Adam walked up the steps to his girlfriend’s apartment
building with swagger. He didn’t even try to pretend he didn’t notice two
college-aged chicks checking him out, and why wouldn’t they? He had biceps
(larger in his mind than in reality), short blonde hair, and a killer chin.
Adam was good looking, and he knew it.

Laura’s so lucky to have me, he thought as he pressed
the elevator button to ride upward.

Laura’s hands shook as she set up the Tiny Tinder app. Both
in anticipation and anger. She’d been dating Adam for about six months now and
while it overall had been great, he really was hot, she’d finally had enough of
him. Not only was he incredibly vain, she’d also heard rumors that she wasn’t
the only girl he was seeing.

The pictures she’d received removed any doubt.

Who is he to cheat on me? she fumed as she planned
her revenge. Laura was herself the perfect match to Adam. Both were vain,
though he outdid her significantly, and both were solid ‘eights’ on anyone’s
scale. But where he expected the world to bend over for him, she had finely
tuned her ability to make it bend over for her.

He expected good things, and they usually happened. Laura
coupled that mindset with the drive to actually make it happen.

Which was why he was on his way to her apartment now,
actually. Not to mess around with Tiny Tinder for the first time ever like he
expected. Though that was part of it.

She was making this break-up happen, even if he’d caused it
by sticking his dick into the wrong girl.

Her scowl turned to a smile when she saw his message: he was
almost there.

Before she could change her mind Laura pulled her shirt off
and left herself only in a sports bra and her typical short jean shorts. The
average college boy’s wet dream. With this outfit she could twist anyone around
her finger and she knew Adam couldn’t resist her.

As always, he marched in her door without even knocking; at
first it had been attractive to see that assertiveness. But now it was just
another annoyance she had to cover up. For another couple of minutes that was.

“Hey babe,” he said as he came in, giving her a quick hug
and a peck on the cheek. Plus a grab of the butt. “I downloaded the app, you
ready to get started?”

Laura rolled her eyes when he couldn’t see. Typical.
Straight to sex. And it had been pretty great sex, but a relationship needed to
be more than that.

“Yeah, I just finished,” she told him as she double checked
her settings against what the internet recommended, then re-read the incredible
legal rulings about shrunken people being objects while he went to the
restroom.

“I’m gonna send the request over now!” she called through
the restroom door, which made him laugh.

“Geez, somebody just can’t wait, huh?”

Laura rolled her eyes again as she sent her shrink request
to him. She knew if he actually read it he’d probably have some concerns, but
she also knew the odds were against him reading anything. But to hurry it
along…

“Baby,” she said, making her voice drip with passion, “If
you’re not dildo-sized by the time I count to ten you’re not getting in me for
a week!”

There was a comical sound of the toilet flushing, followed
by what was clearly a clumsy shuffle and a muffled swear word. Adam knocked
something over in his haste to grab his phone.

“Okay okay! I’m doing it now!”

His voice was exactly what Laura wanted to hear: too horny
to think straight.

Mom was right, she thought as she heard a gentle
‘ping!’ from the other side of the door. Immediately her own phone buzzed to
tell her that the request had been accepted. Not enough blood in them to
think with both heads at the same time.

“Okay I’m-“

Adam didn’t finish the sentence but Laura knew what he was
doing. She opened the bathroom door just in time to see his clothes hit the
floor, then a seven-inch tall something stood, struggling with his t-shirt.
Laura stepped in and freed the little man from the pile, wrapping a hand around
him and lifting him up to face level.

“You look awesome!” she told him happily, relieved her plan
had gone off without a hitch so far.

“This is weird as he-“ Adam started to say, but when she
turned and began walking to the kitchen instead of the bedroom he changed his
wording, “Hey! Fun time is the other way!”

“Oh, no no no,” she replied as she sat him on the kitchen
island. Adam put both hands on his hips in a comical attempt to show off his
biceps and pretend he had power even at his size.

He stammered something out to her, but Laura wasn’t
listening. Instead she placed a long cylinder box on the island, which until
recently had held a water bottle that she’d had delivered. Now it was the
perfect size to hold something else.

“No more fun time for you,” Laura told him with a glare as
she lifted her phone up to where he could see it.

Adam tried to yell something but she shushed him but
flicking him in the chest hard enough to make him sit down. Two taps on the
screen showed him what had caused the sudden reversal in his fortunes: a video
of him balls-deep in a redhead whose name he hadn’t even gotten. She’d felt him
up for about ten seconds before hiking her skirt and bending over for him.

“What the fuck, who took that?” he yelled out before pausing
and backtracking: “What the hell? I’ve never seen-“

“Oh shut up!” Laura yelled back and he fell back again just
after he’d regained his feet.

“You never my ass!” she said furiously, “Don’t even bullshit
me!”

Adam yelled something but Laura completely ignored it,
fingers on her temples like she was chastising herself.

“No, no, I told myself I wasn’t going to do this.”

Adam took that as an opportunity to try and talk sense into
his girlfriend. Yeah he’d banged that chick, but it didn’t mean anything.  

“Hey just put me back full-“

“Get in the box.”

He looked at her, confused, but she just popped the lid off
the long cylindrical shipping container and laid it on its side.

“What?”

“You can get in the box,” she told him in a voice that would
not tolerate argument, “Or I’ll stuff you in it myself.”

“Laura I-“

“Get. In. The. Box. Last warning.”

As though to make her point better, her hand moved near him
and it was obvious she’d love to grab him and smash him against the wall. He
nervously looked at her face one more time, then inched toward the box. It was
evident he’d fit with room to spare if he laid down. It was even still lined
with packing foam.

“Laura-“

When her hand moved toward him he stopped talking with a
squeak and dove into the package.

“Hey wait I-!”

She didn’t care what he had to say, so Laura simply stood
the package vertical and slipped the lid on as his yelling changed from
confused to angry. Laura had to resist the urge to pick it up and shake it, but
she knew that wasn’t going to make her feel any better. Instead she grabbed the
bow she’d gotten earlier that day and carefully stuck it to the top of the
package.

“That’ll do for you, asshole,” she said before she stood and
went to her room to start packing.

Later that afternoon Laura was swinging by her mom’s house
to say goodbye before her big trip with her dad. And to give her a gift.

“Are you sure about this honey?” Addison asked her daughter,
“Spain is a long ways away.”

Addison, Addy to her friends, was Laura’s mom and had always
been her biggest advocate and best friend. This had included accompanying Laura
to the gym where Laura had gotten her toned figure, up until a few years ago.
Laura had kept up with the gym while Addy had let her divorce take her down a
few notches in self-esteem.

Now she had what was clearly a leftover workout body, plus
the thirty or so extra pounds that several years of sedentary lifestyle could
put on her. Gone were the days of her turning heads at the pool and she knew
it; a little belly here, a little extra on the arms…she spent too much time
beating herself up over how she was now and despite Laura’s attempts to cheer
her mom up the simple fact was the divorce had taken something big out of her.

It made her more than a little nervous that Laura was
leaving the country for three weeks on a vacation with her father. Not for her
daughter’s sake but more for her own. Her daughter had kept her sane while she
struggled to deal with being single again, and too nervous to mingle.

“It’s gonna be great mom,” Laura assured her mother, whose
hair was just starting to turn from blonde to occasional gray, “And you’re
going to be just fine without me for awhile. It’ll do you good!”

