his backpack and pulled out the shrinking device that he had stolen from
college.
He positioned it on her desk pointing the bed and
then he stood in front of the bed and clicked on the remote control.
The device whirred to life, he waited patiently for
it to warm up, absorbing the sweet smells of her room in his nostrils and
allowing it to take him back to their earlier days of dating. Such great
memories.
He sat on the edge of the bed and then clicked the
remote again when the LED was shining green.
*
Daniel was amazed at how large everything looked.
He was sitting on Annabelle’s bed, shrunk down to between 4-6 inches. He
couldn't quite tell and the machine didn't seem to be that accurate. He was still
fully clothed. That surprised him.
He suddenly heard scuffling at the door. His heart
started thumping with excitement. He wondered how Annabelle would react to
this. Perhaps he should have warned her first. That probably would have been
advisable, he thought as doubts started to creep into his mind.
The door started to open and a female head popped
into the room.
"Belle?" The woman asked into the room,
looking across the empty room.
Daniel's heart froze. His chest tightened. He
hadn't thought about that. Annabelle's 19 year old sister. Shit!
She had always stared at him when he had been
invited over to dinner. She always watched him. He thought that she had a crush
on him. Shit!
He slowly laid down on the bed and hoped that she
wouldn't notice anything.
"Belle? Are you back home? I heard…" the
machine whirred and clicked as it cycled down into some kind of sleep mode.
Daniel silently swore. He should have switched it
off. He should also have arranged a hiding place in case this had happened.
Grace looked at the machine in interest. She
stepped through the door threshold and approached the machine with a curious
look. She bent forwards and examined the machine.
Daniel kept as quiet as he possibly could.
He laid down as flat to the bed as he could, hoping
that she wouldn't notice him.
*
"I wonder what this is?" Grace spoke out
loud, it caused Daniel to quiver in sudden fear that she was referring to him.
He managed to turn his head slightly and peek out
with one eye. She was still examining the machine.
She was leaning over it and examining it very
closely.
Then she gave a slight 'hummff' and stood back
upright and turned towards the door, her gaze was cast around the entire room
soaking it all in.
She started walking back towards the door. Daniel
quietly let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He was relieved that
she hadn't seen him.
Then his chest froze again as she paused at the
door, her hand was paused at the handle.
She looked back over her shoulder, her long hair
swinging from her left to her right as it fell behind her head.
A streak of fear crashed through Daniel, she was
looking directly at him. Not just in his direction, directly at him.
Her eyes were focused and sharp, she could see him…
or at least something on the bed.
She turned and started to walk towards him. Daniel
dared not move; he felt like he was frozen to the spot. All of his muscles were
tense, coiled like a spring.
The giant woman started approaching him, her gaze
never left him. She was looking at him with curiosity and interest.
Thoughts were whirling through his head. Part of
his brain was telling him to stay very still, play dead. Hope she just thought
he was some kind of doll or toy.
Then the more rational part of him was thinking
that she would feel that he was warm and living. She would have to be stupid to
think he wasn't living; and he knew she wasn't stupid. The rational part of his
brain was telling him to run.
After a few of her foot steps from the door the
part of his brain that had convinced him to lie low and wait it out was
suddenly overruled by the other part.
Adrenaline soared through his body and he suddenly
dashed for it. He pushed his body away from the bed and ran as fast as he could
across the duvet.
Unfortunately for him the duvet was much thicker
than he had expected and it impeded his progress and speed significantly. It
was like running over smooth but structurally unsound sand dunes. Every time he
reached the next undulation the surface dipped and collapsed further.
He ended up in a staggering run where he had to
power his legs to get himself up the little rises and staggering to recover
when the duvet depressed back down again.
He didn't make much progress at all and started to
panic. He could hear heavy footsteps approaching him from behind.
Suddenly a shadow passed over him and he was
shocked with a jolt as a giant hand appeared right in front of him in a blur of
motion.
The hand was straight, palm facing towards him like
a wall that was nearly as tall as he was.
He bumped into the palm of the warm hand and looked
backwards and up towards the giant woman who was leaning over him and peering
at him with amazement.
Her giant Hazel eyes glistened from the daylight
through Annabelle’s bedroom window. He could see every detail on her face, her
neatly plucked eyebrows, her long eye lashes, her nose and her big round lips
and neat chin.
Her dark hair cascaded around her face, framing the
giant form which looked down upon him with great interest, he felt like a lab
subject or a museum exhibit.
Her face was frowning at him to begin with as she
concentrated, studied him, working out what he was; but then it softened into
realisation as to who and what he was.
"Dan is that you?" Grace asked in
consternation.
Dan looked up at her in awe and fear. His heart was
thumping faster than he thought it could manage. He was breathing heavily from
his exertion. He couldn't think of a way of out this, so he thought he could
try and charm his way.
"Hi Grace, great to see you again, how are you
doing?" He asked as cheerfully as possible, his voice cracked revealing
his vulnerability.
Grace lowered herself to bring her face level with
the bed, her mouth drew into a smile.
"I'm good thank you. I've been at college for
a year… I didn't know you and Annabelle were still a thing… and that…"
Grace smiled, "she kept you this size,"
"Oh…" Daniel waved it off with a chuckle
and a wave of his hand. "It's just a little game we like to play,"
"Oh… sounds fun," Grace nodded, still
studying him very intensely. "So what's the plan today then?"
"Oh Belle and I were just you know, hanging
out…"
"Ah… that sounds nice…" Grace glanced
away thoughtfully, "It's just that she's out today and… also she’s out
with some friends for dinner, she said she would be back very late, I would
have thought she had told you that?" Grace's eyes locked back on him, her
stare was a bit more hardened and confident. Studying his reaction very
closely.
Dan swallowed a lump that was forming in his
throat.
"You see," Grace continued. "I'm
actually starting to wonder whether it is a game you play or if this is
something you were doing to surprise Belle…"
"Of course not… no," Dan started,
releasing a nervous laugh.
"It just seems a little odd to shrink yourself
down and then have to wait on her bed for, I dunno," she rolled her eyes,
"like, six hours? That’s quite a long time to wait… like this,"
Dan's mouth snapped shut, she had him dead to
rights and she knew she did.
Grace's expression turned into a wry and sneaky
smile.
"I'm actually thinking that maybe Belle knows
nothing about your little surprise visit and that you're just pretending that
she does…"
Grace bit her lower lip as she visually undressed
his tiny body. Dan suddenly felt visually violated and stumbled back against
her palm.
There was a noise outside the bedroom door.
Grace's head snapped towards the door, it was still
mostly shut, then he head snapped back to Dan. He was thinking about making a
break for it and just as he was about to her giant fingers quickly wrapped
around his entire body and enclosed him in a grip that was impossible to escape.
His stomach lurched as he was pulled through the
air and then plunged into her trouser pocket.
He felt Grace's whole body moving and her hips
rotating next to him. Suddenly there were voices speaking.
"Hi mum," Grace said, he felt her voice
vibrating through her body and hip bone.
"Hi Grace, what are you doing in here? I heard
talking I thought Annabelle might be home early…" there was a pause.
"Nope just me, I was just… looking for my
phone. I've misplaced it," Grace replied.
"Oh okay, I'll get started on dinner
soon," came the reply.
"Okay see you later mum," Grace responded
and then there was silence.
Dan waited, surrounded by her fingers that were
increasingly warm and sweaty. They surrounded him in the pocket, and were
holding him quite tightly.
The grip relaxed slightly and he could breathe a
bit more easily.
Then she started walking a few steps. Stopped. Her
hand let go of him, and retracted out of the pocket, and then she started
walking again.
After a number of steps he heard a door being shut
and then a scuffle and noise of things being cleared.
Then he felt the giant fingertips upon him again,
blindly feeling his little body and then pulling him out of the hot pocket.
He was held by her giant fingers. A quick look
around revealed that he was no longer in Belle's room, it was very concerning
to him to see that he was now in Grace's room and that she had also carried his
bag and shrinking device in here as well.
He started to panic. She had basically kidnapped
him. Shit!
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Part 1 - Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
Belle wouldn't have a clue about any of this. He
hadn't even told her he was coming over. It was supposed to be a surprise.
Shit, shit!
She turned and shut the door. Locking it behind
her.
That didn't bode well!
He was carried over to her bed where she sat down
and looked down at him.
She had an expression on her face that worried him.
It was no longer an expression of interest, it was a hungry expression. She was
visually undressing him.
He quivered nervously. He didn't know what to do.
"Grace… please can you take me back to Belle's
room." Grace didn't reply.
She lifted him up towards her giant face. Dan
leaned back in terror as her giant nose and mouth loomed towards him.
Her lips parted only slightly with a wet pop of
saliva, but stayed open only slightly. He suddenly felt a strong draft blow
across his neck and head as her nostrils drew in a long and deep breath.
He could hear the loud sound of the intake of her
breath through her nose and throat. There was a loud sound of rushing air.
Then she released a moan of pleasure.
"You smell amazing," she whispered,
albeit with the proximity of her mouth to him it was loud enough.
"Okay, thanks Grace… now please can you take
me back…"
Grace moved him away from her face and then lowered
him to her bed.
She released him and looked down upon him from her
high stature.
Dan rolled out of her palm and quickly sat up on
her bed. Her body seemed vast.
She just stared down at him for a few moments. She
was perhaps thinking about what to do with him next. She didn't appear to have
any intention of taking him back to Belle's room.
Her expression intensified. He felt a sudden surge
of fear, as he realised that her look was very similar to her sister's when she
was horny.
It was uncanny but also utterly terrifying and
sickening. He now knew what her intentions were.
Without any warning she suddenly lifted her arms
and pulled her top off and over her head with a loud rustling.
She threw the top across the room, her long hair
was briefly in a scattered mess.
She reached behind her back and undid her bra.
Her round breasts dropped slightly as they were
revealed. Her nipples were erect with big pink areolas.
Her breasts looked bigger than Belle's but he
couldn't really tell due to her massive size towering over him.
He couldn't believe that he was staring up at a
giant topless woman, and Grace of all women.
She looked down at him, breathing heavily, drinking
in her apparent power over him and taking it all very slowly, enjoying the
moment.
She leant forwards, causing her breasts to dangle
from her chest and lowered herself until she was lying on the bed in front of
him.
Her huge face and hair framed his view, her giant
breasts pressing down against the bed in the background.
Grace’s giant hands appeared from both sides of
him.
Dan reached out to resist them but the huge fingers
ploughed through his defences without a pause and he felt fingers all over him.
They grabbed at his top and the fingertips with their long polished nails
pinched at his top.
He yelped as there was a slight pinch of his flesh
as well.
Grace paused for a moment, she hadn't intended to
hurt him in the process.
Then she continued with a bit more care. She
started to tug at his shirt.
Initially Dan resisted and pressed his arms to his
side but he then concluded that it was hurting him and also she was so strong
and powerful she was going to get it off him one way or another.
He didn't want his shoulders dislocated in the
process.
So he helped her pull it off over his head and
arms.
She grinned in satisfaction as she looked down at
his body.
"You're like a tiny Ken doll…" she
commented with a chuckle. Dan didn't reply, not knowing what that meant for
him. "I used to undress my Ken dolls, and…" her eyes lit up
devilishly, "when I was a bit older I used to use them as dildos…"
Dan's eyes widened in fear and Grace giggled with
excitement, and then bit her lip with a sensual moan of pleasure and
anticipated; and then she started pulling at his trousers.
Dan undid the buttons on his jeans, before she
dislocated his legs or something, and allowed her to slowly drag them down his
legs and off his feet
Her eyes flashed with excitement as she looked at
his boxer shorts, she gently dug the tip of her little finger underneath the
waistband and lifted it up.
She cheekily peered inside and then looked at his
face with a playful raise of her eyebrows.
"You're a bit smaller than I expected,"
she said with a giggle.
Dan didn't find her literal joke as amusing.
She was already peeling the boxer shorts down his
legs. He was starting to feel quite distinctly like a Ken doll. She was
treating him like he was an object not a person.
He dared not anger her by protesting though. He
knew she had a vicious temper. He had witnessed it over the years he had known
her.
Her warm breath continued to wash over him as she
pulled his boxer shorts off his feet.
Dan looked up into her eyes trying to discern what
she intended next.
She slowly reached out towards him. Dan
flinched as he watched her index finger approach him. He didn’t know how to
respond, but she was approaching him gently and carefully.
Her fingertip touched his right foot
gently. He felt her warmth and light touch. She gently started to slide her
fingertip up his leg. Her warm breath washed over his entire body, coating him
in the condensation of her breath.
Her fingertip gradually progressed up
his leg, sending tingling sensations up through his body. Her giant eyes were
patiently watching the progress of her fingertip until it reached his thigh,
then she looked directly at his penis and then into his eyes.
He opened his legs slightly wider as he
anticipated her fingertip’s journey. He sucked in a deep breath as it gently
stroked his penis. It was much more controlled and gentle than he had thought,
considering her relative size.
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Part 1 - Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
Grace’s heart was thumping from
excitement.
Within a few seconds his penis was erect
and that got Grace even more excited.
It evidently gave her instant
gratification that she was turning him on. She drank in the sight of his
athletic chest, abs and V-shape torso as she continued to stroke him.
She had always admired him every time
she had seen him, she had envied her sister for dating such a great looking
guy. Now he was smaller than a doll and solely in her grasp and control.
*
Grace looked directly into Dan’s eyes and with a
devilish smile she lowered her giant lips down to his feet.
She picked up one of his ankles between her
fingertips and her giant mouth opened and closed around his foot.
It was warm and slimy feeling her saliva, tongue
and lips all over his foot and shin but, when all was said and done, it was
quite a pleasant sensation.
He still looked up at her giant face in fear
though. She was absolutely huge.
Her giant nostrils flared down towards him
breathing hot and moist air down upon his stomach.
He could see his tiny chest rising and falling
quickly, in front of the backdrop of her giant moist lips.
She gently released his ankle and lowered his foot
back down.
Then she lowered her face towards him again. Her
giant tongue emerged with a wet slimy sound and it slapped against both of his
feet.
The giant tongue, oozing with her saliva, started
to slide up his legs leaving a slick and slimy trail behind.
It pressed down against him, tasting him, her
breath preceded it and washed over his body. He felt like a glorified human
lollipop.
The tongue continued to progress up his legs and he
started to worry again. He tried to wriggle away from it but it pressed him
down.
Giant fingers appeared from either side of him and
gently grabbed hold of his wrists, his arms were pulled away from his body, he
was spread eagled and then they pinned his arms down.
All he could do was watch as the giant tongue
continued to lick its way up along his legs, it slithered over his thighs and
then across his penis.
A streak of pleasure shot through him as her tongue
slid over his crotch.
She playfully circled the tip of her tongue around
his penis a few times and smiled as she did so. Her hot breath washed across
his whole body.
The tongue continued upwards, crossing over his
belly, he wriggled his hips as it tickled him, cool air blew across him where
the tongue had already left a salivary sheen.
The tongue pressed against him a bit harder and Dan
suddenly found himself face to face with the giant pink tongue muscle as it
approached him, it stretched from his chest and loomed above him and disappeared
inside her giant mouth.
His breathing accelerated further, he took a few
deep breaths in preparation for the approaching tongue and then everything
around him seemed to change. The giant tongue passed up his neck and slathered
over his face.
He screwed his eyes up and tried to turn his face
away but he was held fast. The giant tongue shrouded all of his senses audio
visual, everything went black, his vison was impaired. He could feel the warm,
wet and heavy muscular object pressing down on him as it slid over his face.
The sound was a very loud slobbering sound which blocked out everything else.
As soon as it had come then it lifted away from
him, he was released and left panting and coated in her slick saliva.
He saw through his misty eyelids that she had lifted
her head up slightly and smacked her lips, tasting him and humming with
pleasure.
*
A thought occurred to her; she wondered
what it would be like to give a tiny man a blowjob. She bet that it would be an
absolutely awesome sensation for him, his tiny penis completely consumed in her
giant lips.
The thought excited her even more, waves
of excitement rushed over her as she examined him. She was completely in
control.
She lowered her face towards him,
feeling her own warm breath bounce back at her face. She brought her lips to
his body and gently pressed down on his thighs with her first kiss.
Feeling his tiny trembling body
underneath her was such a turn on.
Her tongue slowly slithered out of her
mouth and probed his thigh and the tip of her tongue worked its way from his
ball sack up the shaft of the tiny penis, to the tip.
She could feel his core muscles tense;
as his back arched in pleasure. She gently pinned his arms out to his side, in
a star shape, completely dominating him; as her tongue continued to lap at him,
it was an amazing sensation licking the tiny warm man, it turned Grace on. She
felt her whole body quiver from the excitement.
