The way to go.......
(The perils of a mini-man)
by Banfield
Where was he? On a bed he thought...no, it couldn't be. Well, if it was a bed it was awfully large...quite huge! How did he get here...where is he...what is he?
It was so damned confusing. He recalled that he had drunk a lot that eve; he could not remember much else. His head spun a little, then settled as he sat up.
Yes, it definitely was a bed, but so immense! Looking round bemused, he saw things that appeared normal - except that they were so large. Walls, pictures, a mirror, a dressing-table and chair, ornaments and a massive ornate clock on the bedside table.
In comparrison he reckoned he was only six inches (15cm) tall!
"Awake now, are you?" He whirled round to see the source of that booming voice that came from behind him. "Ah, you're so sweet an' kinda cute..." A female voice with a velvety timbre. She was so huge, a veritable giantess, and black-skinned. She had just stepped into the room from what appeared to be en suite bathroom. She was so pretty - although her size was frightening - and from the dishevelled state of her hair and the bathrobe draped around her, it seemed she had not been awake long herself.
In one hand she held a bottle which was bigger than him. As she raised it to her thick, Negroid lips he decided that it must be Jamaican rum.
"Hey, you look so nice I could eat you all up," she grinned. He shuddered...it looked as if she could, quite easily. It'd only take a couple of bites. He had to admire her simian beauty, estimating her height to be 5ft 8 or 9; but she seemed rather tipsy...and that could be dangerous.
She sat down heavily on the bed bouncing him up and making him lose his balance. She swung one long leg over him and leaned back against the headboard, her bathrobe parting immodestly as her limb soared over his head giving him a brief glance that left no doubt that the robe was all she wore. She giggled, seeing his eyes widen at the awesome sight. As she settled herself one of her breasts escaped from the garment. It stood out proudly and arrogantly. Her big brown eyes danced with girlish delight as she gazed down at his small body.
"What...how...where am I?" he asked, trying not to be distracted by what he had seen between her legs. She was a very attractive young Negress, and he could see no fault in her whatsoever.
"My place," her voice boomed. It wasn't so meaningful as he had hoped. "You just passed out last night an' you were much too heavy to carry like you were, so I shrunk you..."
"What?" he gasped astoundingly.
"I shrunk you," she repeated casually, taking another swig from the bottle. "I sneaked into the lab. an' found the formula. You're the best looking man there. I kinda like you.
You should've known that. I gave you plenty of signs, but you ignored me. What is it, you don't like us black girls or somethin'?"
He brushed aside her racial query. There was something far more important to fathom out: "Look, this is enough, the joke's over. I want to be restored. Have you got the stuff to do that?"
"Uhu," she said grinning at him, "Cain't do an' don't want to. I like you like this...my own little live doll."
He groaned. How could he argue sensibly with a drunken teenager...a giantess?
She placed the bottle, almost empty, onto the bedside table and stretched out dramatically, shifting forward a little and not bothering to keep the robe from falling open completely.
Now, for him to get an erection under these circumstances could have been quite natural, but amazing - especially as this young Negress was so huge. One could compare her size to that of the famous statue of Adonis as seen in most major museums.
Apparently, certain parts of his body didn't seem to care about the disparity of size. As he was naked his physical reactions were quickly noticed.
"Hey, your little prick is quite the optimist, isn't it?" she giggled. "You like what you see, eh?" So saying, she eased her slim legs further apart. "Would you like a closer look?" He shook his head and took his eyes away from her slightly gaping vulva. She stretched a hand down and put her brown fingers behind him. They nudged him forward which was a simple task. There wasn't much he could do but move and retain his balance.
He began to feel terribly nervous. That great fleshy fissure was almost the same length as himself, a cleft that boded ill for him. On either side of him were those great dark-skinned thighs - yet another classic feature, that of Scylla and Charybdis - which could, if she so desired, close in upon him and crush him to death. She kept urging him as he stumbled closer and closer. As big as she was, the skin of her fingers was soft, the flesh warm and firm. He felt her long, pointed finger-nails and trembled - they were like long knives and could stab him. Under such duress he was obliged to do whatever she demanded. He was now trapped between the curving flesh of her upper thighs, and there before him was her fearsome vulva. Above the perpendicular crevice was the mat of curly hairs and above that the undulating plain of her belly, sweeping upwards like a dark, velvet cushion. He could feel the warmth and perfume of her sex wafting over him. It was, without doubt, a frightening aspect. What passed through his mind terrified him.
