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Chapter 7: Shift in Atmosphere

Hanz gazed longingly at the tank full of tinies as though perusing an all-you-can-eat buffet. It was rare Hanz got to look down at people. The 5’2” goth was pretty used to being shoved around even by high-schoolers in the area. He’d always wished he was a bit taller. Then the shifters arrive. They were everything he had always wished for. People who couldn’t look down on him. People who would respect and fear him.

People he could use however he wanted.

Ernest was a little put off by the whole thing. He knew Hanz was a kinky little bitch boy. Nobody would let him do half the shit Hanz let him do in just five minutes of knowing him. And it wasn’t like Ernest was all that gung-ho to protect the shifters either. He’d love the shifter problem to go away, and if Hanz is getting off while dealing with it, all the better. But something about keeping what was essentially a talking beetle to worship your dick just sat oddly with him.

Ernest walked over to check on Hanz as he lifted Stephanie and Katie out of their new habitat. Hanz turned around and his smug, sadistic smirk turned to a needy, submissive gaze back at his roommate, trying once again not to just stare at the bulge stretching his underwear.

Katie had become accustomed to the fact that her small stature would make the people of this world look much bigger. So she was legitimately shocked at exactly how big Ernest actually was. Hanz was only at eye level with Ernest’s chest. Ernest’s 6’4” height, his rippling muscles, and his confident demeanor couldn’t have contrasted more with the scrawny, short, effeminate roommate.

As Hanz’s eyes drifted down once more, Hanz gave him a smug smirk. As weird as he thought Hanz’s interests were, he still knew exactly how to work up his short sub.

“What’s the matter? Are my undergarments making you uncomfortable?”

Hanz turned beet red and turned away completely.

“No! I mean, yes! I mean… maybe a little?”

“Oh, poor thing! Maybe I should just take these off then.”

Ernest’s finger dug into the front of his underwear and he started slowly sliding them down his body. Hanz’s eyes transfixed on the sweaty muscle man’s crotch until finally, a thick rod emerged from within. Katie and Hanz both gazed in wonder at the sheer size of it.

“Can I…”

“Put the bugs back, and then we’ll see”

“But can I just… It’ll feel really good, I promise!”

Ernest didn’t really know what Hanz had in mind, but he was hardly prudish about trying new things. Besides, seeing his new roommate already weak in the knees made him want to do unspeakable things to him.

“Fine, just this once.”

Hanz’s eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights. Katie’s body lurched as Hanz brought her to his mouth. He placed the scared woman onto his tongue and snapped his jaw shut. Katie tried to kick and punch against the wall of teeth in front of her, but his captor’s tongue knocked her off balance over and over again. Each time, she would rush forward and try again to free herself. But in the dark and constantly disoriented by the shifting of the tongue, she soon found herself unable to distinguish forward from backwards.

The light shone inside the dark, damp cave of Hanz’s mouth only for a short time, however, as something else entered his maw. But it was just enough light to see exactly what it was that would be joining her. After all, the glistening slit and surrounding bush had already burned itself into Katie’s mind. Hanz’s tongue scooped her up and pressed her into the warm, pulsing rod as it scoured it from top to bottom, dragging Katie along for the ride. Saliva filled Katie’s mouth and nose. Every time she could get them clear enough to breathe in, she would find herself smothered against the titanic cock above her.

Katie tried to grab anything to free herself. A tooth, a uvula, anything that would help her free herself from the smothering presence of the cock and tongue. Her wish would unfortunately be granted. As she kicked and crawled at everything and anything her foot became jammed. Whatever her foot had caught, it quickly dragged her away from danger. Or at least that’s what she thought. As she finally sucked in air, she felt around and realized exactly where she was. Her foot had gotten wedged in Ernest’s foreskin. She pushed against the tip of the cock when her entire world lurched.

For all Ernest’s skepticism, the blowjob wasn’t half bad. The light squirming against his cock in addition to the generous licks from his new fuckboy was already getting him hard faster than usual. Out of nowhere, he felt his foreskin get suddenly stimulated. The little shifter was simultaneously peeling at his foreskin, and massaging his tip with her tiny little hands. Ernest grabbed Hanz’s head and really started ramming him. He sat back down on the bed, dragging his newest friend with benefits with him.

Hanz was practically in heaven. On the one hand, he had two tiny bitches at his mercy. One was being mercilessly battered against his lover’s cock by his tongue, and Stiffy was face first dragged against his own cock, licking and serving it like it was her god. On the other hand, the giant beefy hunk that had already taken him for all he had a few nights ago was now using him as little more than a human cocksleeve for his own enjoyment. His strong hands clamped the sides of his head as the behemoth’s thick dick penetrated his throat pussy. He could feel each thrust against his choker. It was the practically the perfect combination of overwhelming domination and obedient submission.

Normally, when Hanz used Stiffy to jack off, he would gently massage her into his throbbing erection. He always took his time to really soak in the sheer humiliation of his shrunken toy. He would alternate between rough play and softer play to keep her alive to serve him another day. Today, though, he was relentlessly horny. As Hanz dutifully served Ernest’s erection, he gave no consideration at all to the tiny woman dutifully serving his own erection. The skin began to peel from her muscle. She couldn’t even scream as a wall of musky flesh smothered her.

Katie slammed against the back of Hanz’s throat. She could see the gaping hole into the abyss of his stomach. She latched onto the side of Ernest’s cock and climbed forward along its side. She made it only half way along when she was once again swatted by the tongue. She was almost lapped up completely when a sudden surge of white liquid surged up from behind her.

Ernest moaned as he reached climax. He emptied his balls right into the awaiting submissive’s mouth. “God, was getting this guy’s number a great idea”, he thought to himself. Hanz opened his mouth for him and showed him the stew of splooge inside. Floating in the ocean of white was the shifter that had been forced against his sensitive tip. Hanz looked up at him like a god judging his followers.