She buried her head further into him,
unable to resist, and gave him a long wet lick from his shins up to his penis,
across his chest and over his face. He tasted amazing, salty and sweet at the
same time.
She felt his tiny body arch and quiver.
She gave him another slow lick, smiling
with her mouth open, eyelids fluttering in pleasure.
She was giving Dan regular licks, he
seemed to be enjoying it, she could feel how powerful his penis was on her
tongue and she loved the feel of his muscular male body under her own tongue.
She was licking Dan harder and harder,
without causing harm, but forcefully. He was soaking wet with her saliva.
Her other hand tugged at her underwear,
impatiently pulling it down and slapping her hand against her wet pussy and
rubbing herself hard. She had never felt this horny; it felt like an insatiable
hunger.
The fact that she was doing it with her
sister’s boyfriend made the whole thing taboo and incredibly sexy. She was so
turned on it was like everything was firing on all cylinders in her body. Her
licking spread across his whole body, always returning to his tiny shaft.
Her hands and the tiny man were
completely wet from her saliva and she started to moan as her vision narrowed
as the wave of an orgasm approached. She was completely unconscious to the fact
that her moans were probably deafening Dan.
Grace felt sweat bead all over her body
as she rolled back on her bed, furiously masturbating and licking at Dan. She
tasted a tiny amount of warm salty fluid but it was lost in the kaleidoscope of
her orgasm as it burst through her body.
She rode the feeling for as long as she
could, rubbing at herself with her fingers in a circular motion, then released
with a gasp, her own back arching as she lifted her head above Dan, her mouth
was open so wide it felt like her jaw was going to break.
Grace blinked away the stars that had
appeared in front of her eyes, from the orgasm, it had been intense.
“Oh my god!!” She gasped loudly… “Oh my
god!” she said again, then she looked down at him. “That was amazing,” she
rasped down at him.
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Part 2 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
A Short
Story from the Giantess Anthology
The Wrong
Sister? Part 2
By
Richard C.H. Davies
Grace had laid there
panting for a while after her orgasm, as had Daniel. He must admit, as
terrifying as it had been initially her giant warm tongue completely covering
him and licking him and him cumming was pretty awesome, as was seeing her giant
naked body cum.
It was just unfortunate
that it wasn’t Annabelle (his girlfriend) and Grace’s sister who had been the
one that he had been doing this with.
The guilt soon set in
when she left him in a lock box in her drawer and went off to have a shower.
It wasn’t long before
she returned, he heard her hairdryer going, almost deafeningly loud in the
background. Then after some more time the box was picked up again with a clank
and he found himself being carried.
He assumed she was
returning to her bed.
The box lid opened up
and he looked up, blinking fast from the bright room lighting and beheld her
giant naked form again. Her hair was still slightly damp and fell around her
shoulders.
“That was amazing Dan,”
she cooed down at him. “I’m still so horny though,” her eyes were full of lust.
If he was a chocolate pudding he was certain that she would have just gobbled
him straight up there and then.
She plucked him out of
the box and set him down on the bed, she discarded the box.
She leaned over him and looked
down at him between her giant breasts.
Then without any further preamble
she descended down upon him. He reached up his hands in instinct and shock at
her sudden move. He was surrounded by her giant fleshy breasts either side of
his body. Her hands smooched them together.
Her cleavage
was warm and fleshy, her giant breasts surrounded him entirely. She massaged
her giant breasts around his head and shoulders.
It muffled
the sound around him as his ears were encased with fleshy skin either side. His
breath was hot and moist against her chest. He could feel her sweat trickling
between her breasts. Her heart thumping was audible through her chest; as was
her heavy breathing.
Then he started to feel
the vibrations of her moaning from pleasure.
His hips and
thighs were grabbed by both hands and his body was pulled out from between the
breasts and he looked upwards to meet her face that briefly observed him, then
with a wry smile she cupped her palm behind his head and thrust his face into
her right nipple.
The large
areolas bumped over his cheeks as his face was rubbed along the surface around
her erect nipple; and then his lips were brushed across her erect nipple. His
face was pressed into it, forcing his lips against her nipple. He kept his
mouth firmly shut and tried to turn away.
This was so
wrong!
The
fingertips gripped harder and dug into the skin on his skull, pressing his face
so hard against the breast that he could feel the flesh dimple and mound around
him.
He knew what
she wanted him to do, but he was too stubborn to acquiesce. He didn’t want her
to take that power from him, she couldn’t…
But he
started to struggle for breath; the air was hot and scarce. He tried to move
his head from side to side, to free up a nostril; but she held him firmly in
place.
Grey spots
started to skitter across his eyesight, he was running out of oxygen, in a few
more seconds he would start to lose consciousness.
He
reluctantly parted his lips and then opened his mouth. The, slightly rough and
bumpy, nipple rudely popped into his mouth, it was such a rude and intrusive
surprise that he gagged; and Grace gasped with delight.
The hand
eased off slightly, but moved his head, guiding it to where and how she wanted
his mouth to be positioned.
It suddenly
felt like she was training him. How dare she?
He forced his
eyes shut, trying to think of something else, anything else. This would be over
soon, Annabelle would rescue him, he knew it. He just had to hold on and put up
with this.
Then he started
to think about what he was going to do back to her, to punish her for this. He
could shrink her down and do what he wanted to her! Or give her to her sister.
Annabelle could tie her up and flick elastic bands at her or something.
It took him a
while to realise that he was biting down hard on the nipple with his teeth, he
was so transfixed with anger, he was actually biting her hard.
However, she
seemed to be enjoying it, he could feel her moaning and bucking beneath him.
He released
his grip and then bit again. He actually felt a bit better, causing her some
pain, even though she enjoyed it.
So he obliged
her. He bit her and then reached up with both hands and dug his fingernails
into her spongy breast. It made him feel much better. He had some control back.
She roared
with pleasure, her whole body rocked back and forth. She laughed loudly, she
was loving this.
He was
enveloped with giant hands that pressed against his head and back, crushing him
against her breast; with such crushing force that it literally pressed the wind
out of his lungs.
His eyes felt
like they were bulging out of his head, intense pressure built up in his chest,
neck and head. Blood thumped around his head.
He could feel
her hands and thighs tensing beneath him, her body was stiffening, her hips
were thrusting up and down with ferocity, her voice was now a loud staccato
that deafened him. He felt it from outside, but also vibrating through her
chest.
Then, just as
he felt that he was going to be crushed to a pulp, or explode from the crushing
of her giant hands against her body, he was released.
He flew back
against the bed, gasping for air, his face was incredibly warm. He bet his face
was a purple colour from the lack of oxygen.
Grace looked
down at him with a hungry stare. She was examining him intensely.
“Okay Grace!”
he held his hand up in the air, it was shaking. “You’ve had your fun now…”
She smiled
down at him briefly. It wasn’t her usual sweet smile. It was a smile of power.
Her giant
fingers descended down towards him and wrapped around his torso; then she
raised herself slightly on her knees and dragged his body towards the middle of
her legs.
Dan reached
out with his hands either side to slow his progress but his fingernails just
clawed against the duvet cover as he was dragged towards her giant pussy.
Her huge
pussy came into view, he peered towards the dark cave of flesh.
He could
smell her womanhood from here. He coughed.
The walls of
flesh of her thighs towered up either side of him, the corridor of flesh
narrowed and ended at her hairy cliff between her legs.
He felt a
wall of heat hit him; it was being emitted from her giant pussy. The lips of Grace’s
labia were splaying outwards slightly, inviting him towards them.
He just laid
there, stunned, looking up at this huge naked giant female form above him. She
was in complete control now. He knew what she wanted, it was obvious now.
He also knew
he didn’t have any choice about this, she was such a size and strength that she
called all of the shots.
Her giant
hips suddenly thrust down towards him, her giant pussy lunged towards him and
then away again. Then down towards him again and then back up. She was goading
him on. She kept going deeper and deeper towards him, a playful grin across her
face, until his penis was brushing against her open vagina.
Finally she
offered up her clitoris towards him.
Dan gingerly
reached upwards with his hands and cupped them gently around her clitoris, and
then he started to caress her fleshy mound.
Grace’s
eyelids fluttered and then shut, she moaned with pleasure. Her hands reached
down past her thighs on either side.
Suddenly her
giant fingertips appeared out of nowhere and gently, but firmly, pressed the
back of his head towards her clitoris. She wasn’t yet forcing him but it was
very clear what she was suggesting.
Dan swallowed
his pride and leaned forwards and started to kiss and lick her clitoris.
Grace moaned
loudly, and her hips continued to press against him.
The mouth of
the giant pussy was oozing fluid, he could feel it as her pussy was pressing
against his hips and crotch, her fluids were starting to trickle down his legs
and then they were dripping across his body.
The giant
hips bucked slightly, pressing into him up a bit, then lifting up in the air
and then slammed down into him.
Then they
bucked up again much more fiercely.
Grace’s whole
body lifted up above him, a dark shadow was cast on him, he found himself
looking up at her pussy and her buttocks, and then without any warning, the
giant mass above him rapidly descended back down on top of him. He coughed and
gasped as the wind was knocked out of his lungs, he felt her massive weight on
top of him. The lips of her pussy smothered him entirely.
The fleshy
lips of the giant pussy surrounded him. He felt her wet sticky fluid ooze
around his body, his face was also completely coated in it. It had a salty
bitter taste to it, it was thick and viscous, and the smell was overwhelming.
*
Grace could
feel the rigid lump of Dan’s body below her pussy. She hadn’t intended to do
this with him, but her emotions and her instincts had kicked in. Her eyelids
fluttered with the pleasure of her power.
She slowly
slid her pussy back and forth over his little, helpless six- inch body. She could feel that she was incredibly wet
down there; he must have been drenched in her fluids. She realised that she
could grip onto his tiny body with the outer muscles of vagina. That was fun.
She started
to rub him into her labia and she felt him gripping at her skin and she could
feel his limbs tugging against her thick pubic hair, which merely served to
turn her on even more.
She could
feel more and more of her juices lubricating him as she rubbed herself up and
down his tiny body from the top of her clitoris right down to the mouth of her
pussy, she really pushed and grinded herself against him.
She took care
not to crush him or cause any permanent injury, but she was so turned on she
couldn’t help her passions. She felt an orgasm start to come on, the hairs on
her neck started to stand up and she could feel a thrill running up and down
her spine.
She applied a
bit more pressure against Dan, who was firmly locked in below her pussy. She
could feel her vagina opening wider and wider, forcing his body against the
gaping hole of her incredibly aroused vagina.
Dan was
completely covered in her juices, white blobs of her cum also covered him and
the bed cover.
Dan was lying
flat, his arms had been pressed outwards by the power of her crushing vagina.
His head slowly rotated to look directly up at her giant face that was looking
down at him.
She smiled
briefly at him, showing him that she didn’t intend to crush or kill him, she
wanted him to know that he was doing a good job, just being there and being a
nice rigid dildo for her to rub and grind herself against.
*
Her giant
hips suddenly lifted up in the air, giving him a moment of respite. Dan sucked
in a large amount of oxygen, a lungful, and then suddenly the giant pussy
slammed down on him again. She had just been adjusting position.
He gasped as
some of her sexual fluid entered his mouth, it splatted across his face. He
tried to wipe it away with his hands, he accidentally knocked the opening of
her vagina.
It was enough
to set her off, apparently she couldn’t wait any longer, two giant fingers
pressed against his shoulder blades and guided him towards the vaginal opening.
He
instinctively reached out in front of him with his hands. It was mistake, they
glanced on the other side of the vaginal rim and he felt a pain in both wrists
as they were sprained slightly. His arms and wrists slipped against her slick
flesh.
Her hand
clutched and curled around his legs and his lower body.
His body was
pushed inside her vagina so fast he barely had time to catch his breath. He was
surrounded by an all-consuming humidity, slick sexual juices and the crushing
strength of the muscular walls.
The muscles
continued to squeeze around him, he could hear her heart thumping and her loud
throws of passion.
He was
suddenly pumped in and out at such a speed it was sickening. He felt an intense
pressure against his ears. The sound of the sloshing sexual juices was almost
deafening to him. He could feel it all over his body and it was intensely hot
inside her body.
He hoped this
would all be over soon. It was all-consuming.
Finally he
was withdrawn from her giant pussy.
He was
released and he collapsed against the bed, completely coated head to toe in her
sticky sexual fluids. He looked up at her… oh shit… she isn’t done yet, he
thought. He could tell from her look. She was just taking stock of what she
wanted him to be doing when she climaxed.
Her giant
hands reached down towards him again and grabbed him around his waist, his
limbs flopped as he was lifted slightly, and with her fingers and thumbs she
proceeded to feed his feet into her waiting vagina.
“Grace!
Wait!” He shouted up, but it was most of a rasping gasp, barely audible even to
himself, let alone her.
Dan looked
down his chest and his body towards the terrifying cave that was consuming him.
Instinct
suddenly kicked in, and he panicked, he didn’t want to do this anymore. It was
terrifying and demeaning. He wanted out of this.
*
Grace felt Dan’s
feet suddenly starting to kick and resist her, or perhaps he was trying to
entice her on, his feet were sliding across the slick surface of her pussy. She
felt his feet pressing against her labia lips.
She could
hear him trying to shout something but she was too turned on now, she wanted to
finish. She wanted to have an epic climax and she was going to get it using his
body. It was going to be epic and amazing.
She
readjusted his body and managed to get one leg inside, she felt it kicking
inside her, she liked it, but the other was more difficult with one hand. She
clamped her pussy muscles around the single leg in a sign for him to give up
the struggle and let her take control.
She felt her
pussy opening with her hand and held her little man- dildo horizontally. She
was ready for him now, so she slowly started to push his body inside her, feet
first.
She thrust
him inside, kept sliding him in, feeding him in with both of her hands; she
gasped and moaned as she felt his hips slide through her vaginal opening.
She continued
pressing until Dan’s feet were pushed up against the wall of her vagina. She
gasped out loud at the sensation and then slowly started to pump her living
dildo in and out of herself.
Grace peered
down, over her huge breasts, she wanted to watch. She could just see Dan’s head
and shoulders poking out from her vagina. Her pussy lips were completely
surrounding him and she could feel him inside, his legs kicking, attempting to
push himself out. Her muscles were far stronger and she squeezed him with them
twice, to show him her strength.
She could see
him wince at the sudden pain. He was looking up at her, pleading. She gave him
a look that told him that she was in complete control of this situation. She
wouldn’t crush him, but she had enough power to, he needed to be aware of that.
With that she
gently placed fingertips either side of his head, pressing down against his
shoulders. She bit her lip as she looked down into his eyes, watching him shout
out something. Then she started to gently push, her eyelids fluttered as the
tiny body slid inside.
She watched
until his head disappeared and all she could see was her finger and hand, she
could hear his shouts until they were muffled and then no more. She could still
feel the vibrations inside her, but her waves of pleasure were coming quicker
and faster now.
Suddenly she
felt something touch her G-spot, and then kept touching it. Waves of pleasure
soared through her body and she could feel an almighty orgasm coming on.
Her muscles
pulsed, she had to restrain herself from completely crushing his body. She knew
that her pussy muscles were powerful enough to crush him.
She rubbed
her clitoris with her other hand until she came. Her back arched and then
collapsed her haunches, her head falling backwards against her shoulders. She
panted and smiled in satisfaction. She loved her new role as Dan’s owner.
How the
tables had turned from her being the one who had always been the younger
sister, having to watch her sister have all the fun.
*
Dan felt the
orgasm around him, it was a very powerful force of nature that he had never
appreciated when he had sex with someone who was full sized. The strength of
the muscles around him was incredible. He felt the muscles gripping him hard,
he felt the last bit of air leave his lungs as they squeezed and squeezed.
Then there
was a sudden release and a wave of cum soaked over his whole body and rushed
past him and out of the mouth of the pussy behind him.
Dan waited
for a few seconds until he felt an air pocket around his head, then he chanced
a deep breath in. It was partially successful, he managed to get some air, but
he also breathed in her sexual fluids as well.
He had just
enough strength. He scrambled and crawled to get himself out. It seemed to be
endless inside her. How bit was her pussy?!
He clawed and
scrambled, kicking with his legs. Starting to panic again.
Then he
eventually felt the vice like grip of her fingers pressing down on his
shoulders, and pulling at him.
There was a
loud sucking sound as he was extracted from the giant warm and moist tunnel of
death. Daylight suddenly hit his eyes, causing him to wince, cool and fresh air
touched his face and he breathed in deeply.
