It was a beautiful spring day — the skies were clear and the air was crisp, but the sun shone warmly on Alisha Walker’s beautiful, light brown face as she skipped down the front steps of her house towards Kelsey’s blue Bug.

Alisha had known Kelsey for years, ever since they had both attended the same evangelical preschool.  Back then they’d been inseparable, one quiet and pale, and the other boisterous and dark-skinned.  The staff had quietly, but affectionately, referred to the pair as “Cookies and Cream.”  As the years passed the two were best friends, though they began to drift apart when Kelsey left the church when they were twelve.  Still, they kept in touch, and Alisha had jumped at the chance to spend such an important birthday with an old friend.  Though she was a little apprehensive about the plans for the evening, she knew Kelsey had a good heart and that, no matter what, they’d have a great time.

As she bounced onto the sidewalk Alisha unslung her bag from over her shoulder and opened the car door, plopping hard into the front seat in one fluid motion.  As she did she noticed Kelsey in the driver’s seat and a large girl she didn’t know sitting on the rear passenger side both seem to flinch slightly.  Alisha smiled as she readjusted the small gold crucifix that hung around her neck while waving to the two occupants of the car.  

“Hey Kels, what’s poppin’,” she asked happily.

The air was thick with tension, with worried looks passing between Kelsey and the big girl in the back seat like tennis volleys.  Alisha’s bright smile slowly started to fade as she began to wonder what she had just walked into.  She leaned back and settled more deeply into her seat, the action seeming to cause Kelsey to yelp as if in pain while reaching out towards her.

“Is… something going on?” Alisha asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

There were a few more looks thrown before Kelsey spoke up.

“Um, this is Erin, by the way,” said Kelsey with a forced smile before continuing in a jumble of words.  “She’s a friend from school, and, ah, we were talking on the way over here and she was saying how she really had to use the restroom, and we were wondering if you wouldn’t mind letting her use one in your house.”

“Silly Kels,” Erin said from the backseat, “don’t you remember?  You were the one complaining about having to pee so bad.  You must be too waterlogged to remember.  You’re such a weirdo sometimes!”  Erin punctuated the last sentence by smiling sweetly and playfully punching Kelsey on the arm.  

Kelsey tried her best to keep a smile on her face as she responded.  “Oh, uh, yeah.  Of course you’re right, Erin.  How could I forget about something like that?  What … What would I do without you?”  She laughed, almost bitterly.

“Well why didn’t you say so?” asked Alisha, noticeably relieved, before turning her attention to the backseat.  “Lovely to meet you Erin.  Come on, girl,” she continued, turning back to Kelsey, “It’s been a while since you’ve been over so you haven’t seen how I’ve redecorated my room.  Let’s go!”

Steve felt an enormous pressure finally lift off his body, just as two now (intimately) familiar, if currently much larger, fingers swooped down and plucked him up from the car seat he had been so forcefully ground into until a second ago.

A few moments earlier, when Kelsey had seen Alisha coming closer to the car door, she had reached out and tried to grab Steve from Erin’s hand.  Seeing her prize about to be taken away, Erin had curled her fingers protectively around Steve’s tiny body, effectively trapping him in her chubby fist.  Undaunted, Kelsey concentrated on shrinking Steve, hoping it would work to her advantage.  But Erin had been expecting that move, and simply tightened her grip.  In a panic, Kelsey grabbed at Erin’s tightly wound fist with both hands, trying to insert her nimble, slender fingers between the other girl’s thicker and stronger ones.

With a feral noise Kelsey ripped Erin’s fingers apart, catapulting Steve into the air.  The girls watched, transfixed, as he somersaulted end over end seemingly in slow motion in a high arc before landing hard on the front passenger seat just a second before Alisha’s giant, denim covered ass had landed even harder upon him.

