For Angela, the soft comfortable pantie's, - the purple ones - were her favorite pair. Being nearly a year old, they felt so good and well worn...
For Dennis, the feeling was almost terrifying, and yet, at the same time, an incredible sensation. Slowly lowering his butt down, gently sinking into the soft texture. Just beneath the dark purple material, his bare feet feeling the crumbling cushion of pubescent fluff. His feet planted firmly, allowing them to gently sink into the puffy mound.
The heavy weave of purple thread, making up this giant pair of panties, stretching and spreading out beneath him.
The heated warmth of Angela's enormous body all around him, ... her magnificent hips, almost fifteen feet wide - rising up on each side. The rounded hip bones forming the edge - a slight curvature smoothly blending into her thigh. The sight was breathtaking - Denny could barely breathe from the sudden sexual rush that had taken hold.
...
Sitting there, so independently, barely even creating any indication of his miniature existence, ...his heart pounding, his chest feeling the pressure of overwhelming anxiety; his consternation barely able to reign in... His hands were literally shaking...
Unable to take his eyes away, and trembling uncontrollably, the miniature man could only just barely steady himself long enough, to draw a short, quick breath, ...the overwhelming sense of arousal that he was feeling, was definitely something that he'd never experienced before.
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The idea of a vagina being large enough to take your entire body, was something that he just couldn't wrap his head around!
He had gone down on his ex, Stacy, a bunch of times, and every time he did, she would usually squirt after about a half-n-hour - but he really had to work at it, ...his tongue would be numb, and his neck so sore that the next day, he could barely turn his head.
Knowing that Angela, would eventually expect him to perform, at some point; sooner than what he would hope - he tried to figure out how he could possibly survive such an overwhelming task...
*
The largely swollen muff highlighting the front of the giant panties, he couldn't pull his eyes away from it, ...the sight of it was so intimidating...
She had been sleeping soundly for nearly two hours, and although he had considered attempting to escape, he knew that the idea was entirely ridiculous. Knowing that there was no way for him to get outside of the apartment, ...and, even if he did, then what would he do? He didn't have any clothes, and he was completely naked...
He could probably find something to wrap around his waist, and maybe even something to wrap around his feet, but, if he tried to escape, and Angela caught him, ...he didn't want to think about what she would do to him!
Punishment... She had already warned him, saying that she would simply 'tear him apart' and Dennis already knew about Angela's terrible temper, too.
She could get extremely upset if something didn't go her way. Dennis didn't ever want to make her angry, not before, ...and certainly not now.
He would never forget the night that the three of them had made a last minute plan to go out. Stacy, Angela, and himself went out to a Bar, the 'Fireside Lounge'. They had all decided to go out on a whim, it was a last minute decision to even go, but after they had unexpectedly run out of firewood for the grill pit, so they couldn't build a fire - and, they didn't want to sit around inside the apartment all night. So, ...
Upon arriving at the bar, the three of them noticed that there was going to be a local band playing there. The 'Monkey Spanker's" a well-known group, and several people had already shown up. The parking lot was about half full, and they quickly noticed that a long string of traffic was starting to form, ...all headed for the bar's parking lot.
Denny was driving his truck, and he didn't really want to park in a crowded parking lot, so he told the ladies that he would let them out at the door and find a good parking place somewhere else.
The traffic was streaming in as Denny let them out, and he started to pull away just as a group of bikers came riding in and started swarming through the crowded parking lot. Denny had to wait for the dust to settle before he could see to drive. Angela and Stacy waited patiently near the front door.
One of the bikers, a skinhead - with tattoos all over his arms - stopped right next to them and started to rag on them, yelling derogatory remarks and using general bad language - he appeared to be pretty drunk - and by the looks of it, the rest of them were well on their way to following suit.
He started to argue with the both of them when Stacy told him to go away, and when he started to get off his bike, Angela came around the side and hit him with her purse!
Before he could get up, she was standing on his chest with both feet, and pummeling him with both fists! The poor guy was getting his ass kicked, Angela was beating his face back and forth as hard as she could!
Stacy had to pull her off of him when she realized that the guy was completely unconscious, and Angela was still kicking him with her feet and hitting him with her purse, ...she didn't stop until she was so exhausted that she couldn't do it any longer!
...
Another gurgling vibration deep inside her body, sending a chill of goosebumps up his tingling spine, the effervescent action of her vast intestinal track, ...creating squishing sounds from the movement deep inside.
He glanced down at her smooth lower belly; temporarily drawing his attention away from the large wedge of material cramped firmly within the lips of this magnificent giant vagina...
Glancing up at her face, he shuddered - as he noticed her eyelashes flicker, she was beginning to arouse, ...the tip of her tongue popped out from between her lips and swiftly traced the insides of her mouth, slowly opening up, she gradually started to yawn and move her head.
The sun had set nearly an hour ago, and the darkening room took on an entirely different ambiance. A small light coming from her bathroom illuminated one corner of the bedroom.
Dennis waited for her to awaken, what else could he do? Getting up and turning around, he got down on all fours and braced himself, ...her sudden movements, slightly shifting her hips. Denny's entire world 'moved' underneath him, terrified of her sudden movements, he caught his breath and held it!
What if she had forgotten about him! What if she suddenly rolled over! What if she knocked him off and he fell down off of the side of the bed? What if she, ....what if she, ... ...suddenly, and unexpectedly, her right hip started to rise up!
Dennis firmly held onto the course pantie material. Poking his fingers down through the threading, he grabbed tightly to the inter-woven threads, trying to cling to the front of the giant pair of ladies underwear!
All at once, her tremendous legs drew up! Bending her knees sharply, she pulled both her feet up toward her butt and clamped her knees together, ...rolling onto her side, she raised her arms up above her head and stretched them.
Dennis was suddenly thrown to the side, the floor under him tipping over and swiftly turning on its side...
Her long drawn out yawn sounded like an enormous mountain cat, a low sweet sound vibrating throughout the entire bed, ...her hips flexed, and then she groaned with a long rolling rumble...
Dennis continued to hang on, his hands clinging tightly as her huge hips rolled up onto one side - shifting him sideways, he was suddenly hanging across the front, his feet hanging down still several feet above the bedsheet.
Her stomach muscles flexed, as she twisted to the right, and twisted to the left, ...her entire upper body pivoting in a twisting fashion, ...he desperately hung there grasping to the front of her tightly fitted panties.
Down below, her large smooth thighs started rubbing together, working back and forth in a slow squeezing motion, tightly, firmly, and powerfully compressing together. The sight was a terrific display of her feminine beauty. The motions, almost hypnotic, as she slowly flexed her body and gradually awakened.
Denny had turned back around and was lifted straight up - she rolled onto her back and uplifted her hips. Stretching her low back, Angela's powerful hips bucked forward and raised up, suddenly uplifting, so much higher off the surface of the bed.
