Liz’s last wish (vore,death of SW)

[The Big G]

Not my own work but Damm props to the writer

https://shrunken-women-board.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=26&p=52824#p52824

I met her when I first moved into the neighborhood. A petite young woman with long, honey blond hair, big grey eyes behind cute glasses, a cute pierced nose, and a daring, witty personality. She introduced herself as Heather, and we had an on and off relationship of bantering and deep conversations over the phone.

Of course, I’m shy, so I didn’t make a move. I had a feeling she was waiting for me to do something, but I didn’t know what.

At least, that was until I met her.

I met her at a neighborhood welcoming party a month later. Ms. Liz, the kind, reserved, subtly flirty older lady who lived a few houses down the street. She was a teacher, and she loved listening to me ramble on and on about stuff at my job or my thoughts about life. She was affectionate and sweet, a healthy older woman with straight blond hair and bright eyes.I cleaned her pools, cut her lawns, even repainted her fence at one point. She seemed to enjoy watching me work. And, if I’m being honest, I enjoyed being watched.

Liz was also sociable, and it was through her introducing me around that the neighborhood started to feel a bit more like a home. She spoke favorably of Heather, though there was a bit of a jealous tease whenever she spoke of her: “You need someone more mature then that one,” stuff like that. I didnt think much of it.

Then, one summer’s evening, everything changed.

It happened at a big pool party at Heather’s family house, where half the neighborhood was invited. Liz was dressed in a two piece bathing suit; blue top, black bottom. She looked elegant and refined, her long legs on display and her head crowned with a wide brimmed straw hat. I greeted her, told her she looked wonderful, because she did.

About an hour passed without much note. I hung out with lots of people, played volleyball and tag with the kids, endured a few lectures from some well meaning older folk. I noticed Liz go off into the house at one point, but I didnt investigate.

Then I saw Heather. Her curves were on full display in her dark blue one piece, and her eyes sparkled in the evening light.

She walked up to me besides the pool a teasing look in her gaze.

I don’t remember much immediately after that. I just remember making our way to her bedroom on the second floor, a single window letting in the evening light as we laid on her bed, laying up and looking up at Heather as she straddled me, when she leaned closer to me, and whispered in my ear:

“Wanna see something cool?”

Without waiting for a response, she slowly glided her hand down her chest, her waist, before hooking her left thumb in the bit of clothing between her legs and pulling out a tiny, disheveled looking Liz, barely even bigger than my index finger. She was naked and glistening with sweat and Heather’s juices.

I stared at her in abject shock, trying to look down at the panting little lady with empathy, her voice a tiny squeak as she coughed and tried to sit up in Heather’s palm.

But I couldn’t deny the sudden bulge that had arisen beneath my swimsuit. And, judging by the expression on Heather’s face, a slight flush with a sly grin, she couldn’t either.

“So, I had a little talk with Lizzy here,” Heather said, curling her fingers around the shrunken woman and brushing her thumb along her tiny head. “And, well, it turns out she has some very interesting ideas. Would you like to hear some of them?”

Unsure of what else to do, and trying to calm myself down, I nodded.

“Well,” Heather said with a grin, “apparently, she’s always wanted to be…. Well, quite frankly, used. A cute, squeaking little pet for two gorgeous younger people. She wants me to…. I dunno, sit helplessly in my hand as she watches us kiss-”

Heather cut herself off to grab my chin with her other hand, pressing her lips to mine, leaning clpse, and letting a soft groan escape her throat as she pushed Liz into my bare chest. Her teeny tiny form was warm and slick, and Heather’s fingers were like little electric shocks as they lighted upon my skin. Imagining the tiny woman, pressed suffocatingly close between our bodies as our heartbeats thumbed loudly, only made me harder.

Heather pulled away with a soft gasp. Her eyes were hungry, and I noticed Liz squeak in pain a little bit as her captor’s grip tightened.

“She also,” Heather went on as if nothing had happened, “would love it if I grabbed your little friend down there and helped you drive for a second… if you catch my drift.”

Heather sat up on her knees, her back arching and her eyes dark. Then she slowly hooked her right hand down my pants, pulling them off and wrapping her left - with Liz still trapped in her grasp - around the base of my manhood.

I gasped and bit my lip as I felt her touch. She applied just the slightest squeeze into her grip, drawing a soft moan from my own lips and a squealing yelp from Liz.

What followed was the greatest handjob I’d ever recieved in my life. Not only were Heather’s fingers magical in their ability to extract every bit of pleasure from me, but feeling Liz’s body being ground up against me, squeaking and moaning as her soft body was pressed against the surface of my length.

After a long while, when I was practically dripping with precum and trying my best to not finish too early, Heather finally released me.

