Matthew shifted in his bus seat, bored from the ride already. If he had been told a few months ago that he would be used to the view of skyscrapers and thousands of people and cars surrounding him he would have laughed. Now his twenty-minute bus ride was less a scenic tour and more a boredom inducing crawl through traffic. Even watching the variety of characters that came on the bus had gotten routine.

Weird what someone can get used to, he thought idly as his stop came closer. Memory flooded through him.

He shifted again to hide his erection, not that anyone was watching. The other citizens of Old York were great at minding their own business for the most part. There were always strange characters and more than once he was sure he’d seen couples out on Tiny Tinder dates; it was exciting to see a woman smile with another tiny person sitting on their shoulder. But for the most part it was surprising what could be seen right next to oneself if you looked hard enough.

Thoughts returned of his own time as a tiny toy. At first he’d been a slave to his hormones, then his sister. Matthew’s face grew red as he remembered his first experience, then tracked his slow downfall from an angry slave to a not-quite-willing participant. He’d been masterfully manipulated but couldn’t find it in himself to be angry.

It was certainly true he was only in Old York to fulfill a moronic deal with his sister. And it was also true that he enjoyed his shrunken time more than he’d ever admit to anyone.

But it was most importantly true that the fundamental nature of that deal had changed recently. Much for the better.

Weeks ago things between Taylor, her equally hot roommate Becca, and Matthew had escalated an alarming amount. Whether it was the feeling of power finally getting to Taylor, or Becca needing to see just how far things could go, yet another night of thoroughly using Matt for sexual gratification had ended differently. More permanently, in a way that had actually terrified Matt.

Against his will, not that it mattered, Matt had found himself encased in a see-through silicone dildo. The lingerie models had loved it for an evening, then morning had arrived.

Taylor had carefully cut him free while Becca watched, and Matt got the feeling they’d had a long talk about him where he couldn’t hear. As the dildo had been peeled free from his tiny immortal body he’d sucked in lungful after lungful of wonderful air while seeing something he’d never seen before: Taylor looking embarrassed and guilty.

“I’m gonna give you a choice,” she’d told him as he was brought back to regular size. Becca had given him an appraising look-over while she drank her coffee and Matt couldn’t quite bring himself to look her in the eye. He’d been inside her dozens of times and was currently naked and cold in the kitchen. The dynamic was strange in that moment.

Matthew’s sister beckoned with a finger and he followed her into her bedroom.

The bus stopped suddenly, shaking Matt from his reverie. Nervously he checked his surroundings but his bag was still in place between his feet and he knew he had three stops to go. Once the new passengers had settled the bus moved on.

In Taylor’s bedroom she had given him an ultimatum. It seemed the sight of him encased in silicon had made her feel a little guilty. A step too far, she’d called it. Which was rich considering everything else she’d done to him. But Matthew wasn’t about to interrupt this extremely rare apology.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” she’d told him as she laid out a change of clothes. Sandals he recognized were tossed on the floor and her phone landed on her bed with a familiar app open already. In a testament to how many times he’d seen her naked, and his pre-shrunken aversion to incest (it didn’t count if he was a toy) that he didn’t even bother checking her out as she stripped naked in front of him.

“You can walk out of here,” she’d said, “And I’ll consider our deal done. No more shrinking. Not even if you beg. In this town I’ll find another toy.”

Matthew had barely stopped himself from turning around and leaping out of her room. Curiosity stopped his feet. It had nothing to do with the sight of her pulling her thong down her long, toned legs.

“Or you can shrink yourself down. I’ll give you a lot more freedom,” she promised, “But I think we both know you’re enjoying this.”

Taylor had turned and walked toward the shower, then looked over her shoulder at him one last time.

“If you shrink down, get in my sandals for me. I’ll celebrate our new arrangement by walking all over you for the day.”

And then she’d vanished.

Walk away, Matthew thought, unaware of Becca leaning around the corner and watching him with one finger down the front of her shorts. Walk away, go enjoy the town, go live a normal life and-

And his hand reached out toward her phone. In an instant he felt the world growing around him until once more he was barely taller than the sole of Taylor’s sandals.

Damnit! he thought, both angry and accepting of himself. Just admit you like it!

 “It’s not too late,” he said to himself as his body automatically climbed onto her sandal, “Climb back up there, grow big, and get away.”

But his body had different plans. The thought of Taylor walking all over him was hypnotic and intoxicating. He wasn’t into feet at all and Taylor knew it. Which was why this was perfect. The sudden idea of actual freedom seemed too daunting, and he knew Taylor was good for this new agreement.

“Whatever she really means,” he muttered as he laid down, then scooted sideways.

A small flap in the sandal opened for his feet and he wiggled in. A clear layer of plastic would soon be over top of him and snap shut; without someone else’s help he would never get out of these sandals. He’d be completely at his sister’s mercy.

Again.

With a raging erection at the thought of how humiliating this was, Matthew had climbed inside her sandal.

Pulling himself from his daze, Matthew slung his backpack over his shoulder and stood. It was heavy and full of books but compared to Taylor’s walking weight it felt like nothing. The brakes squealed as the bus slowed, and Matthew hopped out at his stop. It was still a two-block walk to the apartment, but it would give him time to think.

Reliving that fateful afternoon made him walk faster than usual with excitement. What would happen when he got to the apartment today?

After climbing in her sandal he had been completely stuck, barely able to move at all and completely unable to escape. Taylor had come out of the shower and spared her sandals a glance as she got dressed. She smiled down at him briefly in what seemed to be relief, then her foot had blocked out Matt’s sight. That was the last she gave him any attention for hours.

