The harsh ringing of cutlery against porcelain bowls echoed through the kitchen as Mark sat perched upon the table. In front of him was a tea set fit for a barbie doll, a little small for his current size but still workable. Barb and Emily really had thought of everything. As he finished eating his dinner, leaving a small amount of soup in the bowl, Mark couldn’t help but ponder how long Emily and Barbara had planned to take him. He wondered if they’d considered another shrunken man, or if they’d always had him in mind.

He watched the two enormous women as they ate, both staggeringly different in appearance but similarly massive from his perspective. Barb certainly was the much bigger of the pair, and a fair bit older. Largely based upon how she handled the situation in the processing centre, Mark had gotten the impression that she wore the pants, that she would do anything for Emily, her younger bombshell.

Barb lifted her spoon to her mouth, supping the soup off of it before groaning in contentment. “Babe, this is delicious,” she praised Emily, “How did I get so lucky?”

Emily smiled, her cheeks reddening at the compliment. She brushed some stray hairs behind her ear before sheepishly replying, “Oh Barb stop! You know I’m a feeder. You do so much for us so you deserve a good meal!”

Placing her spoon in the now empty bowl, Barb leaned back into her chair and rubbed her stomach, feeling satisfied. “Mmmm,” she moaned, suddenly remembering Mark sat upon the table. Having been watching the exchange between the two women, Mark caught Barb’s abrupt stare as she sat upright.

“How did you get on, Mark?” she asked as she leaned over to peer into his bowl, “Did you enjoy my fiancée’s soup?” Spotting an unemptied bowl, Barb scowled at the shrunken man.

Mark felt his heart pounding in his chest as Barb’s expression changed. “I… I… I…” he stuttered, feeling the pressure build on him to explain himself. Finally finding his words, he blurted out, “I’m sorry, I was just full. It’s a lot of soup!” He held a single hand over his stomach as if he were bloated, hoping it was enough to satiate the controlling giantess.

“A lot of soup…” she muttered back, seemingly unsatisfied with his response. Barb looked over to Emily, “Our little guy, not eating all his soup - the soup you made him!”

Emily smiled at how defensive Barb had become over something as small as her soup. It was cute, but she figured it was still a little unnecessary. Coming to Mark’s aid, Emily suggested, “Well maybe he’s full, he is only small.” She looked over to Mark, timidly sitting on the table with a panicked look painted plainly across his face, “Did you eat much before you went to the processing centre?

Mark opened his mouth to respond before instantly being silenced as Barb passionately cut in, “Babe, it’s not just about if he’s hungry or not. He needs the energy!” She lowered her voice, wagging her eyebrows at the young, slender woman, “You know what he’s for. Do you really want him to burn out so easily?”

“Ohhh! I never even thought of it like that!” Emily replied, nodding and smiling at Barb before turning her gaze back to Mark. She corrected herself, aligning her opinion with that of Barb’s, “Yeah Mark, you really should eat up. You’ll thank yourself later!” She bit her lip as she matched Barb’s lustful gaze piercing into her, now ignoring Mark, “Hell, we’ll thank him later!”

Barb and Emily laughed as they leaned across the table, meeting in the middle and kissing each other. Mark wasn’t sure how to react. He wasn’t such a big fan of hearing them talk about him as if he weren’t there, discussing what he was for and the energy he’d need. He wasn’t a workhorse, he was a person. 

Nonetheless, he looked into his bowl and begrudgingly continued to eat. He didn’t feel so hungry, but he knew better than to displease Barb. She had given him his warning, and he didn’t want to find out what would happen if he refused her. It was better than watching the large woman passionately making out with his ex-wife, who he had once loved. He sighed, knowing it was something he’d have to get used to.

Mark knew he’d be involved in their lovemaking at some point, but he wished it wasn’t as an object for them to use. That was all he was to them, some sort of flashy sex toy, another dildo for two lesbians to bond over.

Tearing herself away from her kiss with Emily, Barb peered over to Mark, causing him to shovel the soup into his mouth faster than before. She chuckled at the sight, knowing the effect she had on the tiny guy, “Hey, don’t take too long finishing that up. We have plans.”

Pulling Barb’s face back in line with hers, Emily asked, “Plans?”

Barb smiled, planting a soft kiss upon Emily’s lips before answering, “Yeah, I wanna have you for dessert!”

Emily giggled, the sound muffled as Barb’s lips closed in on hers. “Oh baby! You’re so naughty!” Emily said between affectionate kisses, allowing herself to go silent as she was engulfed in the horny woman’s passion. Mark snarled, not so appreciative of being forced to eat, nor being objectified.

As he finished his soup, he gently placed the spoon in the bowl before standing up to stretch his legs. Sitting cross-legged on top of a table wasn’t his preferred way of eating, he wondered if Barb would buy him a table and chair to use.

Finally finishing their impromptu makeout session, Barb climbed to her feet and made her way around the table to Emily. The pair of them were flustered and clearly horny, Mark could see Emily’s nipples threatening to cut through her top. As Barb wrapped her arms around Emily’s torso, she kissed the girl’s neck lovingly, “Well? Shall we head upstairs?”

Emily grinned eagerly, climbing to her feet but unable to escape from Barb’s embrace. “Yes, I think so!” she answered, “But you gotta let go! Save it for the bedroom, babe!” She peeled Barb’s arms off of her before heading towards the door.

Mark watched as Emily boomed past him, seeming to pay him no mind. He furrowed his brow in confusion, were they not involving him? As he turned to watch Barb pass by also, he jumped in fright as his vision was filled by her massive, fleshy palm. Before he could react, the huge, older woman had him tightly in her grasp and was carrying him by her side. Mark was overcome by a severe sense of vertigo, unable to see anything but still able to feel the intense force of swaying back and forth as Barb headed upstairs with him in hand. 