Her shoulders pressing down into the mattress. Her muscles strained under her, a trembling vibration coursed throughout her body. Denny hung on tightly and tried not to scream as he was uplifted almost thirty feet, ...he feared the sleepy giantess had forgotten all about him!
Laying on her back, she relaxed, ...slowly lowering her hips back down onto the bed. Denny slowly rode her pelvis back down to a slow stop, ...the trembling stopped, and Angela's motions seemed to calm.
He felt his fingers straining to squeeze as tightly as he could. He had to force himself to release them. Still unsure if Angela was done moving, he kept his hands ready to grab on, just in case she suddenly stood up, or unexpectantly moved again. He started to think that, she must have forgotten all about him...
"Dennis?", she softly whispered.
"Oh, there you are!", she excitedly said. "I was wondered where you were hiding!"
Relieved for a brief moment, Dennis felt a sudden sense of wonder; looking up across her vast naked front, all the way up to her smiling face, ...her eyes were sleepy and slightly puffy, her hand silently came around from behind... suddenly wrapping around him and carefully taking him up into a firm grasping hold.
Forced to let his grip go, as her large fingers gathered up around him, taking his limbs and squashing them firmly together inside her hand.
Carried up to her face, he slowly drifted between her breasts and floated right up in front of her mouth, "Where were you?", she whispered.
"Were you being a good boy, Dennis?"
Dennis didn't know how to answer her, he felt like he was about to be eaten alive, her large lips parting as she whispered, ...her breath swirling through her fingers caressing his skin.
Her other hand plunged down between her thighs and hastily pulled the front of the panties open, Dennis was slowly lowered inside, ...smoothly placed into the heated pocket of purple.
The fingers relaxed around him and smoothly formed a pressure against his back. The large fingertips moved around, delicately repositioning him - manipulating his limbs like a little puppet, Dennis quickly realized that she was placing him down, directly underneath her pubic mound.
The sudden pressure coming from behind his back, startling him at first, but then the solid force swiftly pressed his face into the meaty, fleshy hood! He coughed as he took a quick breath. The prolific odor of pungent aroma filled his head.
She forced his face into the large swelling clitoris. Sucking another quick breath, just before he felt his whole upper body being shoved into the softly spreading vulvar.
Her giant thighs pulled apart, opening wider as she shifted her hips. Tilting her pelvis, she softly started to moan, her fingers carefully forcing his tiny head between her swollen lips, she worked his head up and down, smoothly manipulating him, rubbing his face across her slippery clit.
"Oh, man, I could get used to this", she groaned, "Ugh", yesses", her voice carried throughout his entire body.
"Oh Dennis, ...oh God!" moaning louder. "Oh, you're making me so, ... wet!"
The heated pocket quickly became even warmer. Slippery curly strands of hair scratching his arms and chest, ...she forced him deeper against her, using his whole front, she could feel him struggling wildly - trying to break free.
The large gripping fingers easily controlled him, roughly rubbing his face across the sweltering, slippery separation.
His head trapped between her overheated pussy lips. The sound of her breathing, and the draw of her lungs taking in heavy breaths, her chest rising, her thighs suddenly clamping together - crushing over her hand and forcing her tiny pet tightly up against her!
Trapped against the giant wall of womanly flesh, her powerful hips flexing as her thighs crushed him inside, ...he felt her fingers forcing him in deeper, and deeper inside her, ...he couldn't get away, and the more that he tried, the more she squeezed!
Sliding in, as his shoulders broke the dry seal, feeling a slight pop, just before he was firmly pushed in all the way to his knees, he thrust his arms out and tried to push himself out!
Her big fingertips held tightly to his calves and slowly started working his entire body. Pumping his whole upper half, in and out - with slow, but steady strokes.
Denny felt the slippery sides closing in all around him, squeezing his little arms down and squishing up against his shoulders!
The narrow space, completely swallowing him up, he reached his hands out and couldn't seem to find anything to get hold of, ...the inner walls were so slippery and wet that he could do nothing but allow the giant blonde to use him until she was through, ...the air inside was quickly depleting and he didn't think that he would last too much longer...
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For her, Denny was better than any 'sex toy' she had ever had...
Her lower back supported with a large pillow, Angela sat naked with her thighs wide apart, her heels pressing into the soft bed.
Her right hand controlling his feet. Mindlessly, using her left hand to play with her nipples - using two aggressive fingers, and her pinching thumb, she slowly worked them around her rigid nubs. Feverishly pressing him into her wet puss, ...enjoying the overwhelming sensation of pleasure and empowerment. Totally ignoring his tiny cries of resistance...
Turning her toy so that he was facing up, ...her gripping contractions crashing all around him, her knees trembling. His tiny hands grabbing onto her tingling clit; she jerked at the twang of pleasure.
Holding the little man by his ankles, she could easily slide him out, ...or push him in deeper, his legs bending at the knees as she forced him to move the way that she wanted, ...teasing him, she slowly brought his entire body out, giving him a few moments to catch his breath.
"Oh, Dennis. You're never going to be anything more than a toy for me!"
Leaning forward over him, she smiled down between her legs at this naked miniature male figure, she knew him as her old friend, but the idea of making him into her toy was stripping away any form of recognition.
Then, pinching her fingertips around the back of his head she pushed his face against her stiffening clitoris - rubbing it, ...firmly, in a circular motion; manipulating his whole face against her rubbery clit - smearing it all around hastily; using his head to stimulate her throbbing pussy.
"C'mon little plaything - lick me." , she said. Harshly whispering between clinching teeth, "Lick my pussy, Dennis!", her breathing becoming faster and faster.
Forcing him to lick her growing clit until he simply couldn't feel his tongue any longer...
Only allowing barely a few minutes to catch his breath, the giant blonde roughly pushed his shoulders back through the opening and shoved him back inside, so deeply that just his feet were sticking out!
It was almost like he was able to sense when she was about to cum, ...wildly struggling around inside her, ...just at the right moment.
The way he moved, gave her the most incredible pleasure, ...with those tiny hands, grabbing around, aimlessly flailing. Creating the most exquisite sensations!
The pleasure. The blissful pleasure, an endless series of multiple orgasms, coming fast and hard, close together, and each one better than the last!
...
A living chasm, swallowing him up entirely... if it weren't for the air bubble that had formed around his face and head, he would have surely suffocated within minutes. The heated space becoming nearly unbearable - reaching well above one hundred degrees, Denny felt like a living dildo, being used and abused by this living mountain of female flesh.
In and out, in and out, ...steadily increasing the smooth sliding motion; pumping him deeply and thoroughly, trapping him perfectly inside, well within the core of her giant sex. Her over-heated pussy molding around his miniature figure. Crushing him within the inner-most strength of her powerful giant pussy.