“Should I shwollow, mashtew?”

“No, spit that out. You can’t go around eating bugs you find off the ground. It’s not sanitary.”

Thick white cream spills from Hanz’s mouth as Katie takes a goopy ride down the corner of his mouth, onto the front of his shirt as he sits in a heap on the ground. Ernest picks the small, cum-covered woman out of the growing stain on the front of his fuckmate’s shirt. He took her over to the bathroom to clean her off while Hanz assessed the damage on Stiffy.

Stiffy was basically no more. What used to be a fully formed woman was now red goop splattered across his hand and cock. He was a bit disappointed that the toy he had been training for almost a month had broken in a moment of horny weakness. But he could get over it. After all, he had so many new toys now.

Ernest put the stopper down in the sink. Once the water rose, he squirted some soap into the pool of water and placed Katie inside. The water was surprisingly comfy. Not too warm and not too cold. She was a bit surprised to have such nice accommodations, especially after what had happened. Katie scrubbed and scrubbed. She felt gross all over, but was at least glad to get this mess off of herself. It slowly began to wash away.

Ernest looked down at the bathing shifter. He had to admit, the small one certainly knew how to make a person feel over the moon. Perhaps Hanz was onto something with this one. Besides, it was cute watching the little thing scrubbing the cum and spit out of her hair.

Once Katie felt sufficiently clean, she tried to climb the side of the sink. Her wet feet couldn’t get any traction on the smooth sink walls. She slid backwards into the water again. Ernest gave her a soft smile and lifted her up onto a hand towel. Even the hand towel was too impractically large at her size to use properly, but using one of the corners, she tried her best.

As she struggled lifting the heavy cloth, Katie felt the ground around her shake and rise into the air. As Ernest picked up the shifter and the towel, he curled the ends of the towel around her. Initially, she panicked as the walls closed in around her. But instead of crushing her, Ernest was shockingly gentle. Her world was surrounded in a blanket of warm fuzz, slowly and softly drying her from every angle. Ernest was careful not to hurt her. She shut her eyes and let the gentle movement around her carry her body.

As Ernest unfolded the hand towel, the shifter lay down in his palm, seemingly fast asleep. Its eyes fluttered open and it blushed seeing him look at her. She tried to cover herself, which only caused Ernest to give a little chuckle.

He went back to the main room and placed Katie back into the terrarium set up for her. Hannah ran over to hug her as Ernest walked away. They simply embraced each other, glad to be together again. Katie was exhausted from the experience she just endured. She slowly drifted off in the middle of the day to the feeling of Hannah’s arms around her, and the sound of Ernest giving Hanz another round.*

Katie avoided a terrible fate this time, but will it last? Will the trio be able to navigate their new position as Hanz’s pets? And how has this changed the atmosphere around Ernest’s dormroom? Find out next time!