With Emily giddily running ahead, Barb smirked at the girl’s excitement. She clutched her hand a little tighter around Mark as she climbed the stairs, eager to finally see what he could do. Upon reaching the open bedroom door, she spied her beautiful partner already sprawled out across the bed and undressing.

“Someone’s eager?” Barb remarked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her.

Emily laughed, “Well aren’t you?” She peeled her socks from her feet and tossed them aside before shimmying her dress up her torso. As Barb caught sight of Emily so scantily clad, she couldn’t help but bite her lip as she closed the gap between them.

“Ugh, you look so fucking hot!” Barb moaned, placing Mark down on the bedside table before climbing on top of Emily. Emily squealed as the titanic woman surrounded her, pinning her to the bed and smothering her with countless kisses.

“Oh babe!” Emily cooed back, pulling Barb’s head into her chest and groaning as her lips met the soft, sensitive skin. The lustful pair continued their almost involuntary acts of passion, not even acknowledging Mark’s presence upon the bedside table barely a metre away from them.

And Mark couldn’t help but feel less than enthusiastic. Coming with Emily was meant to have been his chance to keep some of his humanity, yet he couldn’t have felt less human. He looked around at the bedside table before approaching the edge, at ten inches in height it wouldn’t be a fatal drop for him, but it wasn’t a small one either.

Turning his attention to the two women, the sound of wet kisses and moans filled Mark’s ears as their hands sprawled across each other’s bodies. He sighed. Was it even worth being here? Maybe he could come around to this sort of thing in time, but right now he really wasn’t in the mood. His relationship with Emily and Barbara needed work, they needed to really sit down and talk about what he wanted. Emily wasn’t so unreasonable, was she? She’d listen, he thought.

But both the women were overcome with desire for each other, burning with lust. And it was only going to escalate. Mark knew they’d come for him eventually, so he glumly walked to the edge between the table and the bed. He looked down, it was only a small gap to jump. Taking the leap, he had no trouble making it across as he landed on the bed. He gripped the sheets tightly in his hands before lowering himself down the sheet. Barb and Emily were none the wiser as he slithered off the bed before dropping to the floor with a soft and near inaudible thud.

Mark looked around the room for a hiding place, knowing for a fact he’d not be able to get out of the room. Under the bed? Behind the table? In the bathroom? All of them seemed better than his current position, he was a sitting duck upon the soft carpet. The first place they’d look would be the floor, but where would the last place be?

As Mark pondered the best place to go, the moaning stopped. His body tensed suddenly as a wave of panic rippled through his body. He ran beneath the bed, clambering over the side of an unused suitcase before collapsing into it. Engulfed in almost complete darkness, he could hear the powerful thumping of his accelerating heartbeat. The bed creaked above him as the two women shifted, followed by the slightly muffled sounds of their conversation.

“Where did you put Mark?” Emily asked, scanning the room, having expected Barb to have brought him up with her.

Barb furrowed her brow in confusion as she pointed to the bedside table, “I left him right there… He’s not hiding, is he?”

Emily’s lips curled into a playful smile, “Oh, playing hard to get!”

Mark took a deep breath in, trying to maintain as still and as quiet as he could. At his size any movement was so slight that they’d never hear it, yet he dared not to take any risks. 

“Oh, that reminds me! I’ve so wanted to test this and it’s the perfect opportunity!” Barb quickly said as she leaned across the bed and grasped at her phone. Emily watched, unsure of what Barb was doing as the woman navigated the apps in her phone, eventually finding the one she wanted.

As Mark lay there, unmoving and unsure of what was going on. There was a sudden red flash within the suitcase, it flooded his dilated pupils and left him stunned. A loud ringing soon followed, causing him to wail in fright at how close it was to him. The ear-shattering noise painfully blared into his ears with no end in sight.

Suddenly, the suitcase was dragged out from beneath the bed and the unzipped flap was lifted away from him. He winced, flickering his eyes open as they adjusted to the light. Stood over him were Barbara and Emily both grinning with delight. Barb was still mostly clothed, whereas Emily wore nothing but her bra and panties. The loud ringing and flashing continued until Barb lifted her phone once more and clicked a button on the screen. It stopped.

Emily looked at Barb, amazed, “Wow! I didn’t know the collar did that!”

“Oh yeah, it has tons of features,” Barb explained, “Finding him on a map is one thing, but the locator was really built for this sorta thing!” She reached down into the suitcase and coiled her fingers around Mark before lifting him up out of it.

With Mark in hand, Barb climbed back onto the bed with Emily promptly following. “Why did you hide, Mark? Don’t you want to play?” Emily asked as she lay down beside them.

“I just… I just…” Mark stuttered, “I don’t feel like I’m included. You guys talk like I’m some toy to just use.” He frowned, all the more saddened as he verbalised his feelings to the two women.

“Well you kinda are…” Barb insensitively replied, receiving a light slap on the arm from Emily.

“No, Mark, you’re not a toy,” Emily clarified, “You’re a person. But the world is different now. You’re our person. We do have ways that we want to use you, but we’ll always treat you respectfully.”

“Yes, very respectfully!” Barb added with a wry smirk.

“Shh! You’re not helping!” Emily said with a half-serious snarl, “Look, you and I go back a long way. I care about you, I think that is more than clear. Sure, we all want to have some good sex, but that’s only a small part of your life. We’ll all cuddle after, hang out, and eat together. Life is more than just sex.”

“Cuddle after? Bullshit!” Barb laughed, “You always fall asleep after sex, I’m the cuddler!” 

“Oh stop it, you!” Emily playfully pushed Barb’s shoulder before reaching to retrieve Mark from her grasp. “Are you okay to continue?” Emily asked softly, holding Mark in front of her face.

Mark felt his love for Emily wash over him as she spoke. Barbara... She needed to grow on him a little more. But he knew, in that moment, that Emily really did care about him. He smiled up at her, psyching himself up to commit to the sex, “Yes, let’s do this.”