She gave her mom a brief hug, knowing how nervous this was
making her.

“Besides,” she confided, looking around as though she were
doing something very secretive, “I got you a present to keep you busy.”

In her hands was a cylindrical package, clearly marked as holding
a fancy water bottle but decorated with a pink bow.

“Uh, thanks?” Addy said as she took the package, which was
lighter than she’d expected, “It’ll hold a whole bottle of wine, right?” she
asked with a nervous laugh.

“It’s not really a water bottle mom,” Laura said back to her
as she checked her phone. Her dad would be there any minute to pick her up; she
was leaving her car parked at her mom’s while they were gone.

“So what’s-“

“No! Don’t open it!” Laura told her, putting her hand over her
mother’s, “Wait until tonight.”

Just on cue, her father’s pickup started coming down the
street. Laura double checked that she had all her luggage, then gave her mom another
hug. Part of her wanted to stay cryptic with her short explanation but her
mother hadn’t done well with surprises in a long time. She had to give her some
kind of explanation.

“Look, you told me awhile back you hadn’t gotten any since…well…”

“Young lady!” her mother admonished, but she only had
herself to blame. She’d drank too much that night and admitted too many of her
insecurities to her daughter.

“Well I want you to have a lot of fun with what’s in there,”
Laura said, ignoring her mother’s discomfort. Then she had an epiphany, and
leaned forward to whisper to her mother: “Just remember, he volunteered for
exactly what you want. And it’s part of the fun for him to act like he doesn’t
want to.”

Addy only had time to look at her daughter with confusion
before her ex-husband got out of his truck and all her thoughts fell apart.

“I love you honey, have a good trip!” she said quickly before
turning on her heel and almost running back into her home.

Laura sighed and hoped her mother would enjoy her gift. And
knew that Adam deserved everything he was about to get.

“Uh, ready to get going?” her father asked, and Laura nodded
as he helped her load her luggage.

***

That evening, Addy had already drank one bottle of wine. She’d
gotten stocked up in anticipation of Laura being gone, and also made the
forward-thinking decision to take several weeks off work as well. The
forty-five year old knew she needed to work on herself but had idea how to
actually go about it. But it sure wouldn’t happen at her job.

And she hated to admit how much merely seeing her ex-husband
had upset her. Even though the divorce had actually cut off a massive drag on
her life and had gotten her the house free and clear. Her friend Tina had been
encouraging her to use her newfound single status to go live it up.

“Man I hate that asshole,” she said aloud as she carefully
put the empty bottle into the trash.

She reached for another, but instead saw the package Laura
had given her earlier. She had sat it down earlier while upset and completely
forgotten about it.

“Well, it is tonight now, I guess.”

Instead of grabbing another bottle of Chianti she grabbed
the package. Something inside it shifted and she yelped in surprise, but didn’t
drop it.

“What is-“ she started to say as she took the top off carefully
and laying it on its side when she saw what it held.

“No fucking way,” Addy said, breaking her own usual rule
about bad language.

From the cylinder crawled a small blonde man, perhaps seven
inches tall but with chiseled enough muscles that he looked like an
overcompensated action figure. When he stood his cock hung low enough that she
could only assume at full size he’d be a great lay. And he looked familiar.

When he saw her he immediately covered himself and shrunk
down, clearly intimidated by her size.

“Uh, hi!” he yelled up to her, “You’re Laura’s mom, right? I’m-“

“You’re Adam.”

Her tone made it clear what she thought of him. He was more
than cute enough for her little girl, but she knew his type. Or thought she had;
from what Laura said he’d volunteered for this? He had to have, but that didn’t
match at all with the womanizing asshole she’d expected him to be.

He was talking, but she wasn’t paying attention.

“Yeah so I need you to-“

Holy crap! Is this real?

The little man kept making noise.

Why would Laura give him to me? Like this? Is this that
app thing?

“And then she-“

Geez he talks a lot. He volunteered for this? Doesn’t sound
like it.

“So you need to-“

Is he ever quiet?

When Adam finally realized Addy wasn’t paying attention he
stopped talking and waved his arms up at her.

He was gonna pretend he didn’t like it? Like...what?

Her face flushed when she realized what he’d probably
thought he’d shrank for.

“Hey! Are you listening to me?” Adam yelled upward, annoyed
that his bitchy ex-girlfriend’s mom was supposed to be helping him and she was clearly
not even thinking about him. “Hey! You gotta get me back to normal and then-“

Addison reached out and pushed him onto his back without a
second thought. She felt a rush of energy at how easy it was to shove him down.
At full size almost any man could push her around, but now? Overpowering Adam
was trivial.

And he…likes it? Wants to pretend he doesn’t?

Addy held one finger over his face to keep him from making
noise, then picked up her phone to call Laura.

She paused before she could start dialing, liking the
feeling of a little man squirming under her hand. It had been a long time since
anything remotely like that had been in her hand. Ideas of what she’d heard
people used Tiny Tinder for floated through her head and Addy put her phone
back down.

“So,” she took her hand off Adam’s mouth and he immediately
leapt to his feet, “You and Laura like this tiny fun stuff?”

“No!” he yelled back, “She-

“It was rhetorical,” she told him, eliciting another angry yell
and he tried to keep yelling at her.

Telling her what to do.

Using bad words.

Commanding her, like he owned her.

Like he’d owned her, the bastard that had fathered
Laura.

Like she owned him, now.

That’s right, I own him now! she thought with a
smile. Adam had just enough self-awareness to realize it wasn’t a friendly one.
At least until Laura gets back?

Mentally she shrugged and stood tall, looking down at the
little man and realizing the rush of power she felt was causing a rush
somewhere else too.

“It’s been a long time since anyone’s made me feel this way,”
she said to the little man on the counter.

She ran a hand up her blouse until she could cup her breast,
and Adam suddenly realized this was a lot more serious than he’d thought. There
was no talking or intimidating his way out of this. So he did the only thing he
could think of: he turned and ran.

Addy laughed as he sprinted past her wine collection and
snatched him up mid-stride.

“Oh Laura told me you like this game,” she told him as she
strode toward her bedroom, “And I want you to know I think I do too.”

“It’s not a game!” he tried to scream while her hand swung
him around, “It’s not a-“

Addison heard this and realized several things: Firstly, her
daughter had explicitly told her that he would pretend to not like it as a game.
Secondly, regardless of what those two had going on in their relationship-that-she-did-not-approve-of,
while he was shrunken she knew he was legally an object and hers to do as she would
with. And thirdly, even if none of that was true: she didn’t care.

For the first time in years, she had a fire between her legs
and this little guy was just the perfect thing to feed to it.

The blonde woman tossed her toy onto the bed harder than she’d
intended and giggled when he hit the headboard with a squeak.

“Sorry!” she said laughing, “Guess that wine hit me harder
than I thought!”

Adam’s ears were ringing from the impact but he straightened
up in time to see Laura’s mom pull off her blouse and undo her unflattering
bra. She was a far cry from the smoking hot blonde he’d been used to banging.
He glanced left and right, then darted toward the side of the bed, intending to
leap off and hide under the bed until she was too tired to keep searching for
him.