That afternoon he hadn’t seen anything other than flashes of light as her foot lifted and she walked through downtown Old York for hours. Her titanic weight had smashed him flat and let his body snap back into place more times than could be counted; now that he was less terrified and forced into the situation Matt found himself enjoying the bizarre sensations more and more. The near-pain was almost exhilarating.

Especially when they’d gotten home. He discovered that Becca had been on the shopping trip with them the entire time only when their roommate commented on how she needed to get a little tiny toy of her own.

“You’ve got a brother, don’t you?” Taylor had asked her as she pried Matthew out of her insole. “I’d nail Eli in a second.”

Becca had laughed at first, but in the moments before Taylor lowered him below her skirt he heard the laugh turn thoughtful.

Then his sister had used him for hours, leaving him in her snatch as she slept, her body’s simple act of relaxing being far too much resistance to ever overcome. It had been the first night of their new arrangement and in a way it had felt freeing even as he chose to remain her toy. Even as her body remained the perfect prison.

Finally in front of his building, Matthew paused and looked upward. Someday he was going to figure out which window was their shared apartment; he could see at least thirty different apartments.

The first day of his freedom had been incredible. He’d used some of his saved-up money to see as much of the city as possible, and on the way back to the apartment he’d seen advertisements for a small college that focused on art design. On a whim he’d hunted the school down and joined a tour group. The very next day he applied and was accepted.

College was surprisingly fun for him; he hadn’t been able to hang out with people his own age (at their own size, at least) for months. The classes were difficult but stimulating and he found that his natural drawing ability could use some work. Real work. But he was surrounded by people with the same passion as him.

Mostly.

No one knew that he spent a good part of most evenings literally up to his eyeballs in his sister or their equally hot roommate, Becca.

His time as a toy continued and now that it was somewhat by choice he found he was enjoying it more and more. Especially since the women that he lived with were surprisingly considerate. He actually got to live a somewhat normal life. He actually got his own time, which was important now that he had homework, studying, and was carving himself a social life in the new world of Old York.

Matthew had even, finally, gotten laid. He didn’t miss the humor as he climbed the stairs upward. The only reason he was in Old York at all was because he’d been so desperate for sex that he’d matched with his own sister on a hookup app. This entire adventure had started with his pursuit of sex and now that he had earned it on his own he was still happily going home to be a sex toy.

All that time squirming around in Taylor did me good though, he told himself as he reached the door to his apartment. The memory of Amy’s squirming body under his combined with her moans caused his cock to leap to attention yet again. Not only had he lasted far longer than he’d expected for what was technically his first time, he’d left Amy with her legs shaking and eagerly awaiting their next date night. Or an empty classroom.

Do I get to sleep in my own bed tonight? Matthew wondered, not sure if doing so would make him happy or sad. He was getting so used to being in or on somebody’s body it was becoming strange to spend a night not encased in one of his roommate’s orifices. It beats being dropped in a toy drawer but I’d be lying if I wasn’t getting used to the sound of someone’s heartbeat.

With that thought in mind he turned the handle into his apartment.

Taylor and Becca were busy in the kitchen already, immediately visible from the front door as they tag-teamed yesterday’s dishes.

“Hey bro!” Taylor said brightly as she stacked plates.

Becca gave him a quick smile then returned to scraping off the remains of burnt-on pie from a pan. Her arm movements made her breasts move hypnotically.

“Hey,” he said to the pair, not sure to expect tonight. Becca had been working quite a bit out of town lately and Taylor’s use of him had been extremely varied. He was sure Becca would want him tonight; he hadn’t even realized she was back in town.

Oddly, he felt the urge for an early night and to focus on homework. The girls had other plans.

“My phone’s on the table,” Taylor told him as he shrugged off his backpack. It went onto a hook in the hallway closet.

“Look,” he said, not sure how to proceed. In the past weeks he had much more time full-sized and freedom in general, but refusing Taylor had still never worked. She’d just been quietly more respectful of his needs.

“I was thinking maybe we take tonight off?”

Becca and Taylor burst into giggles.

“Just do it and get strapped in, eighth of an inch,” Taylor replied, not bothering to look at Matt. Her voice said she thought the very idea of him getting a break was hilarious. “Tonight’s a big night, we’ve got a lot planned.”

Becca turned from her pie pan and crossed her arms. A wry smile crossed her face but Matthew couldn’t help but feel something strange was going on. Strange for their bizarre relationship, even.

“Uh, okay….” he said nervously, not sure how to interpret Becca’s silent gaze. The woman was incredibly beautiful but he’d been inside her in ways that shouldn’t have been possible. So she was only half as intimidating as she thought she was. Right now she was merely bewildering. Becca was never quiet.

It still felt odd to strip down in front of her, but Matthew pulled his clothes off and set them in an orderly pile next to the kitchen island. Taylor’s phone was indeed on the island next to a small jewelry box. Its top was open and Matt could see a tiny silver sphere inside but couldn’t make out any details on its surface.

A few practiced taps set Tiny Tinder to shrink him down, slightly slower than usual. As soon as he felt his body start to change Matt began the process of climbing onto the island; almost before he could get his knee onto it he was three feet tall. By the time he was completely on he would have looked up at a bottle soda.

Several jogging steps brought him closer to the jewelry box and just as the box came up to his knees he leapt onto it.