Emily grinned ear to ear, looking at Barb with ever-growing excitement. “Well, you heard the man!” She said as Barb opened the bedside table and withdrew the black panel laden with straps from earlier, as well as the thin rod. She passed the items over to Emily, who gently laid the panel down beside her and took the rod in her spare hand. As Emily prepared Mark, Barbara began to strip off her clothes in the background.

Holding Mark against the rod, Emily carefully fed his arms and legs into the loops. “There, that should keep you nice and secure!” she remarked, “Why don’t you try and move a bit for me? Double check you’re all snug.” Mark struggled to move from his position tied to the stiff, black rod. The bindings on his hands and feet kept him tightly secured against it, affording him very little freedom.

“Great! That seems secure…” Emily stated. She grasped the panel from beside her and fed the bottom of the rod into the front of it. As Emily screwed the rod into place, she chuckled, watching Mark spin around and around. “Hah, maybe we should’ve screwed it on first!” she remarked.

Dazed, Mark couldn’t help but feel a little nervous over what was about to happen. He didn’t want Barb shoving him inside of Emily like some sort of strap-on, definitely not on the first day. “Emily, I’m not sure I can go through with this!” he shouted up to her, panicking, “Please untie me!”

“Shhh, shhh,” Emily cooed, gently rubbing the back of her finger against Mark’s head, “You’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna take it nice and easy.” Barb smirked in the background, feeling all the more horny watching Emily gyrate her body to those last three words. 

Emily chuckled lightheartedly at Mark’s reaction, “You just need to trust me, little guy.” She admitted, “I love you, Mark, more than you’ll ever know. Barb will come to love you too, and you will love us both. This is just one of the ways that people show they love each other.”

Ready to move on, Emily spat into her hand and rubbed her soaked fingers across Mark’s body. Mark could do nothing but groan and sputter as the spit covered him, filling his mouth and nose, as Emily lubed him up. Even with her soothing words, he was terrified for what was about to come. Mark prayed that Barb went easy. He wanted a slow start, with plenty of breathing breaks.

“You ready?” Emily asked Barb. Without waiting for a response, she stood up by the side of the bed and wrapped the panel, with Mark attached, around her crotch. She tightened the straps around her legs until the panel held snugly against her. 

Now attached to Emily’s crotch, Mark’s mouth fell agape as he peered across the bed and saw Barb’s body in its full naked glory. She was massive, with all her weight placed in her ass and chest. She bore only a somewhat pudgy stomach when compared to the rest of her monstrous assets. On all fours, the mature woman wiggled her enormous ass towards Emily and glanced at the strapped girl over her shoulder, “Oh, I’m ready!”

“Please! No, no, no!” Mark begged, on the verge of tears as Emily climbed back onto the bed.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Emily dismissively replied, crawling closer to her lover until she was within reach. She gripped Barbara's huge ass with her long nailed fingers, giving it a playful squeeze. Barbara groaned sensually, humping the air in anticipation.

Mark was at ground zero for the fuck fest that was about to come. He was mortified to realise that the pussy he was about to be shoved into wasn’t that of his young, beautiful wife, but rather her much older overweight fianceé. As if to make the sight before him worse, Emily spread Barb’s cheeks apart, “Mark, just relax. Enjoy yourself.”

Simply screaming in response, Mark writhed desperately as Barb’s cheeks parted in front of him. He watched the cum cling to her spreading lips, dripping down her dark, sprawling pubic hairs. Emily shuffled closer to Barb, allowing Mark and the rod to slide between the crack of her ass. He was engulfed in darkness with Barb’s thick cheeks on either side of him, her pungent, feminine scent filling his nostrils. Emily sensually rubbed him up and down the soft, sensitive skin, letting his face graze against Barb’s increasingly moist labia.

Mark coughed and choked from the intoxicating scent as his face was forced into Barb’s wet, hairy flesh. The muffled sounds of her horny moans grew stronger as Emily pressed him harder into the outer edges of her pussy. “I know she’s got a stronger scent than most,” Emily teased, “But you’ll get used to it!”

“Hey!” Barb playfully snapped over her shoulder, immediately losing focus as Emily pushed Mark’s head further between her engorged lips. Barb jumped back, not expecting such a vigorous push, her moist folds suddenly engulfing Mark’s entire head.

Giggling, Emily withdrew Mark from the gooey, flexing vice. “Oops!” she chirped, returning to her previous light teasing of Barb’s outer edges.

Mark spat the viscous fluids from his mouth, unable to clear them from his eyes. Gagging at the vile taste, he fought to get the sticky cum off of his tongue but failed miserably. As he managed to just barely clear his mouth enough to speak, he called out, “Please, no more!” Retching suddenly, he hacked up a glob of Barb’s cum before spitting it out and letting it fall to the bed below.

Seeing Mark struggling, Emily pouted empathetically. With her spare hand, she reached down and traced her fingers along Barb’s labia, scooping up some of the cum. “Here,” she said to him, as she rubbed the lubricating juices across his crotch, working his cock to full extension. “Now, try to enjoy yourself too!” she commanded, not waiting for a response before slowly pushing Mark back in.

Mark screamed out, terrified yet aroused by the thick goo enveloping his hard cock. Barb’s hairy pussy suckled hungrily at his head as Emily pushed him deeper, the pudgy flesh devouring him more and more. As Emily allowed Barb’s sopping pussy to surround his shoulders, his screaming became futile. Any attempt to open his mouth was met with Barb’s juices flooding into it, and he struggled not to accidentally choke it down. He could feel his stomach bloating, forcing him to keep his mouth clenched shut or else risk swallowing more.

Writhing against the rod, Mark was totally unable to escape as he descended into Barb’s vagina at an excruciatingly slow pace. The soft, wet flesh surrounded him, pulsating lustfully as Barb’s heart rate increased. She clenched her kegel muscles around the tiny man, ripples of pleasure coursing through her body with each renewed bout of his squirming.