Slowly building momentum and thrusting faster, then slowing down, ...slowly working him around - twisting him, and turning him in different positions. In and out, in and out - squeezing him with a firm smothering pressure.
The rigid inner walls grasping tightly, crushing around his shoulders. Denny held out, barely managing to remain fully conscious, ...while Angela's big fingertips clamped around his legs, forcing him into her sweltering hot oven.
Forcefully squeezing his ankles and pumping him inside her heated muffin. Cumming, over and over, and over again - shoving him deeply inside with wild abandon, ...drenching him with gallons of creamy thickness, nearly drowning him!
In and out, in and out, repeatedly stroking herself to cum, multiple times - each one slightly more powerful than the one before...
Seeming to know, just exactly when to pull him out - allowing him, to just briefly recover before she hastily forced him back inside again!
Over and over again, ...relentlessly abusing his tiny figure like a cheap two-dollar dildo!
...
After what seemed like endless hours trapped between her huge legs, the giant blonde gradually allowed his tiny figure to slip out. The large vaginal passage finally relaxing, offering it's tiny prisoner a temporary reprieve.
Denny was freed, slipping out and dropping into the slick puddle of overflowing stickiness ...releasing her hold on his tiny feet, slowly allowing Dennis to fall limply down between her large, glistening, butt cheeks...
...
Gasping for a breath, and plopping down onto the giant blonde's bed; splashing into the sloppy thick pool of cum. A widening puddle of splatter surrounding him, as he dropped down between the high inner walls of her magnificent glistening thighs.
"Oh", she gasped. Chuckling with a few hardy clucks of womanly amusement, "Look at you, Dennis. You're all sticky!"
Breathing hard, while trying to sit up, he sat leaning back against the inside of her large inner thigh - sitting in the crotch of her glowing legs - he instantly noticed the cooler outside air nearly causing him to shiver from the slightest breeze.
His head spinning, wondering just how long it would be before the horny giantess roughly grabbed him up again and shoved him back inside her, ...he coughed a few times and desperately tried to catch his breath.
Attempting to climb out, he found himself awkwardly rolling back down into the low depression, ...the mattress sinking down from the heavyweight created by her enormous size.
Her giant butt, tilting the floor below him, causing him to slide back into her pussy, ...he had to strain every muscle to climb up the slope away from her.
Crawling along the inside of her right leg, carefully trying to avoid the slippery mess, he lowered his face down to the sheet, quickly wiping away some of the excessive cream. The amount of Angela's overflowing essence, soaking into every pore of his body.
Regaining some strength, he fell down on his front, slowly gathering some energy. Resting beside the inside bend of her uplifted knee, he shivered at the sheer size of it.
Glancing down the length of her glowing calve muscle, all the way to her huge threatening feet - then turning to look back up across the entire length of her magnificent naked figure.
Angela' head collapsed into the pillow, slowly recovering her breathing from the blissful series of multi-orgasmic sessions. Her entire naked body, so gloriously displayed, her chest rising up completely covered in a slick coating of dewy sweat.
Catching her breath, she aimlessly began toying with the nipple of her left breast, ...glancing down toward her little pet, she smiled possessively and softly giggled,
"Oh, Denny. Where do you think you're going, hm?"
The entire bed rocked beneath him, as she simply leaned forwardly, reaching down and simply scooping him up. He uselessly tried to defend himself from her single fingertip, pushing it away from his face. She reacted by gently patting him on top of his head with it...
Giggling softly, she paused briefly allowing him to adjust himself, awkwardly getting seated within her open palm. She brought her hand up to her face and held her tiny little toy up closely.
"Well, well, Dennis. So much for your old life, hm?", she whispered.
Openly displaying her possessive attitude toward this whole thing. She seemed to be more than delighted by this fascinating new reality, ...knowing that he was terrified of her titanic size, she simply loved the idea of being in complete control.
"From now on, I am going to call you my, little 'toy'. My little 'Licktoy', ...you're just the right size to be my tiny little plaything!", she calmly spoke down to him. Teasing him, she playfully poked him with her fingertip,
"How do you feel about that, Denny?" "Does that turn you on?"
Her fingers loosely gripping around him, she playfully squeezed his shoulders and clamped her pinching thumb and index around his hips, ...squeezing harder, then releasing, she toyed with his legs and arms ...forcing him to move like a lifeless puppet.
"I want you to get used to this, Dennis - my little pet. Because this is going to be your job now. Pleasing me, and doing what I tell you, obeying me - it will keep you from getting into trouble."
Holding him even closer, examining his tiny naked body with those large sparkling blue eyes, - reflecting the image of his miniature body laying in her hand - within the wide oval spectrum of her beautiful large eyes.
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Dennis felt his stomach pang as the thought of being her miniature sex slave suddenly dawned on him, he no longer existed as a real person, he was a tool, ...now, a sex toy.
He knew that Angela was becoming more relaxed with this situation, and his treatment would most likely become worse and worse as time went on, ...he could only imagine what her impending urges would develop into, ...and the thought of it terrified him!
She pressed her single fingertip against his lower belly, easily pushing him down on his back. Gently pinning him down within her soft, open palm, ...he felt the large digit sliding down over his tiny cock.
The surge of pressure against it sent a slight tingling throughout his loins. He threw his hands out to the sides and tried to scoot backward away from it, ...the finger followed him and simply pressed it back down, squashing into his crotch with a slight bit more pressure.
His balls were pushed up tightly and his cock squashed flat against his lower stomach. Releasing some pressure, she slowly began to rotate the rounded tip. Massaging his tiny cock with just the tip of her big finger, ...wallowing it around and crushing his balls.
The feeling was painful at first, and he cried out with a loud scream! Her eyes flickered, as the large finger rejected his tiny whimpering, happily continuing to abuse his miniature cock. He uselessly tried to push it away, but the large appendage easily overpowered his tiny objecting hands, firmly pressing on his little pecker with just enough pressure to arouse him.
His tiny legs were hastily separated, just by using her thumb, roughly spreading them apart, ...his vulnerable crotch completely exposed before her huge hungry eyes, ...she smiled delightfully; most pleased to continue, she playfully watched him as she effortlessly masturbated his tiny cock.
Her long green fingernails, like pointed dull spades, brushing over his bare skin as she used her wider thumb and single fingertip to carefully pinch it up in between, ...he gasped for an excited breath, as the tightly gripping fingertips started to stroke up and down.
His eyes widening with fear, as the shock of what she was about to do suddenly realized, the very instant the first feelings of tingling pleasure began to flow, he felt his balls getting squashed beneath her thumb.
