Chris, 9:51 AM

You look onward, frightened as Alexis removes her pants with a jolt of speed. Her hand fumbles around, and she leans over her desk carelessly, grabbing a pair of headphones. Her chest hovers over you, putting you in grave danger at this size. You highly doubt a bit of extra resistance has any hope of protecting you at this height. The total weight of her tits alone is more than liable to leave you a skid mark across her desk.

She’s far too focused to notice your fear, plugging the USB clumsily into her laptop, which, up until now, had been sitting idle and dejected. Concerned with her own needs, Lexy leaves you in the dark. It's frustrating, your mind racing with possibilities.

It’s funny, a day ago if you saw a girl rushing to take her pants off, you may have jumped at helping her. But at this size? And after all you’d been through? You have zero desire to intervene. Instead, you simply stay out of her way, stunned as she boldly starts masturbating right in front of you.

"A-Alexis?" You choke out, absolutely baffled by the brash display of sexuality. But naturally, she doesn't hear you. You grumble, upset that she didn't have the common decency to cast a tele-link beforehand. Meanwhile, her hands work furiously down below. You try not to look; the fast pace of her digits gives you anxiety. Instead, you watch her face, lips pursed as she focuses on the screen.

Which begs the question, where had Heather gone? It's a mystery until your friend lets out a breathy "Right there!" It’s shocking. Is she seriously getting off with her? It's so bold, distinctly not like Lexy. Sure, she has some attitude, but using a girl to get herself off? So completely out of character. Maybe those observations about her being a little more careless than you’d like weren’t in your head after all. It's irrefutable that something about her is changing as she grows more confident. Still, it doesn’t take away from the scene of raw sexuality in front of you. You almost want to join in, but know it's far too much risk.

You find yourself starting to grow hard, embarrassed to be getting turned on at a time like this. Regardless of the scenery, your little guy should know better! It's a frustrating feeling, being controlled by your most base urges.

Trying to distract yourself, you turn around, doing your best to get a good look at the screen Lexy has zeroed in on. It looks pretty amateur, you reckon. Probably just some guy holding a cell phone. Her taste is terrible, and you make a note to broaden her horizons later. However, for the moment, Alexis is lost in whatever fantasy she’s living. There’s grace to her motions and primal energy lying underneath each action, motivating her as she dominates the tiny girl. You decide then and there to never get on her bad side again. Yikes.

In her haste to milk out these sensations, she bumps the table. You're thrown onto your ass with a thump, but more notably, you catch her attention. Alexis' eyes snap to you. There isn't much to say, her eyes telling all. It's more of a demand if anything. Her look articulates her intentions so perfectly. She was about to use you, just as she'd been using Heather.

You get lost in a soupy state of bliss, tiny limbs wriggling against the most sensitive area of your body. Heather probably hates every second of it too. That little detail makes everything so much hotter. In fact, you're so wrapped up in it that you bump the table. Ouch. Although, in a way, you're thankful for it. The solid collision breaks your concentration momentarily, letting your eyes run across Chris. Right! You were supposed to be figuring something out with him. How to return him to normal! Your mouth twists sheepishly, and an apologetic glance in his direction as you wordlessly snag him, much to his dismay. Whisking him through the air, you're perhaps a tad rough with him, but you wave it off. He's tough enough to take a little soreness tomorrow. Besides, you'd already made the executive decision. Womanly needs come first. You're well overdue for some stress relief, anyways.

The ease of being able to drag him through the air is divine, making you shudder. It's incredible to have this much control over another life. You feel powerful, like somebody should worship every piece of your remarkable body. Even the not-so-great parts. Precisely why you drop Chris on the leather seat, right in front of 'the beast.' But your pussy was never the proper target. You're sure he'll love what you have in store, regardless of everything going on.

              It winks.

