@moncho nada mal bro. como para tener muchas en tu habitacion y tenerlas ahi solo para darle placer a tu cuerpo

@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)

@kaito great taste in characters

There are so many hot descriptions here! I’ve also put a lot of thought into this. I want a sturdy, very realistic-looking dollhouse with walls that can be opened, a detachable roof, doors and windows I can lock from the outside and that are padded and made just big enough that I can fit my hard-on in there! The furniture should be just a bit too big for my tiny captive, making her feel like a hobbit in there. There should be miniature plumbing so she can clean up after I play with her. I’m a dirty giant who likes playing dirty games with clean little ladies who want to stay clean! >:)

@marvin231 Very cool! I liked the lighting

@TakoAlice8 The nose goes both ways. First thing I do with a little lady is sniff her all over, every nook and cranny.

@dr-tol These are really great! I look forward to the next sequence!

@technomage no te preocupes. Se que es dificil lograr algo así con gente de tan tan lejos pero bueno, al menos tienes la SizeCon mas cerca! y cuando vuelva a ser física ojalá podamos vernos algun día!

Safaa’s entire world imploded. Waves of pleasure outgrew and crashed down on her. This was no time for discretion or holding back. With her back arched, she spasmed and cried out in pure ecstasy. Her orgasm was fueled and prolonged by the knowledge that it had all been on command. This first time would have been her greatest chance of breaking free and resisting his words and touch. With equal amounts resignation and excitement, she knew that any future attempts at undoing this spell would only be even more futile and weak. With a single hit, she was already hooked on the drug that was Kingston. She had no honest idea of how long she laid there riding each titillating swell and surge. With thoughts of her new permanent status still marinating in her mind, she finally opened her eyes and looked up at her owner and Master. He simply met her with a smile and began to speak, as if he was waiting for this particular cue to do so. “I don’t even have to say it - but I’m going to say it anyways - I’m always going to own your little ass and I can do that to you any damn time I want.” There was no more quipping from Safaa. No denial or retort. All she could do was moan and nod her head as she slowly felt herself pull away from that stream of utter delight. “End scene.” He said as he loudly snapped his fingers. In an instant she yelled out, even as she still shook and was on the verge of hyperventilating. “HOLY…FUCK!..I GOD…-” was all she could manage before he brought his hand down towards her in a gesture for her to slow down. “Just breathe. Focus on nothing else for the time being. Just breathe.” He instructed, and not just to her. A jolt of adrenaline and excitement ran through him as he watched the entire spectacle beneath him unfold. For the first time that night, he let his shoulders completely relax and slump down, and matched the pace of his little pet’s panting. No matter how many times he did it, witnessing his trained little slut coming on command like that would never get old. As her breathing slowed down to a more reasonable and talkable level he let himself roll to the side. A slow and deliberate move that he had practiced in order to ensure she wasn’t smushed into the bed, or jostled about too much. He lied down on his side and continued to admire her resting form. “So how was that?” He curiously inquired. She looked back at him with wide open eyes. “Like I said. Hoooly fuck! Amazing!” “Is that it?” He said, amused with the response. “Fuck. It’s a lot for me to unpack. I don’t know what else to say right now. Gimme a moment.” She replied as she looked back up at the ceiling. “Let’s do an easier question. Did you want to get something to drink, or should we get cleaned up first?” “Holy shit, I thought you’d never ask. Drink. Drink drink drink!” she said as she used her arms to sit herself up. There was a slight wince as the tightness and soreness of her