Black splotches receded into the corners of his vision, revealing a hazy mess of red and yellow swirling about before him. The air was heavy and difficult to swallow, as if something was pressing down on him from all sides. He tried to move his arms but the energy in his body had been completely drained. The ground was shaking, moving, beneath him; it took all of his strength just to lift his head up slightly. Slowly, more senses returned to him as he gained his bearings. A musty smell permeated the air and he suddenly became aware of the intense heat across his body. A blob of red and black towered over him as the ringing in his ears subsided. He could barely make out a sound, a voice, calling out to him.

"Wake up."

      The mystery voice echoed all around him, it poured into his ears as if it was being channeled directly into his mind. His vision grew clearer and his arms responded to his commands; he rubbed his eyes before surveying his surroundings. Even in his current stupor, the scene before him was unmistakable: the boy laid naked at the foot of a preposterously huge penis draped over a pair of equally enormous balls.

"There we go. That's better."

      Looking further above, the boy spied a belly button and two gigantic breasts before locking eyes with a terrifying visage looming over him.

"Hey there! You're a bit of a sleepy head, aren't ya'?"

      A smile appeared on the massive face hanging over him. Fear took over the boy and he sprang to his feet before dashing in the other direction.

"Ah, wait! I just-,"

      Red walls closed in from both sides, blocking his escape. It took him a second to realize the barriers belonged to the giant creature; she had formed a pen by surrounding the boy with her legs and feet.

"...want to talk. Well, more than talk, really, but for starters: talk."

      The boy turned to face the colossal figure and his legs gave out beneath him as the reality of the situation hit him. Sitting, rather casually, before him, was an impossibly huge woman, completely naked from head to toe save for the black necklace she wore. Though his brain hastily registered it as a woman, the gargantuan set of cock and balls between her legs told otherwise. He found himself staring in disbelief at her giant package, she followed his gaze and giggled.

"Heheh, not bad, right?"

      The woman shook her hips, her flaccid penis swayed back and forth as the tip dragged across the ground. At a glance, her balls seemed to be a little bigger than the boy was tall, and an abundance of foreskin hid her monstrous cockhead from view.

"There's no need to be shy. Here, look!"

      The boy had no time to react before the woman's hand snatched him up from behind and brought him between her legs. The overbearing stench of her genitals washed over him, powerless to resist, she pressed his entire body into her sweaty scrotum.

"See, nothing to be afraid of."

      His cries for help were muffled against the smooth skin of her scrotum as she smeared him all over her genitals. Cupping her balls with the same hand, she lifted her ballsack and placed the boy under her testicles, pinning him beneath the weight of her scrotum. Struggling with all his might, the boy could just barely peek his head out from under the mountain of warm flesh. Choking on her musk as he gasped for air, he noticed her amber eyes gleaming down at him.

"Sorry about that, I just can't have you running around all over the bed."

      She propped her elbow up on her thigh and rested her chin in the palm of her hand before continuing.

"Now, you're probably wondering where you are or why you're here, but the only thing you NEED to know is that I'm the one in charge around here."

      The woman's warm smile betrayed the threatening undertone of her message. He begged for mercy, but she simply waved her hand in front of her face and furrowed her brow.

"Ah, sorry, I can't understand a word you're saying. I'm afraid our conversations are going to be pretty one-sided for a while."

      Leaning back, the woman adjusted her posture and her ballsack shifted slightly, smothering the boy anew.

"But that's okay, it's not like you have anything important to say."

      She chuckled, apparently pleased with her own quip, causing her scrotum to tremble on top of him.

"So whenever you're ready to listen, just tell me -err, just, uhh, just give 'em a good squeeze when you're ready."

      Desperate for a reprieve, the boy obeyed, gripping the boulder of flesh as hard as he could with both hands.

"Mmn, good, you're a quick learner."

      She reached down between her legs and pinched his arm between her fingers, dragging him out from under her crotch and onto the bed. Completely spent from wrestling with her privates, the boy merely lied on his back, resigned to his fate. There was no way he could resist, he couldn't even handle the weight of only one of her balls, and she was clearly just toying with him. Looking up at his tormentor, he noticed how similar she looked to the stereotypical depictions of demons in various cartoons and art: horns, wings, and red skin; the whole nine-yards. Despite all he had been through, he still couldn't believe something so fantastical could actually be real, but he quickly sobered up at the sound of her voice when she addressed him once more.

"Now that we've gotten to know each other, I guess I really should fill you in on what's happening here."

      Gesturing with her arm, she made a large sweeping motion in the air as she spoke.