The pressure was intense, unlike anything Steve had felt before in his shrunken state.  The impossibly thick fabric of Alisha’s jeans did nothing to hold back the crushing weight of the tons of soft and supple ass flesh that pressed upon the tiny man.  Steve had landed face up and found himself with his head free and staring upwards, the curve of Alisha’s giant rear blocking his view of the rest of her body.  It took all of his willpower not to cry out and draw attention to himself, but he couldn’t help struggling to free his pinned body from underneath the butt of this unfamiliar giantess.  Luckily (depending on one’s perspective) for him the weight above was so tremendous as to hold him so firmly in place that he couldn’t move a single micrometer.

Steve was almost unable to keep quiet when the huge girl shifted her enormous ass, grinding his tiny form even deeper into the relatively unforgiving fabric of the car seat.  He did allow himself a small sigh when the pressure lifted, only to feel it catch in his throat as he was whisked upwards at high speed towards the face of the giantess that held him.

“Well hello tiny… or should I say tinier Steve,” Erin whispered seductively, looking like the cat that caught the canary.  “I’m so sorry that we were so very rudely interrupted earlier,” she continued slowly, her thick lips turning downward in what would, in other circumstances, be described as an adorable pout.  She used the index finger of her other hand to push her glasses up her nose before continuing.

“And just when you were so close to your, mmm, petit mort.  Her cheeks started to flush just thinking about it.  “But even though you’re so much littler now I’m sure we can find some way to make you happy.”

With that, Erin adjusted her grip so that she held Steve’s tiny, inch long body with her finger and thumb pinching his torso so that his front was completely exposed to her.  Without thinking, Steve began to kick his legs wildly in the air, hoping to fend off the attack he knew was coming.  Erin brought him up to her face so that her smiling, shapely lips filled his entire field of vision.  He winced as they parted, her smelly, moist breath entering his lungs forcefully.

“Mmm, you don’t know the feelings that you have brought out in me, little guy,” Erin said softly, her slimy, pink tongue emerging from her mouth and running slowly over her lips.  “My life has always been so boring and bland and just sucky for so.  Damn.  Long.  Always having to do the right thing, to be the good girl who always gets good grades and is so nice and sweet even though everyone always treats me like shit!” Large drops of spittle flew out of Erin’s mouth, striking Steve on his torso and running down his body.

“I don’t have any friends…  Nobody really even notices me, much less likes me.  I’ve never even kissed a boy, you know,” she whispered dangerously, puckering her huge lips.  Steve shivered involuntarily.

“Before today the closest I’d been to a boy was holding hands with Josh Hannigan at the end of year dance in  seventh grade.  Then he ended up ditching me and telling all of his friends that he’d only invited me as a joke.  I even helped him with a term paper the year after, being the nice girl that I am."  She shook her head sharply, inhaling a giant droplet of snot back into her cavernous nostrils before continuing in a half whisper.  "That I was."  She stared blankly at Steve for a moment beore continuing.

“But then today I found you in my panties and everything changed,” Erin continued, her eyes shining brightly witha thin film of tears, but her mouth smiling widely.  “I saw that I don’t always have to follow all the rules, that sometimes I can just do what I want to do and everything will still be okay.  Because life is random, and stuff happens, and everyone else is taking whatever the hell they want, so why can’t I?!”

The huge fingertips that had so recently been stroking Steve's tiny member brought his wriggling body right up to her mouth.  Steve could feel the air pressure around him drop as she parted her lips and took a deep breath.

“No, Erin!  Don’t!” Steve yelled with all his might.

Erin brought the tip of her tongue between Steve's legs, forcing them apart as she hungrily lapped at his crotch.  Her powerful lips held his thighs in place as she hungrily licked and sucked over his crotch, sloppily trying to give him an enormous blowjob.  Steve was already aroused from her previous onslaught, so despite his  anger and disgust his body easily betrayed him once more.  Erin smiled as she felt his tiny erection poke the underside of her upper lip, and redoubled his efforts.