The mass of blankets shifted under his feet and Adam fell to
his knees with a scream just before Addy’s hand wrapped around his torso. A
terrifying laugh echoed from behind him.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Addy asked him
with a laugh as she rolled onto her back. From far above her body he could see
she still had her basic white panties on. A flick of her free hand and a lift
of her hips made them vanish and Adam screamed again.

“Oh, wait here!” Addison told him, setting him on the headboard.

The massive woman jumped off the bed as best she could,
making Adam’s perch wobble hard enough that he instinctively clung to it
instead of leaping off to try and make an escape. Moments later, after
rummaging through her dresser drawers, Addy turned around with a massive rainbow-colored
dildo in her hand.

It was so surreal that Adam froze in place until she slammed
it down next to him. Without even giving him a chance to move she scooped Adam
up with her fingers and held him against the silicon. He shuddered when he saw what
had to be an old stain on it.

“This is my old one, pre-Laura’s dad,” Addison explained
with a smile that was almost wistful.

Adam gagged when he realized how old that stain was.
Something tickled his leg where an ancient pubic hair had gotten caught by the silicon.
Looking up he could see the underside of the fake dick was still several inches
above him and could have used its own cleaning. Twenty years ago.

“I like feeling stuffed full,” she explained, making it clear
with her eyes that he didn’t measure up to what she used to fill herself with, “You
don’t quite measure up but it’s been a long time since I had this bad boy in me.
You’ll probably feel just fine.”

He was separated from the toy and dropped onto the bed. The
dildo was tossed back into the open underwear drawer. When he stood, fully intending
on running away, she crawled onto the bed and knocked him down with her knee
before rolling onto her back.

Adam stared, horrified, when Addy’s vagina stared at him
like a hungry monster.

“No wait-“

“Oh, I’m sooo sorry!” she laughed, watching him take in
something no man had seen in years, “I guess I forgot to shave!”

That wasn’t entirely true, but by today’s standards it might
as well have been. A trim bush greeted her new toy. Mostly trim. Perhaps trimmed
several months ago.

Her hand enveloped him as he begged for mercy, shaking
slightly. Adam interpreted it as eagerness. Addy told herself she wasn’t
nervous about masturbating for the first time in years. Even that very idea
that she was nervous about it made her angry and only reminded her of how much her
ex-husband had truly knocked her off of her own life.

Quickly she brought him back to her face. She needed a
moment.

“Now listen,” Addy told the little man as he tried to beg, “I
haven’t been with a man in years, so don’t disappoint me.”

“Wait! This isn’t some game! Laura didn’t this to punish me
and you gotta let me go! You gotta believe me!” he cried out.

Addy smiled at him, not sure if she believed him. But very sure
she didn’t care.

“Oh, I believe you!”

Her saying that made Adam’s panicked yelling all the more
sweet as she lowered him back down between her legs. Instinctively she spread
her legs and reached down, stunned at how wet she was already. It had been a
long time since she’d had the drive to touch herself but her left middle finger
traced her clit gently in a well-remembered motion, then spread her lips for
the first time in years.

She hissed in pleasure as a wildly swinging hand touched her
outer lips, struggling in vain to stop from being pressed further in. A second
hit her fingers and she smiled as she heard his cries crescendo.

“That’s it, fight me!” she whispered before pressing his
face against her clit for a moment.

But a moment was all she could make herself do. Anticipation
may make the act sweeter but it had been years.

The toy slipped inside of her with barely any resistance.
Years of weightlifting and careful meal planning was overwhelmed without any effort
by a horny cougar’s wrist. Adam’s best struggles were meaningless.

Addy cried out wordlessly as she was filled for the first
time in years. She shifted her grip from Adam’s torso to his legs to push him
further, unable to restrain herself from simply stuffing her canal full of boy.
When he bottomed out in her, pushing against her sensitive cervix, she mewled
in pleasure. Never had a man touched her there; only toys.

And when she was younger the toys weren’t nearly as fun as
this one was.

A small climax was approaching already; though her dildo
wasn’t being thrust in and out, it was squirming and pushing against her barely
touched walls in ways that nothing ever had before. No exploring finger could mimic
a little man’s panicking arms.

For the first time in years Addison came, a small precursor
that awoke something in Addison that hadn’t been present since college. It was
only a few seconds of clamping down on her toy, of electric shock. But it was
enough to awaken her.

Adam did his best to scream but was far past where it would
matter. Any movement simply pushed him against something soft and wet, any kick
was rendered meaningless by her grasping fingers. Any screams instantly filled
his mouth instead with her fluids. It wasn’t lost on him that he wasn’t
drowning, or hurt, or losing consciousness.

If it had been Laura holding his ankles he probably would
have enjoyed it. Instead….

“Let me go!” he tried to scream as he redoubled his efforts
and struck at anything his arms could reach.

Addy had just caught her breath from her first orgasm,
though small, in years. She hadn’t even started moving her toy herself, just
relished the feel of being stretched even a small bit. Then he started pushing
twice as hard as he had before.

Perfect!

His movements were too erratic to try and match with her own
thrusting rhythm but that made it even better for her: there was no rhythm to
get accustomed to. Instead Addy pushed and pulled him halfway in and out of her
canal as fast as she could make her wrist move, staying on the edge of ecstasy but
just conscious enough of what she was doing to not accidentally let him slip
out.

The second orgasm took much longer than the first to build
but was still far faster than all those she had never reached with her ex. By
the time she was writhing and kicking her legs again on the bed she was out of
breath and starting to sweat. She forgot to even stroke her clit as she came,
instead grasping at the sheets and half rising reflexively until her sweet surrender
ran its course.

Just as her abs and legs were about to cramp from sustained
contraction her orgasm released her, and before she could even be tempted to
continue she slipped her toy from her still-shaking pussy.

Collapsing backward she made sure to grasp Adam tightly as
she rode her afterglow. Her chest was heaving from the most effort she’d done
in years. Her legs shook, then quieted as she relaxed.

“Oh wow I missed that,” Addy said, bringing the little man
back up to where she could see him.

Adam was strangely exhausted; right now he could barely lift
his head to look at Addison. Not that he was sure he could at all. He’d never
felt so ashamed in his life. Or so tired, though mere moments ago he knew he
could’ve fought for his life for hours inside his ex-girlfriend’s mother.

It never crossed his mind that Tiny Tinder had a specific setting
for only semi-willing subjects.

“You better get your rest, little man.”

Addison sat up and walked to her dresser, sliding open her underwear
drawer.

I need to spruce this up, she thought as she saw
nothing but boring panties. With her legs still shaking slightly she realized it
had been far too long since she’d even been on a date.

Adam tried to yell something to her as she shut her drawer
on him but she wasn’t listening.

She was realizing in addition to updating her wardrobe she
needed to visit another store.

***

The following morning Addison went to the mall for the first
time in years. She’d woken up feeling more refreshed than she could remember, but
made herself not open her underwear drawer. She wouldn’t have been able to
restrain herself from spending the morning using her new toy, and she wanted to
be better prepared for round two. And three. And the weeks until Laura came
back.

If she even wants him back after all the time he’s gonna
spend in me, she thought as she walked past the food court.

With a latté in hand she walked past stores she didn’t
recognize, then others that she realized she’d been ordering online from for
years. It wasn’t crowded this early, not yet, so traffic didn’t slow her down
as she looked around. The internet had also told her that a particular store
was here, just around the corner from…

“Here it is,” she mumbled, taking a deep breath and focusing
on how good last night had felt. And how she’d felt just this morning from
having a little bit of power back into her hands.