"This is my house, but you're not a guest, you're more like, hmm,"

      The woman scratched her head and frowned as she tried to think of the right word.

"...like, a pet? Well, not really a pet, but 'slave' sounds too harsh. Then again, you're pretty much exactly a slave, so yeah, you're a slave. My slave."

      Having won the argument with herself, she smiled proudly at the boy, as if her words were intended to give him comfort.

"Considering your current situation, that would make me... your god."

      The woman seemed to have no trouble deciding a title for herself, and the confidence in her tone sent shivers down his spine.

"But that doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?"

      Terrified, the boy nodded frantically in agreement. She narrowed her gaze and a mischievous grin crept across her face as she spoke.

"And as your new best friend, I have a favor to ask you. You mind giving me a hand?"

      Pointing down at her crotch, evidently, whatever she needed help with involved her package, or more specifically, her massive, uncut cock. The boy stood up, a look of bewilderment on his face as he stared at her genitals, then up at her.

"Don't look at me, it's not going to peel itself."

      She thrust her waist towards the boy and almost knocked him over with the tip. She seemed perfectly capable of handling her own junk but he was hardly in a position to question her. He approached her penis cautiously, the familiar heat and smell of her genitals turned the air between her legs humid. Her abundance of foreskin lay in a wrinkled pile at his feet and, lifting one side up over his head, the tunnel of flesh was easily large enough for him to crawl into comfortably. Shuddering at the thought, he quickly set it down and climbed on top to grab it from the other side. The woman stared intently, giggling at the sight of the tiny person fumbling around with her privates, but as time passed, the boy had made almost no headway and it was clear this would take a while.

"Wow, you really suck at this."

      The frankness of her words stung more than they probably should have, he had honestly tried his best at the ridiculous task assigned to him.

"Oh well, I guess everybody has to start somewhere. We'll work on it later."

     Brushing him aside with her hand, she pinched the end of her bundle of foreskin and stretched it out, demonstrating its impressive length and elasticity to the boy.

"As you can see, all this extra skin makes certain things more... difficult. I feel like I do a pretty good job, all things considered, but I've been meaning to get a second opinion."

      She avoided eye-contact as she spoke, her eyes wandered around the room and she repeatedly touched the tips of her fingers together, suggesting some level of apprehension or embarrassment regarding the topic at hand. But it didn't take a genius to figure out what she was referring to, the boy took a deep breath to prepare himself for whatever might come next as she positioned the tip of her penis between her fingers. With the swift downward motion of her hand across the shaft, her foreskin peeled like a curtain being drawn, revealing her swollen glans to the boy.

"Be honest; on a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?"

      The sudden influx of odors emanating from her freshly exposed member caused a burning sensation in his nose and lungs. Even through watery eyes, he noticed the glistening sheen of oily sweat that covered the entirety of her naked penis. The room was spinning as a wave of nausea washed over the boy. He covered his mouth with his hands and doubled over on his knees; the musty air beneath her scrotum was paradise compared to the oppressive stench wafting from her filthy cock. Any claims of doing "a pretty good job" were a blatant lie; if he had a hundred fingers on each hand, it still wouldn't convey his level of disgust. She gave her penis a few quick pumps to get it up to full size; the inhumanly large tower of flesh came up to just below her breasts. After finally taking notice of the boy in distress, she put on her best surprised face and spoke with an incredulous tone in a pathetic attempt at feigning ignorance.

"That bad, huh? I don't know, maybe it's just the lighting. Why don't you take a closer look?"

      Before she had even finished her sentence, she scooped the boy into the palm of her hand and carried him up close to the back of her grimy cockhead.

"You seem like you know your stuff; give it a good once-over, show me how it's done."

     The dangerously sharp edges of her fangs were visible inside her enormous grin as she smiled at the boy atop her palm. She was a fool if she actually thought he could singlehandedly remedy what must have resulted from weeks worth of neglect, but, of course, he knew that this was all some cruel charade and that she fully expected him to play his part. Recoiling in disgust, he tripped over himself when he instinctively backed away from the dirty wall of flesh. Her look of amusement quickly morphed into a deadly serious glare as she peered down at the quivering mess the boy had become inside her hand. Tilting her hand slightly, she gradually formed an incline with her palm, causing him to slide towards her greasy shaft. Out of sheer desperation, he turned around and grabbed the top of her hand, holding on for dear life. Fed up with his insubordination, she mercilessly closed her hand around her penis, forcefully pressing him against her cock. The sweltering heat inside her iron grip stifled his cries for forgiveness and the slimy flesh of her throbbing member undulated across his back. Helpless and on the verge of tears, his punishment only worsened as the woman began to rub her hand up and down the length of her penis, using his body as a rag to clean up her mess. Once she started to drag her hand from side to side, he rolled over in her grasp, and his entire body was coated in her filth. She tightened her grip the more he struggled and the boy was sure she intended to grind him to dust against her erection. With empty eyes and a face devoid of emotion she offered some helpful advice to the boy between her fingers.