He was pulled
out of her giant pussy with a loud squelch. He collapsed on his back, lying on
the bottom of her skirt.
He watched in
distaste as a steady stream of cum flowed out of her vaginal opening. It
trickled down and around her butthole and collected at the bottom of her butt
cheeks.
Dan just laid
there panting, he now knew how fish felt when they had been pulled out of water
and left on land and open air. He was just gasping, stunned by the whole
horrific experience.
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Part 3 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
A Short Story from the Giantess
Anthology
The Wrong Sister? Part 3
By Richard C.H. Davies
Daniel spluttered and tried to breathe as deeply as
possible without inhaling any more of Grace's cum.
He was exhausted and felt very dozy.
Grace had just extracted his tiny body from her
giant pussy. She had used him as her own little living dildo.
Grace was still panting heavily from her exertion
and her orgasm.
Daniel looked upwards, her giant pussy loomed over
him, her labia lips were still spread wide open, the mouth of her pussy was
dribbling with her sexual juices.
Her giant thighs arched above each side of him.
He realised his predicament, as he looked upwards
and his gaze followed along one of her giant legs and back down towards her
giant feet that were resting on the bed, pointing up at the ceiling. Each foot
was bigger than he was.
He was shrunken and in her possession. His
girlfriend knew nothing about this and indeed neither did anyone else.
Grace could keep him permanently to use as her sex
toy… forever…
"Hey," they heard Annabelle calling from
outside. Daniel perked up, hearing his girlfriend. He could call for her help,
but not yet, she wouldn't hear him right now.
Grace suddenly jerked and reacted instantly. She
sat upwards, her giant breasts were wobbling. She reached down and grabbed hold
of him; cupping him gently in both hands.
She held him in front of her chest, her eyes darted
around her room; presumably for somewhere to quickly hide him from her. Her
long hair swished around and some locks of hair brushed across his
shoulders.
She looked back downwards at him.
"Sorry, but you're going back inside me,"
she looked down.
"Noo!" He screamed out, but it was too
late. She grabbed the lower half of his body in her fist and lowered him down
again to her pussy.
The giant fleshy cave loomed towards him and she
shoved him in headfirst with a slick and wet squelch.
He slid in relatively easily, despite the fact that
her vagina was retracting back to its normal size, she was still well
lubricated in there. He heard the gooey substance squelching around his ears as
he was plunged inside her. He felt the warm viscous fluid coating his body
again.
She quickly pressed him inside and allowed his feet
to stick out of her pussy. It was the only cool air he could still feel.
"Hey sis, I'm coming in," Annabelle said
to Grace.
"Hold on, I'm not decent," Grace replied
quickly and grabbed hold of her dressing gown which was hanging off the back of
her bedroom door.
She promptly unlocked and opened her door, just
enough to fit half of her body, she tried to hide her bottom half, even though
it was covered by a dressing gown. She was worried that her tiny man toy might
find a way to drop out of her vagina. She leant against the door frame as
casually as she could; considering the situation.
"Hey," she smiled in as much of a relaxed
fashion as she could. She couldn't help her cheeks from flushing red. "How
are you going?"
"Good, good," her sister was swaying
slightly and her retinas didn't look like they were fully focusing. "I've
had a few drinks…" she mumbled, Grace remembered that she had been out
drinking with her friends. "Hey, have you been working out?"
"Err…" Grace looked down at her dressing gown
and then self-consciously felt her hair, trying to establish what her sister
was pinpointing. "Err… kind of yes…" she replied.
"Hey whatever you're doing it's working, you
look hot sis," she giggled as she paid her sister a compliment. "Your
cheeks are all rouge and stuff."
Grace could never tell whether Annabelle was
serious or winding her up. "Hey, are you still interested in Gary? He was
there tonight," Anabelle asked, moving on quickly. She was clearly
drunk.
"Err… Gary? Not so much… kind of…" Grace
shrugged, she wanted Annabelle to leave now.
Daniel started moving inside her pussy, he was
trying to push himself out, it caused a twinge of pleasure inside and Grace was
caught by surprise. It also caused her to panic as well; it caused a strange
cocktail of emotions and sensations.
She twisted her knees and squeezed her thighs
together as she leant against the door post and gasped. She could feel Daniel's
tiny feet wriggling in between, and up against, her upper thighs.
"You okay?" Annabelle asked in
concern.
"Yes… I just really, really need to pee,"
Grace winced and hopped from side to side.
"Oh… well go then sister, go," Annabelle
gestured to their communal toilet with a drunken wave. "I'm just going to
lie down for a bit let me know when you're done."
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Part 3 - Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
Grace ran into the toilet and locked the door, then
she reached down and gently gripped Daniel's feet between her fingertips and
dragged him out of her pussy with a wet slurp.
Some of her sexual juices dripped away from his
head.
She lifted him up until his was dangling upside
down opposite her giant face.
"What were you trying to do?" She
demanded. The tiny upside down hanging man looked at her helplessly.
"I was trying to get out, it was too hot in
there," he complained.
"You wanted to sell me out to my sister didn't
you?" Grace demanded in frustration.
Daniel looked worried about angering the giantess
that held him, he spotted that he was being held over a toilet. Not
deliberately right now but he was only a short distance away from being able to
be dropped and flushed down the toilet if she didn't like his reply.
"No… no," he replied.
"Liar. She always gets the guy… I'm just the
sloppy seconds,"
Daniel felt her phrase to actually be quite apt and
accurate at the moment as he felt her sexual juices trickling down his body
towards his head and shoulders.
His own blood was also draining to his head and he
was starting to feel dizzy.
"Please can you hold me the right way up, I'm
going to pass out," he asked.
Grace promptly turned him and held him in her giant
palm.
"Thank you, now please can you just give me
back to your sister," he asked. "She is my girlfriend after
all."
Grace thought about it for a moment.
"Fine," she rinsed him off and then
turned and unlocked the door and stomped towards her sister's bedroom and
walked inside.
Annabelle was lying on her front on her bed
snoring. Her arms and legs were splayed outwards. Her clothes were still on her
body. She had basically flopped onto her bed and passed out.
Grace held the tiny Daniel up to look at his
girlfriend.
"See?" She said, "she's
unconscious,"
Daniel wriggled to try and get free but Grace held
on to him.
"Annabelle!" He called out, but she was
sound asleep, her mouth was open and she was snoring and drool dribbling out of
her mouth.
"Oh well, I guess she doesn't want you after
all," Grace said as she lowered him down to her dressing gown
pocket.
"Nooo!" He cried out. "Annabelle,
please help me!" He cried out.
His cries became muffled as he was popped inside
her pocket.
She turned and then glanced at Annabelle's
desk.
The shrinking device was still
there. Shit! She had left evidence. She hoped Annabelle hadn't seen it and had
just literally walked into her room and passed out.
She had to take a chance.
She walked over and picked up the device in both
hands and quickly left Annabelle's room.
She could feel Daniel trying to crawl out of her
pocket and so she quickly dashed into her room. Put the device on her desk and
then grabbed hold of him.
She held him up in front of her face inside her
fist, she held him tightly enough to show him who was in charge.
His arms were trapped at his sides and only his
shoulders and head were visible.
"Look, every time you draw attention to
yourself it just turns me on and I want to do stuff with you," she said to
him.
His expression turned quite thoughtful. He was
wondering whether it was such a good idea to try and escape then.
"Now," she started. "Where were
we?" She asked rhetorically. "Ah yes, I think you should kiss and
lick me all over little man!" She instructed as she stripped her dressing
gown off, revealing her giant naked body.
She held him as she laid down on the bed and then
she released his tiny body so that he fell onto her belly; landing on all
fours.
She smiled as his tiny feet and hands tickled her
belly. She looked down at him from where her head rested on the pillow.
He was looking back up at her awaiting her further
instructions or what she was going to do with him next.
She was completely naked. He had her large breasts
above him; rising and falling as she breathed, and her hairy pubic region
below, much nearer.
He could feel her huge heart beating under her
belly. He could even see the tremors of the heart beat above around her rib
cage.
"I want you to explore my giant body little
man," she told him softly. "I want to you to imagine that I'm a giant
goddess and that this is all part of your daily offering to me. Your role is to
worship your goddess and make her feel like she is the most important and
sacred thing in your life.
How will you worship my body little one?" She
asked him.
Daniel paused, thinking through his options.
He knew he didn't have many, so he concluded that
playing along with this giant woman's new fantasy would probably be the best
call.
He didn't really want to be shoved inside her pussy
like a dildo again.
So he decided to lower himself into a prayer
position and kiss her skin gently.
Grace inhaled a deep sigh of satisfaction and
moaned.
"Yes, that's a good start, but I've got a big
giant body and you've got a lot of me to worship and show your gratitude
for."
Daniel paused and kissed her again and then crawled
forward upwards towards her breasts and kissed her every few inches.
Grace moaned some more and then he felt her body
relax beneath him. He noticed she closed her eyes and she was just enjoying the
sensation of his tiny body crawling over her and kissing her.
He concluded that it was probably very enjoyable,
relaxing and grounding for her.
Who wouldn't want to be worshiped by a tiny person.
He just wished that he had been given a choice.
She was very attractive, but he wanted to be doing
this with his own girlfriend and then restoring his size.
The machine was in her bedroom though. Maybe… just
maybe he had a chance to try and restore his size. Then he would get the hell
away from here.
He thought about this as he continued kissing his
way along her belly and up to her rib cage.
He fantasised for a moment how he might get his
revenge on her.
Yes, he could restore his own size and then turn
the shrinking machine on her.
He wanted to laugh out loud at that idea. What a
great idea! He applauded himself. How stupid she was to bring his only source
of liberation into her room.
Oh the fun that he would have with her tiny body.
He would put her on his penis and make her ride him like a cowgirl. He would
probably shove her head in his butt to truly get revenge.
He might even be able to shove her inside
Annabelle's pussy without her realising.
Perhaps he would have to tie her up first so that
she couldn't struggle too much. Perhaps he would have to strap her to a dildo
and just shove her inside. That would be sweet revenge wouldn't it?
He looked upwards towards her face, he could just
see her chin and nose because she was lying back and enjoying his exploration
of her body. He continued kissing along her rib cage until he was between her
breasts.
Suddenly one of her giant hands appeared and her
fingers guided him towards one of her nipples.
She prodded him like he was cattle until he stood
on all fours over her nipple and then he grabbed her nipple between his hands
and caressed her nipple.
Her chest rose sharply with a big intake of breath
of pleasure. She moaned lightly.
"Hmm… that's good little man, more of that
please," she encouraged him.
He dug his fingernails into her nipple and licked
her and bit her, she writhed underneath him; enjoying his work.
It sent ripples of pleasure through her body.
Daniel looked up to see her chin was pointing to
the ceiling. She was lying back and enjoying this.
He couldn't see a way of escaping her soon. He had
to just pleasure her until the perfect moment arose.
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Part 4 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
The Wrong Sister? Part 4
By Richard C.H. Davies
“Hmm, that’s nice,” Grace moaned in pleasure as he
kissed and licked her giant nipple, “but I want you to do a strip tease for me,”
Grace requested and then tilted her head and leaned back onto her elbows, then
propped herself up on her elbows and watched and waited.
Daniel's head fell slightly and he paused,
absorbing this, and then his shoulders seemed to relax slightly. He had hoped
that he could distract her from doing something else to him, like using him as
her dildo again, he was wondering if it might work in turning her on enough. He
hadn’t really done a strip tease before. He had done it a few times for her
sister, Annabelle, but he didn’t know if he was any good at it.
Perhaps if he ingratiated himself with her she
might give him a break.
His head lifted again with a renewed sense of hope.
He had to give it a try. He knew that inaction would most likely lead to something
more passionate required from Grace.
He got himself up to his feet. It was a very
strange sensation standing barefoot on her warm and naked breast, which was
moving and juddering with her heartbeat and her breathing from within her
ribcage which was expanding and contracting.
It was like standing on a heated bouncy castle, but
a terrifying one at that.
He could feel the occasional growl of her stomach
churning, but he tried to ignore it now. Hopefully she wouldn’t get any
ideas.
He looked up towards her, his dark eyes were round
and hopeful.
He started to sway from side to side, giving her a
little smooth dance to start with.
He placed his hands on his hips, swaying as he swayed
from side to side. He covered his penis for now.
Grace was breathing heavily as she watched his
dancing, enjoying the anticipation of seeing his body swaying and gently
dancing; just for her.
He revealed his bellybutton and she caught a flash
of the tuft of hair that was his pubic region.
She wanted to see what he smelled and tasted like,
but she restrained herself.
He pressed his hands to his hips, revealing his
penis, and slid them up the sides of his body, skirting around his chest and
then up to his biceps.
He swayed gently as if he were dancing to music.
Perhaps he had a song in his head. He seemed to be mouthing some vocals but Grace
couldn't tell what the song was.
He slowly rotated as he danced and placed his hands
on his hips, sliding his hands around to his buttocks as he turned so that his
back was facing her head.
Grace watched closely as he slowly ran his hands
across his firm buttocks and caressed them.
He bent himself forward, bending over double, his
buttocks lifted slightly into the air in a pike position and he gave her a very
clear view of his lovely round and firm buttocks. Her eyes lit up as she
admired them. She felt a sudden urge to want to bite them.
Grace was entranced with his display, she did find
it slightly amusing, considering his aim was to distract her but he was just
making himself look more appealing to her.
She wanted to smear things across his body and see
how he looked when he was all shiny or oily. He would probably look even more sexy
than right now.
He ran his hands from his ankles, around the backs
of his calves, his knees and up sliding along his thighs.
Then his hands slowly but surely reached his tiny penis.
He widened his legs and slid his fingers around his semi erect shaft and slowly
started to stroke himself.
He noticed with a glance behind that she was
starting to slowly grind the air with her own pussy, she was getting turned on
again.
He continued to caress and stroke his penis slowly
with his hands.
She saw his tiny fingers passing through his hairy
pubic hair and she enjoyed watching his display.
He slowly turned around and then did a very
confident walk, like a slow catwalk, up towards her head.
He walked very sexily, she imagined it was some
kind of jeans or aftershave advert. He placed his hands on his hips like a
cowboy and he trod each foot slightly out at the sides.
He was rising and falling because of her chest as she
breathed heavily. He stopped and then dropped to all fours, lowering his face
down and kissing and licking her skin like she was a giant goddess.
He then stood up and danced some more, rolling his
hips and swaying and he spun round a few times and then he dropped to his
knees, facing forwards he slid his hands up to his hips and slowly slid them up
to his chest and then down to his abs and then down to his penis.
Grace was very turned on by this display.
Daniel grabbed hold of his penis in his hand and
started to stroke it more vigorously.
He leaned backwards, as he knelt, stretching his
thighs and giving her a good view.
Grace reached her hand down to his body, and
lowered her palm.
"Climb on, I want a closer view," she
said to him.
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He reluctantly got up and nervously climbed onto her
hand.
She felt his very light weight on her hand. His
tiny hands and feet pattered on her skin and caused a ticklish sensation.
Grace lifted her palm up near her face and sat
up.
Daniel looked over the edge of the giant hand, to
see that her other hand was down between her legs at her pussy, gently rubbing
herself and masturbating, and then looked back up. He had a faint smile of
satisfaction on his face; maybe he wasn’t so bad at stripteases.
Then he settled onto his knees again, sitting his
buttocks on his heels as he leaned back and stretched his upper body
backwards.
With one hand he caressed his body, sliding it up
and down his chest and abs and with his other he started to masturbate his penis
again.
He wrapped his tiny fingers around his cock and
gasped and panted as he masturbated.
Grace lifted her other hand and licked her fingers
with her tongue and then lowered her fingers down towards his penis.
Daniel's eyes flashed with uncertainty as he saw
this happening, he flinched as her giant wet saliva soaked fingers approached his
body; but she could tell he was trying to suppress his visible emotions.
She pressed her wet fingers against his skin and
smeared her saliva across his chest and then pressed her fingertip against his
penis, to make it nice and wet.
He looked at her in slight distaste but tried to
hide it and carried on rubbing himself. He pretended that he was enjoying
it.
She smeared her saliva all round his chest and abs,
covering them with a slimy sheen, and Grace heard the saliva squelching with a
wet sound from his fingers rubbing his cock.
“Rub yourself all over,” she rasped as she watched
him masturbating. She inserted two of her own fingers in her pussy and gasped
as they entered inside herself.
He masturbated and gasped out loud as he smothered himself
with her silvery glistening saliva, rubbing it all over his body as instructed.
"Oh my god!" He shouted out, Grace was
convinced that he was just pretending to be excited, but it still excited her.