So she stepped forward into the Tiny Tinder store.

“Hi!” the only staff member she saw said as she walked in. The
woman, teenager really, was surprisingly tall and skinny with short cut black
hair. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”

Addison’s courage almost failed her right then and there.

It must have been obvious on her face because the woman gave
her an oft-performed calming smile.

“It’s okay, we get a lot of people here for the first time
and I know it can be a little overwhelming.”

Addy let out a little nervous laugh.

“Yeah, um, I’m really not sure if-,” she started to say, about
to pretend she’d walked in accidentally.

“Yes you are. You came in because you heard about Tiny
Tinder and shrinking and wanted to try it out. Am I right?”

She sighed.

“Well yeah,” Addison admitted, “But only mostly.”

She steeled herself and let it all out in one big swoop.

“My daughter gave me her little boyfriend for three weeks
while she’s gone and I’m about ninety-nine percent sure it’s non-consensual but
also that was the best I’ve felt in a decade. So…”

The girl took it all in stride, surprisingly easily.

“Well don’t worry about the non-consensual part, once
shrunken they’re toys and no longer people-“ Addy nodded, relieved she’d learned
that part right, “and at least a quarter of our merchandise in here is for
those scenarios.”

Ella, per her name tag, looked around with a smile as though
to make sure no one was watching, then stuck out her tongue. Addison leaned
forward, sure she was supposed to get a closer look at her pretty silver tongue
ring-

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed when she realized what she was
seeing, “There’s a person in there!”

“No,” Ella said with her own giggle, “That’s a toy that’s
still convinced it’s a person!”

The two shared a laugh, Elise because she loved knowing her
former roommate was hating her position as cum-catcher, and Addison because if imprisoned-in-tongue-ring
was ‘fine’ here, then there was nothing she could do that would be too much.

“By the way,” Ella added, “If you ever get into tiny-stuffed
jewelry, make sure you get good pieces. I had one break and almost lost my current
tiny.”

Ella was incredibly helpful and surprisingly supportive. Since
it had been years since Addison had done anything sexually, and decades since
anything sexually exciting, she needed the help.

“Just toss in what you think I’m gonna want,” she eventually
said, laughing at the shirts and bumper stickers, and other trinkets. “I’ve got
three weeks and I’m up for anything.”

“Well in that case, I want to assure you I do not work on
commission,” Ella said matter-of-factly before she took the basket from Addison’s
hands.

Into the basket went several types of discs, one metal
doohicky, and some lubricant. Ella debated over several other items but
included an almost crescent shaped ‘base,’ a pair of shorts that almost certainly
would be too small, and finally a keychain. Panties and undergarments that she
was pretty sure she’d never actually wear.

“That’s it?”

Ella shrugged and nodded.

“If you don’t have any size control over the little guy,”
she pointed to racks closer to the far fall, “And aren’t about advertising your
conquests,” she pointed toward the center of the store, “This is probably the
best place to start.”

Ten minutes later, after a surprisingly tip-filled
conversation, Addison finally left the store. She knew she’d be back, especially
once she’d used Laura’s toy to its fullest and downloaded the app for herself.
And Ella had given her plenty of ideas.

Back home she knew the time for restraint was gone. She couldn’t
resist herself, not once she started unpacking all her new purchases.

A dildo disk, toy restraining panties, make-your-own plugs.
Other items she was only vaguely certain how they worked. All that on top of ‘traditional’
toys and lingerie she’d been all too happy to purchase once she realized how
powerful this was making her feel.

This first, she told herself as she sat the dildo
disk down onto the chair in front of the computer.          

Addy wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to be watching
but was determined to throw herself down almost any lane of debauchery she
could. Ella had insisted she at least try out some tiny-themed porn.

Then she went to the bedroom, where her underwear drawer was
open a bare quarter-inch. She giggled when she saw tiny hands straining to open
it further from within.

“Let me help you!” she told her toy, pulling the drawer open
far enough for light to blind him. He fell onto her old toy and rolled off,
then tried to dive under a pile of panties.

She snagged him easily.

“I hope you saved some energy for me!”

In the office his feet fit easily into the disk despite his
struggling, and two taps on the buttons sent a small electric shock through his
body that instantly forced him ramrod-straight.

Standing directly overhead, wearing a blouse she couldn’t be
bothered to remove and nothing else, Addy looked down and aimed herself
carefully.

“Don’t worry,” she told him sweetly as she adjusted her foot
position to squat more easily, “I’ll let you move once you’re in all the way. And
if you don’t want to there’s a setting for that too.”

His head entered her with more tension than last night but her
entire body weight helped her envelop him once more. She groaned as she felt
his shoulders spread her wider, then her lips grip around his narrower waist
and legs. Again he hit her cervix and she let herself sit entirely down with
wide-spread legs, pushing harder against her innermost regions. As a younger woman
she’d loved the sensation, to the point of bruising her cervix on several
occasions.

Addy forgot the computer was even there.

Automatically her hips started rocking forward and backward,
using his little body to stroke her insides once more. She leaned forward on
the desk with her forearms and began raising her hips up and down, riding her
toy. It was true he wasn’t as thick or long as her old favorite, but it had
been years since she’d put anything in there.

He was enough.

Again before she was even feeling it begin to build, a small
orgasm shot through her body and one hand raced downward to play with her clit
to make it last. The sensation passed quickly, too quickly, but had given her a
taste of how well the position worked.

Sitting down fully, she turned on her computer and typed in
the first porn-related address she could think of.

Then tapped the buttons on the dildo disk that would make
the captured tiny panic inside of her. She gasped as his arms began flailing in
all the right places. Only briefly did she wonder how, exactly, the disc made
the tiny panic and squirm and fight. Then she dismissed these thoughts; as long
as the toy worked, what did it matter?

Addison rode her toy up and down, grinding forward and back,
side to side, for an hour until her legs started to shake. She stopped trying
to even count the number of orgasms after four; soon they were continuous. Even
her legs shaking added to the sensations that filled her entirely, they just
made it feel like her chair was vibrating on top of everything else.

On screen dozens of videos flew by, almost all of them giving
her wonderful ideas of what to do with her own tiny. She reminded herself to
download the app for herself as well. Regardless of whether Laura would want
Adam back or not, her appetites were growing.

She came hard as a blonde on screen rode a massive boy-toy
just as she was now, except this blondie had him stuffed in her backdoor. The
next video showed a skinny teen with cat-ears playing with more tinies before stuffing
several into her pussy. A little woman was tied to a massive penis, clearly
unhappy about it, that then made its way into a cheerleader’s mouth.

All the while, Addison came in an endless wave of pleasure.
Her toy never tired, never stopped struggling. Never stopped being completely dominated
by her.

When she finally could take no more, Addy tried to stand all
the way. She succeeded part way; Adam slipped out of her overstimulated sex,
but they immediately gave out on her.

Addy screamed in surprise when she sat back down, a stunned
grin on her face.

Adam screamed and fought with all his strength. It was
impossible not to; the disc was shooting minute charges of electricity into him
and he barely had any control over his body. Time had no meaning for him but he
yelled out in relief when Addy’s clenching tunnel lifted off of him, blinding
him with light for the first time in an hour.