The padding accepted his new weight easily and he walked toward the ball. Its detail was surprisingly sharp even at this height, but Matthew rolled his eyes when he saw the harness. It was obvious what Taylor had meant about strapping in.

Moments later Matthew was locking his ankles into the bottom straps. Whoever had designed this contraption had thoughtfully designed it to be easy to lock oneself into; a firm push with the back of his wrists caused the mechanism to trigger and wrap tightly around his forearms. Spread eagle and incredibly small, he looked up and saw Becca give him a faint approving glance before turning back to the dishes.

“Uh, hey! I did the thing!” he yelled upward, knowing it was futile but feeling like he should at least try.

Instead the two massive models ignored him until their job was done.

Finally, just as Matthew started feeling cold and awkward (though the shrinking process kept him from feeling the pain of his uncomfortable position), Taylor turned and looked down.

“I think this is gonna look great,” she said to Becca, who was busy drying her hands. Matthew was an item now, no longer a person as far as the women were concerned. “Are you ready?”

Becca nodded and the two leaned over Matthew’s form. Daintily Taylor’s fingers encompassed Matthew and his tiny prison, pulling it from the jewelry box. Through her fingers his vision was narrow and came only in flashes; he had a vague sense of heat and humidity.

Becca stuck out her tongue and carefully felt along the underside with her fingertips. It was a little sore from her piercing earlier in the day but the artist had done his job well; just as the woman had promised the stud was removed easily.

“Okay, hold still!” Taylor said excitedly.

The blonde ignored her friend’s drool as she aimed the new tongue ring. Carefully it went through the new hole until she could feel the post at the bottom, then she quickly secured it with its tiny butterfly backing.

When Taylor’s fingers retreated Matthew couldn’t help but laugh. He hadn’t been sure what was going on but he was pleasantly surprised to be in Becca’s mouth. He’d been sure tonight was looking to be boring as an earring.

Through massive, pearly white teeth he could see his sister’s beaming face. Then the lips closed and his ears popped as Becca swallowed.

“I still can’t believe you got pierced!” Taylor said. “Does it still hurt?”

Becca nodded, feeling her new stud and jewelry along the back of her teeth.

“Not as bad,” she admitted, “When you said we should go out and celebrate I was sure I wouldn’t be up for it.”

As the two spoke Matthew’s ears rang. Their casual conversation was louder than a jet engine, and every casual flicker of Becca’s tongue felt like a roller coaster designed by a particularly sadistic engineer. It didn’t help at all that she was habitually rolling the stud against her teeth to get a feel for it, causing Matthew to be sandwiched between her teeth and the jewelry.

It wasn’t painful. But it wasn’t fun either.

Suddenly Matthew’s vision was filled with light as Becca opened her mouth wide.

Ahead of him she could see her looking into a mirror. She’d changed into a light blue sweater from what Matt could see, but she was currently occupied with her tongue ring. At full size this sight would have sold a million magazines but Matthew was so used to her it was comical instead.

“A-a-ing!” she said, clearly thrilled with her newest piercing. Then she giggled and waved to Matt. It was an odd sight; he felt like he was strapped to a rock in front of the cave that was her bottomless throat. f

He gave her an awkward smile back, then laughed as she made a stroking motion in the air. Her pantomime caused the invisible cock to cum on her tongue and her laughter doubled before her mouth closed.

“Let’s roll!” she called to Taylor, grabbing her jacket and putting on her favorite pair of heels.

It had been some time since Becca had used him, he realized as the world became dark and humid. Light shone in for a moment as a mint was tossed into her mouth, then her lips closed again. She’d been out of town a lot for work lately, which was a good sign in the modeling world. And he couldn’t lie; when she wasn’t around Taylor seemed to use him slightly less, which gave him time to actually enjoy the city and work on his own life.

But when she returned it was obvious she’d missed her favorite toy.

In the dark of her mouth time passed slowly. Matthew’s ears popped as she swallowed saliva but he appreciated the smell of the mint. She spent a lot of time talking and laughing with Taylor and it appeared he’d been completely forgotten. He felt himself grow erect at the thought. Their conversation was so loud around him it was too big to follow much of it and he’d literally been reduced to a piece of jewelry.

Who would have thought this would actually be fun? he wondered.

Then her lips parted and Matt was given a briefly view of the back of her throat. An abyss that he’d travelled down multiple times, it still made him nervous to see. He jerked briefly on the jewelry in the hopes that he could spin it around and look forward again but it was useless.

He squawked in surprise as something frigid rolled over him.

“Mmmm!” Becca moaned around him as the taste of strawberry filled his mouth.

With another ear-popping swallow the drink vanished and Matthew realized what he was in for tonight.

His world alternated between being covered in freezing alcoholic mixtures and being rapidly heated back up by Becca’s breath. After everything he’d been through Matthew was surprised that anything could still distress him. Then cream cheese mixed with jalapeno arrived.

“Hey!” he tried to yell as strawberry was replaced with cranberry, then another flavor that made his eyes sting, “Not cool! It’s fuc-grraabrbrl!”

He coughed and spit out a mouthful of vodka. In the face of the cold his cock had shrunken pathetically and he realized, wryly, that he was probably the only guy to ever enter Becca’s mouth and not be hard as a rock.

“Freezing!”

As though his complaint had been heard the light from her mouth suddenly shone for longer and he realized things could always be worse.

“This is amazing!” Becca said as she speared another piece of spicy chicken. It was quickly rolled through some white rice and made its way into her mouth. With a giggle she hoped Matthew was enjoying it.