"You know, this'll go a lot smoother for the both of us if you just do everything I tell you, when I tell you."

      After the last bit of slime had been removed from her genitals, she relented, and flung his soiled body down onto the bed in front of her. He stumbled to his feet and wiped the oily sweat from his face, but instantly wished he hadn't once his eyes met her piercing stare. Paralyzed with fear, she effortlessly pushed him down onto his back with her finger, balancing the pointed tip of her nail on his throat. Sweat ran down his forehead as she held her finger over him like a guillotine waiting to fall. Every second was agony as he dare not move or run the risk of upsetting her further. However, as she held him there, the edges of her mouth twitched, her cheeks puffed up, and eventually she burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"Pfffff, ahahaha! Oh, wow! You should've seen the look on your face! Just precious!"

      The entire bed shook as she rolled around in delight at his misery. The boy, simply grateful to be free of her finger, caught his breath as the uncomfortable reality of his tiny, fleshy frame settled in. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she sat up, partially regaining her composure.

"No, but seriously, work with me here. If you want to keep that immortal body, you're going to have to meet me halfway".

      She noticed his ears perk up at the mention of the word "immortal".

"Oh, right. I forgot to mention our arrangement. In exchange for a little of my power-"

      The woman twirled her finger around in the air like a wand, seemingly as though she were casting a spell on the boy.

"...you get to live on forever. As my slave. Forever."

      Her insistence on hammering the point home for him was unnecessary, he understood her immediately, much to his horror. The woman frowned and began to rub her chin, indicating she was not overly fond of her choice of words once again.

"I said 'arrangement', but this was really more an executive decision type deal. I do all the paperwork, sign on the dotted line, and you get to reap the benefits. No need to thank me."

      She closed her eyes and turned up her nose with an air of superiority, implying she actually expected him to thank her for this act of selflessness. Instead, the boy inspected his body thoroughly, looking for any evidence that might support her claim. Remembering his predicament just a few moments earlier, he certainly didn't feel immortal and his search revealed nothing in the way of proof that he had undergone any such change, aside from his current height.

"What, you don't believe me? Check this out."

      He looked up to see what she meant but instead found her giant hand hovering right in front of his face, her fingers bent in a shape he hardly recognized all too late. He barely managed to raise his hands to protect his face before the woman's index finger slammed into his chest with the force of a runaway train when she flicked him off the side of the bed. The boy's sense of direction was shattered as he tumbled backwards through the air, flailing his arms in a vain attempt to grab hold of anything that might save him. His tiny body crashed into the carpet like a meteor from outer space, clear on the other side of the room. The woman's uproarious laughter echoed off the walls as he lay there motionless wondering what he had done to deserve such a cruel fate.
      A few moments passed and the boy was surprised to find that, not only had he survived the fall in one piece, but he was in considerably less pain than he anticipated. After righting himself, he checked up and down his body for any scratches or bruising he might have sustained on impact, but there were no signs of trauma to be found; it seems the woman was telling the truth. Once she had recovered from her self-induced bout of hysteria, she sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed, scanning the room for the wayward boy. After spying him out on the carpet, her eyes dimmed and a scowl formed on her face as she realized her fatal mistake.

"Aww, shit. I have to get up now, don't I?"

      She muttered under her breath, cursing her luck. The terrible price of her shortsightedness amounted to nothing more than a minor inconvenience, but for the notoriously lazy woman, it was almost too much to bear. Begrudgingly, she shuffled off the bed, dragging her feet like a spoiled child as she made her way towards the boy.

"Hang on, I'll be right with you."

      The ground trembled beneath him as she lumbered across the room, her oversized balls bouncing against her thighs with each step she took. As she approached, the boy finally gained an appreciation for just how small he was compared to her; the closer she came, the more he had to crane his neck to keep all of her in view. Standing directly over the boy, he barely came up to her ankles as she towered over him.

"How's the weather down there?"

      From between her legs, he couldn't see her face beyond her cock and balls, but he could hear her grinning through the sarcastic tone in her voice. Cradling her genitals in one hand, she continued to stroke herself sensually as she squatted down, lowering her waist towards him. As she nursed her erection, her scrotum dangled above the boy, swaying back and forth in rhythm with her motions and sending a few drops of sweat raining down onto him. Entranced by her shameless display of indecency, he failed to realize she had no intention of stopping as she crouched down and her rear end overtook him when she settled onto the ground.

