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She was just starting to lose herself in her task, to feel like she was finally atoning for her previous oversight, when she heard Ashli’s voice again. Determined not to be distracted this time, Julia did her best to ignore the velvety assertive tone, but still the words pierced through her consciousness.

“You’re so enthusiastic, Julia. But how can a pet as small as you truly please such a magnificent cock?” Julia felt the angle of Master’s shaft steepen as Ashli pulled it upward with a fingertip for emphasis. “You’re not sure it’s even possible, are you? Not when it’s larger than your entire body, so thick that you can’t even wrap your legs around it. You’ll have to work especially hard to please your Master.”

Master was clearly aroused by Ashli’s words, and Julia felt him grow in her arms. He must have especially liked what she said, because Julia couldn’t remember him ballooning this swiftly in the past, so rapidly that her hands were sliding from his skin as she tried to retain her precarious grip. Julia cried out despondently as she realized that she couldn’t possibly hold on, that she would surely fall, making her failure plain for both of them to see. Then, suddenly, there was something underneath her, pushing her up, until she lay on top of Master’s throbbing pillar. She was so eager to resume her ministrations, to make up for the few seconds that she had been unable to pleasure him, that she didn’t even look to see what had helped her up.

Julia straddled his enormous dick, and the feeling of his immeasurably powerful masculinity between her legs renewed a deep ache inside her. She wished that she could feel Master’s cock inside her, in the way that she could never have it at her size, wanted it so badly that it almost hurt. But she wanted this even more, to straddle his immense girth, to feel on a visceral level just how godlike he truly is, and to know that even though Master could be giving his cock to a woman his own size, he was choosing to give it to little Julia instead. Master was so good to her, and she quickened her efforts, ever eager to prove that she deserved such kindness.

She scooted forward, squishing her soft little breasts against Master’s pulsating head, and wondered if he could feel her hardened nipples through his thick skin. Her small hands caressed as much of him as they could reach, and her shoulders were sore from the effort of trying to create enough sensation to please Master. Julia couldn’t rest though; she had to give Master her best possible effort. It was arduous and exhausting, but also exhilarating, and immensely satisfying. Her hands repeatedly sought out his veins, where she could most intensely feel his throbbing heartbeat, where she felt closest to her Master. Gradually, she fell into a sensual rhythm, becoming lost in an idyllic existence with only one purpose. As certain as the motions of the sun or the rise and fall of the tides, Julia knew that her small life could have no greater meaning than this.

She could have spent eternity there, if not for Ashli. “You’re so adorable on your Master’s cock, little Julia.” As ever, Julia could hear the smug undercurrent in the giantess’s voice. “Pleasuring him seems like such a monumental task, doesn’t it? Your entire tiny body doesn’t even reach halfway across his head, but you can’t give up, can’t bear the thought of not giving your Master enough pleasure.” Julia burned to hear Ashli’s thoughtless amusement. Not everyone was lucky enough to be born at a size similar to Master. Someone like Ashli obviously didn’t appreciate her own good fortune in life, nor the fact that Julia made up for her small size with her unrelenting dedication. Julia was certain that Ashli never would have shown this kind of perseverance for anything in her entire life.

Something shifted in the ground underneath Julia, but when she opened her eyes for a quick glance, she didn’t notice anything amiss. She could see Master’s finger and thumb behind her, the knuckle of each massive digit as long as Julia’s body, stabilizing his enormous shaft as its base. She probably had simply felt the reverberation from Master’s fingers contacting his colossal manhood with their powerful grip. With that brief mystery solved, Julia turned back to her duty, licking and kissing the ground as she used her entire body to caress a tiny fraction of Master’s cock.

From the corner of her eye, Julia saw Ashli kneel down in front of her, until her massive lips were situated directly in front of Master’s cock, and her eyes loomed high above Julia. “Such a good little pet, Julia,” she cooed, the soft words carrying farther than seemed possible. “Now it’s time for your Master to cum. Make him cum for your goddess, and seal your position as his tiny slave.”

