You quietly step inside, leaving your shoes at the door. As usual, the T.V. is blaring from the other side of the house. Annoying, but not entirely unexpected. Rolling your eyes, you toss your keys on the counter before taking a quick stretch down to your feet, touching your toes with ease. You can picture the eyes bulging out of your tiny buddy’s head, feeling his itty bitty body thrash against the darkened skin of your asshole. It’s enough to make your knees weak on the spot.

Playing around with the muscles of your butt, you hear a familiar hum from just down the hall. Bile rises from the back of your mouth, seemingly in response. Ugh, shut your damn door, you obnoxious bitch! You sigh, almost regretting that you hadn’t said it out loud. Why did she have to be home today of all days?

Trying to move past your longstanding grudge, thoughts towards the princess of snark quickly turn towards potential ideas. After all, you’ve always been a big advocate of refocusing negative energy.

What should we do first? You think to yourself, an irresistible series of scenarios forming in your head as you stroll over to the granite countertop. You set down your phone and grab a chilled bottle of water out of the fridge before moving towards your room. On the way there, you pass by Molly, giving her a little scratch behind the ears. Greeting her has always been a highlight of getting home. The black Maine Coon purrs openly with enjoyment, rubbing herself against you and kneading an invisible force.

The cat cocks its head in confusion as you pull away, “Sorry girl, but I have a cute boy behind me. If you get what I mean.” You send a wink the perplexed felines way.

You cross Heather's notorious pigsty of a room, continuing down the hallway. You’re far from perfect, but the way she keeps this place is downright awful. Whatever trashy reality show she has on gets louder and more vile the closer you get. Old bras and panties litter the floor. Ugh, how gross! The only saving grace of living here is having a bathroom connected to your room, making putting up with her almost worth it.

"Tsk, messy bitch." You whisper under your breath. Usually, you weren't afraid to tell her off, but you aren't in the mood for her particular brand of bitchiness today if you could help it.

You practically tiptoe past her waste dump of a room, tiny cargo secured firmly between the cheeks, still drenched in post-workout sweat. Only pausing to step over a soda bottle directly in your path.

You fumble, a socked foot slipping across the plastic surface, landing noisily on the wooden floor with a hard thump.

There’s a loud scoff. Turning your head, Heather's gaze meets yours as she peeks through the very corners of her eyes, not willing to divert an iota of attention away from her phone. It's more of the usual, wasting the day away on her phone like always,

 "What do you want?" She says, blind preppy arrogance seeping through each word.

Ugh. Even interacting with the prissy bitch made you feel icky, "Nothing, Heather, just heading to my room."

"‘Kay, whatever.” There’s a pregnant pause as your eyebrows drop in anger, trying to meet your own. However, you fail to meet hers as she hides behind her pink candy-colored phone.

“Um, why aren’t you gone yet?" She never bothers to look up, which is a whole new level of aggravating. Fuck knows what she does on that thing all day.

You shake your head in disbelief. Heather never fails to be a massive bitch at every available opportunity. Of course, neither of you were on good terms right now, but you still couldn't reasonably afford an apartment all on your own yet.

Admitting defeat, you shuffle over to your room and push the already cracked door wide open. Right away, an array of colorful posters and light pastel pink walls bombards you. Very girly, just how you liked it.

“Sorry, dude, but ass times over!”

Stretching both arms above your head, you can't help but give your ass one last playful shake before letting Chris out with a quick snap of your fingers. Just like that, he's suddenly in the palm of your hand. Heh, and mom said recall spells were complicated! Child's-play! He looks like a wreck, sweaty, slimy, and overall, very gross. Yuck. You worry this might have been too much for the little guy, seeing his disheveled form slumping over in your hand. He looks like a wreck, sweaty, slimy, and overall, very gross. Yuck. However, his hardness shines through even at this size, making you laugh.

Your eyes narrow on his length, hunger and desire burning you up inside. Somehow, you manage a relaxed demeanor, “Somebody had fun~!”

Leaning in to give him a tiny smooch, you suddenly recoil. He reeks from your workout.

"Ew, guess you did spend two hours against my asshole. Errm, maybe we should go wash you off…." You start heading toward the bathroom sink when a fun idea pops into your head.

"Oh my god, we should totally shower together!" A dumb grin spreads across your face, and you rush towards the bathroom, not even waiting for a reply.