His body felt like he was being raped by a giant bird! The soft stroking motion quickly hardening his mini-sized penis. The softness of his bed conforming to his backside, as her huge hand shifted around him. He strained to hold off as long as he could, and as hard as he tried, his cock swiftly surged to full attention.
Angela giggled. Her hot breath washing over him, making his eyes water from the intensity. Her overwhelming size was just so big, so gigantically huge, that he felt like he was laying in the hands of a playful Goddess!
- Just toying with her tiny pet, she giggled again as he desperately tried to get away from her.
Pinching her fingertips around his tiny stem, she could feel every nerve in his little body surging with overwhelming arousal.
She felt so powerful holding him there, ...she wanted to drive him wild, and she was surprised at how easy it would be...
Taking a firm grasp around his little tiny balls, she squeezed them up together with his throbbing cock, ...gently squeezing until he started wriggling and screaming - like a little worm, he uselessly tried to defend himself.
Angela laughed at how easily she could abuse him. The thought of what Dennis was feeling made her cum once again, she had all of the power, and he couldn't do anything to prevent her from having her fun, ...she felt her pussy tingling as she squashed his miniature junk.
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Meanwhile, high above the foggy streets of New York - on the seventeenth floor of the Murphy Building, Ms. Melanie Kershaw sat hovering over her desk. Locked away, inside the closed Law Office of 'Kershaw and Jackson'...
The work surface of the large desktop, all cluttered with an entire day worth of well-organized files, several stacks of scattered papers; much resembling the aftermath of a very interesting court case.
Melanie, the lead attorney, looked more like a college intern, as she sat there at the large desk - dressed in a short, red colored, mini-dress with a shimmering pair of dark blue pantie-hose.
Sitting there so casually - with her posture perfectly straight. Her long legs, spread wide apart at the knees - effectively causing her skirt to roll up around her hips.
Her muscular, well-toned thighs, hugging the seat of the chair as if she were afraid that she might fall off. Sighing and leaning in, while haphazardly kicking off her high heel wedge's, she slowly released a long extended breath,
"Oh, when I get done here, ...your work is going to be cut out for you, little guy!", she whispered down toward her chest.
It had been a long day at the gym, and she had been working out more aggressively to prevent the excessive anxiety associated with being in court all morning, ...her middle-aged body, felt the strain - but, her well toned muscular build looked every bit as youthful and sexy as any twenty-year-old girl...
With mild frustration, Ms. Kershaw released a sigh- uplifting her foot she hastily crossed her legs.
Bringing her left leg up onto her lap, she flexed her shapely ankle; pointing her toes out straight, wrapping both hands around it and pulling it up closer to her waist.
Rubbing her foot and relaxing she started using both thumbs, ...pressing hard into the nylon sheathed sole, ...squeezing the wrinkled pad, casually glancing down at her large necklace,
"Oh, I should make you do this, ...if you had the strength to keep from getting squashed, I'd put you inside my shoe!", she whispered.
Her unbuttoned blouse, loosely falling open, allowing the cool air current to flow within her open cleavage. Her long hair pulled up into a tight ponytail - she wriggled her hips into the leather chair and tried to fully focus on her work.
If not for being alone in her office, the large chain hanging around her neck would have appeared strangely 'out-of-place' - to anyone else - especially with her shirt unbuttoned.
However, Ms. Kershaw felt quite empowered as she wore the necklace. The long, clear glass tube, dangling loosely between her ample breasts; it was more than a representation of something, it was more than a symbol of strength, ...it possessed something entirely amazing for the middle-aged legal professional.
It gave her something else, something so extremely extraordinary, that - not even in her wildest dreams, could she have ever imagined such an amazing thing!
The odd looking adornment, sparkling in the light, was just a simple 'glass beaker', like the ones that they use in a Chemistry laboratory.
However, it was what was inside of it, that made it so incredible. A tiny human figure of a naked man barely four inches tall, standing with his knees braced against the narrow inside walls. The glass steaming up from his breath... forced to wait, for his giant mistress to eventually release him from his narrow entrapment.
...
Inside the clear glass enclosure, the tiny man in the tube was barely clinging to his sanity. He knew that he had been shrunken somehow, ...but, he didn't understand how this had happened to him.
His co-worker, Pete - had also been shrunken along with him. He could remember it well, the two of them had been working together waxing on the main floor, when they were both overtaken by the noxious fumes, ...nearly an hour later - they were woken up, laying on the wide open expanse of a seemingly unending floorspace, ...completely overwhelmed by the sudden shock of this fantastic new reality!
Suddenly realizing, that they were, ....naked, and laying just outside the entrance of the now, huge Cafeteria!
Heavy thudding sounds - coming their way, instantly drew their attention to the approaching pair of gigantic women, ...they stood up and started waving their arms, desperately trying to get their attention...
When they saw them coming down the hallway, they thought that they had been saved, but after the two of them were found by Melanie and her partner Twila, the two lawyers in the building, ...they quickly realized that they weren't going to be rescued...
They were both quickly snatched up and taken away, stuffed into a giant purse and carried off to Melanie's apartment. Afterward, they were split up - Melanie, taking him and Twila taking Pete.
With Melanie dictating what the two women did, ...both tiny men were ignored entirely of their constant pleading, humiliated and mocked - the two giant women just simply laughed at them, treating them more like little children; relentlessly teasing them and keeping them locked away inside of those long glass tubes!
Weeks had passed, since that awful day and after he had been so easily captured, by these two giant women, Mr. Easel - didn't even consider himself human, any longer... The things that they did to him, and the things that the giantess Melanie, forced him to do, ...were just so strange and confusing... being so small, nothing seemed to registrar in his mind as anything humanly possible... compared to his tiny miniature size - the other-worldly size of her gigantic body, was like an enormous Goddess. ...he was forced to crawl upon the living landscape of her vast and naked body, he knew that whatever he did, ...he didn't want to ever make her angry...
...
His girlfriend, Susan, had helped him get that cleaning job. And, he had been working as one of the janitors in the building for nearly three years. Since then, he and Susan had become engaged and bought a house nearby.
After He and Susie were married, the two of them enjoyed the weekday mornings, driving into the office building together.
Well before that, though, before they were married, his wife Susan, was working as the full-time receptionist for these two lady lawyers. And, when Susan, learned of the full-time housekeeping position becoming available, she couldn't wait to tell her then, boyfriend, Jeffery, all about it!
They could ride in to work together and save gas. "Two checks and only one expense - what could be better!" Jeffery D. Easel, thought to himself, "Hell yes, I'll take that job!"
Looking back, Jeff would have never dreamed such a thing would have even been possible, let alone, that it had actually happened to him!
"Oh, Twinkie, Look at 'em! Hurry! Open your purse, quick! Hurry up, don't let anyone else see them!", Melanie commanded. "Here, ...take 'em, don't let them out of your sight until we get back to my place!"
