A familiar firmness pinched her sides and she was raised upward to meet Phillip’s mouth. He drew her closer as his cavernous mouth slowly opened to reveal his slick tongue, twitching with excitement to experience the oncoming morsel. Adelly froze in excited terror as the distance closed between them again. Before she could react, a fleshy, wet mass squished against her, slowly painting her entire body with a warm sheet of saliva in a single sweep. The muscle crawled along her skin, the knobbly surface massaging and reaching into her curves and folds like hundreds of wandering hands. It was heavy, threatening to press down on her most tender areas, pulsating between soft and firm as it crossed her body. She welcomed the thrill and she sighed with pleasure. Her camisole was caught in the process, the spittle binding to the sugars on the fibres and cleaving the moistened fabric to her skin. A single lick aroused a shiver to wriggle through her chest. Her nipples hardened beneath the quickly cooling moistness of her slip, aching to be touched.
Phillip ran his tongue over her again, this time sealing the end with a kiss on her shoulder. He repeated liberally as if she was a piece of candy, licking and kissing clean the sugary sweetness off her skin. Adelly squirmed and moaned with each sweep; every part of her exposed and covered by his enormous tongue as he ran it over her. Still, he was able to turn his attention to specific parts of her body: from torso to chest, to neck, to each arm, and her face.
Seeming satisfied, he lowered her down into the palm of his free hand while he wiped his bottom lip with his other thumb. He looked down at her with intense contemplating lust. Covered in a thin film of sugary spittle, Adelly shivered in the open air. Phillip’s gaze prompted a musty dribble of her own to trickle down her thighs. She anticipated and waited obediently for his next command,
“Take the rest off,” he growled.
Adelly promptly reached for the toggle at the back of her skirt. Her trembling hands fumbled with it but was able to eventually unhook it from its loops. Her skirt remained in place as she proceeded to remove her camisole, scrunching up the hem and lifting it over her head. As she threw the stained, wet slip away, a familiar fingertip pressed her chest and pushed her down. Adelly yelped as she fell back on her rear. The same finger then hooked the top of her skirt and impatiently slipped it off her legs. Her little muff poked out as the fabric slid down her legs.
She had only seconds to register that she was now entirely naked beneath Phillip’s looming face. She wondered if, at this distance, he could smell her musk, the wetness of her little pussy trickling down to her ass. Without prompting, and as if to gain an answer to her own curiosity, Adelly parted her legs as the waist of her skirt slid past her ankles. She kicked away her skirt so it wouldn’t get in the way. Phillip hummed with intrigue and lifted her to his face,
“So eager,” he purred, planting another kiss on her profile with a smile.
Adelly’s face welled a hot red from the swell of emotions. Phillip’s plush lips gently kissed a route on her body that reached down to her toes. Another trickle welled between her legs as his skin pressed intimately against hers. She nuzzled against his nose as his lips almost completely engulfed her front, lifting with a moist, crisp smack between her breasts and stomach. She moaned softly at the cool, tickling sensation left behind by his kiss, and she instinctively turned to peck his nose. He pulled away, his other hand pinching her hips and quickly flipping her on to her stomach. Adelly yelped in surprise, but reacted quickly enough to position her arms to fall on and reduce any impact to her face. Unable to tell Phillip’s next move, she whimpered as her hips were lifted so her rear was up in the air, presenting herself to him and his whims.
Phillip released a growl from his throat when his lips fell on her again and opened. His great tongue slithered out between her legs, its girth effortlessly spreading her thighs out wide to accommodate the slippery muscle. She gasped as he deftly slithered his way up her nethers, stopping to pulsate on the entirety of her crotch. The enormous pink thing hungrily lapped at her, the nodes of taste buds rolling over her aching clit and massaging her ass. Adelly reveled in the attentions of the knobbly pink surface, but sought more as she ground her hips into the flexed tip. She had never felt smaller and more vulnerable than now, trapped between the massive man’s hand and his hot, voracious mouth. He moved unrestrained by manners, driven by his own desires; to take her in however way he wished, like his own plaything. He could slurp her up and devour her, but did not simply because he willed it so. The thought prompted her to grind harder.
Phillip pulled himself back, realising the position his eagerness had put him. He ran his hand over his chin, catching the wayward saliva dripping from his mouth. He looked upon her with admiration as the tiny woman squirmed in his palm, now anxiously staring up with pleading eyes, wondering why he had stopped. She gazed almost sadly up at him, tenderly inviting him to press on and have her as she reclined against his fingers.