body started to become apparent. He reached over and grabbed the vial. It was no source of magical unshrinking serum. It merely contained a small amount of flavored water that he himself had poured in a few minutes prior to the start of their scene. “I do apologize. They were out of that green watermelon stuff you like down at the restaurant, so I hope you don’t mind fruit punch. I saw just a little hint of disappointment on your face when I first showed it to you.” He said as he unscrewed the lid. “Not your fault.” she comforted him, as she looked up and licked her lips. “I could cool it down for you, if you…,” He said, as he was interrupted by a head shake of no from his pet. “Alright, you’re the boss.” He teased as he lowered it down and placed it between her legs. She eagerly grabbed it and tilted it forward into her mouth. “Whoa, nice and slow.” He chided her. She just rolled her eyes and drank, caring little about the spilled drops that hit her face and trickled down her body. After chugging a few immodest and healthy gulps, she pushed back the vial for him to grab and seal up again for later. As he sealed up the lid and gave the vial another little toss, he instructed her. “Okay. Good. You’re a little pancake now. Nice and flat.” She obediently let herself lie back down. She was a good little pancake, as he shuffled and stood himself up off of the bed. Each movement and rocking of the bed was all the more bearable as she remained flat against the surface. “Alright. Spatula time.” He dictated from above as he stood at the side of the bed over her. He brought his hand down, palm up in the air, next to her. As he started to apply downward pressure and dig into the soft mattress, he slid towards her. Much like how a spatula would actually pick up a pancake, he scooped her up into his palm. He took one look down at the floor, and with a cautious and deliberate pace he began to walk towards the bathroom. The beam of light across the floor reminded him of the fact that he had neglected to turn off the lightswitch after taking his shower, he gave himself a disappointed head shake as he walked through the doorway. Showing concern at this shake, his little palm pancake spoke up with “Was I good? Did I do a good job?” “Yes. You did fucking incredible!” He reassured her. “What was that head shake just now about, then?” “I forgot to turn off the goddamn light in here when I was singing.” “Hah! You fucking dork!” She said, with a hint of relief in her voice. As she teased, he used his free hand to subtly turn on the knob of the bathroom faucet. He just needed a slow, easy flow of warm water to come out of it. This part was always trial and error. It must have been some plumbing union rule that every hotel bathroom had to have its own unique water pressure and range of temperatures. As he continued fiddling and testing the water temperature, he resumed the conversation. “Was the special agent angle alright?” “I didn’t mind it. It could use some work, and I think you applied the knee jerk awkward creepiness a little too early, but I still thought it was fun to work with.” She honestly answered. She continued “By the way, how the fuck do you know the national anthem of Costa Rica? Was that actually their national anthem? You told me you’ve never traveled out of the country before.” He briefly winced at the touch of water that was too hot before readjusting the knob and answering “Oh, that. Yeah, it really is the anthem! When I was 10, we were going to go for a little trip down there. Mom and Dad had it planned out a year in advance and I was so excited. Practically memorized the wikipedia page for it. But then that whole thing happened, and no one was traveling for a while. And we just kind of forgot about it. But the anthem is still stuck in my head.” “Aww, poor baby.” She jeered. “I fucking love the name you used, by the way. Safaa. Safaaaa. You’re gonna have to use that one again. It just rolls off the tongue. Just like you.” She rolled her eyes back and momentarily covered her face. "Fuck me. What did I do to deserve an owner as cheesy and full of bad jokes as you? Also