She was pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy
and masturbating as she watched him closely.
She brought him very close to her mouth, he could
feel her warm breath washing over his body, she was starting to pant with
pleasure.
She leaned her head forwards and shoved her nose
into his belly and gave him a big sniff. She loved his scent, the scent of his
manhood and masculinity. It turned her on knowing that this tiny man that she
fancied, bigger and stronger in her when he was normal sized, was sitting on
the palm of her hand. He was under her control and had to do her bidding.
He felt very delicate around her nose, he didn't
beat at her nose. He just delicately laid his palms on her cheeks either side
of her nose, she could feel his fingers stretching out and trembling.
He was still terrified but he was brave and
determined, he knew he needed to please her.
Grace gave his body a long sniff and nuzzled her
nose around his body to see how his scent changed.
She sucked his aromas in as he continued to pump
his penis.
Then he did the unexpected, he hoisted his hips up
and started to rub his penis against the tip of her nose.
He adjusted his body so that his feet were standing
on her cheeks and he squatted over her face.
She leaned her head back again until her face was
horizontal to enable him to squat onto her face without any support.
He slammed his penis into her nose and rubbed it up
and down, whilst he still pumped his shaft with his hand.
He could hear her moaning with pleasure. Whether it
was real or not she found it incredibly hot.
She also found that whatever he was doing was
releasing some incredible scents from his crotch. Perhaps he was mildly turned
on after all. Whatever was happening he smelt amazing and it really dialled Grace's
excitement up.
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*
Daniel was terrified when the giant nose nuzzled
into his body. He was very worried that he was about to be eaten up by the
horny giantess.
He could hear and feel the giant nostrils sniffing
at his body.
There was a jet of warm and moist air across his
body followed by a rush of cool air passing over him as it was sucked up by the
giant nostrils.
Her nose was intrusive and probed his body, it slid
across his chest and pressed into his belly. Then it probed between his legs.
The side of the nose slid up and down his
thighs.
He had to keep this going, if he could make her cum
maybe she might spare him from being inserted inside her and used as her dildo
again.
Goose bumps rippled across his body as the air cooled
his skin, but he continued anyway. He had to.
So, he pressed his hands on her face, gently at
first and allowed her to sniff his body without resistance.
Then he thrust his hips into her nose and rubbed his
penis up against her.
Her pores and follicles actually stimulated the tip
of his cock. It was actually starting to arose him.
He rubbed his penis up and down against her nose,
but noticed with pleasure that she had stopped nuzzling him with her
nose.
For at least a few seconds he was commanding the
situation. He had regained a semblance of control.
He pressed his feet down on her cheeks and rubbed his
penis harder against the tip of her nose. Then he wobbled slightly and felt his
stomach lurch as the giant head suddenly tipped backwards and laid on the bed
horizontally.
He waited until she settled and then squatted and
rubbed himself intensely against her nose, rubbing up and down and sliding his
groin and upper thighs against her.
He could feel her warm breath washing over his
calves, it caused his hair to stand on end and more goosebumps to pop up across
his legs and spine.
To start with he was just desperately trying to
distract her with something, anything to keep her from doing what he feared she
might do to him. He could still hear her masturbating nosily behind, she was
rubbing her giant pussy with her fingers. He imagined what it was like down
there, it sounded very wet and undoubtedly warm and sticky.
Luckily his distraction was working… for now.
Then his mind started to drift and think about what
was actually happening. He was tiny compared to her, yet he was now pretty much
controlling the moment himself.
It was actually starting to turn him on. This
thought and emotions didn't happen suddenly, they kind of just felt like they
grew inside him.
Then suddenly he wasn't just dutifully grinding his
penis against her nose to try and get her to cum and appreciate his body. He
was actually getting a kick out of it himself.
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He ground his penis even harder against the tip of her nose, digging his toes into her cheeks for grip. He really rubbed his penis up and down her nasal tip.
He looked down, he was starting to leave a slimy trail of excitement on her skin. The sight of it turned him on even more. He doubted it was common for a man to ejaculate on a giant woman’s face and get away with it.
He leaned forwards, reached his arms straight out and gripped hold of the upper, and thinner, part of her nose just below her eyes; her dorsom.
He gripped the dorsom with both hands and used it to stabilise himself as he humped Grace's nose. He slid himself up and down the tip of her nose.
He was riding her nose and humping her using his hips very much like having sex in a missionary position; with his legs straddling her giant nose.
He could hear Grace panting and light moans of pleasure started to emerge from her mouth. She was clearly liking this too.
He could hear that her masturbation behind was now reaching a climax in speed and ferocity.
Her head jerked slightly and almost spasmodically, she moaned intensely and the sound of her pumping stopped.
Daniel looked over his shoulder to see she had ejaculated.
She had sprayed her load all over her fingers, they were dripping wet. Better them than his body, he thought.
He was still going and he gripped his thighs around her nose and rubbed himself hard against the tip, back and forth and back and forth.
He gripped her dorsom with his fingernails and dug his toes into her cheeks as he pushed himself and then an all-consuming orgasm burst through his body and cock. It almost winded him it was so powerful.
He shuddered and shook as the orgasm tore through his body and then he collapsed forwards across her nose, nestling his chest across her dorsom.
The warm air from her nostrils blared across his body and caused him to feel humid and clammy but he quite liked it now.
They both laid there panting for quite some time until Grace reached up with her hand and peeled him off her nose and held him above her face, examining him with a faint smile.
They both laid there panting for quite some time until Grace reached up with her hand and peeled him off her nose and held him above her face, examining him with a faint smile. Then kissed him and placed him between her breasts and fell asleep.
*
Grace woke up and looked down her chest to see the tiny Daniel sleeping peacefully in the crevice between her breasts.
She smiled in victory. She finally had her sister’s boyfriend. He was hers now.
She reached out and gently stroked his naked body, feeling her fingertip running across the contours of his tiny features.
She felt his tiny body twitching as he responded to her touch.
She slowly glided her fingertip down the top of each of his legs, sliding them up and down gently, feeling his kneecaps and the tiny man's limbs.
She smiled sweetly as she admired her tiny little sex toy between her breasts. He looked amazing… and hot, snuggled up between her breasts.
Grace's eyes then focused on his tiny penis.
It was fully erect, but when she looked at his face it appeared that he was still sleeping; unless he was pretending.
Grace watched him for a few minutes as she continued to stroke him, then she summoned up the courage and curiosity to slowly reach out with her fingertips and gently grasped his tiny erect penis between her fingertips.
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A Short
Story from the Giantess Anthology
The Wrong
Sister? Part 5
By
Richard C.H. Davies
She gently rolled his tiny erect
penis between her fingertips, feeling the fleshy object. She would have loved
for that to be inside her pussy when he had been normal sized, she
thought.
But then again, his whole body
made a pretty good penis as far as she was concerned.
She glanced over towards her desk
and reminded herself that she still had his shrinking machine.
She wondered what other
capabilities the machine had. She might check it out later some time.
She kept slowly rolling his penis
between her fingertips and felt him stiffen even more in his sleep.
When he felt as hard as he was
likely to get Grace felt a bit more playful.
She gently pinched her fingertips
around his erect shaft and slowly pumped upwards and then down.
She saw his tiny abs tensing and
his head tilted backwards in pleasure.
She smiled to herself. She was
wanking a tiny guy off in his sleep. But he was no normal tiny guy. He
was Daniel. He was her sister's boyfriend really; and that made this all so
much more fun and naughtier to her.
The sides of her mouth curled
upwards into a wicked smile as she wondered how her sister would feel if she
saw Grace, her own sister, doing this to him now; her boyfriend. She had
effectively stolen him from her own sister's room.
She knew her sister would never
forgive her for this. There would be no turning back from this. Which meant
that she had to keep Daniel like this forever.
She thought about this for a
moment, in a dreamlike state as she played a few scenarios out in her head, and
then returned to the present.
She decided to have fun in the meantime
and not think too much about the 'what ifs'.
She slid her fingertips gently
and slowly up and down his shaft and enjoyed watching his body tense.
He still seemed to be asleep. His
tiny hands reached out and rested on his hips, near her giant fingers, which
were pumping up and down on his penis.
Then he reached out to grasp his
cock in his hands, but his tiny fingers pressed up against the polished
fingernails of her huge thumb and forefinger.
She saw his eyes spring open and
look down at what was happening in surprise, then his head tilted upwards and
his tiny eyes looked up her neckline towards the giant face looking directly
down towards him with a smile.
"Good morning, Dan,"
she said with a beaming smile. "I had a really great sleep, did you?"
He nodded slowly. "I just thought I would wake you up with a nice
surprise," she said to him and squeezed her fingers a little bit more
firmly around his penis, but still not hurting him.
His eyes widened in
surprise.
She wanted him to feel that she
was completely in control; which she was.
She gently pumped at his little
shaft with her fingertips.
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His tiny hands collected around
his hips as he watched her giant fingertips gently pumping his erect
penis.
His hips started to thrust
instinctively as she masturbated his tiny penis. It felt incredible, he was
initially worried that she would crush it due to her huge size, but she seemed
to have the right amount of pressure and the size of her fingers made it feel
like his penis was being smothered.
He reached a climax and
ejaculated all over her fingertips.
Grace wiped his penis and then
raised her fingers to her mouth.
Dan watched as she sucked on her
fingertips and smiled down at him.
"It can be like this
forever," she said down to him. "We can enjoy each other's company, I
can give you the best blowjobs in the world and you can please me, how does
that sound?" She asked, grinning down at him.
He looked up at her and then
nodded, slightly uncertainly. At the moment he didn't really have a choice
anyway. He concluded it was best to just go with it, rather than incur her
wrath.
She cupped her hands around her
breasts and squeezed them gently together, smoothing the fleshy breasts around
his little body.
"Haha," she giggled,
jerking and wobbling her breasts as she laughed. "You look like a hot dog
in a bun," she chuckled as she admired her little man toy.
A loud knock on the door made her
jump and look towards the door in surprise.
"Morning Grace," she
heard Annabelle's voice on the other side.
"Err… hey," Grace
called back.
Dan was wide eyed. Hoping he was
about to be rescued by his girlfriend. Grace's voice boomed and vibrated
through her chest.
"Are you coming down for
breakfast sis'?" Annabelle asked.
"Yeah sure… hold on,"
Grace replied and looked down at the tiny Dan between her breasts. "You
want to come along?" She asked him. He looked a bit confused about what
she had in mind. Was she just going to carry him down for his sister to see?
No, she wouldn't be as stupid as that…
Grace carefully lifted Dan up in
her fist and placed him on her bedside makeup counter.
"Whenever you're
ready," Annabelle's irritable voice floated through the door.
"I'll see you down
there," Grace muttered as she pulled on some lace panties and
pyjamas.
She tidied up her hair, glanced
in the mirror and wiped some of her smudged makeup and mascara away to clear
her eyes a bit.
Then she reached down and picked
Dan up in her hand.
"C'mon, come and join
me," she held his naked body around his waist and lifted him up, then
wondered briefly where to put him.
She looked down her pyjamas,
spotted her various pockets and considered popping him in a pocket, then
decided that he would probably try to escape or get Annabelle's
attention.
So, she decided to hook her thumb
over the waistband of her panties and pyjama bottoms. She opened the front up
and dangled Dan above the open panties.
He looked down at the hairy pussy
and open panties and then back up at her face to gauge whether she was serious.
She smiled.
"You'll be safe and snug
down there, don't wriggle too much in there otherwise I might get turned on and
push you inside my pussy," she chuckled.
His expression changed to one of
alarm.
"No, wait!" He shouted
out. Grace grinned as she let go of Dan.
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He yelled as he fell the few
inches in height down from her open fingers and landed on her springy panties.
He bounced off the panties and fell against the hairy wall of her pussy.
He looked upwards and saw her
looking down at him with a wide smile.
She blew him a kiss and then
released the elastic.
He screamed out as the panties
snapped back towards him and slapped against his back, pressing him against her
pussy and entrapping him in her panties.
Grace reached down to her crotch
and gently patted his back through the pyjamas and then left her bedroom to go
down to the kitchen.
*
"Morning Grace,"
Annabelle greeted her with a yawn. She looked very tired and hungover.
"Hey, how are you
feeling?" Grace replied.
"Ooh, my head,"
Annabelle rubbed her forehead. She popped two pills out of a blister pack and
tossed them into her mouth, then lifted up a glass of water and downed the
content. "I was out last night and I think I may have drunk a bit too much,"
Annabelle concluded.
The makeup on Annabelle's face
was running slightly, there were streaks of it down her face.
She also had some lipstick marks
on her cheeks, mouth and neck.
Grace raised her eyebrows.
"Looks like you had
fun," she widened her eyes and nodded at Grace.
"Huh?" Annabelle
furrowed her brow. She lifted up her smartphone and examined her own reflection
in the camera app.
"Oh, that, yeah, its
nothing, just having a bit of fun…"
"I thought you had a
boyfriend… Daniel," Grace suddenly, and bizarrely felt a hot flush rush
across her body, it shot up her spine and she felt her face and ears warm.
The feeling distracted her and
suddenly gave her pause. What was that sudden unconscious rush of emotions? Was
she jealous? No… that wasn't it. She had been jealous of Dan, but not this…
Annoyed… yes that was it, she
felt a little bit annoyed, not for herself, but… for Dan? Why? It wasn't her
relationship. She didn't care.
She shook her head in confusion.
She couldn't feel defensive or protective about Dan, he wasn't her boyfriend.
He was just her little plaything. He was just a sex toy…
She furrowed her brow in utter
confusion at the swirl of emotions. She barely heard Annabelle talking.
"Dan?" Annabelle's eyes
lit up. "Yes, I do, why?"
"Looks like you were with
someone else, that's all," Grace said through gritted teeth. She suddenly
felt Dan shifting and squirming down in her panties. Had he heard? He probably
had.
Grace turned quickly towards the
kitchen counter and reached up to the wall cupboard for the breakfast cereal.
Her breasts swung loose beneath
her pyjama top, she felt them dangling freely as she reached up.
Her other hand gently pressed
against Dan's body at her crotch and she stroked his back, soothingly.
"What do you care?"
Annabelle growled venomously. "He's not your boyfriend. Plus I didn't
really do anything. It was just a bit of fun with Navya, she's fun, that's
all."
"Oh, well that's okay then,
if she's fun…" Grace responded, lifting the cereal. "Want
anything?" She nodded towards the open cupboard.
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Annabelle shook her head quickly.
"What the hell does it
matter to you? He's not your boyfriend, it's not your relationship, it's not
your life…" Annabelle glowered at Grace, her eyes were squinting. Clearly
she was grumpy. She had a storming headache, no doubt.
"In fact," Annabelle
was doubling down now. "Why don't you get a life?" She grimaced.
"You've always been jealous of Dan. It's not my fault that I'm the popular
one…"
Grace spun towards Annabelle
angrily, she was spitting in rage.
"Don't you…"
"Morning ladies," a
calm voice interrupted the volatile mood of the kitchen. "How is
everyone?" Their mother asked the young ladies.
They both looked at her, their
emotions cooling slightly.
"No need for raised voices
on a Sunday morning is there?" Their mum said coolly.
"How was your night out
Annabelle?" Their mum asked, grabbing some milk from the fridge.
"Yeah good thanks,"
"Too good," Grace
mumbled as she tipped the cereal into her bowl. Annabelle shot her a warning
look.
"You're looking a bit worse
for wear darling," their mum commented as she passed the milk to Grace.
Grace smirked, Annabelle
glowered.
"The price of having fun and
having a life," Annabelle bit out towards Grace.
"Now, no need to be a bully.
I thought you two had grown out of this by now, you're adults, come on, please
can you just get along." She sat down next to Grace with a bowl and poured
some cereal in.
"I'm nice, she's always just
showing off and rubbing it in my face," Grace protested as she poured milk
into her bowl and passed it to her mother.
"Can we not do this
now?" Annabelle covered her face in her hands. "It's not my fault
you're an utter loser…"
"Now, that's not fair
Annabelle, you apologise right now. Why can't you just be patient and nice with
your sister? I've told you before I would have killed to have a sister when I
was younger. You're supposed to have each other's backs… you're supposed to be
best friends."
She poured milk in her bowl.
"Your constant bickering is
starting to wear a bit thin…" she looked at each of them.
Grace crossed her arms across her
chest. Annabelle had her head in her hands.
There was silence in the room.
Their mother waited patiently. She had needed to be, bringing up two daughters
on her own.
"I'm waiting…" their
mum, Deborah, crossed her own arms. "I can wait all day…"
"Fine, sorry,"
Annabelle growled through her fingers. "Are we done now?"