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Chapter 1

Analyst Peyton Bell hurried toward the Shuttle bay. It was the second night on planet CWM2856 since the Bounteous crashed. The Loss of two engines was going to make repairing the ship to escape into space a difficult job. But that wasn't what was worrying her currently. No, she was about to venture out as part of a scouting and salvage team. Into a planet where everything was massive. A planet where the best of Mestorn weapons hand held tech was about as good as a bug bite. Her first scouting of a strange planet and it was one filled with monster beasts. She entered and Analyst Kendrick waved her over. Peyton skittered over. Captain Mitten was about to brief them. Besides Torrie, she didn't really know anyone in her group. The ship had only been crewed for a few days before coming to this primitive world. Mostly they kept to their divisions. She knew their names, small science ship with a crew of just sixty after all. Navigator MacPhee would pilot the shuttle. Security Lewis for protection, as little as that would help if something real big showed up. Engineering Russo likely to pick out what would work best for the ship. Since two teams had two from her Analyst team and an Engineer and two had two Engineer team members and one Analyst, Peyton assumed they didn't want to send out most of the Engineering team as repairs were being done. Their unit commander was likely also their medical support as it was Chief Medic Baker. The briefing was quick and to the point. As all of them knew the situation. Go out and see if they could find materials that could be used or converted to usable materials for ship repair or gantry building. Avoid local life forms interaction at all costs. Peyton hoped that wouldn't be a problem. They entered and Dr. Baker directed them to take the positions. This was unusual, but this wasn't a usual situation. Torrie to Analyst position since she was the higher ranked between them. Peyton took communications. Security Lewis took Tactical. Engineer Russo sat by her station. Macphee went through the steps for take off. And off they went into the night of a strange world. Peyton took a deep breath. She had to think of something else then what may happen. She looked at the other crew members. Torrie Kendrick, her fellow Analyst team member. Tall with an athletic shape looked good in her light blue uniform. The skirted female uniform allowed for easy movement. Light leggins and knee covering flex boot protected the legs. But they also showed how shapely her co-analyst's legs were. Peyton was jealous of her height and long legs. Not an uncommon thing on this ship she sighed. Torrie's lovely brown hair was waved to her right and hung just past her chin. Torrie had a friendly, easy to talk with personality. Peyton knew males were drawn to her sort of friend. Engineer Russo wasn't as shapely as Torrie, but was still a pretty lady. Peyton was certain her name was Mela. Peyton didn't like the Orange version of the Engineer uniform. She had a soft brown color to her hair and it hung past her shoulders. Clearly in fleets fitness regulations. She looked to be having trouble with her nervies too. Navigator MacPhee, Tanya to the other navigators. She, like Torrie, had a tall form that appealed to males. The yellow uniform they wore glowed on her. She had blonde hair that hung past her shoulders. But she was wearing it up in two pigtails hanging off the back of her head. Likely to keep it out of her face while flying. Security Lewis was named Amy. Lovely and athletic like Macphee and Torrie. Just not as statuesque. Her long dark brown hair was held back in a ponytail. Security’s darker blue uniform looked good on her. Peyton wasn't sure if she preferred the blue of their uniform or of her Analyst uniform. But right now she would have liked to have a Security Gauntlet and it's output increase it offered to standard side arms. Then there was the team lead. Doctor Angela Baker was not only tall with well trained legs, but also had the bosom that would distract males at mixers. Pretty as her namesakes. Her chin long dark red hair was gorgeous. With Officers built like her Peyton understood why crews on starships were divided between the sexes. She looked at herself. Shortest in this group. Likely shortest on the ship. She trained daily but still felt dumpy compared to many of the crew on the Bounteous. She wore her hair in a short pixie style. Her crush back home mentioned liking pixy cuts, so she had it styled to his preference. Seems he didn't mind long hair if it was on tall females. She just didn't see the point of changing it. Her friend Josie keeps telling her that her curvy form will likely attract many males to her. Peyton didn't see that, just plumpness despite her workout efforts. Torrie's voice cut off her slipping to far into self pity. "Sensors detect a pile of usable metals and alloys just a short distance to the south. From the scattering I would say it's some sort of scrap yard." "Corodadiates received, Dr. Baker?" MacPhee asked. "Let's check it out. Fly in as low as possible to lower the chance of our shuttle being spotted." Dr. Baker commanded. "Image refraction is on." Lewis advised. "Good. Hopefully we can land, grab some samples and start back fairly quickly." Dr. Baker noted. "I'll get the cutters and lifters ready for when we land." Russo noted. "Good idea. Analyst Bell transmits the location of the find back to the ship then go help Russo." Dr. Baker commanded. "Proceeding." Peyton replied. She finished transmitting and walked over to Russo. "How can I help?" she asked. "Can you activate the lifters and adjust them for this planet's gravity?" Russo asked. "Certainly." Peyton replied. It was a basic procedure after all. MacPhee landed the craft light as a feather. MacPhee stayed with the shuttle in case they needed a quick retreat. They proceeded out and began to explore the pile of metal material. They were on a pile of different metals. Alloys and polymers mostly from her scans. But useful for materials for repairing the ship. They had climbed down from a pile when Torrie announced, "This seems like the best mix of the pile here. We should get samples for testing and head back to the ship. Do you agree, Doctor?" "I might be in command, but I know better then to question the expert." Dr. Baker replied. "Why does that large cylinder seem familiar?" Security Lewis asked. They all stopped and looked at the pillar. It was almost as tall as Peyton. She decided to scan it as Torrie answered. "It's a drink can." "Dang, it's huge. We could bath in that thing." Russo noted. The can was tin with some coloring materials. The metal could be useful. Inside as a carbonated liquid. Mostly water mixed with a processed corn syrup and sugars. Caffeine. Then Peyton noticed something that worried her. "Dr. Baker, we need to get back to the shuttle now." "Why Analyst Peyton?" she asked. "The contents of that can is 4.3 degrees celsius. Nearly fifteen degrees colder than the air. That's a fresh drink." she noted. "OK, right. Double time to the shuttle. Lewis keep an eye out. Kendrick alert MacPhee." Dr. Baker noted as they started back up the pile back to the shuttle. A scream and what sounded like pistol blasts. A monstrous heavy ow replied to the blasts. Then another scream. "That's enough of that little pretty. You wait in there. Likely with a ship like that you have friends around." was a loud male sounding voice. "Doctor?" Russo asked. "We need to find cover." she replied. "There." Lewis pointed to a space between large metal plates. They ran as fast as they could. Peyton looked behind them as a giant male stepped around the corner. "Oh, there's your friends." he noted to a bucket. Peyton bolted as fast as her short legs would carry her. She ducked under with the others. Running to the back of the metal cave before stopping and looking. The towering humanoid beast was already just outside and reaching in. Lewis and Torrie pulled their pistols and let loose their blasts at it's giant hand. "OW!" it bellowed. "Come out little ladies, I just want to talk. Learn about where you come from." it said. Something about how it's eyes gleamed as it looked into their sanctuary told her he had different thoughts. "I'm connecting my pistol to my gauntlet." Lewis advised Dr. Baker. "OK, we are out of it's reach for now. We have to find a way past it and back to the shuttle. Hopefully with Navigator MacPhee." Dr. Baker replied. Peyton looked at the towering male. If he was one of their race she would say he was in his late teens early twenties. Puffy brown hair and unshaved facial hair. Too slim built to be a labour in a scrap yard. And the large square glasses and mix matching of his clothes spoke of a less socially skilled individual. Likely shy among his own kind. But they were not his kind. He smiled and her heart