I’ll have you know I deserve all the Oscars for keeping all my shit together when you told me your name was Kingston. Fucking Kingston. Who the fuck names their child Kingston? I wasn’t sure if you were going to shrink me or try to sell me cocaine. Fuck. That’s not even a real name. That’s the capital of Jamaica.” She let out, as he found a satisfactory temperature and began moving her closer to the faucet. “Hey, don’t be mean. You know how I feel about using my real name when we do this kind of stuff. I just went off of the first result I got from some online name generator. Tease whoever programmed that why dontcha?” He said with a feigned look of sadness on his face as he brought her under the stream of water. “Maybe don’t use online name generators like a total hack? At least you’ll have a few more days to actually work and think of a better name while I recover. I still can’t feel my fucking toes by the way." she spoke with a little more volume as warm water washed over her chest. "Oh my god! Fuck! Sorry about that! Was that when I dropped you like 2 feet onto the mattress?” He momentarily panicked as he brought her out from under the water. “Oh no! I really liked that part. I mean, it was kinda fucked, but you know me. No. It was those damn shoes. I’m not used to wearing them any more, so they mess up my feet.” She corrected him as he used his other hand to grab a soap dispenser. He lifted it above her and squeezed out a few drops of moisturizing liquid soap, that landed on her tits in a way reminiscent of the cumshot she had just taken minutes before. As he set the soap dispenser back down, he remarked “Sure yeah. But it’s still kinda my fault for keeping you like this all the time and hardly ever giving you the chance to wear…well, anything.” “Yeah, I’m sure you’re really fucking sorry.” She sarcastically retorted as he began to rub and lather up the soap on her and return her to the water. Neither of them spoke as he gently washed and massaged her tired little body. She really did miss having clothes, and was sure to brattily remind him all the time of how convenient and ideal things would be if she was allowed any. But as his gaze and his fingers moved across her naked self, she felt a sense of contentment. In being ogled and fondled as his toy and plaything, there was a fulfillment of purpose that she seldom found before all of this. Not even being flipped over for the process to resume on her backside could diminish the little high she experienced in being handled and treated like this. Just another one of his things to be cleaned and taken care of. He turned off the faucet and moved his newly cleaned little toy above the small hand towel that he had already folded and laid out before all of this. With the fingers of his other hand, he gently slid her off of his palm and onto the soft white fibers. She let out a little squeak as she landed and quickly grabbed a corner of the towel to pull over herself as she immediately felt the absence of his warm hands. She turned to the side and looked at him. With his usual trademark brand of swagger, as if he was some movie star, he reached around her to grab a few sheets of tissue paper. Every action of his, even in something as mundane as cleaning off his cock, still managed to mesmerize her. Maybe one of these days he would eventually tell her how exactly he manages to shrink and regrow her at will, but she honestly preferred the mystery he curated and the sense of theatricality that he always strove for. There was nothing like a little roleplay now and then to keep her on her toes. “What are you going to do?” She inquired from within her cotton cocoon. “Finish cleaning up. Pick everything up off of the floor and bed. Then do my best to wipe up the mess on the mattress. And maybe just stay up for a while after that. I think I’ll resew the buttons back onto your shirt again.” He listed off. “I’d love to stay up and watch you - but you tired me right the fuck out. If I fall asleep here, just carry me to bed.” “Oh, no worries. I’m used to it. You know I have such a hard time falling asleep in hotel rooms.” THE END