“Let me go you bi-!”

Immediately she descended back downward and another hole swallowed
him.

“Holy shit!” Addy said, looking down.

There had been a brief flash of pain, then a new sensation
that completely overwhelmed her. Her pussy was empty. Her backdoor had
something in it for the first time in her life. She’d stood just enough that when
she fell back down her well-lubricated toy had slipped directly up her asshole.

And continued squirming wildly.

A different type of orgasm shuddered through her already
exhausted body, and Addy made herself stay put until it ran its course. Then she
took a deep breath and tapped the disc until she found the right button, making
her toy hold ramrod straight.

On screen several men were taking turns shooting their loads
into a shot glass where a tiny redhead was struggling to stay afloat in the
discharge. The video’s title assured viewers that she was not toughened, and
that the ‘MILF’ nearby, keeping the waiting men busy, was soon to digest her.

“I got a plug base for you,” she said in the general
direction of her toy, breasts heaving as she breathed hard. “But I figured we’d
spend some time warming up to this!”

Whether he heard her or not was irrelevant. Addy thought
about pulling off, her stomach was demanding a sandwich, but her legs were
shaking hard enough still she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to. So she contented
herself with watching one more video of a redhead, clearly barely legal for
porn, walk around a mall in a short skirt, occasionally flashing the camera to
show off her girlfriend’s face that stuck out from between her labia.

Several minutes later her asshole was completely used to the
intrusion, but with great regret Addison stood carefully to fulfill some of
life’s other basic needs.

Adam, finally freed from the disk’s clutch on his ankles,
coughed and sputtered under near-boiling water as Addison washed him clean. She
left him at the bottom of the sink in the bathroom for a moment, then returned
with something in her hand and a smile on her face.

“So, I’m meeting a friend for dinner tonight.”

She waved the object above him and pointed to a depression
that was clearly intended to hold onto his ankles again.

“You’re riding along.”

He tried to scream but she didn’t pause as she slipped his
feet into the object once more, a bright pink curved piece of silicon with
several small buttons on the opposite site. Even in his panic he knew those would
do what the buttons on the other disc had forced him into. Instantly he was
proven right as she tapped one and he was forced ramrod straight by a shot of
electricity.

Purple lubrication dripped onto his face as he tried to whimper
in fear.

“I’d tell you to hold still,” she told him as she lowered
him between her legs, then parted her cheeks with her free hand, “But I really
don’t want you to.”

This time she slipped him inside much more slowly than
earlier. She’d never done any kind of anal so it was surprising how easily he
slid through her brown ring, even well lubricated. Several times she reflexively
clenched down on him, around his face, then shoulders, but once most of his
arms were engulfed the rest of him slid in almost automatically until only the
plug base that held his feet kept him from being completely swallowed.

When she stood it was briefly uncomfortable, so she reached
back and touched the middle button. Instantly he was released from his
perfectly straight position and given back control of his body. She didn’t need
him wildly flailing while she was driving to meet with Tina. But even without
being forced to move she felt Adam squirming and pushing against the walls of
her colon as any sane, anally-vored person would do.

I should’ve gotten on board with this when it first came
out! she thought ruefully as she slipped on one of her new pairs of panties
and a new top that would show off her cleavage. Addison hadn’t dressed to impress
like this in a long time and tonight’s girl’s night out was the perfect time to
start.

“New me!” she said with a giggle, wiggling her butt slightly
and smiling when her toy rocked side to side.

She smiled all the way to the restaurant, not even once
being tempted to succumb to her usual road rage. Adam wasn’t being forced to
panic and swing wildly like a good toy, he was just panicking like anyone
firmly seated in the rectum of a giantess would. Even when his little hands
tried to pry apart her sphincter from the inside she found herself smiling. A
gentle squeeze of her sphincter easily overrode his best efforts.

The girl at the shop was right, she thought, Anal
takes on a whole new meaning with a tiny.

She smiled when she scooted sideways to get out of her car,
making Adam fall against her colon walls, then struggle to recover. She smiled
with each step she took, feeling him rock side to side inside of her. She
smiled when she sat down in front of her best friend Tina for the first time in
months, driving him a little further inside her backdoor.

Tina greeted her cheerfully, not missing the genuine smile
on her friend’s face, nor the change in usual wardrobe.

“Addy!” she said when she saw her friend, pouring her a
glass from the bottle of wine she’d already had served, “Where have you been!”

Addy blushed, not sure what exactly to say. She looked
around and saw the restaurant was fairly busy, but they were in their own semi-private
corner booth.

“Who is he?” Tina stage whispered, “Did you finally go full
cougar and nab some college kid?”

“Well I-“

“Look at you!” Tina continued, “You look awesome! You look like
you finally kicked that old bag of crap out on the curb and got your boots back
on!”

“Well actually I did sorta meet a guy,” she admitted, “But
it’s not what you think.”

By the end of dinner Tina was barely able to keep her eyes
off of Addison’s belly. Now that she knew why Addy looked so much more
confident and had pep in her step again, she was envious. She’d only heard
stories about Tiny Tinder, and now her best friend had a living butt plug!

“I am totally jealous of you girl!” she said as the pair
rose, having paid the check and drained two bottles of wine. “You think I might
get one of these if I get that app too?”

Addison blushed again as they walked to their cars.

“Well actually, Laura did all the work on this one for me,”
she admitted, not quite ready to admit it was her daughter’s ex-boyfriend, and
he was massaging her colon in a less-than-consensual manner. “But I’m gonna
download it myself as soon as Laura gets back.”

“Wait, Laura, who is in Spain, gave you a full-time toy that
she’s technically in control of?”

“Pretty much!” Addy said, laughing when Tina gave her butt a
smack that made her toy jump as well.

It was dark by the time Addison was nearing home and she
felt better than she had in years.

“And it’s all thanks to you!” she said with a laugh, tapping
her navel and relishing the feeling of her toy’s renewed struggles.

Back in the house Addy made her way to the shower. Despite how
incredible everything felt, her body and holes were worn out. It had felt
perfect the entire time it was happening but during dinner with Tina she’d
started to realize she was sore for the first time since prom.

With near-scalding hot water running down her body she
reached behind herself and felt the base of her butt plug.

She took a deep breath and relaxed her backdoor as best she
could before pulling the plug out with a groan. It had started to hurt being
in, and it was very sore coming out.

But she missed the comforting frantic movements already.

Without a second thought she dropped the toy to the bottom of
the shower and gently nudged it toward the drain, where all the soap and body
wash would get him mostly clean before she took the actual toy cleaning solution
to him. Her mirror was covered in fog by the time she stepped out, and she
almost left the bathroom entirely to get dressed before she heard faint
yelling.

“Oh right,” she muttered as she leaned into the tub and
picked up her toy.

He was yelling something about ‘rights’ and ‘never telling
anyone.’ All of that stopped when she smeared the thick cleaner around him,
making sure to get it in his mouth and in the little holes that had held his
feet in the actual base. She may not have played with herself in years but that
didn’t mean she’d forgotten about good hygiene. His feet pulled out of the base
with a comedic ‘schluck!’ that only she appreciated.

When she was satisfied he was clean, Addison dropped the
little man into her underwear drawer again, this time making sure it was all
the way shut. It cut off his screams nicely when it slid closed.