“I know!” Taylor said around a mouthful of mushrooms. “They better shut this place down or we’re both gonna be plus-sized models in a week!”

The women laughed and toasted each other with their drinks. Yesterday had been payday and it had been a particularly good one for both of them; their stars were on the rise. Taylor had just landed a contract with a wildlife-themed photography company and Becca was the face of a new brand of perfume. And, as they joked with each other, neither of them had done any ‘casting couch’ action to get there!

For Matthew the evening was a blur. The idea that he was being slathered in half-chewed food almost made him sick and he continued to be alternated between frozen and the almost-too-hot heat of Becca’s mouth. After a wave of something chocolatey had made him sticky in a way that Becca’s saliva couldn’t quite clean off of him he breathed a sigh of relief.

“At least dinner’s over,” he said as he sensed movement. Through the entire conversation Becca’s tongue had flickered with every syllable and he was almost immune to the jerky movements. The broader movements that told him she was walking again were subtly different and through the course of the meal he’d been spun back around.

Now every time her lips opened to speak he could see, roughly, where they were.

Not that it did him much good. His nightlife experience in Old York hadn’t included any clubs or bars. Neon lights and booming music told him he was in one of those two options and he squeezed his eyes shut as Becca started to dance. Matthew’s stomach finally had enough but in his shrunken state vomiting was impossible.

An eternity later the constant spinning slowed, only to be replaced with laughter and what Matthew could only guess was stumbling. Based on the flavors he thought Becca had consumed at least four more drinks, which was two more her skinny body type was made to hold.

If only I was full-size! he thought. If she came home this hammered I might have a full-sized chance!

Glimpses of the outside world showed him that his guess was correct: Becca was following the possibly-more-sober Taylor into their apartment. Had he been at full size he may have been able to make out more of what they were saying to each other, but their booming voices made it all but impossible. His world shook and spun as Becca laughed and Matthew realized she was dancing again. Taylor’s voice sounded distant but firm and he wondered if she was making her friend get to her bed before she passed out.

Then her mouth opened wide and Matthew rode the massive tongue out into the light of what he realized was Taylor’s bedroom. His sister’s massive appraising eyes were looking down at him and she smiled.

“I should’ve let you suck that guy’s dick at the second bar,” she told Becca with a laugh, and silently Matthew thanked her for not having to live through that experience.  “May I?”

Becca didn’t pull her tongue back into her mouth, but Matthew recognized the sounds that roughly made the words, “Go ahead!”

Matthew expected Taylor to reach under Becca’s tongue and remove the jewelry. That tonight would devolve into being used by both the women until one passed out on top of the other with his body buried entirely inside of one. Most nights only one of the women played with him, even if they were both there.

But tonight had a different feeling.

Instead Taylor opened her own mouth and leaned forward

“Whoa!” Matt shouted, not expecting the sudden move.

Taylor’s massive lips wrapped around Becca’s tongue. There was suction and Taylor’s own tongue shot out, slathering him with her own saliva. The lips dragged across his head as she sucked on Becca’s tongue and pulled back until light shone in Matthew’s eyes again and Taylor’s massive face pulled back, thoughtful.

After a moment’s pause the blonde said: “Yeah, I don’t think tongue-sucking is for me.”

“That’s okay,” said Becca, causing Matthew to fly around again as she spoke, “I can think of better things to do with my tongue.”

Playfully Becca pushed Taylor backward and the blonde got the hint immediately. Taylor took an extra step back and sat hard on the foot of her bed. Becca leaned over her and pursed her lips.

This time Matt was more ready. A flash of light showed him his sister’s massive approaching lips again, but this time instead of wrapping around Becca’s tongue they pushed against her mouth in a more traditional kiss. Their tongues battled, dragging Matthew along for the ride. In his spread-eagle position there was no safety, no cover from their dueling, but he wouldn’t have looked for any. The feeling of massive tongues dragging across his torso was incredible.

The time was far past where one of the tongues being his sister’s bothered him. Full-sized he wouldn’t go near her; she was beautiful but he didn’t think he’d ever get past the fact that she was his sister. But at his current size he wasn’t a person. He was a toy.

“Yeah!” he found himself yelling, giving in to the moment.

It wasn’t long before Becca pulled away from Taylor. The skin on Taylor’s neck wasn’t nearly as soft on Matthew’s body and now the moaning was accompanied by more ear-popping suction. He couldn’t tell what was happening until, in a flash of light between Becca’s open lips, darker flesh appeared. A massive nipple was sucked into Becca’s mouth and Matthew found himself being dragged across it.

Becca kissed her way down Taylor’s body as she moaned, making sure to use her tongue as much as she could. Both because she knew Taylor would love the stimulation and because she hadn’t forgotten the real reason she’d gotten a tongue ring then strapped their favorite toy to it. Augmenting her oral skills wasn’t just fun; she knew soon it would be protecting her modeling career as well.

Soon Matthew was being dragged across more familiar tissues. He knew every inch of his sister’s delicate anatomy like the back of his hand. Becca’s flickering tongue explored everywhere it could and Matthew let himself enjoy the ride. He was torn between the blackness of her mouth and being pressed against Taylor’s sensitive flesh with only flickers of light filling the spaces between.

He was alternated between being pressed against her clit and driven deeper inside as Becca did her best to explore her friend. Soon he was covered in so many fluids he couldn’t tell which was Becca’s and which were Taylor’s.

“Oooh ‘eady?” Becca asked as her tongue flickered in and out of Taylor.