She giggled again and uttered a long grunt. Another shove pushed him up against her resilient lips. He reached desperately at the spongy labia but she relentlessly forced him into the cleft of those cushion-like portals.
"Go on," she urged playfully in a gutteral voice, "kiss me there, little man!" She pressed him more forcefully and he found his face sinking just inside the eager cunt-lips. The aroma struck him powerfully with its overwhelming pungency. That premonition was about to come true. An icy hand gripped his heart... He remembered the girl now. Re- called when she first started at the laboritory for genetic experiments. A beautiful girl as every-one agreed, jolly and pleasant at times. Always dressed immaculately but provocatively - mini-skirts or dresses, deep-cut blouses. Tight ski-pants that accentuated her projecting bottom. Lovely big brown eyes and a big wide mouth which, when opened wide when she laughed, revealed an astonishing row of flashing teeth; so, as he was the youngest male there, and good-looking, it was only natural that she paid him more atten- tion. Regardless that he was white, she made it plain that she 'fancied' him; but he already had a girlfriend and was happy with her. He had other interests, and besides, she was too young for him. Very well, he had recourse to 'fancy' her, but merely for sex, and only occasionally.
At her insistence he started to do as she wanted. He used his hands to rub up and down the fleshy labia. He began to feel the surface becoming slimy. He slid his hand inside to feel the warmth and jelly-like interior. He heard her grunt and guessed she was enjoying his exploring hand inside her. Her grunts became continual, and then he felt the walls of her vagina squeeze and it surprised him that a female had that ability. It was almost impossible to pull his arm out. It became a kind of game - he'd tease and titillate her quim and she would try and grip his arm, both competing with each other. Being the inquisitive type of chap, he attempted to see how far he could reach inside and feel things that would be 'interesting', and a talking point when he eventually returned to his normal size. He could not believe there was no antidote for that minimising potion. The 'game' went on for some while. He reached in as far as he could and withdraw it before she could clamp her vagina. She was sighing blissfully, enjoying the 'game' as if being wonderfully penetrated by a penis - albeit so tiny.
He reached in right up to his shoulder, and when she squeezed he was well and truly trapped, rather like having his arm in the jaws of a shark or lioness; and then she had some extraordinary method of actually sucking his limb into her bringing his face hard against her labia. A great amount of viscous fluid was now exuding from her depths and it oozed over his face and dripped sluggishly down his chest.
"Higher, higher!" she groaned. He sensed what she wanted. He could feel the clitoris resting on his head. It had emerged from its sheath and was as thick and long as his fore- arm and smearing his hair with viscid fluid. He glanced up and could see the enormity...
whitish-pink and glistening. She allowed his arm free and, with both hands, he clasped it and began rubbing his hands up and down. She was looking down at him between her chocolate-coloured breasts and the gentle rise of her belly.
"Come on, come on!" she gasped loudly, bucking her hips and breathing heavily.
The black girl's excitement grew, her legs spread wide apart and her hips went on bouncing up and down in quick jerks. He found it difficult to keep his grip on the slimy organ. "Don't stop!" she gasped as he strived to stop falling between her jerking thighs.
He was finding it more difficult. At one time he used her anus as a foothold but found that orifice equally as hazardous due to the profuse slime dripping from her vulva.
Suddenly he felt the hard pressure against him and found himself being propelled into that fleshy cavern. He was being inserted into her vagina! First his feet slipped in. Her warm, slippery wetness instantly closed and, like a bog, began sucking him in.
Real panic now filled him as her labia closed around his legs. He exerted every ounce of strength but the more he struggled the more he sank into that ravenous mouth. The girl's noises became louder as she gasped and grunted with sensual excitement, and the muscles of her vagina continued drawing him deeper with their greedy embrace.
Frantically he grabbed at her pubic hair but found in despair that they were covered with her excretions and merely slipped from his grasp. He was now up to his waist and he knew the worst. His shouts, only squeals to her, became more shrill as she sucked him further and further. He started to scream.
"What?" she asked with a dreamy expression.
"For Christ's sake!" he bellowed in a tiny voice, "Don't do this!"
She made a face, a kind of grin. "Okay, make me come first."
"Come on, you silly black bitch...this isn't funny, you know!"