Minutes later she was asleep, a deeper sleep than she’d
managed in years.

The following morning she awoke in a better mood than she
could ever remember. After relieving herself, she stumbled into the kitchen and
made a full pot of coffee, grumbling all the while in a way that Adam would
have recognized as the source of Laura’s own adorable morning grumpiness. Twenty
minutes, two cups of coffee, and a power shake later, Addison felt more like a real
person.

She texted Laura to let her know how much she was enjoying
her present, then poured herself a new cup of coffee. The kitchen table was
still littered with items she’d bought from the mall, and she poked her way
through them curiously. Now that she’d gotten her initial excitement over with she
was surprised at all the ideas still running through her head.

And not just with her new toy, though she picked up a
suction-cup device and fully intending to use it next Yesterday had also made
her realize just how many pleasures she was missing out on overall by letting
the divorce keep her down so hard.

“Hold still!” she said to the toy suction-cupped to the wall.
He kept falling down in a way that had to hurt his knees; he just wouldn’t hold
himself perpendicular to the wall like she wanted.

She reached down between her legs from her kneeling position
and did her best to grab hold of him. It was an awkward angle but she managed.
There was a squawk of pain, making her giggle, and she tugged gently on him. It
had to be very painful for him as his squawk turned to a genuine shout before
she let go.

“There’s no ramrod button on this cup,” she told him, “So
you better straighten out and aim yourself like a good toy or we can find out
just how super-tough that app really made you!”

Adam held back tears as he obeyed. He knew how tough it had
made him: he’d masturbated to dozens of videos of Tiny Tinder ‘players’ being
put through the paces. The suction cup his ankles were stuck in would break
before his ankles would, no matter how much he wished they would, giving him
some form of escape.

It was difficult for him, but he managed to straighten
himself out perpendicular to the wall he’d been stuck to. Just like a good
dildo should. He hated it more than anything but there was honestly no resisting.
She would just overpower him anyway.

Looking up he could see the horrible sight of Addy’s snatch
far too close to him. Despite his hate for it all, he reached out and grabbed a
tiny fistful of pubes in each hand to help stabilize himself. A tear fell as he
felt more than saw her entire body adjust slightly to get a better angle on
him.

“Good toy!” she said happily as she felt him adjust and aim
in just the right way.

Then she rocked her hips backward rapidly, not stopping
until she felt her large backside hit the wall.

She squeaked when she felt his arms try to stop his head
from hitting her cervix. All he managed was to simultaneously stimulate areas
of her that had rarely, if ever, been touched.

Good doggy, she thought as she tried to grind herself
to the wall.

Adam was doing a great job of hitting all the right places,
so Addy let him for a few seconds while she appreciated it and adjusted her
legs so that her ‘resting’ position was with him firmly seated to the hilt
inside of her. Then she started rocking back and forth to allow the full length
of her toy to slide almost free.

Just free enough that she could feel a little desperate hand
push its way out of her lips before she slammed back down. Each time he tried
it the sensation was bizarre enough that it rocketed her toward an orgasm
purely on its own; it was like being fingered at the same time as using the
greatest dildo ever. Carefully she leaned her right shoulder down to the carpet
and reached down to tickle her clit.

She let out a low laugh as the sensations took control.
While Adam panicked, she came hard.

Twenty minutes later Addison’s pussy still wanted more, but
the rug burn on her knees demanded a change of position. She fell forward and
onto her belly, grateful she hadn’t bothered to take her top off, and turned to
get onto her knees. With a sharp twist of the wrist the suction cup popped
free, and a simple slide mechanism released her toy’s feet.

He wanted to sigh in relief as his feet and ankles quit
hurting but he knew the relief would only be temporary.

When Adam was dropped onto the bed he tried to will himself
to his feet, to stumble in any direction until he could find shelter of some
sort. But his legs shook too hard and it was all he could do to get onto all
fours. At least until the bed shifted hard enough to knock him down again.

“Oh, you poor thing!” he heard Addison say above him, and he
looked upward to see he was between her legs again, far too close to her
unshaven snatch with her legs towering above him and a pair of stunningly
yellow spandex shorts between her knees.

Her face looked down at him full of a perverted motherly
love and concern. Then her hand reached down as well.

“Please, no more-“

Gently she slid him home, headfirst, until only his feet
remained. She was still very sensitive but it was far too early in the day, in
her vacation, to put him up yet.

Luckily the girl at the Tiny Tinder store knew exactly what
to do in those situations and had made several recommendations.

A small metal device slipped around his exposed feet, and
she waved a small disc past it until it showed her a green light. A second wave
made the light blink slowly. When he started squirming, oh-so-sweet and gently,
Addison sat the disc on her nightstand. His movements continued to massage her
insides at what she’d been assured was one-fourth of his normal speed.

Then she pulled up her spandex shorts and used their
perfectly adjusted crotch to push his legs the rest of the way in.

With a relaxed sigh she leaned back in bed and closed her
eyes. Even her sensitive insides could handle this type of movement for hours.

“We’ve got all day,” she said as she patted her mons.

After twenty minutes of his slow, deep movements Addy felt
herself close enough to orgasm that it took less than ten seconds of rubbing
her clit to send her over the edge. It was small, but enough to get her
strongest urge out of the way and to let her focus.

“Guess that’s what they mean when they say post-sex clarity?”

Despite just cumming, when Addison crawled out of bed she
shuddered in pleasure again.

Then clad in only her skintight shorts and baggy shirt, she
walked back out to the kitchen.

Addison looked around her house and felt as though it were
the first time in a long time that she’d really looked at it. The sun seemed a
little brighter, the coffee smelled a little fresher. Her pussy clenched again
making her giggle with the small orgasm.

With a fresh cup of coffee in hand, Addison threw open her
windows and proceeded to clean her house. Anything that still reminded her of
her ex-husband was dropped in the bin, and even after years it was surprising how
many things there were.

She had a small orgasm as she threw out a blender that she
never used. Adam stroked her perfectly as she decided she really, truly, hated
the discount toaster that she’d been stuck with. He rubbed her sensitive walls
as she realized she even hated the trash can she still had. Before she knew it,
she was hauling things out to the curb and smiling the whole way.

To reward herself she sat down on the couch and scooted her
coffee table close enough that she could put her feet on it. Careful to keep
her prize from slipping out, she peeled her shorts off. A moment’s fishing let
her grasp the metal ring around Adam’s ankles and –

“Oh I better go get that thing,” she said aloud before
waddling carefully to her bedroom. It was almost a fun game to take several
steps, feel him start to slide outward, then squeeze her kegels to bring him
back inside. When she’d retrieved the controller she returned to the living
room and put her feet up once more.

This time she let herself relax until she could see his feet
start to wiggle out of her.

Wow that’s hot, she thought.

Then she passed the little control disc near his encircled
feet again. The first pass showed her a green light once more. A second made it
blink slowly again, and a third pass made it blink more quickly.

Instantly she was rewarded with Adam’s movements returning
to full speed, and she put both feet up on the coffee table in a perverted
mockery of a doctor’s exam table.

Her fingers shook as he did his work, and while her left
hand made sure he didn’t slip out, her right hand manipulated the television
remote and her tablet to do one of the few things she knew how to make happen with
today’s technology. The bigger screen mirrored her tablet’s almost
automatically, and she skipped even typing in a porn website name.