“Aww, look at you,” she said, looking down at me with a smile and tracing her fingers along my thigh teasingly. You’re so cute……”

She held up Liz, who looked much worse off than I was.

“You did a number on her. Hopefully she doesn’t bruise.”

With that, Heather scooped her up, seemingly not caring that she was squeaking in fright.

“Uh,” I managed, “she doesn’t sound like she’s enjoying it anymore.”

“Oh, but we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet!” Heather pouted, then gently set Liz atop the length of my cock.

I watched in awe as the tiny lady wanted for a few seconds, then wrapped her arms legs around the flesh and began to kiss it.

“Looks like she’s still enjoying it,” Heather quipped, “and so are you, huh?” she finished, noticing the twitching coming from my member.

She brought her head down, whispering to the little lady as she worked. “Good job, you little slut. I bet you love it, working a young guys cock like that, knowing that you’re about to get sucked off yourself like a little snack. Keep going……keep kissing it, licking it, tasting it…. grind on it a little bit, he won’t mind, will you baby?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer before Heather bent over and kissed my head, letting her tongue force Liz against it before coaxing it - along with the upper half of Liz’s tiny body - into her mouth.

She worked wonders with her tongue. Every now and then she’d pull away to catch her breath and make sure Liz didn’t get too seriously injured, before diving right back in enthusiastically.

When she finally finished (as I also finished) she slowly pulled her mouth back, Liz’s little legs dangling from between her lips, kicking fearfully and uselessly.

Heather cooked her head back and slurped the little treat into her mouth, smacking her lips together for few moments and swallowing down the excess semen, before she opened her mouth to reveal Liz, squeaking in what had to be abject fear, drenched in saliva and a few thick strands of my own ejaculate. She was balanced unstably on Heather’s tongue, and I could hear a few hoarse pleas:

“…okay……l-let me out now, dear…… I-I’ve had enough…… t-this has been…… A-amazing…. But I’m ready to get back to normal now……”
I was ashamed to realize that the little pleas only made me hard all over again. Heather spoke, her voice a little muffled as her mouth made its way around Liz’s body:
“Mmm…… so…… You wanna finish her off?”
In a familiar pattern, she crawled on top of me before I could respond, straddling my waist and leaning down, pulling down the top of her swimsuit and pressing her bare chest against my own. I felt the hardness of her nipples and saw the adoring lust in her eyes as she brought her face a few inches away from my own. Her breath was hot, tinged with scents of cock and cum, and I could hear Liz’s anxious squeaks even clearer than before.
She gently traced a finger down my chest, her breathing soft as she gently pressed her slick lips against my own, in a deeper, hotter kiss than before. The fingers of her right hand gently intertwined with my own, and I felt a rush of heat come to my face. This was a more intimate kiss than before. Slower, gentler….
And with the added interest of a tiny woman squirming in between our tongues.
Heather reached down with her other hands and pulled aside the crotch of her swimsuit once again, revealing her glistening womanhood. Her breathing intensified, and she kissed me again, Liz tumbling onto my lips with a tiny squeak.
“You think this is hot, don’t you?”
Heather’s voice was a gentle tease, husky and low as she met my gaze. “Sharing a tiny little lady as we fuck at a pool party. Knowing that she’s utterly helpless. Her fate is already sealed, you know?”
I managed to respond, a soft “Y-Yeah?”
In my defense, I was nervous. It was a lot of firsts happening. First time with a girl, first time realizing shrinking tech was real, first time realizing just how beautiful Heather really was, her legs up in the air and kicking cutely as she looked down at me.

my tongue accidentally flicking against Liz as she tried to climb down from my lips. She let out a yelp, and froze. Evidently she’d decided against running away.
“Aw, she’s getting scared…. I mean, she probably knows that I’m planning to keep making out with you, her passing between our mouths and tongues for the next few minutes at least, and I’ll get treated to two sets of cute little squeaks: hers, as she begs and begs to be let go and put back to normal, and yours, baby!”
She cupped my cheek with her palm, her expression warm. “But that’s not all. I bet you lil Lizzy here probably knows that I’m planning to ride you until you’re fucking crying with her on the tip. I want your first time to be the greatest fucking thing on this earth, because it’s gonna be her last. I bet she knows I’m planning to fuck you up and down and sideways, her stuck inside me along with you. I want our screams, our moans, to be the last source of human contact she has to be two hot young people, in ecstasy over her demise. I bet she knows I’m planning to pull her, shivering and soaking and pleading from my pussy, covered in your cum and mine. And I bet she knows that, while I ride you one last time, I’m gonna fucking swallow her whole. I’m gonna clean her off first, my tongue is gonna go in every crack and crevice of her pathetic little body, coming as close to drowning her without actually doing it. Then I’m gonna suck, suck, suck her, like I just got done suck, suck, sucking your gorgeous cock, and as I finally cum I’m gonna swallow her down my throat, her helpless little squeaks of fright drowned out as I scream.”
Liz started to protest, her little voice a frightened whimper as she started to move again.
“Oh? It looks like our little friend’s getting so turned on…. Oh, she’s scared alright, but look at how she’s moving her legs…. Oh, she’s excited!”