sank. "Where did he go?" Russo asked. "What's that sound?" Torrie asked. "It sounds like he's doing something with great effort?" Dr. Baker noted. "He's digging us out!" Torrie realized. "Quick look for a deeper cave." Dr. Baker ordered. It was too late. A massive metal roof moved off them and there he stood backed by a star filled sky. Lewis began to fire. He grunted off even the increased power of her pistol gauntlet combination as he wrapped his hand around her. Pulling her weapon from her hand and dropping it before placing her in the bucket. They scattered. Peyton bolted to an overcropping. She watched as Kendrick's legs kicked wildly as he lifted her by her torso. His other hand dragged Dr. Baker by her legs out from another outcropping. They were placed in the bucket. He reached over her and a scream told her he had Russo. The Engineer struggled hard to free herself. But his one hand was too much for her. Peyton hoped he missed her hiding. Didn't notice her. Males never noticed her when ladies like Torrie and Dr. Baker were around. This time she wanted that. Just this once could the universe keep that going. No, of course not. His giant fingers dragged her out and wrapped around her body. She was terrified as he lifted her to his eye level. Several stories from the ground. If he let her drop, she would be dead. His eyes looked her over and a smile formed on his massive face. "I think you're the cutest of the bunch." he noted. Then she was in the dirty bucket. Sure, now a male thinks she is attractive compared to the others. The improved cage swayed upsettingly as he walked. Russo pulled her pistol but Torrie stopped her. "It's no use. You’ll only annoy him at best. Worst, he'll drop the bucket." "How is that worse?" Russo asked. "The landing will likely kill us. Worse, if we live and it tumbles most of our bones will likely be shattered." Dr. Baker explained. They were brought into a structure and placed down under a ceiling light and fan. The giant noted, "Be right back." and walked away. "Quick. Russo give Lewis your gun. Kendrick, MacPhee help me help her climb out of the bucket." Dr. Baker commanded. "Why?" Russo asked. "She has the best chance with her training and gauntlet to get back to the shuttle and go for help." Dr. Baker explained. Peyton's heart sank. "She won't have to go far for the shuttle." she said pointing. The giant was carrying the ship into the structure on his shoulder. Past them and into a door. From the sounds of it, down some wooden stairs. "Well good. Less dangerous and closer. Let's move people." Dr. Baker urged. Lewis grabbed the top with their help and flipped over the side. Her footsteps paddled away from the bucket. "Bell, your next." Dr. Baker suddenly informed. "Why her?" Russo asked. "No time to explain. Hurry." Baker countered. Peyton was just flipping herself over the side when the door opened. She dropped and ran for cover of a giant paper tower. "Oh no you don't." the giant said with a snicker. Peyton was grabbed again and lifted up quickly. "Here, you can ride in here," he said, slipping her into a shirt pocket. She could just see over it's top. The bucket with her comrades looking disappointed. The room looked to be a primitive kitchen. "Hey, ones missing." he noted. His body waved in what seemed like wide arches over the table. "There you are." he noted as he reached behind a wall of plastic containers. No, bottles, plastic bottles. Lewis tried to run. Her gun was useless to his thick skin. But she was soon placed back into the bucket. He lifted the bucket to a room with a padded bench and a giant monitor. From the pile of blankets on the bench Peyton assumed he slept in this room. He placed it on a smaller table. He placed a book the size of a conference room over the top of the bucket. Then a statue of a scantily clad woman in a suggestive pose on top of that. Trapping her comrades. She started scanning, hoping the shuttle would receive the data and transmit it to the ship. But she had no way of knowing if it was. The signal from the shuttle was in and out. Like the building was partially blocking it's broadcast. He started clearing off a small stand or table beside the bench. He smiled at the space he made then traveled to some stairs. It was dark up in this level. He flicked a switch on the wall and went to a room. Inside was a scattering of things. He made a direct effort to one side. Peyton's blood went cold. A glass box the size of a small building. He was after an empty fish tank. She knew what he was going to put in that instead of fish. He reached down then stopped. She suddenly found his fingers surrounding her in his pocket. He lifted her and placed her into the tank. "There, you should be safe in there Pixy. Don't want to crush my new friends right." he said at her. Her stomach swirled as he lifted the clear prison. He staggered a bit, then regained his balance. He carried it down to his living area. He placed the container on the space he cleared. Then he walked back to the stairs and went up them. Soon he returned with what looked like a giant wheel, a rodent water bottle, and some foam. He placed the foam into the tank. Using some double sided adhesive he attached the wheel in the back. Then went to the kitchen area. Water began running. He came back with a wire bracket attached to some wood and the water bottle. He secured the wire bracket to the floor in a corner and attached the bottle. Peyton felt a little better about the bottle. He had clearly taken the time to give it a good washing before filling it. He left again and she heard what sounded like items being poured. He returned with four bastions filled with what looked like dry food stuff. He placed them beside the water. And was gone again. He returned with a rectangle square container filled with some grey dirt or stones. He had another smaller container with bits of paper shredded in it. He placed them in the opposite corner to the food. She worried what that was for. "What do you think Pixy?" he asked with a smile. "Please let us go. We mean no harm, we were just curious about your world." she begged. "Oh that was just as I wanted. Ask me to let you go again and I'll think about it. Really beg." he said excitedly. She knew better, but hoped he wasn't just toying with her. She folded her hands in front of herself and pleaded, "Please, we just want to go home. Please don't be cruel and let us go." "Hmmm, perfect. Lets show your friends your temporary home." he clearly enjoyed her helplessness in a perverse way. He took off the statue and book and brought the bucket over. One by one her away team joined her in the tank. He looked in and lowered his hand. "Guns, belts, and those techy looking watches now." "Look sir. I am Dr. Angela Baker from Mestorn Alliance. We are guests on your planet. We would like to end this misunderstanding and leave your home as friends. What do you say?" Dr. Baker called up to him. "Those glasses, do they do things?" he asked. "They help me see?" she replied in confusion. "Glasses too. Now or you're not leaving my friends." he ordered. An edge to his voice. "LET US GO!" Russo screamed at him. This made him smile. An unnerving smile. He was enjoying this completely. He snapped his fingers and waved his fingers at them. It was clear, he wanted those items now. Not discuss things. "We better comply." Dr. Baker said with a sigh. As they loaded their items into the giant bowled hand Peyton discreetly switched her scanner to keep taking readings and transmitting. It wasn't likely to result in anything. But she was starving for hope. He placed the items into a small box and closed it. It was placed on the other side of the massive room. He returned and sat beside the tank. "Quick tour. Bed, food and drink, and toilet and paper to wipe. Tomorrow I'll start tinkering out a better set-up." "How is that a toilet?" Lewis asked out loud. "It's kitty litter, I used to have a cat. But it got out. Sadly around here, coyotes probably got her. It clumps when you pee in it. Luckily for you all I don't throw much out. I have an idea for a flushable solution. But it will take some time." he explained. "So, we do our business in the open in that sand material?" MacPhee questioned. "Either that or you wait till I get around to taking you to a sink and do it as I wait." he clarified. "Now, Dr. What's your name, your incharge of this group?" he asked. "Yes. Is there something I can do to help my comrades go home?" she replied. "Yep." he said, grabbing her out. He grabbed her boot and started pulling it off her leg. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Taking your boots off to relax." he explained, taking her other footwear. He dropped them both into the tank. "I'd be more relaxed if I was allowed to stand on my own." the Doctor replied. Suddenly he grabbed the flap of her uniform and tugged. The snaps popped open easy to his strength. "I didn't say I was doing it to help you relax." he snicker. Dr. Baker struggled, but it was no use. Her uniform dress was as good as gone once he picked her up, It flittered into the tank. He wrapped his fingers around her waist and slid them down her legs. Her issued leggins didn't resist his strength. The feet of the leggins dangled from her feet. He grabbed them and tugged them off. He dropped them and grabbed the Doctor. Flipping her in his hand. Her breast support looked to confuse him for a few seconds. But he was soon pinching the clasp open. She was flipped onto her back like a living child's toy. As he pulled her last item of clothing from her, Dr. Baker asked in a distraught sounding voice, "Why are you doing this?" "I've always had a tiny woman fetish. I always thought it was just a fantasy. Well, now with you lot, it's a reality." he purred. It sent shivers down Peyton's spine. He started rolling Dr. Baker's breasts under his finger tips. "Oh wow those are firm for big tits." he cruelly praised. He brought her up to his mouth with one hand. While the other undid his belt. His tongue pressed to her body. He dragged it up her torso and made circles with it over her chest. From the sounds and coating, he applied an obscene amount of saliva to the Doctor's chest. He began to lower her. Peyton shook her head. Why was his undergarment being held open? Dr. Baker looked where she was headed then up to his face. "No, please don't do that. It's wrong." He didn't stop and Dr. Baker slipped out of sight. He let go of the waistband of his undergarment. The hand holding Dr. Baker was still inside. It started raising and lowering slowly inside the loose covering. His head tilted back and a pleased look masked his face as he closed his eyes. "Oh yeah! Oh Yeah! That feels so good! Better than I even imagined." he stated to no one. He pulled his empty hand out. He pulled the shorts tight along his front. Dr. Baker's pinned form could be seen pressed to what had to be his arousal hardened penis. He looked into the tank and smiled. "What should I do now that I'm relaxing?" he stated more than asked. Horribly he redid his pants, trapping the good doctor in with his manhood till he chose to free her. He started to reach in when Russo screamed at him, "You better let us all go or when the others come you'll be in major trouble." "So, what your saying is, there are more tiny women coming to become mine?" he cooed back. "They'll have weapons and will be ready for you." she replied. Peyton wished it sounded more convincing. "You had weapons, now your mine. I have your shuttle to study. Plus I have weapons and devices too." he was convincing. "But they have better weapons." she countered. He pushed her onto her back side. "Sush, I'm relaxing." he teased. Grabbing MacPhee. The poor Navigator looked too terrified to even attempt to resist. He looked to understand that and giggled as he slowly wiggled her first boot off. He tossed it back into the tank then grabbed the other boot. He lifted her leg. Making it do little circles as he wiggled it off. He dropped the boot in. He hooked a couple fingers around one of her long legs. He clearly enjoyed it's toned form as he slowly examined the leg’s every inch. Then the other. He grabbed both and ran his nose repeatedly up the backs of them. He then obscenely began pulling the leggings off of MacPhee. Humming gleefully as they began to slip out from under her uniform. Slowly they came off the Navigator's limbs. He directed her bare legs to his mouth. Slipping both inside. His lips slid their entire length to just under her skirt. Then Peyton's stomach clenched as it looked like he started to chew. MacPhee sat up in his palm. Her expression was shock, not pain. She gave off strange, almost conflicted sounding whimpers. She slowly lowered back into his hand and laid there gasping in time with his jaw movements. He slid her long legs slowly out of his mouth. They looked soaked in his saliva. He smiled at her and licked his lips like he ate a sweet of some kind. "Human women don't taste like that." he noted with a chuckle. He pinched the top of her uniform. Carefully he popped one snap at a time. MacPhee gave a tiny yip as each let go. He peeled it off her like the rine of a ripe piece of fruit. Flipping her onto her stomach to slip it from her arms. A quick pinch and her support was open. He lifted her in one hand as it was left in the other to be dropped into the tank. Back into what must be his off hand. His other ran fingers admiringly over her naked body. "Firm set on you too. Must be something about our race huh?" he noted as he molested the Navigator. He admired her legs again. He lifted her by those legs and folded her. His fingers coiled in his holding hand to hold them in place. Her back side was then slowly petted. He would pause from time to time to squeeze her cheeks together. He let her go and held his pinky before her. "I'm going to fuck you with this. Beg me to be gentle." he commanded. Fuck wasn't a word in their language. But Peyton knew what it meant from his expression. So did MacPhee, "No please, that's too big. You'll kill me." "I'll just use the tip. You'll like it, bigger is better right?" he tormented. "Please no. Please!" she whimpered. "It's going in. If you resist I'll be rough. If you spread your legs and let me in, I'll be gentle. Side advice, act like it's the best fucking you've ever gotten and I'll get all excited. Then I'll have to put you down to get unexcited." he explained. Peyton could see how hard MacPhee was trembling from there as the blonde slowly parted her legs and pressed her toes into the heel of his holding palm. His fingers coiled to brace her in place. He slowly moved the massive digit toward her womanhood. Twirling it as it approached. Once there he petted along her outer edge. "That feels nice doesn't it." he ordered. "Oh, yes, really nice." MacPhee complied with worried tones. He wasn't judging her acting; it seemed as he pressed it tighter. "Are you a good girl or a dirty slut?" he asked. "Which would you prefer?" she begged. "Oh, I'm hoping you're a good girl. Nice and tight on my pinky. Nervous about what is about to happen. But love it once I start." he advised. "I'm a very good girl. Please don't hurt me, I'll be very good for you." she begged. Peyton cringed as the tip of the finger poked inside Macphee. The Navigator gasped loudly as more was pushed into her. The giant smiled and started working the end inside the leggy blonde. MacPhee mumbled oh sounds as he played inside her. "Tell me you like it!" he commanded. "I like it! It feels really good! I really like it!" she complied. "Show me you like it!" he demanded. The Navigator arched herself in his hand and began moaning obscenely with his pumping. "Yes! It's so big and thick! Too thick and big for my good girl vagina! Feels so good!'' She praised for her life. Suddenly he quickened his pace. The Navigator started barking oh sounds as he stroked her sensitive insides. "Feels good huh? You like that don't you blondie!" he gleefully stated. He looked happy with her reactions despite her not answering him. She suddenly pressed her hands into his fingers and pushed to clear strain as her body arched. He pulled his finger free as MacPhee looked more defeated then satisfied. "See, told you that you would like it." he told her and placed her back into the tank. He undid his pants and pulled them and his undergarment down. Dr. Baker looked relieved for the fresh air till he pressed her with his hand against his erect penis. His hand started dragging her up and down the shaft of his manhood. "Yeah your big tits feel good! Yes your melons, well maybe melon balls at your size. I don't care right now, I'm just going to cum on them." he ranted. He wrapped the Doctor to the tip of his penis. Quickly grabbing some white paper sheets he wrapped them around her body. He shuttered and made strange sounds. Peyton realized he was ejactulating. Covering the poor Doctor with his released semen. Once he finished he peeled the poor doctor and the sheets back. Her face and tops of her breasts were white with his release. "Oh perfect! Just as I always imagined." he celebrated with himself. He coiled her back along his manhood. Grabbing MacPhee he walked to another room. He returned and placed the water damp pair back into the tank. "Well, let's take a moment to look at your ship huh? That felt too good not to want more. Besides, depending on how many I catch I might make some good money selling a few of you to some friends of mine." He left the room. Peyton walked over and sat on the foam. Tears began trickling down her cheeks. She wanted to be saved. But not if it would trap others of the crew with that horrible monster. An arm over her shoulder. Torrie hugged her tight as she was crying too. Peyton could tell even with her blurry eyes, all of them were crying.