The inside of her vaginal walls stare at you, looking liable to tear you clear in half with their powerful muscles. But just as you start to approach, Lexy rears her legs up, propping them onto her desk and revealing a relatively immaculate brown hole. God, no way, not at this size! And certainly not while she's distracted by someone else! As much as you love a nice butt, you aren't looking to be permanently splattered across your friend's fleshy ring.

There's a faint musk around the area, not unpleasant, but it's a distinct smell. It's heady, making your vision spin. You need to back up and regain your wits. Though, Alexis isn't about to let that happen. A finger pushes roughly against your back, smothering you along her vaguely sticky muscle.

Relatively inoffensive amounts of sweat invade your mouth while you try to gasp out for polluted air. There's plenty of light this time around, so you can see each wrinkle in horrifying detail. Something that you'd been spared from previously. It would have been something to stop and take some mental snapshots of. Though, that’s only if Lexy’s finger wasn't trying so hard to make you a part of it. It's relentless, treating you as an afterthought as she rubs her vulva, further teasing herself. Soon, you’re assaulted by a gooey sensation, meshing itself eagerly into your hair and around the area between her cheeks.

God, how wet is she getting off this? It boggles your mind, her liquids continuing to pool around you. Consequently, providing excellent natural lube. She takes advantage of it immediately, swirling you just a bit faster than before now that you glide effortlessly across the exterior of her anus. She gets further into it, worrying you immensely as you start to feel a hand slip inside. You yell out, but it's useless. She still can't hear you. Not that she puts any effort into trying.

After a few minutes of working yourself up and adding Chris' body to the mix, you feel like you're riding atop a galaxy, seeing stars when you close your eyes. Additionally, your body is ablaze with arousal, absolutely cooking you underneath your shirt. Which you promptly remove.

You turn your attention back to the people on the screen. Lots of objectifying angles, most of the girls. Ugh, you click off it, still frustratingly horny. In almost every piece of porn you try and consume, the male gaze is relentless. That's when an idea hits you. What about erotica?

You relent on both toys, letting them simply hang where they were, coated in your juices. Chris, in particular, is practically plastered to your asshole. It's pretty amusing. There was a time you'd considered fucking him. But now? The mental image is hilarious. How could you ever picture him going at you full size when he could barely handle your butthole?

You continue to scroll through various search terms and several crusty websites later, reaching one story in particular. There's something interesting about the tags. One inch, cruel, anal. You bite a lip, cruel? That sounds… almost fun. The page quickly jumps out as you read a tale of a girl who gets off using small people. She is unapologetic in each and every action she takes. A part in particular that really grabs you is when she puts one micro against her butt, enjoying the wiggling. It's almost identical to the current situation. Fuck, that’s way too good. You feel guilty, reading word after word of a girl abusing and taking entire lives with her body. You'd never do anything like that, but it doesn't stop the story from being intoxicatingly hot.

"Eeeek!" You screech, feeling Chris slip inside the wet exterior of your ass. You hadn't meant to do it, not all the way! But it mimics the story perfectly! Your eyes trace a passage dedicated to the lady in question rubbing her clit in desperation, responding to the myriad of movements she feels in her ass. Right on time, Chris' meager struggles decide to rear their head. The feelings of guilt quickly evaporate in response to unabashed ecstasy.

Betrayal is the only thing on your mind. Why had Lexy done it? Hell, did she even mean to? It's hard to tell with all the commotion. Believe it or not, the surroundings weren't your priority. Not when you were struggling to take one measly ass-filled breath.

Now, you lie inside the very entrance of her ass. It's enormous at your scale, nothing like Heather last night. It's more spacious, less like a hostage situation, and more like being thrown into an alien world. You have enough space to move back towards the entrance, but it's entirely for naught, her sphincter refusing to budge. Yet, you still can feel the vibrations from her rubbing the exterior. 

She's getting off while I’m breathing this disgusting air!

You're starting to get fed up with her antics. Does she realize how dangerous this is? Clearly not. You feel slimy, gross, and powerless to stop her. All you can do is wait it out and let her manipulate your body into whatever toy she wants next.