With a delighted squeal, Heather leaned close and kissed me once again, cutting off her little voice and letting out a soft moan as our tongues met, pushing her down into my mouth. Heather’s fingers intertwined with mine, and she nibbled my bottom lip as she pulled back.
I bit my lip to hold back a moan, and she clicked her tongue reproachingly.
“C’mon, babe, let it out! I wanna hear you over the the little snack in your mouth.”
She started undulating her hips, humping me and massaging her breasts, and I let out a strong moan, my face hot as Liz tumbled about helplessly. It took everything I had for me to not swallow or choke on her, but thankfully Heather helped me out, pressing her mouth to mine and toying with her.
I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Liz, tumbling about, fully aware that she was about to endure a strange, horrible fate.
And yet, I didn’t stop kissing her. Didn’t stop moving in response to the hot pair of hips on my waist, didn’t stop getting flustered as Heather took every breath to tell me how cute I was and how adorable it was that I was into this.
“And you wanna know the best part?” she said in between kisses, “Liz won’t even be the last one. She’ll be the first, yeah, but she’s quickly gonna be forgotten. There’s so many cute bitches I wanna shrink down and play around with with you, hell, there’s even a few guys I’d love to crush into tiny red spots as I touch myself to you, so many rivals I want your help in dealing with. We could do this every week, every day if you want. Liz is cute right now, yeah, but she’s nothing special.”
As if to to prove this point, she gently plucked Liz from her mouth, and roughly brought her onto my penis once again, setting her laying helplessly on the tip. Then Heather lowered herself onto me, and started riding, riding, riding. The visual of Liz disappearing beneath her folds as I felt her, bumping helplessly against Heather’s walls, forced all the way to the back by my tip, was… impeccably sexy, in a way I never will really understand.
Heather went on riding me for a couple of minutes, kissing and moaning and talking dirty to me in ways I’d never heard before. The sounds, the sights, the scents, the shrunken pet who was helpless through it all… what a way to lose one’s virginity.
Eventually Heather kissed me one more time, the wettest, hottest kiss, with the softest, gentlest moan, as she grinded against me with all she could.
She pulled back as I let out a yelp of ecstasy. A few tears did in fact leak from my eyes (more than a few but I’ll spare my dignity thanks), and stumbling in a thick load of my seed was Liz, squirming and crying and wailing as she sloshed onto the base of my cock.
Casually, Heather undulated her hips a few more times, clapping against me and threatening to crush Liz. Then, she reached down and picked the tiny woman up, still sticky with my seed and our saliva, and casually popped her into her mouth.
Heather leaned back, massaging her breasts as her tongue went to work. I could tell based on the quality of Liz’s cries, which were remarkably loud, that Heather was certainly granting Liz a euphoric sort of send off.
When the little woman screamed out in climax, Heather tilted her head back and slurped and gulped at Liz’s body like it was her last meal. She savored and ravished her, Liz pushing back desperately against the pink, plush instruments of destruction that were Heather’s lips, but it was all for naught.
Because all it took was Heather smacking her lips a few times and pushing Liz down with her fingers as she increased her speed, Heather’s own moans of approaching climax filling the room - as well as mine.
As she moaned, long and hard and proud, I noticed a thick bulge traveling halfway to her throat. Then she forced a swallow, and I watched in awed horror as the bulge that was Liz traveled down, and disappeared.
“Ahhh~” Heather finally slowed her pace, gently laying forward onto me and embracing me.
“Not bad for your first time,” she said in a ragged voice. “Mmmm, I can feel her inside of me. Pounding on my stomach, her little voice vibrating so nicely. I bet you could hear it too!”
She scooted up slightly and rolled onto the side of the bed, sitting up, crossing her legs, and patting her soft stomach invitingly.
“C’mon, give it a listen!”
Groggily, I sat up, and laid my head into her stomach. Sure enough, I could hear it - a faint, hoarse, desperate squeaking, constantly drowned out by the gurgling of Heather’s stomach juices. I laid like that for a long while, my head in her lap, listening to Heather’s heartbeat and stomach noises, along with the gently fading sounds of the tiny little treat who only a few hours ago I’d have thought of as the kind lady a few houses down.
Heather gently put a finger under my chin, guiding me to look up at her.
“You’re so cute,” she said, gently leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. Then she guided us to the pillow and laid there, her voice getting a little quieter as we both started to doze off.
“So……” she managed before I fully drifted away. “Same thing, same time, next week?”