Emily continued pushing until finally her hips slapped against Barb’s fat ass. She gave one last, firm push, slamming the ten inch man into Barb’s cervix and spurring a booming, guttural moan from the woman. “You ready?” Emily asked, eager to pound her impassioned partner.

“Ughh… Y-yes,” Barb struggled to respond, already stimulated beyond belief. She couldn’t even begin to fathom just how much the tiny man affected her. The power she felt over him, the way he squirmed inside of her, it was all too much to consider with how horny she felt. Her eyes had glossed over with lustful desire, and her loins ached for Emily to really begin fucking her. “Please, fuck me!” she begged.

Emily chuckled at Barb’s desperation, “You don’t need to tell me twice!” She gyrated her hips, working Mark all around Barb’s insides, spurring a soft, purring moan from the huge woman. Mark was in hell, praying that Emily would give him a break soon as she forced his face into the sensitive inner flesh of Barb’s pussy. Out of nowhere, he felt himself being pulled out. Had his prayers been answered?

Emily brought her hips back, withdrawing her strapped on man from her partner's dripping pussy. She watched as more of Mark’s body, covered in cum, became visible between Barb’s sweaty cheeks. As his shoulders pushed against Barb’s labia, just about to slip out from her hole, Emily lunged her hips forward and rammed him back inside.

Mark screamed internally, feeling as if his head might explode as he was plunged back into the rank depths of Barb’s sweltering vagina. His head collided with the far wall of her insides, parting her tight pussy flesh as he passed through it. The vibrations of Barb’s pleasured, almost screaming, moans rippled through his bound body. It was sickening, to not just hear how much the mature fat lady enjoyed him, but to feel it also.

As quick as he had been plunged back inside, Emily withdrew him again. He knew what was happening, yet he clung to the hope that it was time for his break. Mark would have no such luck. Caught up in the moment, and eager to fuck Barb to a powerful climax, Emily plunged Mark into Barb again. She continued this, holding onto Barb’s hips for support as she rhythmically pumped Mark into Barb’s slick pussy. The wet, slapping sounds of Emily’s hips smacking against Barb’s ass echoed through the room, peppered with the passionate groans and moans from the two lovers.

The soft, pink flesh of Barb’s cunt rubbed against Mark’s cock. It was hard to deny the pleasure he could feel as his hard penis was constantly ground against her soft insides. Yet his lungs burned for air and his body throbbed with pain as he was slammed in and out, in and out. Mark was relentlessly pounded into Barb’s sopping cavern, surrounded by her tender flesh and at the mercy of them both. He could do nothing but pray for it to be over soon, feeling like nothing but the phallic extension of Emily’s love-making hips. 

A little tired, Emily plunged herself into Barb before holding her position. Flopping down tiredly onto Barb’s back, she affectionately cuddled the older woman from behind. Panting and burning with desire to continue, Barb asked, “You tired? Wanna swap?”

“No, no,” Emily quickly replied between her own tired breaths, “I just need a quick breather and then I’ll be back.” She slowly pulled her hips back, withdrawing Mark and the rod from inside Barb up to his shoulders, “We can just slow it down a bit.”

Realising Mark likely needed a breath, Emily decided to be kind to the little guy. It was his first time after all. She pulled her hips back just a little more, watching as Mark’s face finally slipped out from between Barb’s wet lips.

Mark felt the overbearing pressure of Barb’s vaginal walls lessen around him as he slid out of her. He coughed violently in an attempt to clear his lungs of the vile goo, spitting as much of it away from his mouth as he could. Keeping his eyes closed, he gasped inwards, supping in the much needed but stale and ass tainted air. With Barb’s cum still covering him, he couldn’t even open his eyes to look around.

Emily smiled, just calmly watching Mark recover from his first real taste of their new sex life. She was feeling tired too, but increasingly eager to continue as more time passed. Barb wiggled her ass, causing Mark to slap against the darkened flesh between her cheeks. “What’s the hold up back there?” she asked, almost growling in sexual frustration as she pushed back a little, and felt Mark’s head press up against her asshole.

Mark screamed out in horror, instantly assaulted by the heat and odour of a place nobody should ever be this close to. It wasn’t unclean, more sweaty and like any asshole would smell. Emily chuckled as she noticed his reaction, “I was just giving Mark a quick breather.”

A groan rumbled through Barb’s stomach. She raised her eyebrows in surprise before laughing to herself at what it meant. It moved through her body until the pressure built up against her asshole, causing it to twitch as she held it in. Mark and Emily were unaware of what was about to come. “A breather?” she asked, grimacing from the very slight guilt she felt, “Well, sorry Mark!” 

Before Mark could process what was happening, Barb’s asshole burst open, blasting him with her hot, moist gas. His barely-filled lungs burned as they tried to take what oxygen they could from the toxic cloud filling the tight space between Barb’s cheeks. He prayed it would dissipate soon, yet the thick odour hung in the air around him, forcing him to breathe it in. He had no choice, this was his only air break after being deprived of it for so long.

“Oh, Barb!” Emily complained, waving a hand in front of her face and pinching her nose closed, “That’s disgusting! Poor Mark!” In spite of her empathy for the little guy, she made no attempt to move him from between Barb’s cheeks, instead grazing him against her asshole.

Barb cooed from the light, sensual contact. “I’m sorry, okay?” she replied, “I couldn’t hold it in.”

“Well this was meant to be his air break,” Emily pointed out, “Do you think we should stop for a little longer? Let him really recover?”

Still on all fours and eager to get back into things, Barb shrugged her shoulders, “Nah, there’s still air back there. He’s had a good three or four minutes of clean air anyway, he’ll be fine!”

Sighing with only a slight reluctance, Emily agreed, “Okay, if you say so.”

Hearing this, Mark screamed out for help, “No! Please!” He gasped inwards, choking on the vile air around him just as Emily lined him back up with Barb’s hungry, dripping pussy. She pushed his head past Barb’s thick, wiry pubic hairs, parting her wet folds. His screams lessened as he was sent inside, easily sliding into the well-lubricated hole. He was quickly silenced.