However, after the two of them had been shrunken down to four inches tall, Pete and Jeff were easily captured by the two women and instantly became their prisoners. The two, beautiful lady Lawyers, had decided to keep them as pets!
Imprisoned by these gigantic females, Melanie Kershaw had chosen him. And, Pete had been taken by, Twila Jackson. The two men yelled and screamed for the giant women to help them, but they just ignored their tiny cries and zipped them up into the dark confines of Twila's purse.
They were instantly separated, secretly kept hidden away, and treated like some exotic, rare breed of domesticated dog - in miniature size, too!
He wondered if Pete was still alive, based on the way that Melanie was abusing him... if Twila was worse, he doubted that poor Pete had survived as long as he had...
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Melanie had been reviewing a new case, for a lawsuit which had simply just fallen right into her lap, she sipped at her black coffee and glanced back over at her wall clock.
Casually reaching up to the glass necklace, dangling from around her neck, she gently pinched her fingers around the base and gave it a slight twist, turning it back and forth as she casually studied the paperwork.
It was nearly three a.m. and she had been there in her office for over six hours. After closing time, she really hated pulling 'all-nighters', however, she knew that this case was very important to one of her oldest friends; a most respected business associate with all the right connections.
She brushed her bangs back out of her eyes and studied the latest data check on the background of the subject. It was the typical case for her and Twila, the only difference was that she was handling this one, alone. Her partner, ...Twila, (or, Twinkie) had decided to take a short vacation and fly down to the beach for a three-day real estate expo.
Melanie would have to ask 'Susan', her receptionist, to fill in for Twila. Maybe, handle some of the extra workloads with the case. And, knowing that Susie's husband, 'Jeffery' -had recently disappeared, just a few weeks ago, (which Melanie knew very well where the poor little man was), ...she wouldn't allow her, to find out anything about his whereabouts.
Susan had been her most reliable assistant, and she simply couldn't do without her help. On several other occasions, the forty-three-year-old Susie had always enjoyed getting the chance to earn the higher pay scale, whenever one of the attorneys asked for her.
Melanie would have to be sure that Susie didn't find out about her amazing little toy. Knowing that she had her tiny husband, dangling around her neck, she would have to find someplace else to hide him while they were working on the case together.
With Susie, ...being the little man's wife, Melanie would have to be extra careful, and not allow her to find out anything about what had happened to him...
...
Finishing up with her research, she stuffed all of the appropriate files into a folder and carefully placed them all together inside a black leather briefcase. She clicked the latches closed and slid the case underneath her desk.
Scooting her chair back, she bent down and picked up her shoes. Slowly standing up, and carrying the open-toed, tan leather wedges - together - by hooking a single finger through both of the heel straps, Melanie stood stretching her legs as she stepped forward.
Walking silently, in her nylon stocking feet - swaying her hips wide - she casually padded over to her window.
The first rays of an Auburn dawn, breaking through the glowing clouds; the tall brunette shifted her weight onto her left hip and leaned against the window sill. Looking out at the vast horizon, ...once again, she had spent the entire night working on a legal case.
Six O'Clock - the timer on her 'Coffee Maker' went off, preset to her wake-up time. She always prepared the coffee maker ahead of time, whenever she had a large research project with a heavy workload such as the one that she had just finished.
The smell of strong coffee caught her attention, flowing through the room swirling in the air currents of the large buildings intricately designed venting system, ...the slight breeze felt nice against her face, ...the bold aroma of fresh coffee suddenly gave her the incentive to stay awake, at least until she could get back to her apartment.
...
Poor Jeff. He had nearly fallen asleep, several times - but the sudden spinning motion every few moments prevented him from getting any kind of rest. Forced to stand up, trapped inside the tightly fitted glass tube, he had very little room to move.
Swinging around every time the giantess moved, rocking and jerking - sometimes bouncing and banging off of her immense body. If his giant mistress, moved too quickly, he was knocked backward and thrown around wildly!
Occasionally spinning, between her large grasping fingertips; hanging down between her huge bare breasts, ...she playfully toyed with him, dangling like an ornament from the neck of this gigantic, but very beautiful, lady lawyer.
Looking out through the convexed glass walls, Jeff could see the vast open space of the inside of her huge legal office, ...below him, filling his vision, Malanie's huge thighs parted wide, spreading out - covering most of the enormous seat of her chair.
The soft padding conforming to her tremendous weight, the sight of which, caused his tiny heart to skip a beat... the compressed padding crushed down with hundreds of tons of massive weight!
Her dark, pleated mini-skirt, wrinkled and creased - slightly rolled up around her waist, revealing the dark blue pantie-hose shimmering in the reflecting light. The sight of her open crotch directly below him, ...his spine tingled from the tremendous view.
The darker threads of the heavy stitched line, dividing the center of the pantyhose crotch, instantly drew his mind back to the nights that he had already spent trapped inside there! The tightly cramped space between her heavy thighs had nearly smothered him to death.
Melanie didn't even give him anything to eat or drink, she just told him to lick the sweat from her buttcheeks - or the inside of her large puffy pussy.
When she finally left the office and headed for her apartment, Jeff already knew that the torture was about to start all over again...
Later, on that same night...
Thomas Speedman thought that he had just barely escaped a great injustice, somehow...
He'd been granted a reprieve and given a chance to go to this doctor instead of getting slapped with a long prison sentence; avoiding Maxine's hasty decision to place him into the hands of Angela Cooper - was apparently his second opportunity to thank his lucky stars.
Maxine had taken him back into her storage room and placed him down into a large wire cage. About a half an hour later, she returned and quickly took him back out again, ...stuffing him into her breast pocket - she gathered up some more of her stuff and took him with her when she finally locked up her office and headed for the elevators...
...not that it would have been so bad - but, considering the alternative, ...the last minute change in plans, had been the most fantastic turn of events, ...or so he thought...
"'Amanda Prodowsky'" - ...the name-plate, on the front of Maxine's receptionist's desk, boldly stood out in his mind. He remembered her as she was when he had first walked into the waiting room of Dr. Maxine Harrison's Psychology office.
Standing up behind the counter, she looked so very beautiful. Tall and blonde, wearing a short skirt over top of a form fitted pair of black leggings, ...her larger than average bosom perfectly filling out the front of her colorful blouse.
Almost half of her long blonde hair pulled back and braided into a tight weave. The rest pulled up into a slight bun, with the braided portion coiled around the outside of the bun; an intricately designed weave forming into the likes of a Golden Tiara, ...she had a few sparkling glass jewels pinned inside for a finishing touch.
"God, ...she is so beautiful!", Thomas thought. "At my size now, ...oh, God."
...