To Steve it seemed as if gallons of the fat giantess’s thick, syrupy spit was cascading down his body, falling dozens of feet below to splash into the fleshy crevice between her giant, heaving tits.  Erin made wet, soft grunting noises as she did her best to suck him off, her inexact and inexperienced mouth and tongue lapping heavily over his rock hard erection and tightening balls.  For a moment her tongue slipped down, the very tip pressing between Steve’s tiny ass cheeks and nearly penetrating his anus.  He grimaced, and used his tiny, ineffectual fists to beat on the end of Erin’s bulbous nose, hoping to stop the onslaught, praying it would be enough to get her to stop.  But she paid no notice to the tiny man.  He screamed in frustration just as he heard the car doors open…

“Well I really wish I’d had time to show you the ‘before’ pictures of my room, but at least you got to see the bathroom too.  Even though you make water faster than any girl I've ever met, or any guy for that matter.  I don’t remember you ever being so fast before…”

Erin quickly stuffed Steve down the top of her dress, at first sliding him down her cleavage before shifting and sliding him down her left bra cup until she could feel his tiny legs surrounding her hard nipple.  She withdrew her fingers and crossed her arms, using her right hand to inconspicuously massage Steve against her huge breast.

Steve felt his body crushed against the soft, mountainous tit, her huge heart making the smooth flesh beneath his bare torso jiggle in a rapid rhythm.  The giant, rubbery nipple below him forced his legs apart uncomfortably, stretching his hips wide as she pressed him forcefully against herself.  He was wet with her spit and sweat, the thick padding of her bra and her hot slick skin causing him to break out into a sweat of his own.  

It was while he was sliding around this hot, fleshy prison that Steve suddenly felt his hard cock slide into something tight and softly yielding.  At his tiny size Steve’s dick was just the right size to enter one of the milk ducts that surrounded Erin’s nipple in an uneven ring across her areola.  Lubricated with their shared fluids, the tiny orifice felt amazing around Steve’s minuscule erection.  Though he was still upset and disgusted by his predicament, Steve had just been brought right to the brink of orgasm twice, and his balls ached for release.  With a small grunt Steve opened his arms, wrapping them around as much of Erin’s enormous breast as he could.  His tiny ass slid wetly against the top of her huge, ridged nipple as he penetrated her deeply.

Erin was surprised, but pleased, to feel Steve’s tiny body begin to move rhythmically under her hand.  She could feel herself dripping between her legs, and knew that when they got out of the car she’d have to tie her jacket around her waist.  But until then she was just going to lean back and enjoy this.  She bit her lip and closed her eyes, letting the girls in the front seat continue their conversation as she inconspicuously slid back in her seat, doing her best to picture what was going on inside her bra cup.

Steve was close to release, his cock hot and numb between his legs.  He thought about Erin’s giant face above him, hidden by layers of fabric, no doubt red-cheeked and smiling that damn, sweet smile of hers.  Pure hatred filled his mind, and he wanted to slap her, to make her pay for doing this to him, for violating him so completely.  Angrily he dug his fingernails into the soft skin of her breast, doing his best to make this enormous bitch bleed even though he knew he was far too small to break her thick, yet creamy skin.

In the torrent of thoughts and emotions leading up to his orgasm, Kelsey’s smiling face briefly flashed into his view, her soft and beautiful features only enhanced by its enormous scale.  In his vision of her, kind, benevolent eyes gazed upon him, her angelic face framed by soft, brown hair.  If he concentrated he could conjure up her scent, and it made him smile.  But slowly, as his orgasm became imminent, his vision shifted.  Kelsey’s hair lost its soft luster, becoming lighter, harsher.  Her green eyes became flinty and hard, her gentle mouth twisted into an evil grin.  Then the vision disappeared completely as light entered his prison, giant fingers pulling back the fabric of the bra he was trapped under.  The very real and gigantic face of Erin looked down on him, a beatific smile gracing her chubby flushed face before her fingers retreated, snapping the thick fabric of her bra back into place and sealing him against her hot and heaving breast.

Steve was sobbing as he came.