@technomage Thanks. This was a blast to write, and I’m happy it came out as good as it did. It actually started out as a far shorter story, but I kept getting more inspired with more and more ideas until this blossomed into the story you see today.

In truth, I’m going to miss writing this story, but it’s time to move on and give everybody the conclusion to this tale. I’m definitely going to do more long series in the future, but I have a few short story ideas in my head that I can’t wait to get started on.

I have another short story coming down the pipe that I’m pretty excited about, so look forward to that one.

“Okay. Lana, turn to your right.” She did, turning to face the wall, looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “Now, Danny, press her against the wall.” She moaned enticingly as her breasts were squished against the wall, and Danny also grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head back for good measure. Good, he could see where this was going.

“Yes! Be a little rough with her.” Danny did like to play rough sometimes, but this direction was more for me than for him. If I couldn’t stop them from having sex, then I could at least make Lana the subject of someone else’s whims. I couldn’t help smiling as he smacked her on the ass, eliciting a yelp. She moaned immediately afterward and stuck her butt out even more, apparently enjoying it herself, but it was still satisfying to watch.

He placed her right hand on her butt, making her spread herself for him, and slid a hand down her crack to her sex. I felt a hand slide down toward my own, and had to force it away; watching this was getting me hotter than I had imagined it would. Danny was working Lana with two fingers, and it sounded like she was already soaking. He knelt down and tongued her clit, causing her to squeal and arch upwards, then he stood and grabbed her hair, pressing her firmly back against the wall and probing her deeply with his fingers. I gave Danny the occasional direction, mostly to remind them that I was supposed to be making the choices, but he was essentially giving me everything that I wanted from this already. I expressly did not give Lana any instructions – I wasn’t going to give her any agency in this scenario.

I could see that Lana was ready for the next step, and Danny’s nearly-hard cock told me that he wasn’t far behind. I eyed his member for a long moment, imagining things that I could do, and had to bite my fingers to keep myself in check. Instead, I gave Danny another command: “Make her beg for it!” I grinned; this should be entertaining.

He placed his cock in between her cheeks, sliding the shaft up and down a few times, asking her, “Is this what you want? Hmm?” He then slid it farther down to her pussy, then upwards between her legs before vibrating it on her clit, causing a small spasm to run through her. “Or maybe you want more?”

“Please,” she said quietly.

“What?” Danny’s shaft glided smoothly over her slit, and she was moaning incessantly now.

“Please!” she said, more loudly. Before I realized it, I had leaned myself against the wall, pressing my breasts and face into the hard surface, imagining Danny doing the same to me, his gentle but unyielding grip holding me in place, his teasing driving me wild with desire, only to leave my desires unfulfilled until I thought I would burst. This wasn’t the reason that I had directed Danny, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt my wetness drip down a thigh, and their voices became indistinct as I became lost in my fantasy.

I was brought back by a change in Lana’s inflection. “Dan, please! I need it!”

“What do you need?” He was holding her wrists behind her back in his left hand, with his right hand using his meat to tease her.

“I need you to fuck me! I need you to give me that dick!” There it is, I thought, smiling inwardly. Yes, Lana, show us your inner slut.