You stare at her naked form as she washes her body; it’s a powerful sight. The washcloth spreads across her smooth skin, caressing her most intimate places. A hand drifts down, lathering up the creamy flesh of her butt. It glides sensually down to her soft body, caking both her thighs and ass in a soapy lather.

Alexis had placed you right on the shower caddy after getting you washed up, giving you a marvelous view of everything as you get cleaned up. With some help from the big green minty-smelling bar, the grime of Lexi's jog quickly slides down your body as soapy foam.

You continue to ogle her, marveling as you drink in her nude body in full for the very first time. It’s weird; something about the situation makes her feel unguarded. It’s probably the most vulnerable you'd ever seen her, a far cry from the last day and a half you'd spent at the back of her pants. Watching her caress her skin with so much care drives you wild with envy. You stroke yourself; the pent-up lust becomes too much.

It's funny, you’d gotten exactly what you wanted out of this arrangement, but it’s a mixed bag. The fantasy of cumming in a girl's butt while smaller than the average housefly was something you never thought could be made into a reality. Yet, she'd indulged you. A part of you loves being stuck between the very cheeks you’d been silently admiring for so long. Despite the sweat and danger, it’s still a dream come true.

You keep stroking, rubbing your warm shaft to her incredible body. You know she won't mind; you'd already been up close and personal with her asshole after all. The two of you hadn’t breached the barrier between friends and fuck buddies so much as you’d completely obliterated it. She keeps stealing glances, hoping you won't notice. But you do. It's cute in one way and mischievous in another. Though it’s painfully obvious, she’s up to something.

Alexis smirks before letting out an exacerbated squeal, "Oops! I’m just so damn clumsy!" Hands fly up to her face in mock panic as she pretends to drop her soapy rag, not trying too hard to sell the performance. Tantalizingly, she locks her eyes to yours as she lowers herself down. Abruptly stopping when she's about chest height to your tiny island.

WHAM

Lexi smacks her chest onto your already claustrophobic space, sending you flat on your ass. Her tits nearly decimate you as they land with a wet slap against the cheap material of the caddy. She'd never been the largest in the chest department. Enough to get a hand around, maybe, but not much more than that. Even so, they’re more women than you could ever hope to handle at this size. The areola dominating much of your vision glistens, waiting.

"Touch 'em." She booms mischievously, her playful tone betraying the danger of the situation. Even with the enhanced durability she claims you have, that could have caused some serious injury.

Not intending to cock block yourself, you keep your mouth shut and move to dutifully oblige, taking several steps towards the dark of her areola. However, the nipple alone is near twice your size. Despite putting in all your effort, you don't get the earth-shattering moan but a laugh. Great, she thought it was cute. Feeling fairly emasculated, she cackles as you hang your head in defeat.

"Wow, I couldn't even feel that. Guess you're a bit too tiny, huh?" She twirls her index fingers again, almost like she's conducting an invisible orchestra.

It's instantaneous, your perspective changing with the final movement of her finger.

"Should be about, um, two inches now? Give or take. Care to try again, bug boy?" She winks at you, establishing an unspoken challenge. You furrow a soaked brow in defiance. Oh, it’s on!

You jump towards her waiting nipple, hitting it with everything you have. Punching, kicking, biting, even trying to twist it after finding some leverage.

It's clear Lexi is barely holding back a giggle, "I can... sort of feel you." You stop your assault, groaning out of frustration. What could you possibly do at this size? It's like fucking a mountain.

"Oooh, I have an idea!" A finger suddenly appears from behind, and you quickly find yourself face to face with your friend's rapidly hardening nipple. She pushes you into it, depressing the very skin as she rubs you back and forth, using you as a fragile little toy. All the while, you're struggling to breathe, taking in mouthfuls of her supple flesh.

"Mmm, fuck. That's how you do it!" You can tell she’s turned on desire and need seeping through each syllable. “See? You just needed a little help~.”

She lets you rest for a minute, watching as you desperately gasp for air in her slippery palm. Lexi stares down at you, and your eyes meet hers. It's hard to tell at first, but your friend is blushing. The tension in the steamy bathroom air is palpable.

You watch in utter astonishment as her free hand slowly reaches downward—her whole body trembles.