He was hungry to lick at the sweet drop between her legs again, but he focussed this time on her breasts: pert and perfectly spherical as they splayed across her chest and jiggled lightly under the slightest movement. He ran his thumb over them, catching the nubs of her nipples with the subtle ridges of his pad. Adelly’s back ached as he gently circled around her soft, silky mounds. She moaned and squirmed beneath his thumb, lifting her arms to grasp the trunk of Phillip’s finger behind her to better manoeuver herself against him. The flanking fingers helped to anchor her by carefully pinching her arms in the spaces of his digits.
As his thumb continued its work, he began to move. His boots thumped quickly, transitioning from clacks on slate to hollow clomps on wood, followed by the creak of a familiar door hinge. His hand swayed with the shifting of his body and she heard the sounds of clinking metal and leather from below. His other hand was outside of her view, but had clearly been sent downward to undo his belt and trousers. Then she found herself being lowered, even tilted slightly so she could see. Behind him, she caught the familiar linen field of his bed on which he now sat, his legs spread, calves stretching down towards the floor. And there, between his sculpted thighs, was his giant erection, growing larger as she was drawn closer to his lap.
Adelly released a squeak of surprise as she found herself sliding down his hand as he tilted it to a steeper incline. She instinctively scrambled back up Phillip’s palm, but she eventually slid down and off, falling a small distance before roughly landing on the base of his cock. She looked upward at the towering member, at least twice her height and several times her girth. It stood before her like a monolith of warm, pulsating flesh, caressed by his hand.
“Let me feel you,” Phillip commanded from above, his low voice echoing in the chamber of his room.
Adelly swallowed dryly and reached for his shaft, her steps cushioned by a tuft of pubic hair that carpeted his penis. They were tough, dark like briar vines, but maintained to a length that wouldn’t wrap around her legs. Her hands settled at a spot at her chest height and she felt the soft, silky skin of his member. She released a quiet but excited gasp as it twitched when she touched it. It was hot, firm but almost fluid, like she could feel the blood flowing through the enormous shaft. She stood mesmerised for a moment, at his all-encompassing body heat and the monstrous cock before her. Phillip’s hand continued to carefully stroke the upper half, thumb rubbing the swollen cockhead above, keeping himself erect as she admired from below. But presently, without prompting, she embraced Phillip’s member and kissed it, running her hands over what she could reach as if it were a lover. His own thunderous moans fed her pleasure.
Her tiny body pressed against only a fraction of his own. Whereas he engulfed her entirely, she must have felt like a blip, barely detectable, her fingertips like feathers, her little lips pecking him with her diminutive kisses. Adelly felt insignificant and an accompanying sense of gratitude that he would dedicate any of his time to her. It was unnerving, humiliating, but she continued to lick and kiss him to maintain his attention as if he could forget she was even there. What felt like a horrible, sinking shame also fuelled her growing arousal; fulfilling a desire she never knew she had for a being many times her own size. She moaned in sensual frustration at the onset of this new knowledge about herself, and she rubbed her wet pussy up and down the great shaft, smearing but a portion of it with her own clear juices.
Phillip’s cock lurched forward as he shifted, tearing himself away from Adelly’s embrace. She took the opportunity to break, wiping her mouth and taking in the result of her work. It would be short-lived as his hand rose to her view behind his erection. The little Borrower stumbled to get away from fingers that curled around the girth of his shaft, but she was caught by his reaching thumb. His digit hooked behind her, pressing her entire body into his manhood. He squished her into the fleshy pillar with shocking force, though its firm but spongy softness relieved some of the impact. Adelly winced as her cheek clapped roughly against the surface of his throbbing member.
His grip around her loosened slightly, but maintained enough pressure for her to keep her pressed against him as his hand pumped his erection. Phillip’s moans rumbled deeply through his chest, rippling down his body and through her own. She could feel his cock continue to engorge and throb, growing hotter and harder beneath her. Though his hand did the work, she took pleasure in knowing that he wanted her there, to feel her tiny body on his enormous self - using her like she were a toy. Again, she felt the intoxicating, twisting sense of insignificance swelling in her stomach and she straddled him as best as she could, rubbing herself against him in time with his pumping, the deep veins below pulsing deliciously under her clit.