Danny teased her clit one last time, making Lana shiver and moan, then slid his cock halfway into her. I bit my lip, imagining that invader in my own tunnel. Lana’s words mirrored my thoughts, “Oh God, yes! Make me take it! Make me take every inch of that rock-hard dick!” I felt my heat again, and struggled to maintain control of myself. I realized just how absurd it was to be aroused by the sight of my husband and my best friend, but my mind somehow took the forbidden nature of the situation and twisted it into even greater arousal. It wasn’t me, I told myself, it was that … stuff, whatever it was that Danny had given me. There’s no other way I would be aroused by watching this. By watching Danny’s hard cock filling her, making her squeal, giving her everything that she desired and more.

I didn’t realize just how much control I had lost until I felt a finger enter my pussy, moving to match Danny’s motions. I imagined the feeling of him after the first time I had shrunk, when I still had him inside me, gloriously overfilled. The air, already filled with Lana’s moans, became oversaturated as my own sounds began to slip out. Oh, yes! Danny, give it to me! Just like that! Oh God, I needed this!

Wait, no! Don’t take it away from me! Danny, please, I need it! I feel so empty without you! Can’t you see how my legs are quivering with need? Please, give it back to me!

I begged silently as Lana did the same vocally, and Danny made us wait for a few more interminable seconds before finally giving us what we craved. I closed my eyes, letting the intensity of sensation run through me. When I opened them again, I saw that Danny’s cadence had changed, a subtle change that I instantly recognized. Yes, give me that cum! Make me climax with you! And then … no! No, not that! Not again! Desperate to regain control of myself, I pushed myself away from the wall, letting my body fall backward. It surprisingly didn’t hurt when I fell onto the hard surface, but the shock of it was enough to snap me out of whatever trancelike state the poison had induced in me. Trembling, I pulled myself up onto my knees and looked up at Danny and Lana, seeing that Danny was steadily racing toward the finish. I paused, steadying my breath, then decided to give Danny some help.

“Lana, squeeze!” She didn’t react, not outwardly at least, but I knew from Danny’s reaction that she had heard me. He moaned loudly, then, after two more thrusts, “God damn, girl! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Cum in her ass!” I yelled.

Lana’s head instantly whipped toward me, her eyes wide. “WHAT?!” The look on her face was absolutely priceless, and I doubled over with laughter, unable to respond. Oh, I couldn’t wait to watch that replay!

She laughed in spite of herself. “God, you little whore! I hate you!”

Recovering from my fit of laughter, I realized that Danny was already crossing the finish line, and I had already missed most of it. He was buried to the hilt in Lana, shooting himself deep within her. From the expression on Lana’s face, I guessed that she had been distracted, too, and she wasn’t thrilled about it.

“Whew!” Danny pulled out of Lana, and started backing unsteadily toward the bed. “Holy shit! You two are something else!” He fell backward onto the mattress with a loud sigh, his feet still hanging over the edge. I judged that he was pretty much done for tonight.

I watched Danny for a moment, then I began to turn to see what Lana was doing, but I was startled by a sudden, huge lateral movement. My head swam, and I could feel the enormous fingers pinched around my torso, meaning that Lana must have picked me up and was moving me to somewhere else. After a moment, my speed decreased enough that my vision cleared, and I looked around quickly, trying to determine where I was. Lana was still shifting herself, lying on her back next to the dresser. I looked behind me to see that her hips were slightly up on the wall.

Lana was looking at me through narrowed eyes, a small smile on her lips. “You,” she said, jabbing a massive index finger at me, “have an evil little mind.” I was taken aback by the suddenness of her movements; it didn’t feel right when things so large moved that quickly. “You know, I almost came too, before your little stunt. So, now you owe me one orgasm.” I felt my heart sink. God damn it, Ellie. It had seemed to be going so well, but you just had to poke the bear, didn’t you?

I was suddenly moved to the ground and folded into a straddling position, surprised by how efficiently Lana was able to orient my body with a single hand. Before I could regain my bearings, she slid me rapidly forward on the wet, folded ground, and I knew more from the feel than from the sight that she had placed me at the top of her slit. Underneath me, I could feel the folded skin slide by, her clit poking out, now the size of a volleyball. I was shocked for a moment – last time I had seen her clit, it had been about one-third of its current width.

My own pussy flared to life at the first touch, hot with jealousy from our earlier voyeurism of Danny and Lana, refusing to be denied this time. Lana pressed my shins to the ground, moving me back and forth over her folds, using my body on herself like a pleasure toy, each movement intensifying my own desire despite the ignominious state of affairs. Or maybe partly because of it – my lust had been uncannily twisted tonight. I gritted my teeth, praying that I could contain myself until Lana was done. Concentrating, I could hear that her loud, distant moans were already filling the air. Maybe there was some hope.

Then she let go of me. “Ride me, Ellie! Show me what a sexy little cowgirl you are!” My mind worked frantically, looking for a way to get through this without another orgasm. I quickly decided to pretend to ride Lana’s clit, but use my hands on her instead, sparing myself from the unwanted contact. But my body had its own plan, and was already doing as Lana had commanded, and another arc of pleasure surged through my body as my clit slid against Lana’s. No! Fuck! I had to keep it under control.

But it was too late. My hips worked crazily, and my torso angled forward to maximize the pressure on my button. I could hear Lana’s distant moans as we descended together into our desires. “Oh God! Oh, Ellie, don’t stop! Rub me harder!” I tried to do just that, grabbing nearby folds to pull myself down, increasing the pressure on my clit and hers. “Yes! More!” I pulled still harder, sending myself deeper into a carnal spiral. But it wasn’t enough for Lana, and I felt her massive fingertip on my head. I knew what she was about to do, and sat up straight so that I wouldn’t be flattened by the pressure. Then she pushed down, hard, and I bucked my hips to pleasure us both, now eager for the imminent crescendo. Lana’s cries increased in pitch, mirroring my own as I rode her into oblivion.