Barb moaned, feeling Mark fill her insides once more. Her body was tight and her loins were burning, she could tell her climax wasn’t far. She pushed back against Emily’s thrusting hips, sending Mark as far into her as he could go. “Fuck me hard, please!” Barb begged.

Gripping Barb’s pudgy hips for a better hold, Emily slowly worked herself into a good rhythm. She repeatedly pulled her hips back without letting Mark slip out, before sending him sliding back in until he crashed into Barb’s cervical wall, spurring a loud moan from the horny woman.

The moans became more frequent and louder, booming through Barb’s thick form and vibrating Mark’s whole body. He could tell she was getting close to her climax as the pressure around him increased, Barb’s vaginal walls pressing hungrily around him, gnawing at his tiny, bound body. Emily continued to fuck her partner, really forcing her shaft in with little regard for the tiny guy attached to it.

Between involuntary moans and heavy breaths, Barb called out, “Ah fuck! I’m gonna cum!” She matched Emily’s rhythm, pushing her ass back against Emily’s crotch. The two women moaned in unison, really giving it their all to bring Barb to climax.

As Barb’s orgasm approached, Mark could do nothing but ride the violent pounding out. His fleshy surroundings moved by at lightning speed, grinding against his body as he sloshed around in the floods of Barb’s cum. The wet sounds of him parting Barb’s insides filled his ears, accompanied by the loud, booming moans of the two women and the slaps of Emily’s thighs against Barb’s ass. He could barely think, in an oxygen-deprived daze, as he was violently pulled in and out. 

Barb clenched tightly around the strapped-on male and rod, screaming out in ecstasy as her orgasm finally rippled across her body. Recognising Barb’s climax, Emily slammed Mark into Barb’s sopping pussy and held him there, gyrating and thrusting with her hips to rub him against each edge of her inner walls.

Barb collapsed onto her front, sprawled out across the bed as waves of euphoria washed over her, her intense orgasm taking over. Having done most of the work, Emily was feeling extremely tired. She followed Barb down onto the bed, laying herself across Barb’s back with Mark still deep inside. Emily affectionately kissed Barb’s neck. “I love you,” she whispered.

Barb’s cum was thick and plentiful, generously filling her insides and pouring out past the rod. Yet Mark made no progress in escaping this hot, wet hell. He had expected Emily to pull him out almost immediately but she made no such attempt. He screamed without opening his mouth, a near silent shriek, not wanting to swallow any more cum than he already had. What was the hold up? Barb had definitely came, he had felt as if he would be crushed at any moment and then, with a loud scream and final compression, it all softened around him. Her heartbeat slowed, soothing him to some extent but the pain in his lungs and soreness across his body afforded him little pleasure. Even so, his cock had remained hard for the full duration of the sex. He even seemed to derive some pleasure from the constant rubbing, but nothing close to an orgasm.

Barb smiled, still blown away by her climax and trying to get her breath back. “Aw, I love you too!” she replied, twisting her torso to kiss Emily’s lips. She pulled her ass away from the shaft, indicating to Emily that she should pull out. Mark and the rod promptly slipped out from between her sensitive lips, spurring a soft coo from the woman. “I can’t believe how amazing that was!” she said, “Mark is really quite the lover! I can see why you wanted him with us so much!”

Mark finally felt the hot, wet flesh moving past him before he finally was dragged into the light. A wave of cum washed out along with him, splashing down onto the bed below as he hung once more between Barb’s wet cheeks. He frantically spat her cum away from his mouth before gasping inwards, coughing as specks of cum were dragged into his throat. His lungs burned for air, needing it much more after such an intense session.

Barb rolled beneath Emily until she lay on her back. Smirking, Emily teasingly traced the rod once more against Barb’s labia. Barb moaned, flinching away from how sensitive she was post-orgasm. “Oooh, careful! You’ll have me fucking before our little guy gets a good breather!” she laughed.

“You really got into it back there,” Emily mused.

“I know! I’m as surprised as you are,” Barb admitted, “For as long as I remember, I’ve always been into women. But ever since I saw Mark for the first time, all small and helpless, it felt like it woke something up in me.”

Emily gave her a knowing smile, “Go on.”

“It’s like, men are supposed to be all big and strong. But here’s this little guy who literally relies on us for everything. It’s almost like a kink I just found out about. And my GAWD, does he feel good in there. I don’t think I ever came so hard!

“Hear that, mark? You were so good you turned Barb bisexual” Emily laughed as she wiggled her hips, comically waving him back and forth.

“Nuahhhh,” Mark groaned. It’s all he could do in his current state. They nearly fucked the life out of him.

Turning her attention back to Barb, “You wanna go again?” Emily asked with a raised brow. She loved this newfound turn-on. It was a little early to tell, but Mark may in fact have been the very thing to take their sex life to the next level. 

“Mmmm…yes, I do. I need you, baby…I need both of you!” Barb moaned. She peered down between her legs, “How ya doing down there, lil’ fella? You did such a good job, especially for someone so small!”

With his breath finally back, Mark peered up at Barb’s face. She looked so happy with him, but he’d heard their conversation. He couldn’t go again, no matter how pleasing he was. He'd die. He was so worn out from their single session, that another bout was simply off the table. “Please, no more!” he begged, “I’m so sore and can barely breathe. I need to rest!”

Barb waved him away dismissively, “You’re overreacting, sweetie. Besides, the only way you’ll build up your stamina is with practice!” Affectionately pulling Emily back on top of her, Mark dangled over Barb’s stomach, still attached to the young woman by the crotch. The two lovers passionately kissed, paying no mind to the complaining, shrunken man. “Mmm, you ready?” Barb moaned, holding Emily’s face in her hands.

“Mhm. But the real question is, are you?” Emily asked, winking at the voracious woman. 