SchlickSchlickSchlick

She doesn't break eye contact, slipping her fingers in and out of her sopping cunt, her wetness blending with the warm water before it cycles down the drain. Her breasts wobble and shake the caddy as she touches herself, forcing you to the ground. Every action, every rhythmic thrust of her fingers, has so much power behind it. Her jaw limps ever so slightly open as she loses herself in thoughts of you.

You've never felt so small.

"Fuck this; I need those tiny hands on me!" She bites her lip, her hand dripping with more than just water from the shower.

On cue, the jet of water coming from the showerhead turns to a slow drizzle, and you're whisked away by your friend's giant hand. Her palm closes, once again shrouding you in darkness.

You glance at the clock on your wall, hair still soaked. Almost twelve-still plenty of time to be naughty!

Dropping the towel where you stand, you hop to the bed. Gently, you let Chris slide from your palm, landing with a flop on the base of your left tit.

You watch Chris explore the expansive area between the two mountains, having to pry them apart just to catch a glimpse of him. He traverses it cautiously like it is an alien landscape. You enjoy the sound of that, the dangerous and uncharted country of Alexis!

It's very tempting to skip the foreplay and get to the main event, but you want to humor him, if only for a while. It's also a huge plus seeing him between your tits. There are just so many ways you can bully him! Just pushing him around has been intoxicating. And rubbing his body against your nipple? Unreal.

Chris grabs small handfuls of flesh as he attempts to scale mount Alexis. It takes him some time, but eventually, he ascends. Albeit, clumsily. Each tickle of his tiny fingers have you fighting to hold back a giggle, fearful you might send him back down below.

"Good choice! Lefty needs some attention! Would want her to feel left out~!" You chime in with your approval. Eagerly you await his little head popping over the horizon of your tit. The anticipation is already killing you, craving the feeling of little hands on your nipple again.

It takes Chris far longer than you expect, several minutes passing since he began the ascent; he's barely made it halfway up your tit. Sheepishly, you decide it might be best if you help him along. You doubt Chris will mind skipping straight to the fun.

Scooping him up between your index finger and thumb, you give him a shortcut right to the mountain-top. Dropping him off and watching with mild amusement as he stumbles onto one of the more sensitive areas of your body.  You're ecstatic to see him get right to work.

You’d always figured Chris was a selfless lover. Rubbing, licking, biting, he puts everything his little body has into it. Of course, you can't feel all that much of it, but he's trying his best. It's endearing and sexy as all hell.

It takes all of your willpower not to grind him against it as you had done in the shower. So instead, you opt to give your other nipple some much-needed attention.

You stare in horror as Alexis' neatly trimmed and buffed fingers assault the nipple directly opposite from you. Had you been larger, it might have been relatively arousing. However, in your current state, it's quite the opposite. A potent reminder of the power you lack at your current size. You try to keep up, but you quickly find yourself completely outmatched. Twisting, stroking, and rubbing it between her index finger and thumb. Regretfully, there isn't much you can do that her finger couldn't a hundred times better.

You look up toward Lexi's face, almost ethereal in its beauty from this perspective. Somehow her skin always looked so healthy and radiant. Her incredible size only serves to amplify those traits.  The condensation from the shower still covers her face. Her hair is still dripping with water. She hadn't bothered waiting for it to dry. No, she had been far too eager to get you back to bed.

Her eyes continue to bore into you as she massages her tit, squeezing and twisting the hardened nipple over and over again.

She bites her lip, "H-hey, maybe you could go... lower?"

You start to protest, but she isn’t asking, nor does she acknowledge your tiny squeaks of defiance. Her digits grab at your puny body, bringing you along for the ride as her fingers slide down her toned belly and finally between her immaculate thighs.

Warmth greets you as her ravenous cave stares back, winking while you struggle to pick your jaw up off the ground.

"Oh my god…." You say, voice raspy and shrill. It feels like your first time all over again. Awkward and intimidating, but strangely beautiful all the same.

"Like it?" She coos with confidence, her body shivering suddenly.

“I really hope you do, since you’re already such good friends with her neighbor~...” Your attention is directed further down, where her bare asshole lies. Droplets coat its otherwise smooth exterior, freshly cleaned from the high-pressure shower.

She doesn't immediately throw you into the fire, starting by using your body to trace the very outside of her thighs, stimulating some of her more sensitive nerve endings with your tiny frame. But the two of you have had plenty of foreplay already, and she doesn't linger for long.