Matthew could only hear the general tones of her voice and had no idea what was being said. He certainly couldn’t hear Taylor’s moaning and slightly confused response.

But he felt his arms suddenly strain against their too-small bonds. The shrinking process didn’t let him feel pain, just a vague pressure that told him something was very wrong. His face was pushed against Taylor’s clit as his arms became more uncomfortable and for a moment he was worried his restraints would outlast him.

Instead the well-designed jewelry popped free at the clasps rather than break.

When Becca felt the weight on her tongue ring shift she changed tactics. In moments, just as she’d programmed her Tiny Tinder app to do, Matthew’s form grew from a small piece of rice to the size of a child’s building-block figuring. The little toy was slipped between her puckered lips carefully.

In the dark chaos Matthew couldn’t tell just how big he’d become but it was obvious what Becca planned to do.

Alternating suction and flickering tongue positioned him between Becca’s lips as she slid a finger deep into Taylor. The blonde moaned with the new sensation as her friend’s lips adjusted on her own. She rocked her hips upward trying to get Becca’s tongue to resume its duties. Her effort was rewarded.

With the tongue at his back Matthew felt himself be pushed forward. In a lewd extension of a kiss Becca slipped her tongue deep into her friend, putting their favorite toy deep into her roommate. Her tongue explored as deep as it could but reflexively her probing finger took over the work of thrusting Matt inside. When her tongue wasn’t deep enough her finger kept him moving deeper.

He let out an excited ‘whoop!’ when he realized what was happening. The tongue ring had been an interesting, if not always fun, experience. He still wasn’t sure if he’d liked being present through an entire meal, experiencing the hot and cold, though being treated like a piece of jewelry itself was surprisingly fun.

Now he was back in familiar territory.

Against Taylor’s wet insides he pushed in all directions, not particularly sure where in her vagina he’d been shoved but knowing exactly what she enjoyed. Gravity told him which way was up, so his arms drove upward. Inches away he could sense more than feel Becca’s finger continue its own stroking. From the intensity of Taylor’s own shaking he was sure Becca’s tongue was being applied skillfully.

With that in mind he doubled his efforts. This kind of action didn’t happen often and he was going to make his sister shake.

Just like a good little sex toy should.

Before he knew it Taylor was beginning to writhe in a pattern he recognized.

Damn, she must’ve been waiting all day for this! he thought, redoubling his efforts as Taylor’s vagina started to squeeze down around him.

At his size he was far stronger and tougher, proportionally, than he was full size. His hands could still push on his sister’s soaking insides even as they compressed around him. Blindly he felt her ridges and pushed upward, trying to match his rhythm to her own.

Then, just as he’d known was coming, he felt more than heard a moan roll through Taylor’s body. Her canal clamped onto him harder than ever, finally overcoming his tiny strength and holding him still. With an odd sense of relief, he could still feel the disturbances of Becca’s finger not far from him and he hoped her tongue was clamped around Taylor’s clit. It occurred to him how thoroughly Taylor owned him at this point; he was making his own life but when he was her toy all he could think of was blowing her mind. Even restrained inside her body all he wanted was to know she was being pleasured.

Soon her squeezing canal began to loosen around him and Becca’s finger slowed; Matthew felt an odd sucking sensation as it retreated out of Taylor. Distantly he could hear talking, murmuring. Eagerly he did his best to orient himself upright in anticipation of whatever was about to happen next.

“That was hot as hell,” Taylor said, trying to catch her breath. She moaned as Becca’s finger finally slipped out of her; her roommate had manipulated her pussy like the expert she was. Faintly she could feel Matthew still wiggling but in her afterglow she could only appreciate it as her heart slowed.

“I’m just glad it worked,” Becca said with a laugh, laying on her side next to Taylor. She hadn’t even undressed yet. Neither of them had, Becca had simply lifted Taylor’s skirt and happily played with her friend’s uncovered sex. “The thing with the tongue ring and him growing, I mean,” she added with a tired wave of the hand.

“I really didn’t expect that,” Taylor replied, “I mean, your mouth is awesome but you pretty much threw a vibrator in at the same time.”

Becca murmured something and Taylor turned to look at her. Licking her lips, Taylor made sure to give Becca her best sexy look as she dragged her eyes up her friend’s legs, pausing at her chest before looking at her face, intending to look her straight in the eyes and return the favor.

Instead she found Becca had already fallen asleep, her lips still glistening.

“Uh,” she said, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder and shaking her gently, “Becca? Are you passed out already?”

The lack of response was its own answer.

“Damn, she wasn’t kidding about the tequila putting her to sleep,” Taylor whispered, sliding out of bed to find her own pajamas. It wasn’t the first night Becca had passed out on her, but Taylor never minded an overnight cuddle.

***

The following morning Matthew breathed a sigh of relief when he finally felt the rhythmic movement that meant Taylor was walking. There was a short time period where he could sense fluid passing by and he made sure to hold still. One thing he and Taylor agreed on was no water sports, and he didn’t want to somehow slip out of her at this moment.

Then she was moving again. He wiggled toward what he thought was downward as much as he could. When it became obvious Taylor and Becca were done for the night he’d tried to climb out of her before her secretions could dry but had failed. If he was right he was only an inch or two from her opening. Matt had class today and with any luck she was about to-

The flesh below him opened suddenly. Matthew shouted reflexively as he fell but Taylor’s palm was there to catch him instantly. Above him her pussy lips were a familiar sight but he was pulled away and he realized rather than pulling him out she’d simply spread herself enough to drop him.