Reaching around Emily’s hips, Barb lined their crotches up and eagerly pulled the young woman in. “No more games, Em. Just fuck,” she said, feeling a slight resistance from Emily, who wasn’t quite ready yet.

“Ha! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this desperate for it,” Emily remarked, “But shouldn’t we give him a bit more time?”

Barb sighed. She knew Em was right, but she simply couldn’t wait any longer. Mark would have to man up. “He’s had plenty of time already.” She called down between her legs, “Go on and take a deep breath for me, little guy.”

Knowing how Mark would likely respond, and wanting to feign ignorance, Emily didn’t wait for a response. Shifting her hips slightly, she teasingly rubbed Mark’s head once more against Barb’s pussy, silencing his barely audible frustrations. Barb groaned with pleasure from the sensations, feeling extra receptive after that first orgasm.

Barb reached up to Emily and grabbed the younger woman by the hips, prematurely pulling Mark into her, up to his shoulders, as Emily’s hips came towards her. Emily’s jaw dropped in a flirtatious surprise, “Barb!”

Writhing beneath her, Barb vented her sexual frustrations, “Agh, come on, baby! I need him inside me now!” As if to emphasise her point, she pulled at Emily’s hips once more - forcing Mark in completely until their crotches slapped together. Barb gyrated her hips, juices squirting out of her as she felt Mark’s head peruse every inch of her insides. “Fuck me already!” Barb demanded, shutting her eyes and enjoying the feeling of Mark’s body filling her, impatiently waiting for Emily to begin.

Not needing to be told again, Emily chuckled to herself at Barb’s horny desperation. She pushed herself into Barb a little harder, sending Mark as deep as he’d possibly go. She withdrew her hips slightly, giving Barb a short pound as she leaned over the woman’s thick body, planting a soft kiss upon her lips. Barb reciprocated the kiss with a deeply impassioned, tongue-filled snog, pulling Emily’s feminine form on top of her.

Continuing to make out with her insatiable partner, Emily rampantly pounded her shaft in and out. Barb’s moans quickly turned to horny gasps, matching the frequency of the relentless pumping she had so desired. The pleasure was immense, something Barb had not felt for a long time. Mark was certainly not the biggest she’d had, nor was he the thickest, yet he felt the most filling. His subtle squirming, the idea that his entire world was her sex, his sole purpose to please her - it all electrified Barb in a way she hadn’t thought possible. Her eyes glazed over at the sensations rippling up her spine, coursing through her whole body in constant, repeating waves.

Mark’s brief recovery had done very little in preparing him for the full-body workout he was enduring. He barely had a chance to let his lungs expand to their original capacity before Barb made Emily continue. His cock remained hard throughout the ordeal, rubbing against the, admittedly, soft and wet walls of the giantess. Realising he had no choice but to endure this, and knowing it would be the first of many, he tried his best to focus on the pleasure he could feel. The slick flesh rubbing against his cock was nice, but the whole body onslaught he felt and the motion sickness of the constant pounding left him dazed and hurting. He questioned if he could even orgasm like this, with his body under such stress.

“Faster!” Barb shouted between heavy pants, doing her best to match Emily’s rhythm and pull the girl into her sopping cunt. Emily upped the tempo, using the last of her remaining energy to really drive Mark as hard into her as she could. She could feel the tiredness overtaking her, but she didn’t let up. Barb’s moans, her passion, her infectious sexual desire - it had Emily motivated beyond belief and exercising an endurance she’d previously not known she had.

A second powerful orgasm encroached on Barb’s whole body, making itself known by the tightness she felt in her muscles. Her pussy clamped down involuntarily around Mark’s bound form, making her impossibly tight and amplifying the sensations from Emily’s pounding. She screamed out, “Faster!”

Sweating and gasping for air, as her own body struggled to keep up, Emily upped her speed once more. Juices splashed out from Barb’s pussy, caught between the two women as it poured out. Almost totally spent, Emily feverishly rammed Mark into Barb’s sopping hole, finally spurring a second climax from the screaming woman.

Barb’s orgasm rattled through her, causing her muscles to contract as her entire body tingled with pleasure. With her pussy so tight, she could feel every minute, erratic movement Mark made inside of her. His squirming felt so overwhelmingly good, her eyes glazed over as several heavy pants left her lips.

Emily collapsed on top of Barb, yet again leaving Mark inside as she tried to regain some energy. She supped in air as best as she could, her lungs sore from having pushed herself to her absolute limit to get that second orgasm out of Barb. “How... was... that?” Emily asked, looking up at the totally relaxed woman. Aside from her glossed eyes and panting, she seemed almost in a state of unconsciousness.

Barb looked down at Emily laid across her stomach, covered in her cum, “That was amazing, baby! Is Mark still inside? Give the little guy a breather, he deserves it.”

Emily raised her eyebrows at Barb’s consideration before smiling, “Sure!” She pulled her hips back, allowing Mark and the rod to slip out from Barb’s battered cunt. Rolling over onto her back beside Barb, Emily simply lay there, totally devoid of energy. She peered down at Mark, slathered with Barb’s thick juices and weakly attempting to shake it away from his eyes and mouth. Chuckling, Emily reached down and rubbed the cum away with the pad of her thumb before flicking it down to the bed. “There,” she said, “Is that better?”

Mark gasped inwards, finally done and fully spent. He slumped against his binds, still tied up against the rod but unable to keep himself upright. His lungs throbbed from the pain of being compressed for so long as they desperately tried to expand, taking a little time to get back to their usual capacity. Mark’s entire body ached from the total onslaught he had just endured, he was wrinkled and reddened, sore and tired.

As Barb came around from her world-shaking orgasm, she looked over to Mark still suspended atop Emily’s crotch. Leaning over, she gave the tip of it a flick, watching as he bobbed back and forth. “So…” she began, moving her gaze over to the tired Emily, “Do you wanna go again?”

