Big Friday (M/f)
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Sadie was having one of the craziest and most vivid dreams of her life. She could feel and see that she was shrunken down in size to a few inches tall and naked. A quick glance around showed that she was in a vast and stretched out parody of a studio apartment. Her view was illuminated by what seemed to be the intrusive and persistent reddish morning light that knew how to devilishly sneak around blinds and window shades. She gained the impression of a place that seemed devoid of any sort of character or organization or imagination, as if it had just been moved into. The sort of place that only a stereotypically single guy could look at and feel content with. She would have spent more time dwelling on the sad state of this place and wondering how the hell she even got here, but she had an important task in front of her. She had to keep on licking and rubbing and gently nibbling this cock that rose up before her, and returned to that task with a relentless enthusiasm that was unusual for her. There was no context or precursor for this scene as far as she could recall. It was like she’d shown up to a story halfway through its telling and had no choice but to go along with it. All she could do was keep on caressing and tasting and serving.
Sadie was never one to have any sort of fetish dreams. Such things would have been nice to have, but like most people her dreams were uncooperative and quickly forgotten upon waking up. She made a mental note to scold herself upon waking up for having the audacity to have a fetish dream that wasn’t even her own goddamn fucking fetish. The technology to shrink a person down was old school and tacky. Invented a generation before her time, it promised a world of innovation and excitement but for a variety of reasons it never found any sort of widespread adoption. Ideas that it could be used as a way of literally reducing the carbon footprint of vast segments of humanity by creating micro societies proved to be problematic and off-putting. Even for the very niche market that liked the idea of shrinking, it was a very clunky and heavily regulated enterprise that involved physically going down to one of the few storefront shops that still remained in business and filling out a million forms and waivers and paying an amount of money equivalent to several flights abroad. The penalties for misuse were severe and actively enforced enough to dissuade anyone from using it beyond the most diehard of shrinking enthusiasts and most desperate of garbage-tier influencers looking for easy content.
For something that she never entertained or gave much thought to, being small and in the service of a dick bigger than her wasn’t that bad. The scent and taste, as strong as it was, only seemed to intoxicate and excite her. The warmth it radiated into her body was equaled in intensity by the surprising coldness that nipped at her backside. As if warming up around a bonfire in the middle of a winter night, she rotated around and rubbed her back into the cock in an up and down motion. The sensation of that warm, strong, textured, hard, and huge cock against her back was sublime. For a moment she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation. Even with all visual context removed, she could still sense the tip of it looming above her, and beyond that a whole gigantic world that dwarfed her little tiny body. This feeling of all-encompassing smallness, despite being something in waking life that weirded her out and scared her, was in this moment comforting and nice. She opened up her eyes again and looked across the body belonging to the cock she kept on rubbing up against and playing with. Across a torso that rose and fell with soft breaths, she saw a sleeping face that belonged to a man she had no recognition or memory of. For a creation of her dreaming mind, it seemed strange that it didn’t even resemble a combination of people she vaguely knew.
She spun back around in an attempt to put these thoughts out of her mind and devote herself to the task at hand. Her short little legs sprang into action and she pounced upwards. With strength she scarcely took full advantage of in her basic boring office drone life, she wrapped her arms and legs around the shaft and brought her face up to the same level as the tip. It glistened and throbbed and seemed to issue an invitation to her face which was gladly accepted. More than just simply licking and serving it, she was letting it mark her as its own territory as she rubbed her face across it. Encouraged by limbs of hers that continually squeezed and fondled that pulsating and vibrating shaft, she could feel the imminent explosion about to occur along with the peculiar sensation that this was the end of the story and the end of the dream.
As the hot cum shot itself out of the tip of her temporary companion, she let herself fall down onto a soft bed of pubic hair and skin. For a time, as the eruption continued and subsided along with the height of the cock, she laid there looking upwards and panting heavily. A hundred thousand thoughts, no longer blocked from entry, surged through her mind. Chief among them, the blaring headline and stunningly obvious realization that this was in no way a dream and she had been awake this entire time.
Her world suddenly began to shift and rise. She wasn’t the only one awake.
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@green I’m loving this story
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Owen was no stranger to wet dreams. The ones he was used to were always so busy, noisy, and overly complicated. One of his most notable ones was a dream where he was the ringleader on a bank heist, and in order for the heist to work he had to disable the security system on the roof. Only, the security system on the roof was one of his old bosses who he had a crush on, and the only way to disable her was to deposit a load of ejaculate across her tits. This task was made all the more complicated by the fact that she was reading out the weather report with her mouth. He was just barely able to finish that time, waking up on that particular morning with a mess in his pants and the radio next to his bed blaring.