She frowned at his remark...not exactly "racial" but offensive nonetheless. A look of anger crossed her ebony features: 'So you call me a black bitch, huh? Okay, whitey, you can stay there 'til I come; and see here you, you are funny...a funny little man that I made, stuck up my black cunt...an' you wanna know somethin' else? It ain't gonna be the only place you're goin' t'be stuck up...and then, mister high an' mighty, when I've finished messin' with you, you're gonna stay somewhere 'til you're dead!"
He knew as soon as he spoke that he'd said the wrong thing. He wasn't thinking properly.
Who would in these circumstances? A fully-grown man shrunk to only six inches, and being sucked into a girl's vagina! Okay, so he did know she was flirting with him, but he was always so pre-occupied with his work, and besides, he was more than content with his girlfriend. O, dear, what about her? She must be worried stiff by now, wondering where he is. She would have checked the lab. long ago. She'd probably be checking the local hospitals, the police station. She'd never ever guess that he'd been miniaturised and was now trapped in a girl's quim.
He easily turned over to face upwards, the huge glistening clit. looming over him. He began rubbing it with both hands. It resembled a very big male penis.
"You'll have to do better," she grunted warningly, "Like before."
He felt the walls squeeze again and he slipped in a bit more. His hands slipped off the clitoris and in panic cried out "Sorry!" But she was moaning and her hips were jerking. He couldn't reach the organ enough to massage it. He thought he was a gonna when he slipped deeper and up to his chest. When he thought all was lost she took him by his shoulders and eased him out a little to resume rubbing her. The thought of being swallow- ed by her vagina gave him added strength.
"Aaaah!" she groaned, "That's nice! I like it!" Her voice rose to a squeal, a sound quite familiar with those kind of females. Then, to his terror, she gave a deep groan and her voracious vagina sucked him into its depths leaving only his arms and head outside. She used her internal muscles to squeeze his six-inch body. Another muscular spasm and her
vaginal lips closed around his shoulders. He could fully realise what it would be like to be swallowed by a huge anaconda or boa-constrictor. The young, virile Negress was almost lost in her sexual dementia.
With only his head now exposed, he saw her large black hand descend, and watched helplessly as she began maipulating her aroused clitoris. A finger caressed it, sliding up and down its length and bumping his head. He recoiled, and in doing so, felt himself slip deeper, and the rim of her vulva circled his neck.
Now he was in great peril. He knew that he had sunk into her so far that, even if she wanted to, it would be nigh impossible for her to extract him from her fleshy mire. He began screaming for his life, beging her to stop sucking him further, but she was too intoxified to take any notice.
Terrified, he struggled vainly in her slimy grotto as his head disappeared and silence fell and a sinister darkness.
The viscous fluid increased by his writhing and squirming, filling his mouth and nostrils, and still his tiny body continued its suffocating journey. The young, pretty Negress, her face aglow with sensuous delight, sat up and gazed raptuously down at her closed vulva, then threw herself back with sigh, drew her legs together and resumed playing with herself until, at last, her orgasm struck. Simultaneously, struggling madly to survive, the six inch man's movements became more intense, adding to her pleasure. Quick grunts came from her throat as wave after wave of exquisite explosions erupted and spread throughout her body.
When all had subsided she could not feel any movement inside her. She smiled contentedly, closed her eyes and fell into a dreamy euphoria. An hour or so swiftly sped by and the call of nature stirred her. She stepped to the w.c. and sat on the lavatory-seat with her thighs apart. She wanted to watch her own special experiment slip out with the gush of urine. With an evil plan in mind, she caught the lifeless mini-man before it plopped into the bowl, finished pissing and took the corpse to the washbasin. After a thorough rinse she carried the corpse to her tiny kitchenette. She found a saucepan, put the man into it, covered it with water and set the pan on the flaming gas ring. With no remorse or sorrow for his girlfriend, she boiled him for 15 minutes adding a little garlic and grated nutmeg. Letting it cool for a while, she slipped into her knickers, a skirt and top. She then drained off the steaming water and dropped the "morsel" onto a plate. As she ate the tiny corpse, nipping off his genitals delicately, she started to hatch a plan to ensnare and minimise another lab. assistant, he'll be older but he'll do, she decided.
As she relaxed digesting her unique little snack she felt an itch between her buttocks. She reached behind and dug at the irritation through her knickers. Her mouth spread with a smile as another diabloical idea entered her devious mind: "Hmm...Why not?" she mused to herself . "I know he likes looking at my big bum."
The End
Giantess World