“Again?! Emily asked in shock, the word barely making it out before she was out of breath again, “I can’t… I’m done. Too tired.”

Barb pouted, “Aw, but I’m still super horny! You’ve both been such amazing lovers!” She leaned over to Emily and planted a kiss upon her lips. She shrugged, “Well, I guess maybe you can get some rest. Mark and I can finish up, can’t we, little guy?” 

Mark weakly lifted his head to look at Barb. In a panic, he stuttered, “No, no, please! I can’t go again! I’ll die. I’m so… so… tired.” He truly meant it as well. Everything in his body screamed no. If he wasn’t tied up, he’d collapse. Barb was quite clearly insatiable, and he was the unwilling object of her desire.

“Oh, don’t be silly!” Barb replied dismissively, “I’ll be putting in most of the work. This is you and me time now, and I’m taking the driver’s seat.” She leaned over towards Emily’s crotch and began to untie the loops around Mark’s arms and legs. She curled her fingers around him, catching his limp form as he finally fell away from the hard, black rod still attached to her partner.

Climbing back up the bed to get comfortable on her side, Barb stopped to kiss Emily once more, who was struggling to stay awake. As she planted her lips once more upon Emily’s, she whispered, “Sleep well, baby. We’ll finish up. But maybe take the panel off first.” Emily let out a quiet murmur before sleepily sitting up to unstrap herself.

Barb shuffled up against her pillows with Mark in hand. She held him up to address him, admiring his tiny, slick form for a moment. She licked her lips, “Hmm, I’ve never felt like this for a guy before. Are you ready to go again?”

Mark was ready to cry. He looked at Barb’s titanic form in front of him, her slightly wrinkled skin dripping in sweat. He sighed, at a loss, “Barb... “

Barb wagged her finger at Mark, knowing exactly what he was about to say, “Ah, ah, ah, nice try! You said you couldn’t go a second time, yet here we are. And despite your tantrums, I must say, you filled me up so nicely. It’s almost like you were built for it!” Meanwhile, Emily removed the panel from her crotch before tossing it down to the floor below. Paying no further mind to Barb and Mark, she climbed beneath the sheets on her side of the bed, more than ready for a good night's sleep.

Clutching at straws, Mark begged Barb as she shuffled into the soft pillows beneath her, “Please, Barb! Tomorrow! I can’t… go again tonight.” Sadness leaked from his tired pleading as she caressed her left breast with her spare hand, seemingly ignoring him as she shut her eyes and worked herself back into a state of heightened arousal. Soft moans escaped her lips, causing the shrunken man to shudder at what hell he was about to endure, for the third time in one session. Was this just his life now? Would her endurance always be this way?

Before Mark could even attempt to plead with the titanic woman further, she lowered him down past her stomach. The pudgy, wrinkled flesh zoomed by, replaced by her thighs on either side of him. He could tell she was a reasonable bit older than Emily, the cellulite and stretch marks told him stories decades old. Suddenly, he was shaken from his stare as Barb’s voice boomed down, “You ready, little guy?”

“No!” Mark screamed back, knowing it held no weight with the huge woman as she continued to lower him. The pungent scent of her fresh juices filled his nostrils. He began to retch, the smell an instant reminder of his bloated stomach and the tortures that would come alongside it once more.

Barely hearing his final plea, and knowing he needed to get used to this, Barb pressed Mark against her sopping cunt. She cooed sensually, feeling his immediate, frantic squirms against her sensitive folds. “Oh, yeah!” she moaned, “Keep that up!” She rubbed Mark’s body up and down, increasing the pressure to force him deeper into the thick fluids and fleshy labia.

Mark’s screams were nulled as he was pressed into Barb’s soaked pussy. No longer tied to the rod, his limbs were painfully dragged back and forth across the soft flesh. His squirming didn’t last long as he tucked his arms and legs in, hoping to avoid them breaking as Barb’s rubbing became increasingly vigorous.

Feeling her juices already beginning to pour out of her, Barb paused. Mark was allowed no time to breathe as she tightened her grip around him, straightening his body. She pulled him away from her moist folds, teasing herself with his feet as she lined him up with her ravaged hole. Mark knew better than to move, he kept himself as straight as he could as she slowly pushed him in. If an arm or a leg got caught, it could well snap before she even felt the resistance of it, if she felt it.

Her hungry hole swallowed his legs, followed by his hips. The wet, warmth of her pussy continued to engulf him. The soft flesh rubbed against his cock, keeping it erect. Mark’s balls were tight, having been kept in a constant state of torn arousal but never reaching his own climax. Soon, he was in up to his shoulders and being held between Barb’s finger and thumb. She tightened her pinch, pulling him out of her before thrusting him straight back in. A guttural moan reverberated through her thick form, shaking his whole body. 

Mark screamed up to the huge woman, his voice barely making it over her pubic mound as she pumped his body in and out of her. The sprawling hairs covering her vagina surrounded him, leaving him almost invisible to the outside world as they pushed him in completely. Spurts of Barb’s juices sprayed past Mark, lathering him in yet another layer of the viscous goo. 

He was thankful that his head did not have to go in this time, but it came with it’s own downsides. Every time he spat Barb’s cum away from his mouth, more would coat him almost instantaneously. He found himself coughing and retching constantly, caught in a cycle of desperate gasps for air and involuntary gulping down of Barb’s cum. The salty mixture coated his tongue and filled his stomach, making him feel as though he’d vomit at any moment.

Mark couldn’t believe the endurance Barb had, using him for the third time in one day. Even without Emily involved, she feverishly fucked herself with his ten-inch body. Her kegel muscles sporadically clenched around him, threatening to crush his torso and legs and causing him to wail out in pain. 

Barb’s juices flowed more freely and the pressure around Mark increased. He could hear that her moans were getting louder and more frequent, the pumping of his body into her became feverish and hurried. Knowing what was coming, Mark clenched his eyes shut and tensed his body in an attempt to minimise the pain he felt. Waves of Barb’s juices washed over him as she clenched down around him impossibly hard, holding him deep inside of her so that only his head poked out from her hole.