Maxine pulled in next to Amy's parking space and shut her car off. Looking over at her tiny passenger laying on the seat, she smiled down at him, softly giggling.
"Look who's fallen asleep", She chuckled, her pussy tingled as she inspected his tiny naked figure; gently reaching over, she brushed a single fingertip across the side of his bare thigh.
She wondered how anyone could possibly fall asleep, whenever they were small enough to fall down in-between the cushions of the seat and get lost, ...or get squashed by some giant person suddenly sitting on top of him!
Thomas was different though, ...he seemed to be, just a little fascinated with this new situation. Maxine wondered if somehow, on some level, he actually 'enjoyed' being so small... Sure, he acted terrified whenever she was handling him, but Maxine could sense that he had become more than slightly intrigued by all of this attention...
Giggling at his delayed jerking reaction, she paused for a moment before slightly touching his leg again. Thomas jumped, awkwardly rolling over on the seat, groaning - he lifting up his head - mumbling something that she couldn't quite understand, he started looking all around.
"If he was getting a kick out of this, ...he wouldn't be enjoying himself for much longer", she thought. If he only knew what was about to happen to him, he would have been begging, to go back to Angela and throw himself at her feet!
Amy had a kink, as well - only, it wasn't something that only pertained to the giantess fetish. There was something about being the 'Dominant Female' that really fascinated her sexual imagination, ...her inner desires were something that was quite rare for such a beautiful young lady.
For her, it was such an incredible 'turn on' to fantasize about actually becoming a real giant; or having a shrunken man to torture, and/or abuse, however she pleased. For the tiny 'victim', though... Well, they wouldn't find it very entertaining, at all...
Unless, of course, if they had some type of syndrome, like Stockholm, or a mixture of that and an extremely submissive sexual desire, ...where they could easily allow the giant woman to do anything that they wanted with them, even swallow them alive - and, actually enjoy being devoured by her!
Amy liked to watch videos that were supposed to fall into that very specific niche, a fetish within the fetish. An extremely unique flavor of the genre. Actual 'Vore' was simply not enough, though... she didn't want to devour the little male, ...she wanted to slowly suffocate him inside her panties.
Keeping him trapped inside her sweltering hot underwear, "Oh, the feeling of his desperate struggling as he fought for air between her sweaty butt cheeks", ...making him stay right between her thighs as she crossed her legs and squeezed the air from his tiny lungs... Oh, yes... the feeling of having such power over this tiny, living person - a real man - trapped between her smooth thighs. His life, totally in her hands, completely vulnerable to her whim, she could crush him into a fine paste with just a simple squeeze...
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Maxine thought that it would be the most interesting way to allow her the chance to actually live out her fantasies with someone who actually needed to be taught a cruel lesson...
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Confused, and still groggy, Tom slowly remembered where he was...
"Wakey wakey, we're here", Maxine teasingly announced.
Wrapping her fingers around him, she smoothly scooped him up and gently held him within her hand. Lifting him up to her face she opened her hand and allowed him to sit in the center of her palm. Puckering her lips, she blew him a soft kiss, before carefully dropping him into her open front shirt pocket.
The sight of Maxine's huge lips - right in front of his face, suddenly awakening a rush of cold adrenaline. A jolt of fear coursing throughout every nerve; just managing to barely catch a glimpse of his surroundings, before she casually released her fingers and let him drop down into the softness of her right breast pocket.
Instantly surrounded by the warmth and soothing softness within this giant woman's pocket. Suddenly, he was feeling a little more than just 'comfortable'.
The large cotton shirt smelled clean and dry. The tightly stitched bottom seam felt cramped around his feet; he had to turn them awkwardly out to the sides in an attempt to stand upright and peek out over the edge. The large wall of intruding breast, pressing firmly against his back.
The heavy weighted bouncing motion compressed against him, suddenly lifting as she got out of the car and stood up to close the door, ...Wham!
The shifting sway, along with the forward motion pressing him back against her, drawing his tiny figure back into the huge 'bra-less' breast, Tom could barely see where she was going for all the bouncing, but whenever she suddenly stopped and stood still, ...he could see the huge form of an enormous doorway.
Maxine's right fist, lightly tapped against the wooden frame around the huge apartment door. Within a few seconds, the door swiftly swung inward. Sweeping open and instantly revealing the depth of Ms. Prodowsky's lair, ...the brighter light inside - and the sudden appearance of the beautiful, young mother, nearly took Tom's breath away - as she excitedly opened the door and hurried them to come inside,
"God, I thought you'd never get here!", she said. Stepping back from the doorway, "C'mon in, hurry up, ...get in here!"
"I had to finish up with Ms. Cooper's second visit before locking up the office", Maxine said. "Sorry I kept you waiting for so long".
Maxine walked into the front room and stepped back, as Amy shut the door. Stepping to the side across the room, she stood next to the coffee table, holding her right hand - protectively - over her shirt pocket.
"Oh, that's okay. I'm just glad that you're finally here.", Amy whispered. Her eyes sparkling, showing that she was swelling with a bit of excitement. "We have to be very quiet, though, Jazzy's asleep in her bedroom and she has school in the morning"
Amy locked the door, turning back around to face Maxine, "...we can talk in the kitchen".
Wearing a tightly fitted, well-worn pair of gray sweatpants with a loose - baggy - tee-shirt, her hair wrapped up in a large pink bath towel; Amanda looked as though she had just gotten out of the shower. Padding her bare feet across the carpeted living room, she silently stepped toward her kitchenette.
Stepping smoothly through the room, she quietly led Maxine, and her tiny passenger, into her dining room,
"Those two lawyers, on the seventeenth floor...", Amy started to say, before Maxine swiftly interjected, " ...Melanie, and Twinkie? Yeah?"
"Well, ...I saw them with one of the janitors, ...and, he was...", Amy held up her right hand - using her thumb and index finger - in a pinching motion - she roughly displayed about four inches of measurement-- "Tiny", she urgently said.
"They've probably captured both of them - at the same time!"
Stopping to remove the towel from around her head, while standing next to her stove, she swiftly folded the large pink towel and dropped it onto the edge of her table.
"By the way that she was handling him, she's probably had him for quite some time.", she added - as the freshly washed hair fell down around her shoulders, ...bouncing with such spring, that it almost looked like a golden wave splashing around her head.
Stepping over to her table, pulling out one of her kitchen chairs, Amy offered Maxine a seat. Then stepping around to the other side to sit down across from her. Suddenly noticing that the pretty Asian doctor, protectively had her right hand up - overshadowing her left breast pocket.
With a wide-eyed look of fascination, Maxine's tiny passenger was fully engaged in the act of peeking out over the top of her breast pocket, ...desperately trying to see in-between the giant doctor's guarding fingers.
