Title: The Incredible Shrinking Ariel
Characters: Ariel, Eric
Categories: The Little Mermaid, The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea
Contains: Shrinking Woman, Giant, M/f, NonCon, Giant Cock, Cum Inflation
Cameos: Vanessa
Beta: MyIceBitch
Started: 28/09/2024
Finished: 28/09/2024
Patreon: 28/09/2024
Public: 28/10/2024
Chapter 1
The Shrinking
Vanessa smiled darkly as she watched her prey through her vanity mirror, surrounded by an amber glow. Her slender fingers traced the seasnail shell that hung around her neck. She would enjoy making the little tramp suffer for foiling her plans.
The mirror displayed the transformed mermaid and her lover entwined together as they slept in their bed at the Princess Mansion.
Vanessa's eyes narrowed in malicious glee as she watched the couple. She had waited patiently for this moment, her anger simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. The seasnail shell grew warm against her skin as she whispered an incantation, the ancient words of the spell resonating through the air like a siren's call.
With a wicked smile, she flicked her wrist, sending a pulse of dark magic toward the unsuspecting Ariel through the mirror.
As the spell took hold, Ariel's body began to glow. Her legs and arms shrank at an alarming rate, and her face contorted with pain and surprise as she processed what was happening.
Her lips parted to cry out in terror, only for her to be silenced by her expanding nightie as it devoured her rapidly shrinking form.
She grew smaller and smaller until, within the span of a single minute, she was the size of a mere insect trapped in the prison of her garment.
Ariel's new, tiny form wriggled desperately, her eyes wide and fear gripping her heart. She tried to scream for Eric's help, but her voice was no louder than the faintest whisper of a breeze. Eric barely even stirred in his sleep.
Vanessa leaned closer to her mirror. With a delicate finger, she traced the outline of the tiny woman’s body on the enchanted glass.
"Now, my dear," she cooed, "it's time for you to learn what it's like to be powerless."
The sea witch cackled as Ariel's struggles grew weaker, the magic taking its toll on the mermaid's strength. She watched with sadistic pleasure as the fabric of the nightie enveloped Ariel completely, leaving no part of her exposed.
Within the confines of the nightie, Ariel gasped for air, her heart racing. Her nightie slowly fell around her like a deflating bouncy castle, making her claustrophobic. The once soft fabric was like a suffocating cocoon.
Panic set in as she realised the gravity of her situation.
Drawing on her innermost reserves of courage, she began working through the fabric.
The journey was arduous, each thread feeling like a thick rope that threatened to trip her up as she crawled through the dark cavern that she could only assume was her nightie sleeve. Her limbs trembled from the exertion, growing stiff, but she pushed on.
"Good luck, little fish," Vanessa murmured, her voice dripping with malice. "You'll need it."
After all, there was far more to her spell than a little loss in size.
Ariel's heart hammered in her chest.
The silken caverns were getting smaller and tighter.
With a final burst of strength, Ariel threw herself through the nearly closed opening that was the cuff of her nightie sleeve.
Darkness enveloped her, the atmosphere thick with a heady, musky scent that was undeniably male — Eric's scent. It was a potent aphrodisiac that sent shivers of desire coursing through her body, making her knees quiver uncontrollably. She always loved the natural scents of her lovers, be it Tiana's work flats or Eric's drooling cock.
The air beneath the oversized comforter was a furnace saturated with the intoxicating aroma of his arousal. It was a scent that spoke of primal urges and unbridled lust — a smell that had her mouth watering and her core aching. Her eyes, gradually adjusting to the shadowy play of light and shadow, soon fell upon the glorious sight of her husband's massive crotch, the fabric of his boxers straining to contain his burgeoning manhood.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her breath grew ragged as she beheld the monumental bulge before her. Her hair cascading around her face like a fiery waterfall, she leaned closer, feeling the warmth radiating from his thick, engorged member. Her hand, trembling with anticipation, reached out and touched the fabric tentatively. The heat was almost unbearable — a stark contrast to the coolness of her naked skin.
Ariel took a deep, quivering breath, trying to compose herself. She knew she had to get Eric's attention. She needed his help, and there was only one thing she could do to wake a sleeping giant in a matter of minutes.
Her delicate, trembling hand reached out and tentatively touched the fabric of his underwear.
Her touch grew bolder as she felt the veins pulsing beneath the fabric, the promise of his desire for her. Ariel's breath caught in her throat as she began to rub him in a rhythmic dance of seduction. The fabric grew taut, outlining the contours of his growing erection, which seemed to swell with every stroke of her delicate fingers.
Soon, Eric’s boxers grew damp with precum. The pungent smell of masculine sex sends pleasant goose pimples across her body. She could almost feel the heat emanating from his cock, begging for her touch. Her senses heightened. Ariel felt every inch of his growing length. It was bigger than she was.
A soft groan rumbled from his chest.
The sleeping giant stirred, his breathing growing heavier as the pleasure began to seep into his sleep-addled brain. He groaned, shifting his hips slightly, giving Ariel the encouragement she needed. She increased her efforts, her tiny hands moving in slow, circular motions, feeling the fabric stretch and tighten around his growing erection, slowly standing to form a tent that towered over her.
It was so big.