Great work and Nat only gives promises not threats

I had wondered how Taylor would taste when I finally had her on my tongue. Although she had been thoroughly rinsed in my glass, I thought that she still tasted slightly salty. I left her in darkness at first, as I experimentally moved her around. I first pressed her gently against the roof of my mouth, noticing that she was crouched or kneeling, in a position where her hands came into contact with my palate before her body. Then I moved my tongue laterally, using my top teeth to push her around on the surface of my tongue. I tried to move her around slowly, knowing that every movement would be hugely magnified for Taylor. Or at least, I knew it on an intellectual level. But it was surprisingly hard to keep my tongue movements smooth and slow. It was a little frightening; all it would take was one quick flick of the tongue, and I could do irrevocable damage. Slowly and carefully, I moved her to the tip of my tongue, surprised and pleased by the way that my saliva held her affixed there. Then, a bit more firmly than before, I pressed her against the inside of my cheek. Given the pliability of my cheek, I was less concerned about injuring her there. I moved her around for a while, enjoying the feel of her trapped between my cheek and tongue. I couldn’t prevent a small smile as I realized that my cheek was thicker than Taylor’s entire body. After fifteen or twenty seconds, I pulled her back to the center of my mouth. I wasn’t sure how easy it would be for Taylor to breathe when she was pressed against my cheek, and I didn’t want to accidentally take it too far. I suddenly realized that she’d spent this entire time in complete darkness, and I opened my lips a fraction of an inch so that she could have some light to see by. I wasn’t quite sure what else I wanted to do with Taylor now, so I just tried a few random things as they popped into my head. I cuurled the side edges of my tongue upward, and felt her move in response. It felt like she was sitting with her legs flat on my tongue, and I could feel a tiny hand grip each edge of my tongue as I held her in a little Taylor burrito. Then I let my tongue flatten back out, and pressed her against the roof of my mouth, trying to maximize the contact surface area. I opened my mouth wider, pressing the tip of my tongue against the back of my bottom teeth as I pushed my tongue forward until it was nearly vertical, forming a little wall at the front of my mouth with her adhered to it by my saliva. I held a hand below my mouth, ready to catch Taylor if she fell, but it turned out not to be necessary. I held her there for a few seconds, wishing that I had a mirror to see her stuck there, and chuckled softly as I pictured it. Taylor squeaked a couple times in response to my chuckle, and I brought her back into my mouth, worried that I’d laugh more violently and dislodge her. At this point, I figured that I had played with Taylor almost long enough, but there was one last thing that I wanted to do. I opened the refrigerator door, then grabbed a green seedless grape from inside and quickly popped it into my mouth. I rolled it around for a few seconds, making sure that it pushed its way over Taylor several times, then stopped as I realized that the small fruit was probably more massive than her entire body. I chided myself; it had been far too easy for me to disregard Taylor’s safety without realizing it. Moving more slowly now, I rolled the grape over to the premolars on one side of my mouth. Then I made sure that Taylor was safely in the middle of my tongue before biting down forcefully, bursting the fruit and spraying its juices all over my powerless girlfriend. I savored her for another thirty seconds or so, sucking the combination of fruit and girl all around my mouth, letting her marinate in its juice for a while before I finally decided that I had played with her for long enough. Several more ideas involving various food items had leapt into my head, but I could save those for another time. I reached to my mouth with a forefinger, then held Taylor in place with my lips as I slowly withdrew my tongue, depositing her carefully onto my fingertip. I brought my finger out to a few inches in front of my face, surprised all over again by just how incredibly tiny she had become – the first knuckle of my finger was roughly the size of a beach towel in comparison to her. She sat up, looking at me and around herself, apparently wondering what I had in store for her next. I raised my other hand to where she could see it, turning my open palm toward her in a gesture that I hoped would convey that it was time for her to do something now. She didn’t disappoint, leaning backwards and bringing her hands to her body. I was surprised that she didn’t want to take a few moments to recover from her experience, but she seemed to be fine, and I felt a wave of relief at the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it all. As usual, Taylor’s hands went to her breasts first, starting on her ribs and smoothly sliding upwards to arc around the tiny pliant bumps, then smooshing them together. She looked down at herself and touched the tiny dots of her nipples, then arched her body enticingly. She must have been highly aroused already, because it was only a short time before one of her hands diverged down her stomach, passing next to the hardly-visible dimple of her navel. It slid tantalizingly downward toward her tiny honeypot, then stopped when Taylor squeezed her legs together, raising her head as she looked up at me. She extended her arms together, straight out in front of her, then spread them wide, angling outward with her hands. I responded