Pathetically, you decide to try and get off yourself, rubbing your diminished cock against the strong undulating walls of her colon. You key in on the low groans from outside, realizing you're literally inside someone. Of course, it's apparent, but you hadn't really thought about how astounding it all is. Whole-body engulfed by a friend's ass. It's almost unreal. And, honestly? Once again, it's relatively clean. For an ass, anyway. Seems like your old pal takes pretty good care of hygiene. A fact you greatly appreciate at the moment. Though, you start to wonder if Heather got a similar treatment. Has she been shoved inside somewhere as well? Hopefully, Alexis wouldn't take it that far. You're confident pressing a straight girl face-first into a throbbing clit is punishment enough. Out of nowhere, light pours through, a finger making you yelp out in surprise. It pushes itself through, seemingly trying to help you and add to the stimulation you're causing. But it's blind and uncaring, quickly jabbing you deeper inside, much to your initial panic.

It probes the space irrationally, moving on feeling and feeling alone. A few random thrusts in and out turn to rubbing themselves along the walls, jabbing sensitive innards. It's terrifying, and it leaves you frightened of going anywhere near Lexy’s exit, lest you get overtaken by your horny friend's finger.

You're sweating, pants around your ankles as you press your slick thighs together. Beads of liquid run down your forehead as you reach the end of the story. A warm afterglow, where several of the lady's tiny friends even survived! Your mind runs wild with the possibilities. What if the author decided to go down a different road? What if they'd all suffocated inside her? With that last thought, you're thrown off the cliff, one hand focused on your vulva while the other pumped and played with your ass. Combined with the taboo of that story? It's too much, and you let go.

"Fuuuuuck." You groan out. Panting lightly, you remove a finger from your butt with a sharp pop and place Heather's limp form on the desk. Her teeth chatter as your cum dries on her, and she curls up, trying desperately to preserve some warmth.

"I'll grab you a cloth or something. Just hold on. I should probably wash my hands first." You say apologetically before standing up and moving towards the bathroom. Chris would, unfortunately, take some coaxing out… Truthfully, you'd lost track of him at some point, unable to feel his struggles over the powerful stimulation provided by your finger. You both had a decidedly awkward conversation ahead. 

A few changes in position and one clean exit later, you watch Chris scrub away in the sink. His eyes avoid you entirely as you observe him use the small amount of water in the basin to clean himself.

"Look, I'm sorry! I just…" You're at a loss for words. What came over you? It was so intense. All caution had been thrown to the wind for that brief moment. Nevertheless, you find yourself craving it again. The control.

"It's whatever," Chris responds bleakly, the tele-link again in effect. It's the most you can do for him in his current state. He's clearly troubled, and it's hard to blame him. But you do know a way to cheer him up! Snickering, you snatch up your little buddy and head back to the desk where you find Heather, nearly motionless. Oh shit, you promised her a rag. Oops!

Chris lights up in response, and you let him hop off the expanse of your palm. Heather is more than double his size, the mishap earlier doing him no favors. She shoots daggers as Chris walks in view with a rather smug look. "How's it hanging, Heather? Have fun?"

Her breathing picks up, but she says nothing at first, choosing her following words carefully. "Fix. This." She says, her voice clearly strained.

Chris laughs, "Yeah, well, that's going to be up to Lexy," Heather shudders at the name like she's living through everything again.

You decide to speak up, well-intentioned, but you can't help but sneak a smattering of condescension into your tone. "Come on, Heath, I know you were into it. The way you squirmed for me was magical!" You coo, reach a finger down to stroke her hair.

"Don't touch me!" She shrieks, trauma bubbling up in response to the touch, making you flinch. "Jeeze, fine. Have it your way!" Ignoring her outburst, you turn towards Chris and plot out a new course of action. It's time to fix this whole mess you've gotten into.