Ariel was so enraptured by the growing fleshy snake that the tiny woman didn’t notice her lover’s giant hand sliding beneath the sheets until she was abruptly captured in his palm as he parted his boxers and took hold of his erect cock - pressing her delicate form into his massive girth. Her tiny breasts pooled against his shaft, and her legs were forcibly wrapped around it.
His calloused fingers felt rough against her back and rear, and she felt a molten warmth between her thighs. She loved his rough hands.
The carnal oak was hot to the touch, and his salty flavour kissed her lips, invading her helpless mouth. She felt like a toy in his hand.
Eric's eyes snapped open, the fog of sleep dissipating as he felt the peculiar sensation of Ariel's tiny body wrapped around his cock. His hand, still half-asleep, had captured her unknowingly. As consciousness took over, a dark smirk played upon his lips as the dark magic worked its power over him.
His dark eyes flickered down to the hand holding his hard cock, and he saw the tiny, naked form of his wife, her eyes wide with fear and arousal. Utterly helpless to his whims and desires. A toy to be used and abused by his royal cock.
Without a word, he licked his lips and began to pump his cock with a newfound vigor, using Ariel's as the toy she was. A toy designed solely for his pleasure. The warmth of his hand and the friction of her soft skin against his shaft were unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as if the universe had granted him a new, exhilarating sex toy.
Her eyes watered as she was mercilessly used, her body sliding up and down his length, her tiny form bobbing with each of his powerful strokes. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, her mind reeling from the sheer size and power of the organ that dominated her.
Ariel tried to speak, to protest or perhaps to beg for mercy, but her voice was lost in the cacophony of his grunts and the slap of their bodies. She could feel the warm precum coating her, a sticky reminder of her helplessness. Eric's eyes remained closed, his expression one of pure bliss, as if he were in a trance.
Her legs tightened around him, her body trying to cling to something, anything, as she was used without consent. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge of a climax she hadn't asked for, and she could feel the wetness pooling between her own legs. Her breath hitched as she tried to hold on, her nails digging into the soft flesh of his thighs, leaving tiny half-moons that he likely wouldn't even feel.
The room was filled with the sound of his hand smacking against her body, the occasional muffled squeak escaping her lips as she was pushed to her limits. It was a symphony of lust and power, one that Vanessa had orchestrated perfectly. The sea witch had known exactly what she was doing when she cast the spell, and Ariel was living proof of her cunning.
The room grew warmer as Eric grew closer to his climax, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening around her. Ariel could feel the beginnings of his release, the pulsing of his veins, the throbbing of his cock. She was nothing but a plaything to him now, a living, breathing masturbation aid.
And as he reached the peak of his pleasure, a roar ripped from his throat, and he pulled Ariel up his cock, pressing her little head atop of his, forcing her face into the sensitive flesh of his pink spout. Hot, thick, sticky fluid erupted from the carnal volcano, filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed convulsively, her eyes bulging as she gagged and choked on the tidal wave of cum trying to drown, the salty taste trying to saturate her tongue permanently.
When he finally released her, she fell to the sheets, panting and trembling. Her body was bruised, her mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. Eric lay back, panting heavily, his cock still erect and gleaming with her saliva.
He looked down at her, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Again," he murmured, his voice a deep, animalistic growl. And with that, he picked her up and slammed her down onto his cock, starting the cycle anew.
Her cries of protest were silenced as he began to fuck her, her tiny body bouncing on his shaft as if she were a ragdoll.
Ariel's body stretched and conformed around Eric's massive cock, the dark magic working its twisted will upon her. Her insides felt like they were being torn apart as he impaled her, inch by inch, the searing pain mixing with a strange, twisted pleasure that had her nails digging into the bed sheets. The room spun around her, the only constant the feeling of his cock filling her completely.
Each thrust was a testament to the power of the spell, her body contorting and stretching to accommodate him.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he picked up the pace, his hands gripping her waist tightly. She felt so tiny and vulnerable, her legs barely able to wrap around his hips. The warmth of his seed filled her, the feeling of being so utterly filled bringing her to the brink of climax despite the agony.
And just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, just as her body threatened to shatter under the relentless onslaught, she felt a strange warmth spread through her, a warmth that seemed to mend her injuries and bolster her strength. It was a dark, seductive warmth, one that whispered promises of power and control.
Her eyes snapped open, and she met Eric's gaze, her pupils dilated with lust.
The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking—his grunts, her gasps, the slap of flesh against flesh. The smell of sex was thick in the air.
Ariel's head was forced back with each powerful thrust, the head of Eric's cock reshaping her features. Her eyes grew wide with shock and pain, the skin around her eyes stretching taut as she took him in. Her nose flattened against Eric’s cock as it raped her head from the inside.
It was as if he were redefining her very essence with each pump, turning her into something new, something less than human. She was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, a doll to be used and discarded when he was finished.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long until Ariel felt the familiar pulsating rhythm and with a final, brutal thrust, Eric came, his seed flooding her tiny body. Ariel felt her insides convulse around him, and begin to expand as his cum filled her to the point of bursting. Tiny spurts of the thick white fluid erupted from her nose, ears and mouth, burning her sinuses, all the while more cum seeped out her snatch and around her giant husband's cock.
"Fuck," Eric groaned, releasing his hold on her and falling back onto his pillow, leaving the tiny woman to slowly slide off his slick cock as it softened as though she were nothing more than a crusty sock, used up and waiting to be thrown away.