Noticing the tiny head - sticking out, ...a slow smile gradually formed on Amy's face. She leaned in closer, getting a better look at the tiny man; scrutinizing his facetiously awkward placement within the small skirt pocket on the front of Maxine's blouse.
Maxine noticed, returning the smile, she looked down - affectionately, glancing down into her pocket at the top of Tom's tiny head.
Slowly removing her hand, she turned her shoulder towards the center of the table, positioning her body so that her little 'stowaway', was much easier to see.
"Oh, I see that you've noticed my little 'Pocket-Pal'!", Maxine whispered. "He's been sleeping in the car on the way over", she said, slightly giggling. " ...so, he might be a little grumpy."
Amy leaned in closer, bringing her face forward to get a better look at the tiny naked man. Flashing her best smile, she blinked, ...her freshly washed hair glistening like golden strands of wet silk.
"Oh, ...is 'That', for Me?"
The room grew eerily silent. Tom could just barely hear Maxine's huge heart, thudding within the wall of her chest. He suddenly felt like, he could actually 'feel', the heavy presence of Amy's piercing blue eyes.
He had to pull himself together, when he looked up and stared directly into her amazingly beautiful face - so large, it was like looking up at one of those highway billboard signs...
Revealing her pretty smile, her perfect teeth slightly showing; her blushing high-cheek bones highlighting her shimmering blue eyes... they seemed to draw him right into them.
"Hello, little Thomas.", she said. Raising a single eyebrow. Softly whispering - so quietly, that it sounded like a strong ocean breeze softly blowing through the edges of a huge patch of dry grass.
"Did you come all the way over here just to be with little old, ...Me?", she playfully asked.
Shifting her head to the side, while slightly rolling her shoulders, she slowly swung her head around and threw her long hair around behind her right shoulder, allowing the left side to fall all the way down in front.
Maxine chuckled, as she felt the tiny man squirming around against her hard nipple. His tiny feet stepping around inside the tight pocket - the tingling - tickling sensation, had made its way from all the way down below her belt, all the way up to her breasts, both her nipples as hard as bullets, ...her fingers slowly reaching up to unbutton the next two buttons down, allowing for a little more air to get between her boobs.
At the same time, slackening the pocket that held her little prisoner. Tom felt the taut seam becoming saggier, and he had grab onto the top edge to keep from falling down into the pocket.
Just then, a set of large fingers wrapped around the outside of the shirt, and crushed the pocket all around him - trapping him inside - completely unable to see, or hear what was happening...
He could hear Maxine's voice vibrating within her chest, but he couldn't understand what she was saying, ...she must have been talking to Amy about something that she didn't want him to hear.
A long moment passed before he was suddenly released and Maxine's large fingers quickly returned to reach inside and conformingly squeeze up around his naked figure.
The next thing he knew, he was laying spread out, pinned down and surrounded by several large female fingertips! Amy's large hands flew around above - using short strips of masking tape - she effectively secured his wrists and ankles, fastening him down 'spread eagle' in the center of her kitchen table!
Maxine looked on - extremely focused, watching with fascination, while easily holding the little man down with a single finger; Amy swiftly strapped him down, allowing Maxine to remove her finger from his chest to prevent him from squirming.
Tom was stuck there in between them both - the giant female faces, flanking him on each side - looking down upon him with a strong look of dominant passion, ...aroused and hungry eyes - watching him; without regard to his measly struggling.
Maxine smiled, blinking quickly she lowered her hand down between her legs. Releasing a long, slow breath, ...she moved her fingertips over her crotch. Watching intently as Amy started to remove her sweatpants...
"I wonder if anyone else other than them was affected that day?", Amy asked her.
"I don't know, but - if there were - I'm sure that the girl's basketball team had already captured them before anyone else noticed"
"God, just thinking about it, makes me so horny. ...already, my panties are so wet! I mean - just look-at-'em' _ I just want to 'Squash Him!'", Amy said. "I am going to - 'So, enjoy this!"
Maxine started rubbing her fingers more vigorously, opening her legs wider, she slunk down in her chair and lowered herself. Amy, stripped off her pants and was now standing there with only the oversized tee-shirt draped around her hips like an extremely short mini-skirt.
Taking a wider stance, slowly shifting her hips, reaching her hand down between her thighs, she slowly began rubbing her muff. Moaning with arousal and tilting her head back she released a long, drawn out sound of feminine pleasure.
Her huge towering figure, looming above the table, cast a long shadow over the tiny male captive, ...Tom had stopped struggling and was now sporting a full woody - his eyes locked onto the towering blonde giantess. Her voice drawing his full attention,
"Oh, I just want 'Crush Him' right now!", Amy said. "I think I want to sit on him, ...I want to feel him under me"
Stepping up onto her chair, carefully climbing up, she placed her right foot down next to him. Then shifting her weight, she suddenly brought her other foot up. With a heavy thumping sound, she was suddenly standing directly over him, ...straddling him in the center of her table.
As her full weight born down, the vibration coursing across the surface like a mild quake, ...shaking from the massive weight, she gained her balance. Thomas trembling with fear, looked up at the gigantic towering figure of this magnificent goddess!
Maxine was rubbing faster, now. Watching closely as the tall blonde slowly removed her shirt and casually dropped it away, ...now standing completely naked, she slowly began caressing her breasts - slowly shifting her hips - swaying gradually around, in a long, slow circle, ...her dripping pussy floating right over the little man.
Bending her knees she started to lower herself over him. Her wide set hips tightening, as she gradually came closer. The tremendous thighs flexing - swelling up, as she lowered herself slowly over him.
Tom's cock stood throbbing and twitching, the sheer sight of her standing directly above him, sent a chill of overwhelming fear. He felt as though his entire body was about to be squashed!
She was simply huge! She had to weigh thousands of tons, and, ...she was about to crush him, but yet - his cock was twitching - solid as a rock!
The table shifted, as she slightly adjusted her feet; moving them closer to her little prisoner. Her toes wriggling attentively as she slowly uplifted her heels.
Slowly bringing her huge butt down and squatting directly over him, ...the unbelievable sight of her tremendous crotch floating just above him!
Tom suddenly terrified, completely overshadowed by the enormous ceiling of Amy's massive body, he began struggling wildly! Jerking around in an awful attempt to try to get free, ...the tape held firmly as he tried as hard as he could.
Jerking his wrists with all of his strength, he felt the tape around his right hand tearing loose.
His ankles wouldn't budge, ...the tape held fast. He just managed to get his right arm free, as he pulled it back and propped himself up on his elbow. Looking out across the table top, he saw Maxine watching from beyond the edge.
Smirking, she gasped with a sudden breath - gritting her teeth, she smiled, "Crush Him!"
Amy's large feet flanking him on each side - the heels uplifted - her toes compressing - the balls pressing down - bearing her full weight, ...the curvature within the high-arching soles smoothly displaying an unimaginable force.