Grace glowered at her.
She looked back to their mum, who
slid a spoon into the cereal and slid it under the milky surface and lifted it
up and inserted it into her mouth.
Milk dripped from the spoon and
trickled down her chin as she crunched on the cereal.
Their mum then opened a magazine
and started to read.
Grace looked back at Annabelle,
her mind drifting with her imagination, which was where she usually went in
moments like this.
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*
Annabelle's hands shot away from
her face, she looked at Grace in shock.
"What are you doing?"
She said accusingly.
"Nothing," Grace
replied defensively. Glancing at their mum. She didn't respond or flinch. It
was like she didn't hear a thing.
"I know it's you, stop it
now," Annabelle growled.
"It's not. I'm not doing
anything," suddenly she could see Annabelle visibly shrinking in size.
"See?" Annabelle looked
down at herself and her baggy clothes. "Mum!" She shouted. "MUM!
Make her stop this,"
They both looked back at their
mum. She didn't respond or move. She continued reading her magazine article.
Grace looked back at Annabelle
and then a wide smile formed across her face.
Her left eyebrow also slowly
raised upwards.
"How's it feeling now, baby
sister?" She said teasingly.
"Stop it, you bitch!"
Annabelle lunged across the table towards her and grabbed Grace's shoulders.
She was already half her original size. Her clothes were hanging loose around
her, and her bottom half suddenly became naked as her sleep shorts dropped
away.
"What the hell are you
doing, shrinking me down?" Annabelle tried to shake Grace, but she was too
weak and small to do anything. "Mum!" Annabelle shouted, but their
mum didn't respond. She didn't even look up. "What the fuck?"
"I'm going to teach you a
lesson baby sister," Grace snickered, she pushed Annabelle off and away
from her, causing Annabelle to clumsily trip over her loose and baggy sleep
shirt and collapse backwards. She bounced off the milk bottle with a clink,
causing the bottle to wobble slightly, and then she rebounded off it and
collapsed in a heap onto the kitchen table.
Annabelle was only about six
inches tall now.
She looked around in shock, then
stood up, completely naked but defiant. She clenched her fists at her side.
"Stop it instantly. Make me
big again!"
Grace shook her head and reached
out towards Annabelle's chest and gave her a flick.
Annabelle flew backwards and fell
to the table, rubbing her chest.
"Ouch, you bitch!" She
growled. "Fuck you!"
"If only you were a bit
nicer, this wouldn't be happening to you," Grace said smoothly, shrugging.
"It's not my fault you're a selfish bitch,"
Annabelle looked down at her body
and cried out, as she shrank even smaller. She was only three inches tall now.
"Screw you," Annabelle
shouted.
"Ooh, now that you mention
it," Grace's eyes lit up. She reached her hand down into her pyjamas and
lifted out a tiny man who was dangling from her fingers.
Annabelle's eyes widened in
shock.
"Dan?" She cried out.
"What the hell have you done with Dan?" She spat towards Grace.
"He's mine now, I've had
quite a bit of fun with him, he shrank himself down for you, and I found him in
your room. We've had a great time haven't we Dan?" Grace kissed the six
inch tall man. "He's the perfect sized little dildo,"
She placed the naked Dan down
next to Annabelle. She looked up at her boyfriend, craning her neck. She was
half his size.
Her head was at his waist.
"Ooh, I've got a great idea,
your head is the perfect height for…"
"Don't you fucking dare say
anything,"
"Do it, or I'll shrink you
to the size of an ant and squish you under my fingertip," Grace lifted her
index finger up and pressed it down towards Annabelle suggestively.
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Annabelle cowered and then looked
at Dan's penis in distaste.
"But it's twice the size it
normally is to me, its massive," Grace shrugged.
"You've got a big mouth,
you'll cope somehow," Grace smirked.
Annabelle stepped towards Dan,
whose penis was almost instantly erect.
He didn't say a thing as her tiny
hands grasped his penis.
Annabelle brought her head
towards his cock, and tentatively licked the tip of his erect penis.
She looked at Grace.
Who gestured for her to continue.
Annabelle glowered and then
opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid her mouth down across Dan's
penis.
It looked so big in her mouth,
she gagged slightly. Grace chuckled as she saw Dan's enormous cock filling
Annabelle's mouth, her little cheeks bulged.
Annabelle chuckled.
"He's a mouthful," she
said wickedly.
Annabelle's mouth slid up and
down on his penis, straining to go deeper, she couldn't suck all of it.
Dan grabbed the back of her head
and pushed it further along and arched his back, Annabelle gagged even more.
"Okay, I'm bored now,"
Grace said.
Annabelle withdrew her mouth and
then shrieked out as she kept shrinking.
She grabbed hold of Dan's penis
and within a second she was absolutely tiny. Only two millimetres tall and on
all fours on the shaft of his penis.
Dan had his hands on his hips,
looking down at her dumbfounded.
Grace chuckled.
"Now you're in your place
little sister," she laughed wickedly.
She glanced across the table.
Their mum was just reading the magazine and absentmindedly eating her cereal,
loudly crunching on it.
Grace's mouth formed into a slow
smile.
She reached down towards Dan's
penis with her fingers and gently pinched Annabelle between them.
She heard a little squeak of
shock and fear as she lifted Annabelle up between her fingers.
She examined her, she was an
absolutely tiny naked little thing, wriggling between her fingertips.
She reached over towards her
mother's cereal bowl, hovered her fingers above and then let go.
She watched the tiny screaming
spec fall down and land with a tiny plop in the milk.
"Nooo!" Annabelle
screamed as she trod water in the milk.
Grace lowered her face to look;
she could see Annabelle swimming towards a floating cheerio and grab hold of it
like a life ring.
Grace smirked as she watched her
tiny naked sister spluttering in the milk.
Her long hair was completely wet
and clinging to her face and head.
"Stop this now!" Annabelle
called up to Grace.
Grace shook her head,
refusing.
Their mom's giant spoon swooped
down towards the bowl, dipping under the milky surface and lifting upwards
again with milk and cheerio contents swirling around in the spoon.
Annabelle looked upwards at the
lifting spoon in horror.
"Okay, you've had your fun
now, you've made your point, c'mon, make me big again sis," she begged,
crawling on top of the floating cheerio.
Grace just pursed her lips.
"I wonder what you'll taste
like," she said back to Annabelle.
"Screw you!" Annabelle
shouted out. "She might eat me, stop it, make me big now, I can't believe
you're doing this to me, I'm your sister!"
"You should have thought of
that before you spent so many years bullying and torturing me," Grace
responded bluntly.
The spoon swooped down
again.
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Part 6 - Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
"Pleeease!" Annabelle
begged and screamed out. "Help me!"
The spoon plunged under the milky
surface closer to Annabelle, causing the cheerio she was on to bob around
furiously.
Annabelle clung onto the cheerio
with her arms, flopping over and holding on for dear life.
The spoon scooped up some more
cereal and tapped the side of Annabelle's cheerio as it lifted upwards; sending
her cheerio spinning on the milk.
"Ahhhh!" She cried out.
Then she spluttered as a load of milk dripped off the spoon. Compared to her
size the drips of milk were several times bigger than her and they splashed
around her, splashed on her cheerio, and one drip struck her dead on. It
knocked her flat against the cheerio, and sent her tumbling off the edge and
into the centre of the cheerio ring.
"Please, help me!" She
splashed in the milk, treading water. "I don't want to be eaten!" She
cried out.
They both looked at their mum's
mouth as she inserted the spoon inside and then watched as she crunched on the
cereal.
Grace smirked. She watched as the
spoon descended again, straight for her sister this time.
Their mum was none the wiser. She
seemed oblivious to everything.
Annabelle screamed as the giant
metal spoon descended and plunged into the milk directly beneath her.
"Grace, don't let this
happen!" She cried out. "I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry… you can't let
her eat me,"
Grace watched as the spoon
scooped up the milk and several cheerios, one of which Annabelle was floating
helplessly inside.
Her eyes followed the spoon and
the screaming Annabelle as it lifted upwards towards the giant mouth.
She watched as her mother's milk
moist lips opened, her enormous teeth were on display, her tongue lowered out
to greet the spoon.
The giant spoon was lifted inside
her mouth and the giant mouth closed around it.
The last Grace saw was the tiny
spec of her screaming sister.
Then the spoon emerged sucked
clean.
Grace saw her mum swill it around
in her mouth and then she bit down with a loud crunch.
*
Grace jumped in her seat.
"What the fuck is wrong with
you?" Annabelle glared across the table at Grace, covering her chest with
her arms.
"Language!" Their mum
scolded Annabelle. "Watch your language in this house," she glanced
up irritably from her magazine.
Annabelle ignored her.
"Why are you just staring at
me like that; with that weird grin of yours?" She said to Grace.
"You're such a freak," she growled.
"Oh, screw you
Annabelle," Grace stood up angrily, picking up her cereal bowl, a punnet
of strawberries and her juice and she marched out of the kitchen.
She kind of loved her sister in a
reluctant way, but she also kind of wished she could just shrink the bitch down
and teach her a lesson.
She stormed up to her bedroom and
put the breakfast stuff down on her desk.
Then she reached inside her
panties and grabbed hold of Dan's tiny body.
She lifted him out.
He was very warm from being
nestled against her pussy.
"Did you hear that
shit?" She asked him. He nodded slowly, slightly forlornly.
"She's such a bitch, how did
you put up with her?" He shrugged.
"She can be nice lot's of
the time," he replied.
"Sometimes," Grace
mumbled, looking doubtfully at the tiny man in her hand.
"But I didn't realise that
she was cheating on me," he said with gritted teeth.
Grace nodded. He must feel really
betrayed. He had shrunk himself for Annabelle and it was kind of her fault he
had been caught by Grace. Even worse it seemed that Annabelle had cheated on
him.
She almost felt sympathy for
Dan.
In fact, she did feel
sympathetic.
"Would you like some
breakfast?" She asked. "I can feed you, would you like
that?"
Dan nodded eagerly.
She lowered his tiny form down to
her bedroom desk and sat down with crossed legs, waiting patiently.
"I'm really hungry," he
said.
"I've got cereal, milk and
strawberries," Grace offered.
"Yes please, a bit of
everything," Grace nodded.
She poured the cereal into a bowl
and followed it with a splash of milk.
She lowered a strawberry down to
Dan to start eating.
He grabbed the bright red fruit
with both hands and took a bite out of it, which was indeed a small
chunk.
He was only able to eat in pieces
the size that a mouse might, and couldn't eat as fast as a mouse.
Grace slid her spoon into the
bowl. She stared at the cheerios floating in the milk, remembering her daydream
about her sister; shrunken down and helpless in a bowl of cereal.
Her eyes flicked over to the
shrinking device in the corner of her room.
She had covered it with a
bedsheet.
It was very tempting to want to
use it on her sister.
She stared at the shrinking
device.
"Are you okay?" Dan
asked, breaking the spell.
"Huh?" Grace shook the
wicked thoughts away. "Yeah, fine, just thinking about Annabelle,"
she replied.
Then she lifted the spoon up and
started to crunch on the cereal with her teeth, grinding up the cheerios and
swallowing.
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Part 6 - Chapter 4 by Richard C H Davies
Dan watched the enormous giantess
eating her breakfast. She was indeed beautiful. He started to realise that she
was just as pretty as her sister, but her sister seemed to carry herself with
more confidence; which tended to make her appear more beautiful and
appealing.
He now saw Grace in a different
light. She was beautiful, even with the milk trickling down her chin and
dripping from it.
Grace looked down at him and then
reached into her bowl with her fingertips, she plucked out a cheerio and slowly
lowered the semi soaked cereal down to Dan.
He looked at the ring. The
central hole was big enough for him to easily put his thigh through. It was so
big to him.
Her huge fingernails held the
cheerio out, level with his face.
He leaned forwards and took a
bite out of the cheerio and chewed.
It felt thicker and much more
substantial than he had expected. It must be his size. The strawberry had also
seemed very sweet and sugary to him.
But then again, he concluded,
everything at this new shrunken size was exaggerated. The air felt a bit
thicker, smells and sounds were exaggerated.
Every time Grace moved, he felt
the vibration on the surface he was on; even in the air. Everything was dialled
up by 100% for him. He might have to mention this to her at some point.
It was especially painful when
she laughed.
She had a lovely laugh. It was
one of those laughs which was infectious to other people. Unfortunately, it was
very loud for him, almost deafening.
"How's that?" She asked
him, looking down at him, like a pet.
Was he just a pet to her?
He nodded, swallowing a mouthful
of cheerio.
"Great thank you, it's so
filling!"
"Ah, good, you're going to
need the energy," she winked at him.
It sent a ripple of emotion
through him. He was still pretty tired. She was ravenous. He didn't know if he
could keep up with her sexual passions. Hopefully she would get over the
novelty.
She held the cheerio out for him,
like she was feeding a mouse or a tiny bird. She held it pinched between her
fingertips as he took bites out of it and chewed.
Grace continued to finish her own
breakfast.
Once they were full Grace pushed
the bowl further into her desk.
The sound of the bowl grinding
along the surface of the desk, that to a normal sized person would just be a
dull sound, was loud and irritating to his ears.
"Ah!" He cried out.
"That's really loud!" He cried out.
"Huh?" Grace looked
down at Dan in surprise to see him holding his hands to his ears.
"It's really loud!" he
shouted. "Don't forget I'm really small, everything is so much louder and
affects me more," he told her.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't
realise…"
"No, you didn't think did
you?" He snapped irritably. "I'm tired and exhausted and everything
is just so massive and I feel so helpless… it's too much, please just… can you
try and think about how things affect me," he tried to contain his
frustration.
Grace looked surprised.
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Part 6 - Chapter 5 by Richard C H Davies
"Err… okay," she looked
down at the tiny creature issuing instructions to her.
"And another thing," he
continued.
"Oh, there's more?" she
blinked quickly.
"When you laugh, it's so
freaking loud, that it's honestly deafening me," he blurted out.
Grace blushed with
embarrassment.
"Well… I'm sorry that you
don't like my laugh," she grumbled.
"No, it's not that I don't
like it, you've got a good laugh, it's just that I'm so small and it's really
loud to me at this size," he replied. Grace shrugged.
"Okay, then don't make me
laugh and I won't laugh and then you won't be deafened…" she tailed off,
slightly hurt by his statement.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to
offend you…"
Grace's face suddenly turned red
with anger.
"No, don't worry, you can't
offend me. Anyway, it doesn't matter, because your opinion doesn't matter.
You're my pet, your job in life is to please me now. So, if I want to laugh,
I'll laugh. Got it?" She stood over him, demonstrating her enormous size
as she towered over him.
He nodded slowly and
quietly.
"Now, I don't care if you're
tired." She hooked her thumbs under her pyjamas and dropped them to the
floor, followed by her panties.
Her naked hairy pussy loomed
directly in front of Dan. He stared at it. A little bit of clear fluid dribbled
from her pussy and dripped to the floor.
"I'm horny, and I expect my
little pet man dildo to do the work," she reached down towards him.
He looked up to see her huge hand
closing towards him. She had a horny expression on her face. He regretted
saying anything at all now.
Grace held the tiny Dan in her giant hand. All
of his features were tiny to her. Pitiful in her grasp.
“What should I do with you?” She
asked down to him.
“Please can you make me big
again? I’ll resign… I promise. You won’t hear from me ever again,” his voice
quivered pitifully. Her expression soured.
“I’m afraid I don’t know how to
use your size adjustment device,” she could see him swallowing hard.
“Please, you have to help me…
please. I’m begging you. You can’t just leave me like this…”
“I think I’m gonna have a
shower,” Grace suddenly blurted out, as if he hadn’t even spoken. Her giant
eyes were looking elsewhere, completely disinterested with his woes.
“Why are you doing this?” He
begged. “I thought we were starting to…”
The giant eyes returned back to
look at him.
“Oh… me? What the giant loud one?
You were starting to, what? Get deafened?”
“I didn’t mean that… I…” he
trailed off, as she lifted her pyjamas back up again and thrust him into her
pocket.
He was jumbled about against her
giant thigh as she walked with purpose somewhere. Her giant fingers reached
inside the pocket and dragged him out.
She placed him in the
ceramic basin of a giant sink. He looked around, startled, and realised they
were in the bathroom.
"Don't go anywhere I'm just having a quick shower," she stated, then
turned around and undressed, entering into her monsoon shower.
She allowed the heavy stream of water to wash off the stress of the angst her
sister caused her, and the insecurities and inferiority complex. She didn’t
mean to have taken it out on Dan, but he hadn’t helped. She had woken with such
high hopes this morning; her despondency however was being replaced by a few
ideas.