"Ahh~, is this seat taken?"

      The carpet floor was much less forgiving than the bed and the crushing weight of her entire upper body rested on top of the boy trapped beneath her cheeks. The steady rippling movements of her flesh across his body confirmed that she was indeed still jerking off above him, no doubt to the thought of his tiny body pinned under her fat ass. She moved her waist around in a small circle, grinding him into the carpet as she laid out the ground rules.

"Bottom line is: as long as you stay on my good side, nobody gets hurt.

      He was shocked to hear she had a good side, the majority of their time spent together thus far was on her underside. The warm flesh had conformed to his body, wrapping him in a blanket of dark red and rendering him completely immobile. Fortunately, his back was to the floor, and, remembering his previous instruction, he squeezed her ass as hard as he could in hopes that she might respond. The woman sighed and took a break from pleasuring herself to pluck the boy out from under her butt and set him down between her legs. Having granted his request, she swiftly resumed masturbating with renewed vigor, as if making up for lost time. The boy merely sat there, staring in awe as she casually rubbed one out in the middle of the room. However, after a short while of lonely stroking, she stopped suddenly and blurted out in exasperation.

"Come on, don't leave me hanging!"

      The boy threw his hands up in the air to signify his confusion, and she answered by pointing at her cock as she gave it another couple of quick pumps. His eyes widened and his face turned as red as her skin once he realized what she wanted. The boy hesitated, staring down at his crotch in utter disbelief, but looked up just in time to see her smile slowly fade away as her patience wore thin. Fearing further punishments, he quickly sat down and took his own member up in hand, mimicking her posture.

"Good boy!~"

      Thoroughly pleased with his obedience, her smile returned and the two began masturbating in concert. He couldn't help but feel a bit inferior; from his point of view, he was eye-level with the lower half of her gigantic balls as they jiggled on the floor. Their pace gradually began to quicken, and he took the time to truly get acquainted with his new master, soaking up the view laid out before him. The absurdity of his situation was not lost on him, but he could not deny the woman's beauty; the sight of her breasts bouncing slightly as she expertly maneuvered her hand across her cock was especially arousing. His new-found enthusiasm got the better of him and a dab of precum bubbled up out of his glans. He glanced away in embarrassment, continuing to diligently hold up his end of the bargain, but the sudden noise of raucous squelching distracted him. It didn't take long to realize the sound was coming from the woman's penis; copious amounts of precum leaked from high above, and much of it had already dribbled down her shaft and scrotum, forming a puddle beneath her balls. The sheer amount of liquid oozing from her cock had to be a sign of some illness or defect, but she merely flashed a bigger smile and continued pumping as the liquid ran between her fingers.
      The boy was nearing his limit, and he wasn't quite sure what would happen if he went first, so he became more judicious with his motions and awaited her next move. As if on cue, the woman got up on her knees and brandished her cock, angling it down towards the boy. She leaned over as she continued to stroke herself, swallowing the boy in her shadow. Suddenly overcome with anxiety, his hands were on autopilot as unpleasant premonitions in the back of his mind were unfolding before him. A thick rope of precum swung wildly from her urethra and between labored breaths the woman spoke with a familiar, mischievous grin on her face.

"You know, I've had my eye on you for quite a while."

      She winked at the boy, just in case he didn't catch the symbolism as she held him at gunpoint.

"And now that you're finally here, I'm finding it hard to, umf, contain myself."

      Her voice was erratic and her hands moved at a fever pitch. He was sure any minute now she would bury him under a mountain of hot demon semen and the tension was enough to make him want to scream. Precum continued to spill out from the head and it was becoming more cloudy than clear, but still she prolonged her sweet release. He could already picture it, his tiny body floating inside a puddle of jizz like an insect trapped in amber; he just hoped she would have the decency to fish him out before he dried into the carpet. Finally, the woman bit her lip just as her glans flared up, and in a brief moment of clarity, the boy regretted not finishing himself as he came to terms with the fact that he was a split second away from becoming the lucky recipient of the world's largest pearl necklace.

"FUUUUUUCK!"