The space around her opened as Phillip lay himself back on the bed; stomach curled in a crunch as he kept his chest raised and his free arm supported him from behind. He pumped his cock harder, faster, squishing Adelly firmly into himself, but miraculously not painfully for her.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his breaths quickening while his hand kept pace.
Adelly ground herself harder into him, trying to match his intensity as everything quaked around her. Sweat and juices mixed together in a sweet musty concoction that coated her and her crotch. She hungrily embraced him, imagining the things he could do to her, fuelling her peaking arousal. Just as he could gently cup her in his hand, run his finger along her cheek, or plant a kiss atop her head, he could also violently crush her in a fist, step on her with his boot, or swallow her whole. He was capable of it all, and her mind effortlessly entwined pleasure and terror into a jumbled daydream in which every action happened separately and all at once. Whether it was grounded in reality didn’t matter, so long as it was him and his colossal body taking her, consuming her entirely. She whimpered with the building pressure, edging her way towards her climax. Her nails and thighs dug into his shaft, and with a final flex of her clit, she cried out as the warm waves of her orgasm took hold of her hips and held her tight to pulse against him.
Phillip’s pumping slowed to an eventual halt as his own pleasure peaked, his hand maintaining a grip on his erection. He stifled his yells so as not to hurt Adelly’s ears as his hips bucked underneath her like sharp tremors, and his cock erupted with hot cum. The swollen head spurted white ejaculate that ran down the length of his shaft, some spitting on the bed sheets below. Phillip released his hand around himself and shielded Adelly from the sticky mess while he lay back flat to catch his breath, bathing in the already waning high of his orgasm. Adelly welcomed the respite as she collapsed over his still turgid penis, bouncing like a ragdoll as it occasionally flinched and flexed on the cool down.
A sheepish smile involuntarily formed on her lips at key moments she hadn’t expected to enjoy. And she enjoyed it all, so much.
“Are you alright down there?” Phillip chuckled, his voice rumbling from above and below her.
Caught in her daydream, she gasped softly in surprise as he curled his fingers around her and lifted her from her softening perch. He maintained a careful grip as he sat up. Adelly spotted a light pink blush across his face, and his messy locks seemed that bit more wild.
“I’m alright,” she squeaked, “Just…distracted.”
He chuckled and nodded in understanding, “Then, if you’ll give me a moment.”
He topped her head with a little peck before lowering her back down on the mattress, close to the head of the bed. He said nothing else as he stood to his full height, his trousers still unbuttoned, the back of his shirt damp with sweat, untucked and hanging out messily around his waist, covering his rear. It was probably the first time she had ever seen him disheveled. He traipsed out to the washroom down the hall. She heard the taps squeak and water gush out, the familiar sound filling the silence throughout the little bungalow. Not long after, Phillip returned almost the same way he left, only with his trousers fixed, shirt gone and a small towel in hand to dry the water from his hair and chest.
The sight of his naked torso always left her in awe, but following their coital tete-a-tete, she felt less guilty at staring as his skin gleamed with water droplets under the mid-morning light. She fastened a smitten gaze on him and bit her lip as his body moved and flexed, involuntarily performing a series of mundane actions as statuesque tableaus. She imagined the towel as her proxy as he ran it down his thick neck and across the expanse of his chest, licking up every stray droplet hiding in the crevices of skin and muscle. She had traversed his body before when he lay on his back, and she recalled the number of steps it would take her to walk (unsteadily) from his belly to his chest, and further still to his chin. They were both fully clothed those times, but now she wanted to be held, pressed, prostrated on every naked mound and hill on the vast landscape of his body.
Engrossed by her thoughts, Adelly failed to notice the Bean returning to her. She squeaked in surprise as the mattress shook beneath her. Phillip sat at the end of the bed and gradually lowered himself to lie on his side, forming a wall behind her. He propped his head up with one hand, his other reaching out to drape a handkerchief over her shoulders,
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he cooed.
Adelly took a corner of the soft fabric in each hand and curled it around herself like a cape. She gleefully followed the slopes of his pectorals until her neck craned upward to meet his smiling face, still so high above her despite his lowered position. He gently caressed her cheek with a finger.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked.
Adelly leaned into him, welcoming the warm surface of his finger against her own hot cheek. She couldn’t bring herself to speak yet, still in awe of everything that had just transpired, and now the exceptional panoramic view of the reclining colossus before her, like a private intimate viewing. A sheepishness caused her heart to flutter nervously, but she managed a nod.