Barb’s hips lifted from the bed as she finally let out a climactic scream, leaving Mark inside of her as she frantically rubbed her clit. Globs of her cum spat out of her as she orgasmed for a third time, covering Mark and expelling him from the engorged hole. Her body became weaker as she became more relaxed, basking in the ecstatic feeling of yet another powerful climax. Barb lowered herself back down to the bed, laying there with her eyes shut as Mark was pushed out of her. He fell down to the bed between her legs, not too far from her ass as he splashed down into a thick puddle of her cum. She panted tiredly, feeling more waves of her juices pouring out of her and covering the vulnerable man.

Fully spent now and completely satisfied, Barb weakly reached down between her legs and picked Mark up. Shakily climbing to her feet with Mark in hand, Barb pulled the sheets up on her side of the bed and climbed beneath them. “Better not to lie in all that,” she remarked, gesturing to the topside of her sheets thick with cum, “I’ll have to wash these in the morning!”

Mark could barely see with his vision blurred by cum he hadn’t been able to effectively wiped away. Not that he cared about Barb’s sheets - his head hurt from the constant, intense motion he’d been forced to endure, his body ached and he felt as though he’d puke at any moment. He placed a hand across his stomach, feeling just how bloated he was.

Laying back down in the bed beside Emily, Barb placed Mark across her wrinkled stomach. He sunk into it slightly, finding it remarkably soft and comfortable. She peered down at him lovingly before wiping away some of her cum from his face. “You did such a good job!” she cooed down to him, stroking his wet hair with the back of her finger. Mark continued to breathe heavily, listening to Barb’s words of praise as he tried to recover.

Emily rolled over, sleepily opening her eyes to see Barb and Mark still awake. She smiled at the pair of them, “Hey… Did you guys have fun?”

Barb grinned ear to ear at the tired girl, “Oh it was such an amazing time! I really feel like we have connected!” She looked down at Mark for confirmation, holding the stare as he found his words.

Mark looked at Barb watching him eagerly for a response before turning his attention to Emily. He knew better than to answer truthfully. “Oh y… yeah!” he stuttered, “I feel so much closer to you, Barb. Maybe… Maybe n-next time we can… I dunno… Take it slower? I’m really hurting!”

Barb chuckled softly, “You’ll get used to it! This is just your first time, little guy.” He had done a great job though, she thought, so she agreed, “But I guess we can go a little easier next time.”

Mark smiled, going back to laying across Barb’s stomach as the two women continued to talk. He really was in a lot of pain, even his testicles ached for a release he was never given. “Hey, so can I cuddle with him tonight?” Emily asked as her eyes threatened to close, sending her back into a deep slumber.

Barb’s eyes widened in shock at such a request, “Not a chance! This wonderful little man is all mine tonight!” She looked down at Mark, who was still struggling to get full breaths, “I think I’m really coming to love you, Mark.”

Mark tried to respond but he was immediately cut off by the urge to retch. The cum in his stomach churned, causing him to cough and choke. He weakly climbed onto his hands and knees, involuntarily hacking up globs of Barb’s cum onto her stomach. She pouted empathetically, “Aw, honey! Let me help you!” She affectionately rubbed his back with one hand as she reached over to her nightstand with the other, plucking some tissues out from a box placed upon it.

Barb wiped up the cum from her stomach as Mark spewed it up. She patiently waited for him to get up as much as he could, wiping down the rest of his body of her drying juices and pubic hairs. Once he was as clean as she could get him with just tissues, Barb soothingly rubbed Mark’s back until he stopped coughing. He collapsed down onto his stomach, supping in as much air as he could, feeling emptier now and a little better.

“Now, let me help you out,” Barb said as she lifted Mark from her stomach and brought him up to her face. Mark wasn’t sure what she meant until he was inches away from her giant maw, and Barb lined his still erect cock up with it. Before he could react, her plump lips engulfed his entire midsection and began to gently suck. Her snake-like tongue swirled around, twirling his cock around it and sending ecstatic jolts of pleasure up his spine. Mark’s testicles throbbed painfully from the sensation, struggling to contain the huge load that had built up over the past few hours.

Groaning between tired pants, Mark squirmed in Barb’s grasp. Tingles sporadically raced across his body, causing him to spasm and scream out in pleasure. He’d never felt pleasure like it as the behemoth of an older woman sucked his weakened body dry. It didn’t take long before his orgasm took over his entire body, unleashing a torrent of thick, white cum into Barb’s mouth.

Barb’s eyes widened as she continued to suck, draining the tiny man of every last drop. She was surprised at just how much had come out of him, but easily swallowed it as if it were nothing more than the few last drops in a water bottle. Mark’s body slumped in Barb’s grasp as she finished up sucking. As she swallowed once more for good measure, she pulled Mark’s drooping body away from her mouth, watching miniscule droplets of cum leak from his softening cock. She wiped her mouth of excess saliva before pointing out, “Wow, you must’ve really liked that, huh?”

Mark said nothing in response, too tired but finally satisfied. Barb smiled, accepting that the little guy needed to finally rest. Hell, after such a session of fucking, so did she! She parted her large, bulbous breasts before placing her sleepy, little lover down between them. They came back together around him, acting as a soft, fleshy blanket. Barb peered down at him laying there, eyes already shut and his breathing immediately slowing. He had fallen asleep already, and she couldn’t get over just how precious he was.

Ready to finally sleep also, with her two lovers by her side, Barb pulled the duvet over her and Mark. “Goodnight, my loves,” she said aloud, expecting nothing and hearing nothing from the unconscious pair. She took a deep breath, watching as Mark’s sleeping form rose with her chest beneath the sheets, before allowing her eyes to close. It didn’t take long for her, too, to drift off into a deep, blissful slumber, dreaming of the passionate, lust-filled future the new trio would have.