She had Dan in her possession. Nobody else knew about him. He was her pet to do
with as she pleased and he was her sister’s boyfriend.
That was satisfying
enough.
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Part 7 - Chapter 1 by Richard C H Davies
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That little shit in the
bathroom sink needed to understand his position and his new role in life.
She lathered her naked body with soap. She felt her breasts, cleaning herself
everywhere as she thought through the situation. She wondered how amazing her
body looked to the tiny Dan. Then she rinsed herself off.
She turned and grabbed a large bath towel and wrapped it around herself. Then
she returned to the sink.
"Would you like a wash?" She asked. He shook his head in
embarrassment. She shrugged and reached down to pick him up.
He flinched slightly but allowed her to lift him up and out of the bathroom.
She glided into her bedroom and lowered the brightness of the lighting with her
automated dimmer.
She placed Dan on her bed and started to dry herself. She glanced down to her
stool and went over to pick up her night clothes. When she looked back the bed
was clear.
She looked around in sudden panic.
*
Dan saw his opportunity
and went for it. He couldn't wait for Grace to eventually like him enough to
return him to his normal size; he needed to do it himself. He would find a way.
He needed to find Annabelle; she would help him.
He ran to the edge of the bed and gripped onto the duvet as he slid down the
side of it. He landed heavily on the floor, rolling on the broadloom carpet,
and picked himself off the floor and ran underneath the bed.
There were various objects in there in the dark. He couldn't quite make out
what they all were. He could see a number of shoes. He clambered into a cluster
of shoes and hid, panting, trying to think about what to do next.
He looked around wide eyed.
The giant feet of the woman started to move around the bed.
"Dan, you don't need to run away, I will help you get back to normal
size," Grace called out. He didn't believe her. She just wanted him back
in her possession.
He looked beyond the objects under the bed to see where he could run to. The
bedroom was quite sparse. He didn't have many options. It was mostly skirting
board to the perimeter, there was a bedside cupboard, a door leading out the
room and a separate walk-in wardrobe.
He saw her giant feet pad over to the bedroom door. She locked it with a loud
click. He watched her giant hands appear on the ground and roll up and stuff
her bath towel underneath the door.
Shit that was his escape route blocked. She was also naked now.
He decided to make a
run for the bedside cabinet. Hopefully he could hide under it or behind the
back. Maybe he could climb inside the drawers.
He started running, clambering underneath the heel of a stiletto shoe.
He darted around some other shoes and then heard a clatter to his side. He
jerked his head to the left. Just in time to see a giant hand appear in the air
nearby and slam down onto the side of a shoe. He darted inside a shoe and
waited. His chest heaving heavily as he tried to calm his breathing and quieten
down.
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Part 7 - Chapter 2 by Richard C H Davies
The giant hand was
close to where he was heading. She had caught him out. He had underestimated
how fast she could travel effortlessly, a few metres to her was very far for
him.
It was a complete mess under her bed. She would surely need to search for ages.
He had time to plot his escape. Perhaps he could run the other way.
He heard the hand grab another shoe and drag it along the carpet out from under
the bed. There was a pause for a few seconds, presumably she was checking the
inside of the shoe.
Then he heard the giant hand make contact with another shoe.
"I know you're in there Dan. You can't hide from me. I will find you," the giantess' voice
boomed under the bed. He shivered in fear.
Her voice had disrupted
his thoughts and his courage to flee. He was conflicted. Should he continue to
hide or try to flee?
Every time he was about to make a dash for it, he heard the clatter of her hand
grabbing something and dragging it out from under the bed.
He finally summoned up the courage. He braced himself, filled his lungs with
air. Then his surroundings shook. There was a loud thud of something making
contact with leather. He braced himself, shaking in fear as he felt the whole
shoe start to move as it was dragged along.
Damnit it, he thought, he should have run away when he had the chance.
He crawled to the tip of the shoe, trying to wedge himself in as tightly as he
could. Trying to hide himself from her inspection.
His stomach lurched as he felt himself being lifted in the air and his
surroundings rotated around. Light spilled into the shoe. He braced himself as
much as he could. Tensing every single muscle.
He could see down the shaft of the base of the shoe. A shadow moved across the
light and he moved his head back as much as possible. As if that would help.
He could just about see a giant eye peering into the shoe. He froze, hoping she
couldn't see him. Then it moved away.
The heel of the shoe tipped downwards. He held on tightly. Then it shook. He
dropped slightly. Bracing desperately, then it shook again. He lost his grip
and tumbled out of the tip of the shoe.
He slid down the inner liner and hit the heel, spinning off it and flipping
into the air. He shut his eyes. He didn't want to watch himself fall to his
death.
He fell through mid-air for a split second and landed on something spongey.
He opened his eyes in surprise, just in time to see her giant fingers wrap
around his body and grasp him tightly.
He looked upwards to see her stern face looking down at him.
"There you are. Now where were we?" she said down to him. He saw her
giant breasts dangling over him.
She turned, with him clutched in her hand and then sat down on the bed.
She placed him on the duvet and let go of him.
He lay sprawled on
the bed, unsure of what to do next. He looked up at her. She was even more
imposing than a moment ago, towering over him. Her breasts hung down towards
him, he looked downwards to see her giant hips and buttocks sitting on the bed.
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Part 7 - Chapter 3 by Richard C H Davies
She regarded him
plainly, as if examining a toy or an object and deciding what to do next.
"I’m all clean now," she started softly, "so, back to you
learning about your new role in life; as my pet. You no longer belong to
my sister,” she concluded. “You belong to… me,”
She sighed with pleasure of the
anticipation of what she could and should do with him.
"Hmm, what should I do with you?" She asked down at him with a wide
beaming smile.
"Make me big again," he demanded firmly, clenching his fists in
frustration.
"Not where I was going with my rhetorical question Dan, I've got a few
ideas though, don't you worry.”
His thoughts were put on hold as she lifted a ginormous thigh in the air, it
sailed over him like a tower crane gliding over a street.
He stood gaping, wide eyed. His hands flopped to his sides, as he watched the
large thigh plant itself back down to his side, her leg stretched outwards
behind him.
The other thigh settled down on
the opposite side of him, effectively trapping him in an exceptionally long
tunnel of flesh, the end of the tunnel within his gaze was a hairy mound. It
consisted of curly pubic hair at her groin. It protruded above her pussy and
sprawled out the sides. Tufts of neatly trimmed pubic hair reached down to her
butthole.
He turned around and ran as fast
as his little legs would carry him. He felt his penis slapping against his
thighs as he ran.
He passed the giant knees but
within a second he was held firmly by the giant tree trunk sized fingers of his
giant captor. He yelped in frustration, pounding at his fleshy prison as he was
dragged backwards along the duvet cover.
He scrabbled to try and escape
but he was hauled towards the mound of her giant pussy. He wanted to escape
more than anything. He was brought to within inches of the horrifying feature.
He turned to look up. It was just dark curly hair, in every direction. Her
giant hand was behind holding him in place.
The warmth emanating from the hairy region in front of him seemed to soak into
his very bones as his body absorbed the heat.
He looked upwards in desperation. He could just about see her giant face peering
down over her breasts. She had a wicked smile on her face, this was a very
different Grace than he knew from before. She looked lustful. More than ever.
She was out to prove something.
He looked around helplessly, there was no escape.
The other giant hand slithered
down over her belly, navel and then slid over her hairy mound with a loud
rustling of hair. It flattened the curly mound of hair above, and then her
fingers snaked their way down some more and suddenly delved inside the tuft of
hair in front of him.
The fingers curled, with the index and middle fingers leading the charge and started
to masturbate in front of him with a loud rustling sound of hair.
He could only watch on at the giant activity in front of him, silently hoping
that she was just subjecting him to a visual show. Perhaps this was her revenge
for what he had said to her earlier; to demean him into being a tiny voyeur.
He had to escape from this nightmare.
He looked around, hoping she
would be distracted. He saw a gap between her fingers and the side of the
fleshy thigh and went for it. He darted between the flesh and fingers of his
captor.
Before he could make more than a
few steps the giant fingers were curling round him like the branches of an
enchanted tree; they completely enveloped him and incapacitated him.
He screamed out as he was dragged backwards further than before. In fact much,
much closer to the hairy terror than before. He looked backwards, wishing he
hadn't looked at it. He also regretted his escape attempt now.
He was lifted up slightly and firmly pressed
against the wiry pubic hair by the giant hand from behind. The hair pressed
down compliantly as he was pushed further against it.
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Chapter 7 - Part 4 by Richard C H Davies
The other giant fingers were
splayed, parting the pubic hair to reveal a bulbous fleshy pink mound. Before
he could fully realise what it was, the back of his head was pushed forwards
forcefully by her fingertip. His face was slammed into the giant clitoris of
the giantess.
She released a loud rumbling moan of satisfaction, feeling the helpless tiny
man being pressed into her erogenous zone was clearly turning her on.
Dan turned his face to the side as much as possible as he was forcefully rubbed
against her clitoris. He could feel it swelling underneath his cheek as blood
and hormones were being pumped to it. All he could see was hair and pink flesh.
All he could feel was the rubbery flesh of her clitoris and the wiry hair that
surrounded him; as well as the firm press of the giant hand that held him. He
could feel the vibrations of her moans of pleasure through her body.
He could hear her moans over the sound of the rustling hair. He managed to get
acclimatised to this horrific adventure, just in time for a sudden and new
experience.
He was lowered slightly downwards.
His chest seemed to lift with
hope. Was it all over? Had she come already? That wasn't as bad as it could
have been? he thought to himself.
But the giant fingers again pressed against the pubic mound either side of him,
delving into the hair, then the fingers parted splaying again and opening up...
He held his hands out defensively as he beheld a terrifying sight. It was the
sight of something he had never felt so close to in his life.
The giant pink lips of the labia
parted either side of him. The lips were huge and inflamed with her pleasure,
sided with hair, he could now see the mouth of her pussy as it loomed towards
him. Her pussy was giant, engorged, and dripping wet with her excitement.
The warmth of her body heat
slammed into him like a tidal wave, with it came the aroma of her sex. It
wasn't unpleasant, as he might have imagined, but it was all consuming. The
smell of her freshly cleaned vagina, her hormones oozing out of her, heightened
by her pleasure and her yearning to dominate his tiny form.
Had he been aroused himself and
in a normal situation where he was in control, he might have even enjoyed the
aroma and sensation. As it was, he was just able to stare dumbfounded at the
moist entrance of her sexual organ.
The giant hand suddenly pushed him towards the horror scene.
He yelped out in terror and gripped at her
fingers to try and stop the progress, but it was too late and she was too
strong to resist. He reached out with his hands at the last second, but they
merely made contact against the flesh above the mouth of her pussy and then
collapsed under the pressure.
His whole body was pressed against the warm and sticky flesh. The atmosphere
was humid here. The air was heavier and he struggled to breathe from the air
and the crushing pressure of her fingers which were forcefully pressing him
against herself.
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Chapter 8 - Part 1 - Dragging along the sex toy by Richard C H Davies
Then the fingertips adjusted and
started to rub his naked body up and down herself. He was suddenly deafened
with her loud shivering moan of pleasure. There was a wet slick noise as he was
rubbed up and down, he passed the mouth of the pussy and above, the glands were
secreting her sexual juices over his body.
He wrinkled his face in distaste, reaching his arms out to try and escape,
grabbing at anything he could. He merely grabbed tufts of her pubic hair,
gripping them as hard as he could. It didn't help him. He was pressed even
harder and swirled around more ferociously.
The wetness surrounding him
increased and he was soon slick, covered head to toe, with her sexual juices.
He desperately tried to keep his face clear of it but it was soon smeared all
over him. Both of the giant hands were working around him. Either manipulating
his body or pleasuring the clitoris above him, or the labia; to either side of
him.
The moans of his captor increased the longer this went on. He hoped it would
all be over soon enough.
Finally, he was pulled away from the dank and wet pussy, until he was a few
feet away; from his perspective. He hung limply from the fingers that held him.
He was exhausted already. This wasn’t possible, any of this situation. The day
had already been a complete rollercoaster and it had barely even started…
"Hmm, that was a nice starter," she spoke down at him interrupting
his ruminations.
Starter? He
thought wildly, that had been an all-consuming experience. It had felt like a
lifetime for him. A starter?
Then her other hand plunged down towards her pussy, he could see the lips of
her labia were splayed open widely, inviting further pleasure.
Two of her giant fingers slid into the mouth of the pussy with a wet slopping
sound that made him feel sick. The fingers pumped in and out for a few minutes
and then they curled and played with her erogenous zones. Sexual mucus trickled
out the sides and bottom of her pussy, coating the pubic hair with the cloudy
wet substance of her sexual nectar.
He watched the scene in front of him in disgust.
The fingers then emerged with a wet squelch, sexual fluids dripped with a long
stream of slime down her buttock cheeks.
"Your turn," she spoke down to him. He looked up at the giant face in
horror and shook his head.
"No, you can't do this to me..." The giant fingers that emerged from
the pussy approached him and dabbed him with the slimy substance all over. He
was completely covered in her sticky fluids.
He spluttered as some of it got
into his mouth. He felt sick and retched slightly. Before he could recover from
that ordeal he was being manhandled by the giant hands, they were pulling him
towards the giant pussy.
He looked forwards in shock,
suddenly seeing the dark hole of the mouth of the pussy, surrounded by dark
pink flesh, then itself surrounded by dark pubic hair.
The mouth of the pussy was
hungrily opening and shutting like the mouth of a giant mythical sea monster.
It was inviting him inside; or it seemed to be more likely that it wanted to
suck him inside.
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Chapter 8 - Part 2 - Being the sex toy by Richard C H Davies
He looked at it, as if it was a
creature with a mind of its own. He had almost forgotten it belonged to the
giant woman sat towering over him.
The giant fingers pushed him
forwards, unrelenting in their dogged task. He was pointed, headfirst towards
the giant pussy mouth and he knew her new purpose for him.
He screamed at the top of his
lungs, trying to shock her to pause and consider her horrific actions she was
about to take. But there was no pause.
He held out his arms in front of
him, palms outstretched, trying to fend off this horrible action she was about
to take.
She stabbed him towards her
pussy. His palms made contact with the sides of her pussy but were instantly
smacked aside by the pressure from behind. His head was thrust inside the dark,
moist, mouth of the pussy.
But it continued, his shoulders
were pushed inside. He could feel tightness around his shoulders, but then
there was a sucking motion from within; as well as the pushing from the giant
fingers. His head and shoulders were literally being sucked inwards by the
giant vagina.
His arms were instantly pinned to
his sides, by the sides of the pussy, he had no ability to move or manoeuvre.
This was it. He was being consumed by her giant pussy. Was he going to die in
here? He started to have a panic attack and hyperventilate as he was thrust
inside but it was instantly stopped when her sexual fluid entered his mouth and
caused him to choke.
He coughed and spluttered as he
was thrust further inside into the pitch- black vagina. He could hear her loud
heartbeat, slick squelching of the muscles around him and her moans of
pleasure, even her breathing was audible to him.
She continued to press him
inside. He wanted all of this to end immediately, but it didn’t.
*
It was absolutely sensational for
Grace. She had taken great pleasure in hunting the tiny Dan down under her bed.
Then she liked him having to
observe her legs trapping his tiny helpless body.
Rubbing him against her pussy had
been a great pleasure and fun, but this… this was indescribable. The physical
act of dominating him again, she wanted to savour the moment and lap it all up
at the same time.
She held his tiny waist and legs
with her hand, giant in comparison to him. She looked down at the tiny feet
sticking out the end of her hand. The top half of Dan was now inside her pussy.
She enjoyed thinking how he must
feel in there. Utterly helpless, at her mercy, surrounded by her giant wet
pussy. Her sister none the wiser about her own boyfriend’s fate. Grace yelped
out in pleasure at the mere thought of it.
She felt amazing. This was what
she wanted… what she needed in her life.
She started to slowly pull the
tiny body out of her pussy, watching the slick back of the man, covered in her
sexual mucus. Then, just as she saw his shoulders, she thrust him back inside.
Hard.
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Chapter 8 - Part 3 - Her sister's boyfriend right where she wants him... by Richard C H Davies
His head touched a very
pleasurable spot deep inside and she gasped in pleasure. She did it again.
Extracting him out again and then thrusting him quickly inside. She then
started to accelerate the motion. She pulled him in and out, in and out.
She felt his pitiful struggles
and wriggles against her giant fingers, but it was all completely in vain. She
was completely in control of the situation. She literally held his life in her
hands.