It's a pleasant experience, gentle and serene until Alexis takes it upon herself to get the ball rolling. You don't even have time to scream before she drags you along her sopping slit. You cough and sputter as your mouth rapidly fills with feminine fluids. You lose a complete sense of direction up and down, left and right. For a minute, you're confident you'll pass out. Or worse, pulled inside.

Mercifully, the massive finger relents, dropping you off on her rounded nub. Safe and sound, if only a little uneasy. Dread sets in as you realize, despite the intimate nature of your friendship, you aren't quite sure what she's capable of. She’d been so brazen, not even asking your permission beforehand. How far would she take it? Truthfully? You aren’t entirely sure.

Sitting across her clit, the scene rapidly devolves into a whirlwind of moans, fluids, and fingers as Lexi rubs and teases herself into a fit. Strong nails ride the length of her labia, stunning you into inaction. The sheer power on display is utterly breathtaking. Her lust feels so raw, almost primal. You've never been more turned on in your life.

Finally, her middle and index fingers slip inside. You continue to watch in fear and lust as it pounds in and out of her wet hole. Its immense size transfixes you. It isn't hard to picture yourself falling to a messy death, mashed into a pulp by your best friend’s perfect fingers. Chills run down your spine at the very thought. Would she even realize if you fell? What the two of you are doing starts to sink in. This size business is absurdly dangerous.

"C-come on, play with it a b-bit!" The familiar voice of your best friend snaps you back to reality. You don't need to be told twice, wrapping your arms around the oversized bulb with ease. Putting your entire body into the motion, you grind the rock-hard manhood between your legs into her most sensitive part.

Lexy's a total chatterbox, your latest move getting through to her. The girl's moans are almost piercing, so much that you're nearly sure her roommate heard. It's sexy how lost in the moment she is. 

Yet, a part of you feels disconnected, unsure of everything. Doubt clouds your mind, making you question just how much you want this. Is incredible sex really worth chancing a potentially life-threatening accident?

You're unsure, deciding to refocus and double your efforts on Alexis' clit. Picking up your pace, you put all your remaining energy into grinding your cock against her swollen nub.

"Oh fuck, I can totally feel you! J-just keep doing that!" You don't need to be told twice. You keep up the pace, thrusting your swollen cock against a clit nearly half your size. Working to the rhythm and motion of the monstrous fingers behind you.

"C-cumming!" You brace for impact, her declaration arriving far too late for you to get clear. The pumping of her fingers slows, and the flesh beneath you trembles as all hell breaks loose. Her muscles tense, and she lets out one last satisfied groan before settling back into the mattress.

You never got to cum, but at this point, you're just glad it didn't go any further. Whatever, you still enjoyed yourself. Though, you're shaken. Today showed you just how powerful your friend is. 

You hear a girlish laugh from up above, "Oops! Am I a bad person for hoping Heather heard that last one?" Her breathing is slowing now, and a peaceful air replaces the frenzied lust that occupied the space only moments earlier.

Ah, yes, Heather. There was a girl you didn't want to run into at this size. She hated your guts. Truthfully, you only have yourself to blame on that count. Lexy has plenty of reasons for hating that bitch. But you were drunk and stupid at that party last month, and it seemed like your unsuccessful flirting had tarnished an already rocky friendship. With how cold she'd been since, you didn't want to end up in her hands at this size.

Snap

You're back up top, right between Alexis' mountains again. Albeit, now sufficiently coated in girl cum.

"Wow, you're soaked! Guess we should get you dried off, huh?" She looks surprised. Maybe she meant to be so rough with you. You write it off as her getting caught up in the moment; she'd always been the impulsive type.

With that, she lovingly wraps you in a warm yet soft rag from her nightstand, ensuring that her best friend is all cozy and snug in a blanket of fluff. Then, she places you gently on the nightstand using a caring hand.

She shoots you a grin of blind camaraderie, "I'm going to be honest with you, okay? When you asked to ride in the back during class the other day.…." She pauses, trying to find the right words, "It sounded pretty, I dunno, weird?" She sees the change in your expression, prompting her to continue.

"But, now I can't stop thinking about everything I can do to you!" Heat is still obviously prevalent, and you can tell she's more than ready for a second round. She can see the concern envelop your features.

Don’t worry! You can sit this next one out. I still haven’t introduced you to my little toy box!” She says with a wink.