“Ready?” she asked, and Matt almost responded before he realized she wasn’t speaking to him. Her hand cupped slightly and he suddenly felt nervous.

“Wait,” Becca said, holding up a finger as she tapped on her phone. “Now!”

Instantly Taylor tossed Matthew sideways and he yelled as he sailed through the air. In a vertigo inducing moment he felt himself grow rapidly until he landed softly on the pile of blankets on his bed. There was enough momentum to cause him to roll but he stopped before he hit his headboard.

“Perfect!” he heard Taylor yell, and though he couldn’t see the women he heard a high five occur.

He groaned and looked to his alarm clock.

“At least I’ve got plenty of time before class,” he told himself.

Breakfast was awkward as they all sat around the kitchen island. Matthew worked on a bowl of oatmeal while Becca nursed a cup of coffee and an obvious hangover. Only Taylor seemed to not be worse for the wear.

He ate more quickly than usual and rushed into the shower before it could be taken. While he was used to smelling like every sexual fluid a woman could produce he was sure he shouldn’t go to class smelling that way. As he stepped out he dried himself, but couldn’t help overhearing Taylor and Becca talking in the kitchen.

“-my own, you know? I don’t want to spoil what we’ve got here, because this is amazing,” Becca was saying, “But I’m gone so much lately it would be pretty handy to just have Eli around to play with whenever I wanted.”

Eli? Matthew wondered as he dried off, trying to remember who that was. Becca’s older brother?

“Do you think he’d go for that? It really was blind luck I caught Matthew on the horniest day of his life way back then. Until then he was pretty old-fashioned, and I know at full size he’s not interested at all in me. Which I’m fine with, he’s basically an all-purpose sex toy and I’d be a moron to screw that up.”

There was a pause as one of the women giggled.

“He’d probably give his left arm to nail you, though.”

Becca laughed and Matt’s heart leapt, unable to tell if she was laughing at the idea or not.

“He’s pretty cute, but I like him as a toy better, I think,” was the reply. Silverware clinked on a plate. “Just imagine how much fun we could have with two of them!”

“I don’t know,” Taylor started to say, but Matthew recognized the tone. She was smiling.

Becca play-begged her blonde friend for a moment.

“Oh, please please please!” she said as Matthew imagined her puppy-dog eyes. Her voice alone was enough to get him hard. He’d have to find Amy at school today; she was always happy to help him with his frustrations.

Their conversation moved toward Taylor’s bedroom and became muted as it did so.

Of course, Matthew thought, Just as it got interesting.

Part of him was a little nervous to hear the two women talk about essentially enslaving another man for their sexual desires. If he thought hard about his first few imprisonments with Taylor it really had been enslavement and essentially torture. Could he stand by while they planned to do it to someone else?

Or even worse, why did he feel like helping?

It would get me a lot more free time, he told himself as he walked to his bedroom. The sounds of conspiracy continued from Taylor’s room, but had silenced by the time he was leaving to go to class.

***

Later that day, after learning some incredibly boring art history and making Amy moan in an empty auditorium, Matthew debated how he would bring up what he overheard with Taylor. He hadn’t had time when he’d gotten back to the apartment. It was cleaning day, even though he never actually did any cleaning.

Currently he was looking out at the world from waist height. Sphincter height, to be more precise.

For reasons he didn’t understand, but could appreciate, Taylor only liked to clean with her favorite butt plug in. Today he was larger than normal and her puckered ring was squeezing more tightly than usual around his neck. Idly he kicked his legs, causing distant giggling as Taylor danced and pranced about the apartment. If he’d tried hard enough he could have pushed an arm through her anus as well, but he was content where he was.

Most men would’ve killed for the sight of the blonde model cleaning naked. For Matthew it was almost routine.

Her rectum was warm and only got hotter as she moved. Each bend caused his legs to shift and his torso to contort, each step caused his cock to rub against the smooth walls of her rectum. But he found the will to not stroke himself despite his incredible situation. Cleaning day never stopped with him just as a butt plug. Not to mention Taylor only very rarely allowed him to orgasm when he was a tiny; if he could now she would have told him.

True to form Matthew recognized the floor of the kitchen turn to the floor of Taylor’s bedroom, then the tile of her bathroom. The shower turned on and he wiggled gently to remind her that he was still there. His wiggling was greeted with two firm clenches that made his eyes bug out slightly.

Soon he could hear water hitting the floor and Taylor stepped forward. For a few minutes her squeezing cheeks kept him dry but then she turned to get her back. Suddenly near-boiling water fell over his face. He squirmed from the heat, the expectation of pain getting the better of him even though his shrunken form could only feel the sensation vaguely.

There was a distant giggle as his feet kicked and he squirmed.

“Ugh, fine!” Taylor said in mock annoyance as she reached backward. Her cheeks parted easily and she leaned forward. The water made grabbing her butt plug’s head a little more difficult but she had plenty of practice.

With a groan she slid Matthew out of her backdoor.

“Hey, so I was thinking!” he tried to yell over the water, unsure if Taylor could hear him. “I heard you and Becca-agh!”

Suddenly he was turned to face the water; her hand wrapped around his torso and most of his legs. Without a pause she pushed him under the showerhead. The heat made him squirm again in her hand and she giggled as he spluttered.

“Save your energy!” she said as she grabbed the soap and started washing him thoroughly.

Knowing it was useless, Matthew cooperated as best as he could. Part of him was always irked; the idea of getting a shower or bath from his sister was humiliating. Which turned out to be part of the problem as well: by the time she was rinsing him again Matthew couldn’t deny his erection and Taylor giggled when she saw it.