The search engine Gargle showed her millions of results for
the keywords ‘little man’ and ‘vagina,’ so she fine-tuned it by adding ‘unwilling.’

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said as she grasped
Adam’s legs and started pulling him out slowly, before sliding him back in.

While the television, via her tablet, cycled through images
the likes of which she’d never imagined, Addison drove her toy in and out of
herself until her wrist started to cramp and her legs were shaking.

When she was finished with him she leaned back and relaxed, relishing
the afterglow and not attempting to stop her toy from slipping out of her. She
giggled when she heard him hit the floor and resolved to make sure she cleaned
him well.

Then promptly fell asleep.

Adam fell to the ground in an exhausted heap. It was short
carpet and he didn’t fall far, not that a further fall would have harmed him regardless.
He rolled onto his back and looked upward, trying to catch his breath and sure
that his hell would resume any moment now. Instead her legs retreated from his
sight and further onto the couch.

Sounds of shifting came from above and he was sure he’d see
her face any moment, ready for round three. Or four. Or eighty-seven.

Instead the television continued playing a video of a small
redhead swallowing a tiny screaming brunette whose legs were carefully wrapped
by dental floss. He took advantage of the silence to look at the device around
his ankles and found there were no obvious markings for how to free himself.
But a glance to his right showed him the control disc where it had fallen on
the carpet as well.

Carefully he dragged himself closer. When he was able, he
pushed his legs onto the plastic and held them there. He was only familiar with
the device in general, and never any version like this, but after five seconds
he was rewarded with a fast triplet of flashing green lights and his ankles
were freed.

“Yes!” he cheered silently.

As Adam struggled to his feet and started stumbling toward
what he guessed was the front door, the redhead on the television pulled the
brunette back out of her throat and dangled her in front of the camera. She
repeated this act several times, making sure the viewers knew the brunette was
clearly not willingly along for the ride.

By the time Adam was able to see the front door, and felt
his breath returning, the redhead pulled back an empty string and burst out laughing.
Then she tied the string carefully around another young woman who clearly knew
exactly what had happened to the girl before her. At full size Adam would have
been masturbating furiously to the video but now he didn’t even want to watch;
it felt far too up-close and personal.

He glanced back toward where he thought Addison was sleeping
and couldn’t see any movement. Faint sounds of rhythmic breathing were audible
but no signs that she was awake or looking for him.

The front door itself towered in front of him and he knew
there was no way he could get to the mail slot on his own. But placed next to
the door were several dozen shoes. At full size Adam was a semi-serious
weightlifter who benefited more from genetics than discipline, but these shoes
moved surprisingly easily and he didn’t have far to climb.

Three shoes stacked roughly on each other made enough of a
mound for Adam to climb, putting him within leaping distance of the mail slot. A
pullup easily got him high enough and his tiny hand was able to slip under the
metal piece, opening it enough for him to squeeze his head through. One plus on
being made super-tough by the Tiny Tinder app was that normally the metal
should have scratched him terribly; instead he felt the sharper bits slide
right over his skin as he shoved his way through.

Sunlight blinded him but Adam let out a cry of triumph.

Tina shut her car door, then carefully readjusted her purse
when it threatened to fall off her shoulder. She looked at her best friend’s
house and realized she hadn’t been there in quite a long time. Nor had anyone
with a lawnmower. It was only starting to be spring but Addison’s once-mighty
landscaping was clearly already being neglected.

“That asshole really messed her up,” she said aloud as she
walked toward her friend’s front door.

Their meeting yesterday had been an excellent time in
general, and her revelation of her new tiny toy stunningly exciting. But more
than that it had made Tina realize she needed to help her friend out of her
funk. And that would start with a spring…

“Cleaning.”

Tina paused as she looked at the pile of things by her
friend’s front door.

“Guess she got a good head start.”

As she approached the door, Tina heard something in the
distance. She paused and cocked her head sideways, trying to determine what it
was. On an instinctive level the sound bothered her.

Somebody in trouble?

Then her ears zeroed in on the source of the sound and she
saw the seven-inch tall man waving his arms to desperately get her attention.

Her first instinct was to be stunned; she’d heard of
shrunken people, via a phone hookup app. She’d seen videos, more than she’d
ever admit, of what they were used for. But this was her first sight of one in
person.

Luckily this one seemed to take her expression as a ‘caring’
sort of stunned, rather than running for a hiding spot as he should have.

But Tina adapted quickly, immediately guessing who this
little one was. And who he belonged to. Carefully she knelt down and held out a
hand in what she hoped looked like a comforting manner.

“Oh my gosh! Who are you? What happened?” she asked, hiding
her excitement.

He yelled something at her as he ran toward her, and she
almost heard a name, but his cock bounced interesting as he ran and distracted her.
Then he was close enough for her to grab and she gently picked him up.

“You gotta help me this woman inside she-“ Adam was saying
rapidly, hoping this new woman would rescue him. He didn’t care what she was
doing there at all, she had to help. He kept talking as fast as he could until-

The little man wouldn’t shut up, but Tina could barely take
her eyes off him long enough to open the door. Which was good; he started panicking
when he saw her familiarity with the house. And that she was clearly going
inside.

“No! Wait no! You gotta get me away from-“

Tina ignored whatever he was saying. He was cute for sure,
but he also belonged to her best friend and she wasn’t a poacher. So he was
deposited on the kitchen island while she looked for her friend.

“Oh.”

Her friend wasn’t far at all; she was passed out in an obvious
cum-coma on the couch. On screen there was still a series of random porn videos
playing that Addy had clearly been enjoying. Currently a schoolgirl was
pretending to be surprised by her ‘teacher’ who was only four inches tall on
her desk.

“Hey! Addy!” Tina said, grabbing her friend by the shoulder
and shaking her lightly.

Addy awoke with a start and sat up fast. When she saw it was
Tina she relaxed with a laugh.

“Tina! Holy cow, I totally forgot you were coming over
today!”

She ran a hand through her hair and stood, completely forgetting
she was still bottomless. Tina got a hug before Addy realized.

“Oh! Be right back!” she said, turning and running to her
bedroom. Moments later she returned wearing a pair of jeans.

Addy was apologizing for falling asleep, too surprised to
remember everything else that was happening. On the television the schoolgirl
had decided she better hide her shrunken teacher, for safety. In her underwear.
Adam himself, ironically, had loved this video when he was full sized. Now he
didn’t even try to watch it as he looked over the side of the kitchen island, trying
to work up the courage to leap even though he knew the fall wouldn’t hurt him.

“By the way,” Tina said to her friend as she watched the
teacher be concealed, ‘accidentally’ slipping far lower than the girl had
intended, “Your toy must have slipped out the mail slot, I caught him trying to
flag down help.”

Addy turned pale and she put a hand over her mouth.

“Oh no! Laura would’ve been so mad if I lost her toy!”

“Well no harm done, but next time don’t fall asleep lol,”
Tina said.

“Did you just actually say ‘lol’?” Addison asked as she
grabbed Adam just as he was about to leap. He squawked in her hand, but she
ignored him and walked toward her bedroom to put him away in the toy drawer.

Tina followed.

“Well yeah, all the kids say stuff like that. ‘Lol,’ ‘cringe,’
‘bae.’ If you’re going to get back out there you gotta learn the language,
girl!”