with a small shrug, and Taylor pointed at me before she tapped on her knees with her hands, then repeated the same gesture. I blinked in surprise; I thought I knew what she was asking me for, but I wasn’t quite sure how to do that at her size. I first tried pinching two fingers together, but as I approached her, I could see that they were far too large for what I was trying to do. Instead, I used my thumb to press both of her legs sideways down onto my fingertip, then carefully slid a fingernail from my other forefinger in between her knees. Once that was done, I gently pulled, using my thumb to keep her bottom leg pinned as I forcibly spread her legs apart. It looked like she might have tried to resist, but if she did, I honestly couldn’t feel it at all. But as soon as her legs had parted enough for me to view in between them, Taylor’s hand slid down to her little valley, and I could barely see her eyes close as she bent her fingers to their most alluring purpose. Even from just a few inches away, I could hardly hear her tiny, squeaky moans as she began to work on her microscopic little clit. I let her pinned leg go free, and she lay backward, one hand moving out to her side to trace along the ridges of my fingerprint while the other inflamed the minuscule center of her being. But her new little show didn’t last long, either. After maybe twenty seconds of her steamy, licentious exhibitionism, she rose to her knees, looking toward me again as she pointed downward at an angle. It took me a second to figure out what she wanted, and once I had, I pointed toward my crotch in response. “Is this what you want?” She gave several exaggerated nods, and I grinned anticipatorily. “All right.” I worked awkwardly at my pants button with my free hand for a few seconds before I managed to unfasten it. Then I eagerly worked them and my boxers downward around my thighs, at which point they dropped to the floor, leaving me naked from the waist down. I slowly moved my fingertip down to transfer Taylor to her destination, careful to keep her journey smooth and cautious. I brought my fingertip into contact with my shaft, and she jumped the tiny gap between them, then walked to the middle of the stiffening column. Even though she was only a couple feet farther away now, she was much harder to see from this distance. She looked around for a while, then up at me, her body language suggesting wonderment, before kneeling down and leaning forward to run her hands along my tautening skin. She continued moving forward, until she lay flat with one ear pressed to my organ, listening as my blood rushed to her. She lay there for a time, listening and caressing, with the occasional subtle change in contact at her head – kisses or licks or nibbles, I couldn’t even tell which they were. Then she pushed herself up to her knees and looked upward for a few seconds, her face unreadable from this distance, before she rose to her feet. For a moment, she looked over her shoulder toward my head, then walked slowly to me, slowing further as she approached, reaching out with her hand to test a curl of hair. Seemingly satisfied, she closed the remaining distance, her hands drawn back to her own body as she wriggled herself into my thick, trimmed hair. I leaned forward for a better perspective, watching as Taylor drew my curls around her body, her impossibly precise fingers working furiously at herself as she did so. She twisted thick strands around the centers of her pert breasts, brushed them against her delicate little neck, and caressed them against her stomach down to the tiny pink speck between her thighs, working herself into a diminutive frenzy. She bent forward, propping one hand on her knee for support, lightly tugging on my hair as she worked at it between her legs. Her motions quickened, and her skin visibly flushed, clearly indicating her rising tension, until finally, with a barely-audible squeak of delight, she collapsed forward, her tiny body wracked by a violent explosion that I couldn’t even feel. I smiled at the incongruity of it – somehow both overwhelming and imperceptible at the same time. As Taylor recovered from her infinitesimal climax, I decided that this was as good a place to end the scenario as any, and I walked back to the bedroom. By the time I had reached the control console, she had risen to a kneeling position, looking vaguely upward at me. Her dial was already turned to her normal doll size, so I simply pressed her button, and Taylor raised a hand to her head against the onset of dizziness. While she was returning to her normal size, I lifted her carefully in my hand, then transferred her into the crook of one arm. I cradled her against my torso, then stroked her hair a few times, trying to make her comfortable after her experience. After her transition ended, I waited through ten seconds or so of silence before prompting her. “Well? Was it fun?” I asked softly. During our conversation about fantasies, Taylor had told me that she liked the idea of vore, so I had assumed that she’d enjoy a little mouthplay. Since she had also strongly implied during our conversations that she wanted me to surprise her more often, I hadn’t asked her about this beforehand, and I hadn’t been entirely sure how she would react to it. So it had been a relief when she’d begun to touch herself immediately afterward, and I took that as a sign that she had enjoyed the diversion. She looked up at me, with eyes that seemed a bit unfocused, then looked off toward the wall and nodded. When she responded, her words were slow and thick. “It was … intense – really intense – but yeah.” She paused. “I didn’t think you’d … want to do mouth stuff.” I shrugged and