She had absolutely no intention
of ending his life though. He was far too precious a commodity. He was a
perfectly sized living dildo. Her little sex pet.
She pulled him in and out, in and
out, in and out, it was so fast that she started to forget that she was using a
living person. Had she been more mindful she might have wondered if it was too
fast for him. It could have caused a severe injury.
But it didn’t severely injure
him. She was too spongy and wet inside for that.
She was so close to cumming now,
but something inside her wanted to really make this climax a special one. So,
she pulled him out of her pussy with a wet slop.
She looked down at the panting,
exhausted man. She could barely make out his facial expressions. He was covered
with her sexual fluids and some white flecks of her pleasure.
He was like a fish out of water.
Trying to breathe, stunned.
She quickly wiped his face
against her thigh, clearing his eyes and then rotated his body, holding his
feet together with her other hand she slowly slid his body, feet first this
time, inside her warm pussy.
She cooed at the cooler
temperature legs entering inside. She watched him between her breasts. He was
spluttering, his eyelids fluttered as they fought against the sticky substance
on his face. The tiny eyes opened and looked up at her, wide-eyed.
That was what she wanted. She
wanted to climax, watching him in his helpless position. She gripped his upper
body so that she could see as much of him as possible and then started to
slowly pump him inside and out again.
He gurgled and then shrieked, but
soon he ran out of energy and air. He simply looked up at her… helpless in the
situation, as she literally used him to fuck herself.
She increased the intensity of
her pumping in and out.
Looking down at his tiny face was
too much for her. She deliberately kept the pumping so he didn’t turn into a
blur. She wanted to see his expression, when… when she… when she… her eyelids
fluttered. Her cheeks flushed. Blood flooded her pussy… when she…
She had to force her neck to not
bolt her head backwards. She wanted to watch his expression as she came.
Her orgasm was an explosion, a
gushing of emotion and energy all in one. Her muscles unconsciously squeezed
down below, his eyes went wide and almost bulbous as he was crushed by her
pussy muscles. That was what she wanted to see, for just an instant, she wanted
to see him feel that crushing sensation of her ultimate power over his entire
being... and he did feel it.
She had her sister’s boyfriend
right where she wanted him…
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Chapter 9 - Part 1 - Three months later... by Richard C H Davies
Three months later
Grace glanced down at David; he
was sitting on her desk in her bedroom, looking up at her, awaiting her
instructions.
Over the last few months, he had
learned to become more loyal and obedient to her. He no longer resisted her, or
at least he gave up resisting her, and she could tell that, in fact, he now
knew that he relied upon her to survive. That had clearly done something to the
man. He had changed in how he behaved.
She wondered if he had learned to
adore her or if it was just a survival instinct. Maybe she would never know the
answer to that question.
Regardless he remained in her
possession, whether as a volunteer or as a captive, it didn't much matter. Due
to his size his role and status in life he was very much reliant on her... for
everything.
He did of course realise, that if
his mistress grew bored of him or displeased with him that he could find
himself flushed down a toilet, tossed into a waste bin, or worse… he sometimes
had nightmares about what she might do with him to hide him. He was living and
breathing evidence, he knew she wouldn’t let him go.
Now it was very clear to him. He
was safer if he stayed in Grace’s favour, he had witnessed and been at the
mercy of her vicious moods and it was better for him to obey her; despite her
frequent roughness when she played with him. He stood a chance of survival and
a level of humane treatment.
If she ever didn't like what he
was doing or about, then she might just dispose of him.
He shivered at the thought of it,
as he stared up to make eye contact with his owner, goddess, mistress… all of
them applied.
But Rome wasn’t built in a day
and it had taken David some time to get to this stage of realisation of his new
life and reality. He had been through a process of realisation.
He glanced down towards the
drawers to her dresser, he didn’t want to be shoved in there again. He wanted
to be treated like an equal… at least not like a sex toy…
*
3 months ago – 3 weeks after Grace finding shrunken David
David couldn’t bear another day
of it. He quivered as he waited for morning to come. He couldn’t sleep. He knew
what was going to happen next.
He heard the sound of scuffling
and thudding outside of his dark prison. He hugged his knees to his body. He
didn’t have long now.
The whole environment jerked
around him and light spilled rudely into his pitch- black environment. David
clutched his eyes shut, feeling the light tugging at his eyelids.
He finally blinked his eyes open
and looked up, to see the usual sight, a huge giantess towering over him.
It was his giant captor, Grace.
She looked down at him, almost as
if she pitied him. It was the same every day, the same since he shrunken himself,
been captured and used several times daily… to satisfy her sexual appetites.
He had tried to resist her
physically but that was very evidently a futile use of his energy, she was just
too massive and powerful to resist physically.
Then he had verbally abused her,
he had continued to hurl insults at her, any kind of abuse that came to his
mind, until it got to the point of the absurd. He had transitioned from the
traditional “let me go, you fucking psycho bitch,” through to “you stupid giant
woman” and through to “giant flump faced twit-stickle”.
Every time he had hurled insults
at Grace she had frowned, creased her brow or even given him a punitive and
very painful flick on his bottom, or the back of his shoulders, with her index
finger. That smarted the most and felt sore for the rest of the day. It just
wasn’t worth it.
Eventually the insults had lost
all meaning, but had started to become quite extraordinary in their nature,
until he finally ran out of energy to do that as well.
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Chapter 9 - Part 2 - Taken to the Public Library by Richard C H Davies
He had tried escaping several
times as well. That had resulted in a twisted ankle on his part on one occasion
when he had tried to jump from too great a height. Another occasion she had
slammed her foot down on top of him and nearly crushed him. A few other
occasions she had caught him in the escape attempt and swiftly… dealt with him
to teach him a lesson.
Now, he was in what he called his
‘hunger strike and floppy body’ phase.
This was where he deliberately
made his whole body floppy whenever she held him, so he was as unappealing as
possible for her, sexually. It had worked initially, but then she had taken it
out on him and strapped him to any hard objects that she could use to insert him
into her pussy.
Sometimes he was strapped to a
dildo, a carrot, a banana; even a thick felt-tip pen. It was demoralising and
dehumanising.
So, he accompanied it with his
hunger strike. It had been very hard at first. She did feed him quite well, but
David needed to send her a message. So, he refused to eat her food, he just
drank some water.
It didn’t take long to show on
his body, he had become much more drawn and emaciated. His strength was greatly
reduced. She genuinely seemed concerned about his wellbeing.
Grace had tried to feed him all
different types of food, assuming that he was just off his food. But when he
angrily waved her away, she realised what his tactic was.
Grace was angry at first and just
gave him water, not even offering him food. She put him in the dark drawer and
just shut him in all day, with a cup of water and another cup for his toilet.
He had looked for escapes but there were none; the drawer was completely sealed
in.
So, he just sat there, waiting…
waiting for an opportunity.
He looked up at her today, his
eyes were lined with tired dark bags, he was drawn and haggard. His body had
gone into ketosis a long time ago.
She looked down at him with pity.
Her giant hand reached down
towards him. He didn’t cower any more, he just accepted it was part of his life
to be picked up, dropped off, sexually exploited. But he wouldn’t give her any
more pleasure in doing it to him. At least he had that power left in his own
possession.
He was gently picked up by Grace.
“Morning David, we’re going to do
something different today,” Grace said to him as she lifted his tired and weak
body up from the drawer.
Grace lifted him up and placed
him inside her handbag and zipped it up.
He watched the darkness enfold
him as he watched the zip close above him. That took him by surprise.
He wondered what was different.
She was fully clothed, normally when she picked him up and had her way with
him, she was completely naked.
Where was she taking him? When
she did take him out of the house, she normally put him in her panties and
pressed him up against her moist and hairy pussy. He was normally nearly
suffocating against the folds of her sex; smothered against her womanhood and
humiliated as she went about whatever business she was doing.
He had to wait about an hour
before he knew what was going to happen next.
The zip eventually noisily
opened, spilling daylight into the handbag.
Grace’s giant hand reached inside
and pulled him out. Then he found himself being placed gently on an oak table.
He looked around quickly. He was completely naked and standing on a strange
table. They were surrounded by giant shelves of books.
Where the hell were they?
He looked ahead of him, in the
distance he saw people walking around, across the large open atrium… they were
in a public library. People! He had to scream and get help… He started to run
forwards along the table, but a huge wall dropped down in front of him.
There were printed words on the
huge wall… he craned his neck and looked up at the huge book that Grace had
slammed down in front of him.
“Ah ah ah,” Grace’s voice boomed
behind him. He turned to look back up at her. “Make a sound, or try to get away
from me, and you will be punished… severely punished…” her expression made it
clear that she wasn’t messing around.
He was two inches in height
today, the size she normally kept him was six or seven inches, so that he made
a good sex toy for her, but today she had made sure he was physically tiny. When
he was this size he felt particularly small and helpless and it made her look
even larger and more powerful.
David looked up at his giant
owner.
Her huge cleavage dominated the
view above him, further above that view was her domineering and stern
expression.
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Chapter 9 - Part 3 - Just a storm in a teacup (or a tiny) by Richard C H Davies
She was absolutely massive. He
had no chance of being able to physically overcome her.
Nevertheless, he refused to let
her break him.
“How dare you do this to me, this
is insulting, I’m a grown man…” he shouted up at her defiantly.
There was silence.
Grace's serious stare was
piercing, it felt like it was burning through his very soul.
She abruptly cocked her head
slightly to the side and then upright again.
"I'm sorry, I missed
that," she said in a calm tone. David cleared his throat and spoke
again.
"I… I am a grown man, so make
me big again!"
Grace's expression remained firm
and stoic as she calmly absorbed his words. Whilst the words meant nothing and
she knew he had no power, the fact that he felt like he could still speak to
her like this and express his feelings with those words meant that she had
plenty of work to do to demonstrate to him his new position in life.
"Well,” Grace finally spoke.
“As you know, the British have a great saying," she picked up the cup of
tea that had been sitting and growing cold at the edge of the table. “Have you
heard of the phrase ‘it’s just a storm in a teacup’?”
David shook his head anxiously.
He had heard of it but he didn’t like the sound of where this could be going at
all.
Grace looked at her mug of tea.
She plucked up the tiny David
between thumb and forefinger, he yelped as he was lifted over the blight brown
coloured tea.
She let go and dropped him
in.
David plunged into the mud- coloured
water and was completely submerged for a moment. His feet touched the
bottom of the cup.
He kicked off the bottom in
desperation, his lungs burned from holding his breath in surprise.
A second later he broke the
surface coughing, spluttering and splashing about. Dark tea splashed
across the top of the mug and some of it splashed onto the table.
Grace kept the large book propped
open on the table. In fact, she picked up a few others and created a little
barrier wall along her area, blocking anyone in the distance from seeing her.
She had positioned herself with her back to the wall in a little alcove in the
library. It was her quiet little spot and people very rarely bothered her in
this aisle. It was full of geological books. She had found this to be the least
popular set of books in the library.
Grace stretched out her finger
and reached into the cup.
David called out, demanding that
she stopped.
Grace plunged her finger into the
tepid water and then gave it a strong clockwise stir.
David screamed out, just about
audible over the sound of the sploshing liquid.
David yelled as his upper body
was rapidly spun in a circle by the whirlpool that was forming at the centre of
the cup.
Grace kept spinning her
fingertip, increasing the speed of her spinning.
The water roiled and shortly
formed a larger and quite deep tea coloured whirlpool in the centre, where David
was.
David was spinning rapidly in
circles and screaming out, then he uncontrollably descended into the water as
the whirlpool sucked him down.
His arms waved about and splashed
helplessly.
His head dunked underneath and
submerged again.
Grace finally stopped
stirring.
The tea was spinning very fast in
a circle and finally started to slow down.
David burst to the surface
coughing and gasping for air.
He glided out of the spinning
centre and was caught by the outer rotation. He did a few circuits and then
managed to grab hold of and hang onto the side of the ceramic edge of the mug.
He clung on for dear life, his
face and arms were stained from the tea, his hair was flat to his head, he
looked like a little drowned rat. He panted and rested, exhausted from the
trauma.
"That is the saying, as they
say in Britain That… is just storm in a teacup," Grace said
triumphantly.
Grace burst out laughing. Someone
in the distance said ‘shhh’ trying to hush her laughing.
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Chapter 9 - Part 4 - Exhausted in a teacup by Richard C H Davies
Grace picked up the teacup and
tilted it towards her giant mouth.
David screamed out as her mouth
opened slightly, her lips closed around the side of the cup and there was a
loud gulping noise as she drank from the cup. The dark liquid pooled
towards her mouth, the tide seethed and splashed against her upper lip.
The tea poured out and into her
mouth.
David gripped onto the side of
the cup to prevent himself being dragged into the giant mouth. His legs
and lower torso were being pulled towards her drinking mouth. This was it, this
was how he was going to die. She was going to drink him up and swallow him with
her tea… in a public place… in a library of all places… how insulting… nobody
would be the wiser!
He screamed in fear of being
sucked inside. He could feel his grip weakening and he finally couldn’t hold on
any longer.
The strength of the current
whisked him away and he slammed against her upper lip.
Luckily, he was pressed against the
top of her mouth vertically and his body was just a bit larger than the gap that
she had deliberately left in between her drinking lips.
The warm tea rushed around his
body, until he started to feel cooler air. It soon turned into a trickle.
The cup was tipped further, her
head leaned back.
David pressed against her upper
lip, and tried to grip on, desperately hoping she wouldn’t just open her mouth
and swallow him whole.
Grace downed most of the contents
of the cup with a final gulp and slurp.
Her tongue suddenly lunged out of
her mouth and knocked him back into the cup with a painful clonk.
David was stunned, lying at the
bottom of the cup.
It wasn’t over, his stomach
suddenly churned as she rapidly lowered the cup and then slammed it down onto
the table.
David collapsed to the bottom of
the cup, landing in a tepid pool of tea that remained.
He looked up and saw Grace
peering down at him.
"I think you need to be put
to work," she commented. “I think that’s what the problem is… men
need to be kept busy. But perhaps I’ll leave you like this for a while, let you
stew on your new position in life.”
Grace nodded in agreement with
her own idea.
Grace gave him one last glance
and then turned to start working on her laptop.
David slumped back into the
teacup, exhausted and panting. He heard her fingertips and fingernails
tapping on the keyboard. The ordeal was over again… for now…
He stared up at the ornate
ceiling of the library, beautiful timber beams and lighting which spanned
across the double height space. It seemed miles away to him.
How could he be somewhere so
public and yet… completely still at her own mercy and nobody aware of his
predicament.
Were other people out there
suffering the same as him with other people? He wondered about that and if he
would ever be able to be his normal size again.
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Chapter 10 - Part 1 - Taped and ready for torture by Richard C H Davies
3 months ago – 3 weeks after Grace finding shrunken David
David was huddled in the
container that Grace kept him in when she was busy doing something. It kept him
secure and he wasn’t able to escape. He had tried… many, many times.
Grace returned from the other
side of her room, she was carrying something.
"Here we go," Grace declared.
There was the noise of something
being placed on her bedroom desk and a bit of scuffling around.
"I shrank down a desk and a
computer for you," she said to him as if he were supposed to be grateful
for the gift.
"Oh… what I’ve always
wanted… thanks…” he looked up at her in confusion.
"Well,” she shrugged. “I
thought, seeing as you’re this size I might as well put you to work and doing
something useful. You can help me with my college studies,” she replied.
He was waiting for the trick or
the trap, but there wasn’t one. It was a genuine request for assistance… work…
something meaningful at least. Something to break up the tedium of waiting
between her using him as her personal sex toy and between meal times. The times
where she carried him about in public or around her sister and her mother
without him able to call for help and try to escape. It was soul destroying.
“So, it’s slave labour then, is
it?” He asked up at her. Her expression recoiled slightly.
“Not at all, its optional of
course. I just thought that you would want to do something with your time
rather than sulking.”
“I had a career before you shrank
me down and kidnapped me!”
Grace let him vent, this was his
typical repertoire.
“I’ve told you many times before,
it wasn’t personal,” Grace started.
“It fucking feels personal!” he
retorted, as per usual.
“If you weren’t my sister’s
boyfriend it wouldn’t have happened, it’s just fate, that’s all,” she replied
calmly. He slumped and sat on his behind, thinking.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to go
back to his old life, it was an impossibility that had dawned on him recently.
Grace’s head turned and she
looked at her own large computer screen and started to tap away working on her
latest report that she needed to submit.
That gave him an idea, seeing her
keyboard. Perhaps he could gain her trust and then somehow send out an email to
call for help. That was a great idea!