      The deafening sound of her voice as she cried out in ecstasy reverberated through his body, but he was immediately aware of the distinct lack of viscous goo he was scheduled to be drowned in. He opened his eyes to the sight of the woman hunched over, wincing in pain as she clutched the head of her penis tightly, her thumb planted squarely over the urethra. The corner of her eye twitched, and her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath, but she eked out a smirk to mask her discomfort. In an incredible and bizarre display of restraint, the woman had deliberately cut off her orgasm at the last second; the boy's own genitals ached in sympathy for her pain. Grateful as he was that she hadn't annihilated him with her climax, he wondered what might have possessed her to do such a thing. She offered no such explanation and simply collapsed down onto her back, splaying her limbs out onto the floor like a beached starfish. Her body was drenched in sweat in the wake of her failed orgasm and she let loose a vulgar sigh up towards the ceiling, leaving her towering erection to twitch angrily in defiance between her legs.

"Sorry kid, but I'm all tuckered out. You wouldn't believe what a pain in the ass it is to bring a little goody two-shoes like you over to the other side."

     He suspected there was some ulterior motive to her actions, but it was no use pontificating without any way to communicate with her directly. Her throbbing member eventually crumbled, tumbling down onto her balls before she sat up to console the boy.

"I know you were looking forward to getting blasted by yours truly, but I can make it up to you. I've got something I'm sure you're going to love."

      She snapped her fingers and a searing pain shot through his right leg. He looked down and was horrified at the sight of his entire leg engulfed in flame. Panicking, he tried to smother the fire with his hands but it continued to burn unabated. He pleaded with the woman in desperation, however, by the time he looked back down at his leg, the inferno had subsided, and in its place was a black band just above his ankle. Bending down to examine the foreign object, a quick analysis showed it was wrapped impossibly tight around his leg; the bracelet wouldn't budge no matter how hard he pulled. The glint of something metallic caught his eye and he was baffled to find a large link of a chain connected to the bracelet, a detail he somehow managed to miss. His eyes followed the thread, the links growing in size as they grew closer to the end, eventually arriving at the source: a large black band wrapped snugly around the base of the woman's cock.

"Well, aren't we cute?~"

       She was obviously referring to their matching accessories, but the boy couldn't help but get cold feet at the prospect of such an unholy matrimony. There wasn't much slack in the chain, and the vast majority of his sphere of influence was already taken up by her genitals. As the lesser half of a two-man chain gang, any notion of privacy and personal space went out the window, though he hoped she might at least cut him loose whenever either of them needed to use the restroom. On the bright side, he was glad it was an ankle bracelet, as opposed to a collar, or worse. The boy was so busy counting his blessings that he failed to realize his partner in crime was slumped over on her side with head in hand, having nearly succumbed to fatigue.

"I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to call it a night."

      Her eyes glazed over and a weary yawn slipped through her fingers as she covered her mouth. Judging by the light shining through the window behind the bed, whatever served as a sun in this strange land was in the midst of setting. Admittedly, the boy was rather exhausted himself, and the promise of a good night's sleep was an offer he couldn't refuse.
      He nearly dozed off on the spot as he lay there on the carpet, waiting for the woman to carry him into bed, but he received a rude awakening when she carelessly rose to her feet, yanking him up into the air along with her. Dangling upside down beneath her scrotum, he swung like a pendulum as she stumbled towards the bed. He tried to grab hold of her leg as he smacked against her inner thigh but the surface of her skin was too smooth and slick with sweat to garner a workable grip. Stopping at the foot of her bed, the woman stretched her arms above her head and let out another hearty yawn before scratching an itch under her ballsack, jostling the boy at the end of the chain in every direction. She turned sideways and he reached up to grab the chain, righting himself just in time to brace for impact as she crashed down into the bed with a heavy thud. The woman settled in and reached for a pillow to prop her head onto; it was clear she was struggling to stay awake as she mumbled a final few words to the boy.

"If you need anything, you know... where to find me."

      Her voice trailed off as she drifted in and out of consciousness until she finally fell asleep for good. Alone in the room, the boy sat there, silently, watching the subtle movements of her chest as she slept. This was the closest he'd been to her upper body since he arrived, and looking down at his shackles, the chain anchoring him to her genitals was definitely longer than he remembered; she must have used her power to grant him some extra leeway for the night. He debated taking advantage of this newly acquired freedom to examine the sleeping giant up close. She had given him her permission, in a sense, but the thought of what punishment might await him if he accidentally roused her from her slumber stopped him in his tracks. With not much else to do and nowhere else to go, the boy lied down on his back and stared up at the ceiling as the last bits of sunlight faded from the room and moonlight crept in. While he wasn't entirely on-board with the idea of being someone's slave or pet, and the notion of spending the foreseeable future tethered to a giant woman's cock was certainly not something he had considered previously, he figured the marked change of pace and scenery couldn't be all bad, after all, he was "immortal" now. He admired the look of tranquility on her face as he rolled over on the bed and closed his eyes, before letting the gentle hum of the woman's breathing lull him to sleep.