gave her a small smile. “It’s not really my thing, but I thought you’d like it.” But my smile evaporated when I felt Taylor begin to tremble. “You okay?” “Can I … have a blanket?” She curled up into a fetal position and turned away from me, nuzzling her head into the crook of my elbow. I stepped to her dollhouse and opened the roof to fetch one of her blankets, draping it over her small body and carefully tucking it around her. But something was wrong. Taylor’s breathing had become shallow and rapid, and her trembling was now more severe. And for me to feel the difference, it must have been much more severe. My mild concern was replaced by an increasing worry. “Taylor?” She responded with only a small grunt and a slight shift of her legs. Her shaking didn’t seem to be getting worse any more, but it wasn’t decreasing, either. Was she going into shock? I searched my memory for the symptoms. I had learned them, along with immediate treatment, during a first aid class in college, but that had been about a decade ago. Shock was about reduced blood flow, right? Feeling cold would be consistent with that, and I remembered rapid breathing as a symptom, as well. She didn’t feel clammy, and I hadn’t seen any gray or blue discoloration of her skin, which was probably a good sign. I didn’t remember whether tremors were a symptom or not, but it seemed like they could be one. I felt a tremendous, suffocating guilt settle into my chest. I’d finally taken it too far. I had tried to get as close as I reasonably could to her fantasy, hoping to balance the novelty and edginess with her safety and comfort. But I’d clearly misjudged the line, and now Taylor was paying for my mistake. My poor, precious little Taylor. I looked down at her again, quivering as she lay huddled in my arm under her blanket, and blinked back tears that had begun to flood my eyes. How could I have been so careless? How could she ever trust me after this? I wouldn’t even be able to trust myself. I reached down to stroke her hair one more time. “Oh God, Taylor. I’m so sorry.” I barely managed to choke back a sob, then admonished myself – Taylor needed my help right now, and I needed to pull myself together, for her sake. I looked away as I tried to shake off the emotional paralysis, thinking frantically about what to do in this situation. I forced down my rising panic with an effort, taking a deep breath to steady myself. If I couldn’t remember what to do, then I should call 911, and someone trained in dealing with emergency situations could walk me through it. I pressed my hand to my hip to check my pocket before I realized that my pants were still on the kitchen floor. I took a few steps toward the kitchen, then belatedly remembered that I had put my phone on the charger while I was getting ready for bed. I hurried to the other side of the bed, where it lay on the nightstand, then struggled to unplug the charging cable with my own trembling hand. I slammed my palm on the nightstand in frustration. Fuck! The one time that Taylor truly needed me, and I was this useless? I decided not to bother with unplugging it for now. I wiped new tears from my eyes to clear my vision, then quickly unlocked the phone. On the second try, I managed to open the telephone app, and began to dial 911. At the sound of the dialed numbers, Taylor stirred slowly, pulling my attention momentarily away. In my arm, she turned toward me, and I realized that she wasn’t shaking anymore. The shaking hadn’t receded, it had just … stopped. Taylor opened her eyes, her piercingly clear eyes, and pointed at me with a tiny finger. “Ha! Got you, asshole!” Her lips turned upward in a devious grin. “Taylor?” My immediate reaction was one of vast relief. Taylor was okay! But that was mixed nearly immediately with bewilderment, before they were both smothered by a wave of anger. “You … wha … are you kidding me?” Taylor seemed inordinately pleased with herself. “Well, you toyed with me, so I thought I’d just return the favor.” If she had been at her full size, I might very well have strangled her at that moment. With a supreme effort, I fought down my anger, trying to restore that initial feeling of relief, but I was only partially successful. At least I managed to keep my voice under control, sounding more exasperated than angry. “I was worried about you! Jesus, Taylor, I was calling 911!” “Whatever,” she replied smugly. “You’re just butthurt that I got you so good. Besides,” she said as she curled back up, “it wasn’t entirely fake.” That brought me up short, and my annoyance dissipated. Mostly. But after what she’d just done, I wasn’t sure if she was telling me the truth or not. I took a deliberate breath and forcibly uncurled my fist. “What do you mean?” Taylor closed her eyes again as she spoke. “Well, when I first started to shake, that was real. I just exaggerated after that.” Since announcing her triumph, her words had slowed again, and she now sounded like she was ready to go to sleep. “And it was really intense. I think I need a bit to recover.” I sighed inwardly. I still wanted to talk about what she’d done, but decided that it could wait. It was probably better for emotions to settle down first, anyway. Looking at Taylor snuggled up so adorably, I wondered for a moment how I ever could have been angry at her. “Do you need anything?” I felt Taylor shake her diminutive head. “Just … hold me here,” she replied absently. “Well, maybe another blanket. And some Billie Eilish.” I smiled privately as I busied myself with her requests. “Oh, and toothbrush … on top of fridge.” I looked at her blankly, not quite sure how to respond. How had she done that?

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