“Get back out there?”

The two women talked for hours once they’d made sure her toy
was secure. They talked as they cleaned, both of them making up for lost time.
Tina loved helping her friend refresh her home, while Addison relished the time
with her friend. The afternoon flew by, and by the time they were done they
were both exhausted.

“Stay for dinner?” Addy asked, sure she had some pasta she
could whip up, and knowing there was plenty of wine for the two of them.

“I can’t,” Tina said regretfully as she packed up her purse,
“Dan and I are trying out that new fusion place near the mall. And speaking of,
you gotta get back out there! When’s the last time you went on a date?”

Addison paled, trying to remember one that wasn’t with her
ex-husband.

“Got some full-sized dick?”

She shook her head and Tina sighed.

“Addy, you gotta get out there. Go prowl near campus, pick
up some kid that thinks he knows what he’s doing, and rock. His. World.”

With that said, Tina left her friend nervously speechless
and shimmied out the door.

“She’s right,” Addy said to herself, remembering how much
she’d enjoyed boys when she was in college. Before her Ex.

Then she remembered how long it had been since she’d put
anything remotely phallic in her mouth that she didn’t intend on biting off.

With that thought in mind she didn’t even bother changing
from her relaxed cleaning clothes before she grabbed her own purse and aimed
herself at the near-campus bar scene.

Adam screamed when the drawer was jerked open and her
massive hand wrapped around him once more. He’d managed something like sleep
but she haunted his every thought.

“Hold this for me!” she told someone before tossing Adam
into the air.

His scream stopped mid-octave when someone else’s hand stopped
him.

“What’s this for?” a man’s voice asked. A young man’s voice.
Adam’s eyes hadn’t adapted yet to the light, and just as he was about to make
out his new captor’s face the lights went out again.

“He’s gonna fill whichever hole you don’t want,” Addison
said just before there was the distinct sound of clothes hitting the ground.

The obviously college-aged kid holding him stammered out
something, then let out his own surprised sound as Addison grabbed his belt and
deftly removed it. Adam couldn’t see what was happening but from the sounds his
giantess kidnapper was going down on the new guy.

“Get these off!” she told him after the sound of suction, “And
get over here!”

“Yes ma’am!” he replied, knocking Adam’s head against his
belt in his haste to disrobe.

It was chaotic as the kid rapidly got undressed but Adam
recognized how Addison’s hand felt around him when she took him back.

“Doggy?” she asked, and Adam heard an affirming grunt.

His eyes were adjusting back to the light and from what he could
see, Addison was on her hands and knees on the bed, her face uncomfortably
close to his body but not looking at him. Behind her a man was crawling up,
clearly about to penetrate.

“Cum in me,” she told him, “I got my tubes tied ten years
ago.”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

Both she and her partner groaned together and Adam guessed
that meant the show had really begun. And he didn’t miss that she was now
kneeling more forward and bouncing rhythmically. Nor that she was holding him with
both hands. In front of her mouth.

He screamed as she opened her mouth, but her one-night-stand
didn’t hear.

Addison dropped her mouth around her toy, determined to relive
at least part of her college glory days.

Still counts as two! she told herself as she plunged
her lips around Adam.

The boy behind her plunged in and out with almost rabid intensity
while she pretended her toy was a real man. She took him as deep as she could and
forced him straight past her annoyingly returned gag reflex. His squirming arms
didn’t help at all in terms of her trying to remember how to give a good
blowjob, but it did make her feel twice as hot.

When she came she knew it was more from the situation than
the boy’s best efforts; he did his best and had the energy of youth but she’d
just spent several days with the world’s greatest toy. Picking up a guy at the bar
was just a refresher on working her own sex appeal.

Hot seed flooded her womb for the first time in forever, and
that shot her past a second orgasm before she even realized it had started. Each
squirt felt like it ricocheted inside of her and started its own chain reaction,
but it was over far too soon. Even a young guy had his limits and the three
distinct shots she felt were his.

She groaned when he pulled out of her, and rolled onto her
back to look up at him as he almost sheepishly crawled off the bed. He was
grinning but now that he’d shot out his hormones directly into her it seemed
his more rational head was returning.

“That was great, but uh-“

He paused, then started pulling on his pants.

“You were good,” she reassured him as she slid her toy down toward
her snatch, “But let’s not pretend this wasn’t just a one-time thing.”

He paused again, not sure how to take that.

“It was fun, and an Uber will get you back downtown before last
call,” she added.

The exit may have been awkward for what’s-his-name, but
Addison barely noticed.

Adam screamed as she dragged him down her torso. There was
no doubt what she was about to do.

Before her hookup had left the house he heard her moan again.
He didn’t hear the little toy’s scream as he was slid face-first into her pussy,
still freshly full of his load.

***

Two weeks later Laura was due back at any minute.

The time had flown by in a blissful haze for Addison, whose
rediscovered sex drive had brought her out of her shell in the best way
possible.

For Adam it was pure hell. At best he was left in the
pitch-black darkness of her underwear drawer. At its worst he was used to masturbate
after an unprotected hookup. And as Addison grew more confident these grew to
almost nightly occurrences. Adam began to miss his time as a plug; at least
there it was uneventful and it seemed he was forgotten at times.

“Mom, I’m home!”

Adam’s heart leapt when he heard those words. He was
currently tied up in a pair of panties and stuffed in a gift bag hidden under
brightly colored paper.

I’ll never cheat again, I’ll never look you in the eyes
again, you’ll never see me again, I’ll never cheat again, I’ll- he repeated
his lines over and over, more than prepared to debase himself to Laura when she
returned him to full size.

The two women talked for hours, it seemed, about Laura’s vacation
and how much more ‘alive’ Addison looked.

“You know,” Laura said as she pulled the gift bag over to
herself, very aware of what was in it, “I really hope Adam learned his lesson
about cheating. But I’m also glad you got the benefit, Mom, you really do look
amazing.”

Adam would have yelled out about how much he learned to
never ever cheat again, but the bag stopped moving suddenly.

“You know,” Addison’s voice rang out, “Actually I think I
have a few more lessons to teach him. I didn’t realize this was about cheating.”

In the bag Adam tried to yell for mercy, but the ribbon wrapping
his head didn’t allow it.

“Mom, I really didn’t intend on keeping him shrunk forever,
I just wanted to punish the little rat bastard.”

Laura really hadn’t thought about letting Adam stay shrunken
forever, though part of her whispered it was appropriate for cheating on her.
She’d actually enjoyed the thought of seeing him occasionally around town and
watching him be too scared of her to meet her eyes.

Her attitude on tinies in general had shrunk as well. It
turned out in Europe shrinking was a much bigger deal and the language barrier
had gotten Laura numerous fun snacks on their trip. She was actually pretty
sure a cutie from Barcelona was still stuck in her stomach.

But someone she knew?

Her mother started sliding the gift bag back toward herself.

“How about just another day or two?” she suggested, meeting
Laura’s eyes and giving her daughter a wink.

They both knew what ‘a day or two’ meant.

Laura leaned back, not quite returning the wink. Addison gave
her daughter a stronger look. The intensity grew until the daughter could not
withstand the will of the mother.

“Another day or two,” Laura agreed.

Adam screamed.

By that Wednesday, Laura had forgotten all about Adam.

By that Friday, Addison had almost forgotten he was a
person.