No! I had to stop this! The thought forced its way through the swirl of sensations, and I suddenly remembered what was at stake. I begged my unresponsive body to obey, pleading with myself for some sanity in this unreal situation. I heard my cries increase in pitch as the intensity escalated still further, defying my silent pleas. No! I had to … I pushed my hips to the side, and felt Lana’s finger slide off of my head as the supporting frame was broken. I rolled to my back, twitching uncontrollably, my thighs locked in position from the tension remaining in my hips. But I felt myself edging back from the brink of the abyss, and I let myself enjoy my momentary success.

“Ellie! No, you can’t stop!” Lana’s cry was almost a whine, signaling her own desperation. I tried to move away, the futility of it obvious, but I couldn’t simply give up. I was immediately lifted by Lana’s giant finger and thumb, then pressed heavily to her enormous clit, and my body was suddenly her little sex toy once again. She rubbed me back and forth on herself, far more forcefully than I ever could, and my body was wracked by rapturous waves with each motion. I tried to beat my fist against her in anger and despair, but instead my hand was pressed to my own breast, massaging it roughly, desperate to add to the sensations. The abyss suddenly loomed large before me once again, drawing closer with every stroke. My cries stopped having any coherence as another torrent rushed through my body, pushing me over the edge that I no longer realized existed, as all thought became lost in the turbulence. Violent brightness encompassed me, then became colors that swam and merged, mirroring the chaos that had overpowered my mind. I dimly heard Lana as I faded: “Yes! Oh! You tiny, sexy bitch!”

A lifetime later, I was shaking. No, I was being shaken. Being shaken erratically, almost convulsively. A sound broke through my awareness, confusing me for a moment before I realized that it was a person’s voice. Not talking, or even shouting, but something more visceral. More elemental. I tried to open my eyes before realizing that they were already open. As the world started to shakily resolve itself, I saw a face to my left, looking in a random direction. Lana. The source of the sound. Lana. That meant … I turned my attention to myself, and saw that I was being held by gigantic fingers. Still. I had been gone for an eternity, and returned to exactly where I had left. Although … it wasn’t quite exactly. The fingers were larger now, and Lana’s face was farther away. I knew that was important.

The ground beneath me shuddered violently as I was pressed down with an unbearable amount of force. Another shudder, then it settled into a rapid shaking, and I began to move slower and more smoothly. My mind now partially reassembled, I finally realized that Lana had just had her own climax. I slapped my hand on her finger, hoping to get her attention, then continued for about ten more seconds until her eyes shifted to me.

Then her eyes widened. “El! You’re even smaller! What happened?” She brought me closer to her face, and I traveled a hundred feet in an instant. I scowled as I realized that my cataclysmic orgasm had gone entirely unnoticed. Lana saw my expression, but her contented smile didn’t change. “Oh, don’t be so sour. It looks like you enjoyed it just as much as I did!”

I was moved quickly around again as Lana shifted. When my vision righted itself, Lana had her feet underneath her and was standing up. I looked down, saw just how high in the air I was, then quickly looked in any other direction.

“Lana,” I said. “Put me down, please.” There must have been something in my tone, because Lana’s smile vanished as she looked at me, then placed me gently back on the dresser. I sat down, feeling a deep exhaustion. And cold. I hugged my legs to my chest, realizing that my persistent sexual arousal was finally gone. I should have felt elated, but I only felt tired, and sore, and cold. If the effects were wearing off, did that mean that I would grow back to my normal size? I looked at Danny’s phone for a size reference, not seeing any change yet. The phone was still recording an empty area of the room, having been forgotten in all the fervor.

I reached a finger gingerly toward my slit, then jerked it back as soon as it made contact. Holy shit, I was sore! I guessed that it had been masked by that drink, along with my fatigue, until now. But now that it seemed to be wearing off, what would happen to me? Was this situation permanent, or temporary? Would I grow back to my normal size at some point, or be stuck like this forever?

I studied the phone, and my weariness receded as I began to truly realize the precariousness of my situation. Even on its side it was still twice my height. I approached it and held out a hand, horrified when I saw that my spread fingers would barely cover half of the home button. If, God forbid, the effects really were permanent, was it only my size that was changed? My stomach turned as I considered the possibility that it might start all over again the next time I had an orgasm.

I ventured a look over the edge of the dresser, not looking directly down this time. I didn’t think I’d be able to make it down on my own, even if I somehow worked up the courage to try. I tried to think of the things that I would be able to do without help at this size, and felt a new despair. I wouldn’t be able to get down from here, or get food or water, find something to use as clothing, find a place to use for a bathroom, or do much of anything, for that matter. Even if I made it to the floor, I wouldn’t be able to reach anything, and Danny and Lana might not even notice me as they walked around, unknowingly threatening my life.

I sat down, then lay back in defeat as I resigned myself to the fact that I was completely and utterly dependent on them, at least until something changed. On a surface level, I had known all evening what had been happening to me, but this was the first time that I truly felt it, deeply and viscerally. Until now, I hadn’t really accepted what was happening to me, and my mind kept interpreting events as if Danny and Lana had grown. But now, I felt sick at how helpless I had become. So powerless. So inconsequential. So … tiny. I felt tears rising in my eyes, and squeezed them shut, trying to fight off the despondence and find some way to mentally reassure myself. But I couldn’t find any comforting thoughts at the moment.

“You’re not sleeping, are you?” My eyes snapped open, my heart leaping for a worried instant before I saw that Lana was talking to Danny.

“What? No. I was just … resting.”

“Oh, right. I guess I’m not interesting enough to keep your attention?” She turned away from him, then made a show of bending over to pick a piece of clothing off the floor. I felt a rush of anger, no longer masked by my forced arousal.

Lana was still facing away, toying with the piece of underwear that she had picked up. “You still have the other half of that stuff?” she asked innocently. I felt a new chill at the possible implications.

“Yeah. Why? You have something in mind?” Danny responded.

Lana turned to look at him over her shoulder, wearing only her trademark half-smile.

The End
(for now)