The tremendous strength; the massive power - within those large and beautiful feet, easily large enough to crush his entire body, ...just by simply, resting down upon him.
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Straining to contain the impending release, deep inside her loins, Amy fought to hold off the impending waves of an ineluctable orgasm. The beautiful, naked behemoth, precariously hovered her swollen pussy, ...just a few inches above the little captive.
Gasping through clenched teeth, Ms. Prodowsky balanced on top of her kitchen table - on all fours, holding her bare bottom up, bracing herself, ...trying obsessively to restrain her budding climax.
Biting her lower lip and growling with frustration, she threw her head around and spread her knees apart as wide as she could...
"Ugh, gaaah!"
Straddling their tiny victim, the grunting blonde giantess tightened up her stomach muscles - presumptuously flexing her mighty glutes like a twin set of matching guns!
Her powerful feet planted firmly on the edges of the table, chest heaving, her prominent bare breasts, softly wobbling.
Unabashed turgid nipples tracing small circles in the dim kitchen light. Her entire body rhythmically bouncing - rising and falling... covered in a slick sheen of glistening sweat. Her smooth knees uplifted and spread apart.
Raising up her hips, pumping the tightening glutes; her movement quaking the entire table top.
"Mmuh, muh, ...mmh, muh, Oh, God, Maxie, oh, ...yesssss!"
Her taut stomach supporting her weight; her parted thighs quivering as she uplifted her jiggling butt.
"Oh, God. Maxine!", Amy squealed, drawing deep breaths. "Did I, ...did I 'squash him?"
A gooey puddle of creamy cum was smeared all over the bound little man. The sticky clear fluid, sparkling in the light. Amy's large shadow moved away as she turned to look down at him.
Uplifting her lower body, her hands gripping the edge of the table. Raising her butt up in a crab walk position, she turned her 'bridge-like' body to the side and tried to see underneath,
"Did I squash him, Maxine?"
Maxine, seated directly in front, gradually stopped pleasuring herself to slowly sit up. Leaning forward, she looked down directly between Amy's heels to inspect their little male prisoner.
He looked badly shaken his tiny chest heaving as he fought to regain a much-needed breath of air. Waving his one free arm, Tom appeared to be signaling for Maxine to stop this insane test of torture. Pleading hopelessly for her to rescue him from beneath this giant beauty!
The giant Asain doctor whispered with a slight amusement in her tone of voice, "Oh, he's fine, Amy. Sit on him. Crush his little bones!"
Showing restraint, Amy had only for a brief moment, ...just barely allowed her full weight to compress down around him. However, that was all that she needed...she came hard, ...plopping her wet sex down over him and almost instantly, her powerful thighs crushing together as she convulsed in a squirting blast of feminine release!
Nearly smashing his miniature body beneath her huge butt, she had to fight the urge to allow all of her weight to come down on him!
"Oh, God!", she squealed.
Nearly drowning him, hot splattering juices exploded all over him! Popping like an eruption trapped within a huge balloon, the great hydrant of gushing juices splattered out all around him. Her hips bucked, involuntarily uncontrollably, ...her thighs jerking - as she attempted to contain her impending urge to crush him...
Her glutes clamping - her tight thighs straining - her clamping pussy wanting to swallow the little captive, crushing him deeper between her cheeks!
"No, ...he's a real, ...person, ... I can't do it!"
Maxine leaned back and urgently began stroking her pussy again, "He's tougher than he looks, Amy", she excitedly told her.
"Sit on him, again!"
She had removed her pants and was still wearing a white bikini pantie - she was rubbing her wet mound with two glistening fingers. Her right hand holding onto the edge of the table, as she watched this tiny males entire body, being squashed by this, 'much larger' female body part...
The erotic image was incredibly powerful. Maxine couldn't hold back from pleasuring herself. Watching this beautiful, giant blonde, sitting on the tiny man was just something so, erotic - extremely powerful - and quite arousing.
Being very flexible, Amy lowered her butt down as she swept her feet out to the sides and brought them back behind her butt, ...pointing her knees out, she slowly lowered herself upon the tiny man.
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For Tom, it was terrifying!
His entire life flashed before his eyes, as the sky above him grew darker. A living ceiling of magnificent beauty and perfectly shaped - female Ass - bearing down upon his restrained figure!
Struggling in his bindings, he uselessly attempted to get his other arm free - gasping, he started screaming in horror! The great mass of warm, soft muscle, slowly came down around his entire body!
The large impertinent mounds - like enormous lips - twitching individually, quivering with jelly-like softness - slowly coming closer to devour him alive! Swallowing him completely!
Unabated by his squeaking little cries, the mighty feminine glutes effectively compressed all around him. Pressing down, the heated space in between quickly evaporating, ...the giant blonde, hastily sat down - allowing her giant wet pussy to swallow him up.
Squashing him, forcing him down onto the solid wooden surface. The sweltering heat of the enormous vagina enveloped down over him!
Fighting to keep his free hand covering his face and mouth, Tom was forced to breathe through his nose. His legs struggling to endure the tremendous weight, he strained hard under the massive pressure!
Reaching up, he quickly began searching all around inside the slippery groove. The heated wetness, drawing his body inside, he knew that he had to do something fast or he was going to get crushed inside her giant pussy!
His tiny fingers slipped over the inner-most layers, sweeping upward and feeling around, he swiftly found the firming, 'rubbery muscle'. Grabbing onto Amy's giant clitoris, Tom firmly squeezed the large, growing appendage. Pulling hard and squeezing it, he yanked down as hard as he could!
The giant pussy suddenly lifted up and pulled away from him. Her giant body jerking backward, the sky opened up as she started bucking her hips - simultaneously - drawing away from him, ...'Slurp' He Did It!
He gasped for a much need breath, as her giant cunt drifted around just above him! The sound of her voice rumbled across the table top,
"Oh, You little SHIT!"
Tom looked up, just as the brightly lit ceiling above suddenly disappeared. Amy's huge foot came down over him with a hard 'Plop!'
"Eew, I'll 'squash' you - for that, ...you little shit!", she roared! "I'll crush your little Ass!"
~ 'POP!' ~
The beautiful blonde's giant bare foot crushed down hard! Cracking his bones and flattening him out into a bloody pulp!
....
....suddenly, Tom jerked his eyes open! He was lying naked inside the cupped palms of the enormous blonde. He frantically pushed her curled fingers open and tried to get away!
Lunging to the side, he started to jump out of her hand! Just then, her other hand swiftly grabbed his waist and wrapped him up inside her warm fist...
Lifting him up from her lap, she brought him up to her face and smiled quizzically, ...tilting her head to the side, she giggled, "Aw, did you have a bad dream?"