He shuffled over to his new desk
and computer and sat down to look at it. It was connected to a local network
she had set up for him and he was given access to her college files. He was
linked directly to Grace only, so it meant that anything he submitted went via her
for comment and approval.
So, he was being treated like a
hamster sized graduate.
He wanted to make a mockery of
the whole thing, to find a way to disrupt the work, but that would go against
his brand new plan of escape.
So, he decided to get to work
instead... for now.
*
David stared at the desk in front of him, his arms were
crossed in front of his chest. The desk had been appropriately downsized to his
own size ratio.
"If you're not going to make yourself useful, I might
have to rethink what to do with you," Grace frowned at David.
"I’ve changed my mind, I'm not working for you, you
crazy woman. If anything, you should be working for me," David protested
grumpily. “I’m slightly older than you. I’m your elder!”
Clearly, he wouldn't let that go, Grace mused.
She would have to force his thinking into a new direction.
"I'm not going to be your work slave, or your study
slave," he grumbled further. "Or your sex slave…"
"You don't really have a choice about any of those
options, you’re what I want you to be," Grace remarked. "But if you
complied with me, then life would be much easier for you."
"No, sod off!" David responded, huffing his
shoulders.
Grace frowned, and then turned to her handbag and pulled
out her purse.
She withdrew a credit card from her purse card holder and
held it above him, waggling it in front of his face.
David just watched the card floating above his head. He
hadn't yet clocked what the implications were for him.
He was good looking but he wasn't the sharpest, Grace
concluded. His sister seemed to like that in her men.
Grace glanced at her stationary area and pulled out her
Sellotape.
She pulled off three lengths, and stuck them to the side of
her desk, and then lifted David up in the air.
He started to struggle and shout at her; he didn't like
where this could be going.
He hurled abuse at her.
David tried to press against the giantess thug’s fingers
that held him in the air. He had spotted what Grace was doing with the
Sellotape, that and the credit card together he didn't like the look of. He was
putting two and two together and concluding it wasn’t good for him.
She had a mean look on her face at that moment, which also
made him apprehensive.
She swung him over and placed him on the table; his front
facing down.
David tried with all of his strength to push away from the
desk but her giant fingers were too strong. He couldn't push at all. He was
roughly pressed flat against the desk.
Then he felt the tape being applied behind his knees,
taping both of his legs to the table.
She lifted her hand off his upper body, but before he could
push off, he felt a single fingertip pressing down between his shoulder blades.
He laid there breathing heavily, then he felt another piece
of tape being pressed down on his lower back.
The finger lifted away, his arms were pressed to his sides,
tucked under the tape.
Another piece of tape was pressed across his shoulder
blades.
He wailed in protest.
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Chapter 10 - Part 2 - Spank the naughty shrunken man! by Richard C H Davies
He wailed in protest.
He felt her pressing the tape firmly against his body all
over, then also sealing it against the surface of the desk. He didn’t like
where this was going at all. All he could do now was to move his head and
wiggle his feet.
He tried to shimmy sideways; but to no avail.
He looked to his side and could just about look up at her.
Her giant breasts were so big that they took up most of his
vision, but he could also see her neck and chin.
Then he caught sight of her hands lifting something up in
the air… it was the credit card.
What the fuck was she doing?
The credit card descended towards him.
He racked his brain as to what a credit card could be used
for. It had sharp hard edges, it was a robust bit of plastic. It could be used
to scrape things, or cut them… shit was she going to cut bits off him? Psycho
woman. She was out of control.
He started to panic and he screamed. He tried to wriggle
and shake from side to side, but he was just squirming helplessly in place.
Then he felt a sudden pain shoot up from his buttocks.
Oh my god, she’s sliced me in half!!! His brain thought.
Then he realised that it felt more like smarting pain, than
internal.
He looked over his shoulder.
She was holding the credit card with one hand, then with
the other hand two fingers were pulling the credit card back, bending it away
from him… Then she released.
Another sharp stab of pain shot through him from his
buttocks as the credit card snapped back straight and slapped him, hard.
He yelped.
“Ouch! You crazy bitch! Stop it!” he screamed out.
“You need…” she spanked him again with the credit card. “to
learn…” spanked again. “your place…” spanked again.
David screamed out each time.
Then she bent the card back really far and released.
“AHHHH!!!” David shouted out until his lungs burned, that
one was really painful. “Stop, stop… stop, please… What do you want from me?”
He pleaded out with urgency.
“I want your obedience,” Grace responded blankly. “I want
you to learn and accept your fate as my little man servant. You need to do my
bidding. I just want someone to obey me… because you should… I have earned this,
you’re mine… mine!”
David blinked as he absorbed what she was saying. He
swallowed hard. His backside was still smarting; he bet it was really bruised
now. He wanted to curl up in a tiny ball and make this all go away, but he
couldn’t he was spread out on the table, completely naked, exposed and
vulnerable to her.
She looked pretty angry; he decided that some kind of
concession would be a good idea here.
He breathed in deeply.
“Okay…” he muttered gently, as he exhaled.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you, you need to raise your
voice,” Grace replied.
“Okay, you win… I’ll do what you want me to.” He sighed,
defeated.
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Chapter 10 - Part 3 - Stuck down and trapped with sellotape by Richard C H Davies
“Great,” Grace seemed to perk up slightly. She started to
use her fingernails to pick the Sellotape off from the desk.
“This might hurt a little but I’m going to do it quickly to
cause less pain…” she warned.
He breathed in, then felt the Sellotape get pulled off the
desk, then a sudden.
“OOOUCH!” He yelped out, as the Sellotape burned across his
shoulders as it was ripped away from him. “AHHH!” He shouted out, looking over
his shoulder. It was bright red, but it felt like she had pulled his skin off;
even though she hadn’t.
“Fuck that hurt!” David shouted out.
“Next one,” Grace said, trying to restrain a smile.
“Ouch!” he screamed out, as he felt it burn across his
lower back, he felt pain up his whole spine. “Okay, that’s enough,” he pushed
himself up with his hands in a press- up position and turned around, he tried
to pull the last strip of Sellotape away from the back of his legs.
*
He pulled on the sellotape, but it didn’t seem to budge, he
growled in frustration.
“Okay, you do it,” he flopped back down on his front and
gritted his teeth, bracing for the pain.
There was a moment’s pause as Grace’s fingernails scratched
at the Sellotape on the desk, then…
“Owww!” he yelled as the last strip was pulled off.
David rolled over and curled into a ball. He stroked the
backs of his legs, rubbing the soreness. He winced as he rolled onto his sore
buttocks.
“Here,” Grace said, brandishing some cooling body lotion.
She gently rolled him onto his front and very gently, more gently than he
thought she was capable of, rubbed the lotion and caressed it into his back,
then over his buttocks and his legs. He felt her fingertips sliding over every
part of his body, smoothing the cream across his skin.
David shivered as the cool cream covered his body.
“See? I can be kind too you know… why don’t you just do
what you’re told?” She asked in frustration. “Okay little man, I’ve got you a
desk and a computer, it’s not connected to the internet, only my local network.
I will send you packages of work that I want you to proof, research or edit.”
David shrugged, remaining stark naked, and made his way
over to the small desk that was sitting near Grace’s own giant sized screen. He
sat down at the chair and started the computer up with a resigned sigh.
*
Several hours later and after being forced to go to the
toilet in a little bowl in front of Grace, in the most demeaning fashion
possible, Grace called a break.
She gave David a bit of chocolate to feast on, he gobbled
it up ferociously. Grace stood up.
“I’m going to the toilet, I won’t be long,” she pressed her
skirt down neatly and then exited her bedroom.
David sat there for a while. He looked around the bedroom.
Everything was huge and most things looked really far away.
The desk was too high up to descend from; there was no
escape from this desk. He had tried that too. Grace had made sure that it was
impossible to scale down from without a mortal injury.
The chair was too far to jump to, and then too high to get
to the ground without breaking something on his body.
As he scanned around his eyes fixed on Grace’s giant
keyboard, he looked up at her screen. Her account was still unlocked and the
piece of work that she had been working on was still on the screen. It was an
email. It gave him an idea.
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Chapter 10 - Part 4 - Thinking about escape by Richard C H Davies
David’s heart started pumping rapidly, adrenaline coursed
through his veins; he finally had an opportunity to escape. He had to take this
chance; she might never allow a lapse in her judgement like this again.
He dashed over to the mouse, it was very big but it was
light and therefore he was able to control it, he leant down on the top of the
mouse and looked up at the screen; as he started to push the mouse. He guided
the cursor down to the Outlook icon.
It took a bit of time to get the hang of the sensitivity of
the mouse and his movements in relation to it. He finally managed to get the
cursor arrow to hover over the Outlook icon.
He moved round to the front of the mouse and clicked down
on the left button.
The huge screen image suddenly changed, it displayed her
Outlook program, displaying about a hundred or so unread emails and listing out
the latest emails received. He was looking through a window into the real
world. The real world he had been sheltered from for what felt like months, but
he wasn’t sure how long it had been.
His heart was pounding, he tried to keep calm and
collected, he steered the mouse cursor again, directing it towards the top left
of the giant screen, craning his neck as he guided the cursor to watch its
journey. It was painstaking; he didn’t want to go too fast otherwise the cursor
would disappear from the screen.
His head snapped at the bedroom door, an instinct had
kicked in; he froze to the spot, listening with his mouth open waiting. His
whole body was poised ready to dart back to his own little desk.
He kept listening, but there was no sound or sign that
someone was near or approaching the door.
He continued with the mouse and rushed round and clicked on
‘new message’. A template email popped up on the screen, he looked at the
keyboard, this was going to be hard.
He kept looking over the vista of the keyboard and thought
about what he was going to do. He needed to plan this out and he was under
pressure. He didn’t have long, if any time at all. He was just about to move
when he heard talking outside of the bedroom.
He panicked and looked back at the mouse. He quickly guided
it to the email that Grace had been in the middle of drafting and then he
dashed over to his desk as quickly as he could. He managed to sit down just in
time as the handle of the bedroom door moved and the door started to open.
His heart was thudding in his chest, he stared at his own
screen; he was hunched over, focused on trying to calm his breathing and
preventing himself from looking flushed. He could feel sweat building up along
his spine and shoulders. He didn’t want to give anything away.
He had been so close to finding a way out of this
nightmare.
He felt hope though, he could make a plan to get help, he
decided it would be better not to rush it too much, he had one shot at this, he
didn’t want to mess it up by rushing into emailing the wrong person or sending
an unclear message. The message had to be right and it had to go to…
His brother! Yes, he could email his brother, that would
work, his brother would storm in here and rescue him…
He felt Grace’s vibrations as she walked towards her desk,
he glanced out the corner of his eye, she was watching him very intently as she
approached the desk.
“Hard at work I see David, good boy,” she murmured as she
approached her chair and sat down heavily.
David nodded and then turned his head slightly to get as
clear a view as possible; he watched her movements on the keyboard. He made a
mental note, he needed to make sure he watched when she next typed her username
and password into her computer, just in case she decided to lock her account
next time she left him alone.
Grace sat back against her chair, she looked at her screen
for a moment, and then typed out a bit more of the email she had been drafting,
re-read it through and then pressed send.
The window closed and it revealed a blank email template.
The one he had opened.
She paused for a moment, David’s heart was thumping in his
head, she knew.
She could tell he had used her mouse!
Shit, shit, shit!
Shit!
He was starting to flap inside his head, he dared not move
a muscle.
He didn’t want to give her any justification or
provocation.
He had to look cool, calm and collected.
Breathe… breathe…
Grace casually closed the blank message and returned to her
inbox. She read through a few more emails and then sat back against the back
rest of her chair, thinking.
“David,” she spoke calmly and evenly.
“Y…yes?” David’s head snapped round and looked up at her.
He scolded himself for reacting like a guilty person would.
She looked at him… hungrily… he knew this look. He was in
the shit now…
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Chapter 10 - Part 5 - Her office sex toy by Richard C H Davies
“As much as I like us working together quietly, I’m a bit
horny and I would like for you to do something about that. Be a good pet and
sort that out… will you?” She spoke down to him, as her giant hand approached
him. He tried not to wince or react.
He allowed her giant fingers to curl around his body and he
was picked up.
He was carried through the air towards her. He was unsure
where she was going to put him, until he descended downwards, past her giant
cleavage, down towards the base of her skirt.
Oh… one of her favourite places for him, clearly. He
concluded grimly.
Her giant fingers were wrapped around his torso; they
lowered him down to her chair, where her skirt opened.
He peered into the dark cave of fabric and flesh.
He could smell her womanhood from here. He coughed.
He knew he didn’t have an option about this, so he had to
just bear it and do it.
Grace let go of him, he dropped down to all fours and
started to crawl between her legs, it was dark inside the canopy of the skirt;
and he was waiting for his eyes to adjust.
Grace helped him, by rolling her skirt back, right up to
her waist. Clearly, she wanted to watch him at work. Sick bitch! He concluded
as he continued to crawl forwards on all fours.
He glanced up, she had a satisfied smile on her dark face,
she liked having this ultimate domination over him
Was this his penance for being her sister’s boyfriend? What
a petty woman she was if that was the case. Why was he still paying the price?
He approached her hairy pussy, walls of flesh of her thighs
towered up either side of him, the corridor of flesh narrowed and ended at her
hairy cliff between her legs.
David looked upwards, Grace was still looking down at him
with her annoying look of satisfaction, victory and dominance.
He wished he could wipe that look from her face, but he
couldn’t, she was in charge… for now… until he could get help from his brother.
Then he could be returned to his original size and sue this bitch, destroy her
life, get her arrested and all of her assets seized. Ruin her life like she had
ruined his…
Or maybe he wouldn’t do any of that, maybe he would just break
in, get back his own shrinking device, and shrink her down and then make her
his own little sex doll, return the favour. He could make her ride his cock
every night and watch her busty breasts bounce up and down. His cock would make
a great saddle for her shapely hips and butt.
Or maybe he could shrink her down, have his fun with her,
and then sell her to some horny woman who would use her as her own dildo; just
like she had used him.
He wanted to laugh out loud as he thought of that, but he
knew that it would frustrate Grace. She wanted concession out of him; she
wanted obedience, and undying loyalty; not resistance. He had to try and
convince her that she had won. Then he could put his own plan into action.
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Chapter 10 - Part 6 - Service my pussy! by Richard C H Davies
He reached the hairy pussy in front of him; the smell of
her womanhood was very strong now.
He knelt in front of her pussy and straightened his back;
he looked upwards, surveying his task.
Then he stood up and took a few final steps. He allowed his
body to be encapsulated by her wiry hair. He winced as he passed through the
thick hair of her pussy.
He felt a wall of heat hit him; it was being emitted from
her giant pussy. The lips of Grace’s labia were splaying outwards slightly,
inviting him towards them.
David gingerly continued, until his body was pressing
against her vagina, he reached upwards with his hands and cupped them gently
around her clitoris, and then he started to caress her fleshy mound.
Grace’s eyelids fluttered and then shut, she moaned with
pleasure. Her hands reached down past her thighs on either side; presumably she
was gripping the sides of her chair.
He felt her pussy pressing against him; her giant hips were
thrusting towards him, goading him on. His penis was brushing against her open
vagina. If the balance of power had been a bit fairer, he would have wanted to
have a go at fucking this enormous woman even in this diminutive form. But that
was one of the last things he wanted to do right now, he just wanted this to be
over. So, he had to be on top form and please her as best he knew.
He swallowed his pride and leaned forwards and started to
kiss and lick her clitoris.
She moaned loudly, and her hips continued to press against
him.
The mouth of the giant pussy was oozing fluid, he could
feel it as his hips and crotch were pressing against her pussy, her fluids were
starting to trickle down his legs and then they were dripping on the fabric of
her skirt.
The giant hips bucked slightly, lifting him up a bit and
then slammed down against the chair again.
Then they bucked up again much more fiercely. It caused him
to stumble backwards and lose his footing.
He felt himself fall in her wet patch of slime on the
fabric of her skirt. The last expression he saw on Grace’s face was her
piercing stare down at him, locked onto him, a very hungry and determined
expression on her face.
Her whole body lifted up above him, a dark shadow was cast
on him, he found himself looking up at her pussy and her buttocks, and then
without any warning, the giant mass above him rapidly descended back down on
top of him. He coughed and gasped as the wind was knocked out of his lungs, he
felt her massive weight on top of him. The dark lips of her pussy smothered his
chest and hips entirely. Her buttocks were pressing down on his legs.
The fleshy lips of the giant pussy surrounded him. He felt
her wet sticky fluid ooze around his body, his face was also completely coated
in it. It had a salty bitter taste to it, it was thick and viscous, and the
smell was overwhelming.
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