“I’m glad,” Phillip chuckled, “I certainly did.”
“You…you did?” Adelly squeaked as she shuffled to sit herself upright excitedly, expectantly for something that indicated a shared sentiment in attraction between them.
Phillip nodded coolly, “I’d been wondering what it would be like. I think about it often.”
In her head, his response was jumbled. She knew the words, but they didn’t make sense together, “P-Pardon?”
“I think about it often,” he repeated nonchalantly, “How to hold you, where to put you, the angles, the right amount of pressure to apply, what would be comfortable, what would feel good,” he rolled circles in the air with his fingers to indicate a continuing list.
Adelly’s eyes widened in astonishment. She was no stranger to sex, having engaged with other Borrowers who weren’t perturbed by her regular interactions with Beans. And while there was usually some size discrepancy between herself and other Borrowers, none compared to that of a Bean. It was all very new and different from the other forms of intimacy she had experienced, and yet not entirely dissimilar: the mechanics and parts were the same, only much larger. The logistics certainly required some forethought, which she did not at all expect Phillip to have considered already. She certainly hadn’t. Her mind suddenly drifted to the rumours among Borrowers that Beans had libidos that matched their great size - was there actually some truth to them? Was he simply looking for some new thing to fuck?
“…Why?” she asked cautiously, hoping her questioning would yield more insight.
He thought for a moment, his eyes straying as he silently recalled, "You’re so darling, it’s difficult not to imagine,” he said with wandering eyes and a breathy growl in his throat, as he indulged in titillating thoughts that very moment.
“Oh,” she said quietly as he said nothing further, seemingly content in his own vigorous imaginings. It was appearing less and less likely that his interest in her extended beyond mere curiosity.
His eyes then settled back to her and he added, “And you are very precious to me, of course I would want you to be comfortable.”
Adelly’s brows knitted together in confusion, “Wha…?”
Phillip plucked her up at her waist and held her as he lay on his back, his head propped up by a pillow. Adelly squeaked in surprise at her sudden ascent, but found herself back on stable ground again, atop his chest. He knew that it was one of her favourite spots on him whenever they would talk. This time, she sat naked with only a handkerchief draped over her shoulders, her bare ass touching his own bare chest. She never felt so shamefully exposed before his attentive gaze. Phillip’s hand remained beside her, gently stroking her back with a finger. He looked at her with soft, doting eyes,
“You are very precious to me,” he repeated sweetly, “I’ve liked you for some time, but didn’t want to frighten you by suggesting an unconventional courtship. You are a very tiny lady after all, and I am a very large man. I imagine the prospect would intimidate most people, so I tried not to press it. Meanwhile, of course I have thought about things you would enjoy on an intimate level, if it was ever to become a reality. But I assure you: that the syrup was but a convenient catalyst and an extra indulgence.”
Putting aside that it was the most words Phillip had spoken in a single time, Adelly shrieked internally and she hid her blushing face under the handkerchief. Overwhelming relief released the tension that gripped her heart and her chest swelled with a giddiness she could barely contain. He liked her. She squirmed with delight as she kneaded her toes into the firm surface of Phillip’s chest and embraced the curly hairs that tickled her feet. Goosebumps formed on his skin in response.
“I…I would like it very much, the court…courtshi…ing,” she stuttered shyly, peeking her head out from under the handkerchief and trying to maintain her composure, “Would you…also partake with the…this tiny lady again some time?”
Phillip gave a single nod upward and said simply, firmly, “Come here.”
Adelly was compelled to listen and she scrambled to her feet. She trotted over, trying to keep her balance with the steady rise and fall of his chest, and leaned on his chin. No matter how closely he shaved, the hard stubs of hair could not avoid the grazing of her delicate little hands.
“Only if you will have this big ogre,” he said, referring to an early time she had called him one during a disagreement.
“You’re far more handsome than an ogre,” Adelly giggled and happily pecked his lips.
“Mmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, “But I can be as hungry as one.”
She felt his fingers pressing firmly into her back as he opened his mouth, teeth glimmering savagely in the foreground of the moist pink cavern. Adelly squealed as his tongue squirmed its way over her face in a single lick. He moved swiftly to hold her between his fingers again as he sat back up, dangling her in front of his face,
“Shall we go again?” he asked with a grin.
Adelly released her grip on the handkerchief, letting it fall behind her. She lay her hands on her bare breasts invitingly and traced her little fingers over her clavicle,
“Let’s.”