This wet dream was completely different from that.
For starters, this one wasn’t some sort of biophysical reaction to him abstaining from sex and masturbation for long periods of time, like the others. Being in the service industry, Thursdays were basically his Mondays. He’d be too tired and burnt out and busy over the weekend for much fun and relaxation, so took advantage of those last few hours alone during the previous night to for a slow, sensual and, rigorous session that had him opening up nearly a dozen tabs on his browser and later feeling that extraordinary level of shame and disgust that appears when closing that many tabs and throwing out that much tissue paper.
There was no complex plot or cameo appearances from random figures in his life or low-level celebrities. There was no sense of urgency to finish up as soon as possible for the sake of some convoluted goal. The dream was as simple as can be. It was just him, alone in his apartment, lying back and being serviced by a little bitch at his cock. He wasn’t bothered by the pile of unanswered questions. There was no indication of when this dream started. There was no logic to why this little tiny anonymous figure was suddenly devoted to servicing him like this.
Sure, fantasies of tiny women and all the things that could be done with them were not uncommon and something that Owen occasionally humored, but there wasn’t any reason why she couldn’t have just been full-sized and doing all the same things. He’d occasionally delved into what little porn existed of different-sized relationships, but it was more of a curiosity than a priority. There was no sense of immersion to it as the tinies were always handled as if they were made of glass, under the constant threat of litigation and punishment for mistreating shrunken actors and actresses. It was always an unreachable and unaffordable fantasy for many, especially for him. He had pride in the little place on earth he had managed to cultivate through his hard work, this sparse studio apartment, but knew and accepted that it would be many years of grinding or luck beyond measure that would enable him to have nice things.
It was all the more reason for him to just slow down and try to savor this as much as possible. He stopped trying to analyze the situation and just closed his eyes in an attempt to concentrate as much on the sensations as possible. Each footstep, grab, squeeze, lick, and nibble was magnified. He inadvertently explored the curves of that compressed little body as they were pushed into and rubbed up and down his hard and sensitive shaft. There was a magical unpredictability in those movements of hers as she alternated between using those hands, legs, and mouth to tickle, tease, and bring upon his impending orgasm. As much as he wanted this moment to last forever, there was no slowing down or stopping the inevitable. Despite only being a few inches tall, the pure enthusiasm with which she threw herself into this task was beyond his powers of resistance.
A peace came over Owen as he felt her wiggling and climbing her way up to the tip of his cock. The feelings that come with dreams were always transitory for him. No matter how deep or meaningful or exciting they were, all memory and meaning would eventually slip away. As he could feel that tongue of hers happily lapping up his precum and those hands secure their grip on him, that dread of it all fading away was absent. He knew he would always own this moment. No one could take it away from him. In the moment before he could feel himself erupt in an orgasmic finish, there was even the undeniable and strong feeling that he would always own her.
He didn’t need to be told that the dream was over as he finally came. A full-body orgasm, something he’d only achieved a few times before with a partner and never by himself, overtook him as he remained still and basked in the feeling. After a few seconds of feeling his cock empty and deflate, he turned his head over to the side and gazed at the time on his alarm clock. In a feat of amazing timing, it was 8:59, one minute before he was set to wake up.
He reached over his alarm clock and grabbed his phone, which he had purposefully left just on the other side of the alarm clock just before he went to bed. He had things set up to where the alarm clock would start up and turn on the morning radio, while his phone would play the standard alarm sound. The combination of both noises was tough to ignore and override in a deep sleep. As he turned on his phone screen to deactivate the alarm within it, the amount of notifications took him by surprise.There were 15 missed calls, and an uncountable number of messages that had popped up. Among them, he could see one from his current boss that read “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” and another that said “WE NEED TO TALK. DON’T IGNORE ME!”
9:00 struck, and the radio came to life.
“Today’s going to be a big Friday! We’re going to be giving $500 to one of our lucky listeners within the next hour. But first, here’s the 9 o’clock news and weather…” The radio DJ trailed on.
“What the fuck?” Owen exclaimed out loud.
It would have been appropriate for this reaction to have been elicited by having apparently slept entirely through all of Thursday, but his attention was drawn elsewhere in that moment as he dropped his phone and looked down across his body at Sadie. She wasn’t the only one who just realized that the events that had transpired so far this morning weren’t merely a dream.