“Geez!” she said in a faux-offended voice, “Get a room!”

Satisfied, she sat him in the shower caddy and continued washing her own hair.

“I was thinking!” he said again from his new position, “About what you and Becca talked about earlier!”

“I didn’t realize you heard that,” Taylor said, rinsing her hair out. Her eyes narrowed at him, misunderstanding. She gave him an assuring smile. “You don’t need to worry, I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

“Well that’s not what I-“ he started to say, but her hand wrapped around him once more.

“I meant I’d-!”

But Taylor wasn’t interested in what he had to say. With a squeak the water was turned off and Matthew found himself wrapped in a towel. The white cloth enveloped him completely and Matthew rolled his eyes. He was hoping she’d at least be a little polite and try to talk with him this time. They usually didn’t attempt it, true, as their toy and owner relationship was surprisingly secure. But since they’d rearranged their arrangement there had been a little more leeway.

His stomach flipped as he felt himself be tossed through the air, but he landed on the bed in a pile of damp towel. As he crawled through the cloth to free himself he could hear a drawer opening and shutting. There was a ‘pop!’ as something was suctioned to a chair.

Just as he got a hand free it was grasped by Taylor’s fingers. He was yanked sideways and upward until Taylor’s eyes were level with his body.

“Well, just what did you mean?” the blonde goddess asked him as she walked toward her desk.

Matthew looked down and saw a familiar suction-cup on the base of her chair. Without waiting for his response Taylor lowered him down to it. When he looked back up he was level with her navel, then the top of her landing strip as his feet slid into the harness.

“Well,” he started to say as she stood back up. “I’ve actually got a lot of plans in the next couple of weeks and could use the free time with school-“

Taylor made a sound that told him she was listening as she straddled the chair. Matthew looked upward; the wetness he saw had nothing to do with the shower.

“So if there was, say, another me around we could-“

Unseen above, Taylor actually did consider his words. The idea of having two squirming tinies was tantalizing; she’d done it on several occasions with random hookups simply not realizing Matthew was playing in her other hole while she sent them spelunking. And, she supposed, if she was being serious about giving her brother more of his own time then having a backup toy at times would be good for that as well.

As she thought she found herself wiggling her hips back and forth.

Front or back? she asked herself, debating only the timing of when she would sit down. Pretty soon I’ll be able to pick both!

“You know?” Matthew kept saying, sure he knew what was going through Taylor’s head. “And I’m not totally on board with the tricking thing but-“

Taylor sat down suddenly and her pussy engulfed him in a single swallow. She let out a sigh of relief combined with a groan of pleasure. She was glad she picked front. She’d put Matthew in each of her holes more times than she could count, but the way he fit in her pussy was just so….

“Perfect,” she sighed, leaning over the backrest of her chair. She sat with him completely encased in her vagina for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling of his struggles. It had occurred to her that he might be moving about willingly, as he seemed to frequently hit her favorite spots, but part of her much preferred to think that he was panicking.

Tiny Tinder had a setting to make tiny toys panic, but her phone was too far away and she was already mounted.

When she finally rocked up slightly her pussy had molded to his shape; every movement felt sharper and magnified as she felt her canal grip her brother tightly. As she slid up and down, savoring every thrust of his arms, Taylor thought. Her and Becca’s conversation had gone on for hours after Matt had left for class and he didn’t know the half of it.

He didn’t know that Becca wanted an almost-permanent tiny in her body at all times. He may have been able to guess at how much pleasure Becca got from him, but even Taylor herself hadn’t realized. If Becca wasn’t so busy with work she’d have been picking up men on Tiny Tinder every evening until the app started paying her for advertising. No one had known how addicted to the pleasure of tinies Becca had become.

He also didn’t know that they’d invited Eli over for dinner that evening.

Or that this was the warmup act.

Taylor’s eyes flickered to her alarm clock.

I’ve got plenty of time, she told herself. They were ordering pizza and had plenty of wine already. There was no rush to get ready.

With a smile she continued riding her toy slowly, letting her orgasm take its time. Usually she drove hard for multiple orgasms; she didn’t keep her model’s figure by working out, rather her almost frenzied masturbation schedule. But today she was sure the orgasms would come later. Right now she could just enjoy herself.

By the time she finally came, a slow, shuddering orgasm that didn’t seem to want to relent even after several minutes, Matthew was exhausted. Taylor stood carefully, still sensitive as her toy slid out of her quivering pussy, and walked with wobbling legs toward her dresser. Her toy fell sideways; the suction cup had finally had enough when she stood and Matthew fell with a squawk.

When she returned, wearing a pink skirt and something between a sports bra and cutoff shirt, Matt had rolled onto his back. With a practiced movement she popped the cup free and picked him up.

As she walked to the bathroom to rinse him off, Matthew kept speaking as though she hadn’t cut him off by sliding him inside of her down to his ankles. His cock yelled for attention but he ignored it; her slick insides rubbing up and down on it had almost sent him into a frenzy but he’d gotten better at resisting. Stroking himself wouldn’t do any good anyway, as a toy he only got to orgasm when she allowed it.

“But it would be pretty nice to be able to do my own thing more, you know?” he said as she turned on the faucet.

Taylor ran water briefly over him, making sure to get the suction cup clean from where her lubrication had slid onto it.

When his head was free and she was running toy cleaner along his torso he added: “So I guess if you just promise not to go so extreme like you did with me-“ he spluttered as water splashed in his face, “I could help you out?”

When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her toy, Taylor finally popped his feet free from the suction cup and sat him by the edge of the sink. Matthew rose to his feet as she rummaged for something in the medicine cabinet.

“It’s really cute,” she said as her fingers found what she wanted, “That you think I’m interested in if you want to help or not.”

Matthew didn’t like her tone, but just like everything else that reminded him he was a mere toy it caused a rush of blood to his crotch. The fact that her toned navel was only inches away didn’t help. Nor the knowledge that only a few minutes ago he’d been secreted and completely hidden inside her body. She could have walked around like that all day and no one would have suspected a thing.

Then her hand came back into view.

“Toy’s don’t usually get to make their own decisions,” she told him as he recognized what she was holding.

“Hey, no, wait!” he yelled out as she reached for her phone.

The modified tampon applicator only meant one thing to him: long hours spent in her pussy, on her cervix really, at a millimeter tall, in pure boredom. He loved being inside his sister, to a degree that really surprised him. But at that size he couldn’t do anything at all for her and it was one of the few things she did with him that simply felt like prison. Waiting for something interesting to happen.

To his surprise her hand paused and she looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Come on! That’s boring!” he said quickly. His mind raced. If she was planning on secreting him there it meant a long ride at least. Whatever she had planned would last hours.

“At least let me ride along where I can see!”

Taylor grunted and shrugged. The applicator went back into the medicine cabinet.

“Well, we did pick this up when Becca got her tongue piercing,” she said thoughtfully, retrieving a small ring piercing. Just as the tongue ring this had harness in several places as well, though they seemed to allow more mobility.

“Get on,” she told him as her finger tapped on her phone.

Matthew followed her instructions, once again strapping himself spread eagle in what could be comparable to a massive (to him) hula hoop made of silver. Gently he moved each of his limbs in their tiny leather cuffs and let out a surprised sound as the ring rolled slightly. He craned his neck but couldn’t quite see where it was touching the countertop. He had no way of knowing this ring had been designed to magnify each of his movements through the entire piece of jewelry.

Even a casual wave would cause the ring to vibrate and rock even on the flat countertop.

Suddenly one of Taylor’s feet was on the counter with him and her fingers daintily picked up her clit ring. The one she’d been wearing, a mere stud intended to keep the hole open, replaced Matthew on the counter.

From her now wide-open position Taylor leaned down to survey herself. When she was satisfied that she was completely clean-shaven her practiced fingers slipped on her new clit ring.

The blonde giggled when she saw it dangling lightly from her clit.

“My own little Vitruvian man!”

“Thanks!” Matthew yelled at his sister’s smiling face. It felt strange to say but having her underwear pushing against his face all day and swinging about constantly was better than being a speck on her cervix. Especially since he knew he was pleasuring her, his sister, his owner, with every movement. Against her cervix he was too small to make her feel good at all, aside from how powerful she felt throughout the day.

He waved at her and they gasped together. The movement caused the ring to rock and Matthew reflexively jerked to keep himself from falling. Taylor just gave him a satisfied smile and put her foot back on the ground. The new position kept the ring from moving too much; her legs and lips held it somewhat static.

But every movement of its prisoner caused it to vibrate pleasantly.

Her own steps toward the bedroom kept the sensation going.

Becca and I should get more serious about this, she thought as she debated wearing underwear. Maybe if Eli is easy to get to agree we could get a bunch of these toys and then we’d really be in business.

“Hey Becca!” she called into the apartment, “Does Eli like upskirt stuff?”

There was a pause as Becca thought, then a reply: “He about came in his pants every time I had my cheerleader friends over, in uniform! So yes!”

“Perfect,” she said to herself.

Experimentally she took a few steps and felt her clit vibrate. It was a small sensation but that only meant she could enjoy it all day without having difficulty walking. Looking down, her skirt wasn’t as short as she would have liked. She lifted the waistline slightly then bent over in front of her full-length mirror. Her toned hamstrings were revealed all the way up, just shy of showing off her outer lips. Giggling, she spread her legs slightly and her new ring fell free.

With it in sight she rocked her hips slightly. The vibrations intensified and she could see Matthew’s tiny form swinging slowly. Despite having came not five minutes ago Taylor wanted more. Taylor ran her tongue across her top lip as she began to wiggle her hips.

Matthew couldn’t see the mirror behind him; he was facing forward. But when he looked up he could see the ring piercing his sister’s clit and instantly his head brushed against it. If he wiggled himself at all different parts of his body contacted the sensitive nub as the ring swung and he knew this would soon be a favorite of both him and Taylor.

But when her hips started swinging it all changed. He was thrown about like a roller coaster as she bounced her hips up and down. At first he didn’t understand what she was doing, then as the moaning above him grew he got it: just the feeling of him swinging around was giving her enough stimulation to approach another orgasm.

Taylor let herself relax as she twerked to the best of her ability. A glance behind showed her she was doing a decent job, but the sight of her skirt flipping up and down revealing her backdoor and the swinging clit ring was all she needed. A small orgasm slid through her body only minutes after beginning. Compared to earlier it was just a tease.

But if it’s that easy to come from this new piercing I’m definitely wearing it more often, she thought.

She adjusted her skirt and looked down. Carefully she made sure her clit ring could swing somewhat freely.

“I hope you liked that as much as I did!” she said to her toy. Taylor could imagine she heard faint cheering.

“You’re gonna be a great addition when Eli comes over later.”