Her goddess? Realization finally dawned in Julia’s mind – it made so much sense. Who else would be worthy to have Master’s cock, to truly have it, in the way that Julia could never possibly have it? She felt a sudden rush of guilt and shame at her earlier mistrust of her goddess, when Julia had somehow thought that she was simply Ashli, a mere rival of her own. Looking back, the thought seemed so ridiculous now, that someone as small and weak and … unworthy … as Julia could even dream that she was in any way comparable.

Julia prostrated herself before the regal, titanic face. “My goddess! Please forgive me, I didn’t know!”

Enormous hazel eyes sparkled above Julia as they regarded her with amusement, and a quiet chuckle washed breezily over her. “Oh, I like this, little Julia. We’ll talk about your … penance … later. But for now, you have a job to do.”

Her goddess was right, of course. Julia turned her attention back to the pulsating hard ground beneath her, each insistent heartbeat like a fresh demand for her attention. She wasn’t sure why her goddess had waited for so long to reveal herself, but she must have had her reasons, and Julia was now determined to atone for her earlier misguided behavior. It was the least she could do, after treating this divine woman so suspiciously just minutes ago. But now, she would make up for it. Julia would bring Master to his orgasm, so that her goddess could taste him, as only she deserved to. And in doing so, Julia would prove that she was worthy to serve them.

She knew that at her inconsequential size, she could never bring Master to orgasm through direct sensations. She was simply too small, too … insubstantial. Fortunately, she had additional tools at her disposal. She remembered the time, so long ago now, when she had known Master as simply Jason, before she knew his true stature. She remembered the things that he had liked, things that she had been reluctant to perform at the time.

Julia rolled over onto her back, scooting forward until she could anchor her heels on the lip of Master’s head, and spread her knees apart, revealing her very center. Back then, Jason – Master – had asked her to talk dirty to him, had liked to watch her diddle herself. She hadn’t enjoyed it back then, but the thought of debasing herself for Master now sent a thrill through her body, stoking her heat as it settled in place between her legs. She ran a finger along the length of her minuscule slit, feeling the dripping wetness of her womanhood. No, her pussy. Her cunt. Master would want her to use dirty words.

“Can you see my tiny cunt, Master?” Julia called up, hoping that her little voice carried far enough for him to hear. She spread her lips for him, inserted a finger into herself, then followed it with a second, feeling her hungry little tunnel stretch to accommodate them. “See the way I’m finger-fucking myself? I can’t help it, Master! Laying here, so tiny on your gigantic cock, it makes me so hot and so wet!” She was certain that Master would love this, and – even better – every word was true. She quickened her thrusts, partly for her own pleasure, but mostly so that Master could see her frantic arm movements as she frigged herself for him.

“Oh, shit,” she heard Master rumble high above, and she knew that her efforts were having the desired effect. “Fuck, Julia, that’s so hot.” She felt the ground rhythmically shake in time with the strokes of Master’s hand on his gargantuan shaft. Julia always loved the feeling of accomplishment when she brought Master close to orgasm, the rush of pride that she would always get from knowing that even at her little size, she was capable of provoking such an enormous reaction.

She stopped thrusting temporarily, sliding in a finger from her other hand and pulling in opposite directions. “Oh, Master! I’m gaping my tiny cunt for you, but I’m so small and tight that you can’t even see it!” She’d never done this before, had even had the temerity to refuse Master when he’d asked months ago. But now, exposing herself like this for Master, pushing herself to do things that she’d previously considered beneath her dignity – it simply added more fuel to the fires within her. Between the ground’s rhythmic rocking, she could feel it rise and stretch slightly under her, its heat intensifying, and she recognized the telltale swelling of Master’s dick, signaling to her that he was close to orgasm now. She only hoped that she could keep her own impending climax at bay; it would be so shameful if she couldn’t control herself enough to let Master come first.

Julia turned back onto her stomach, then pulled her knees in underneath her hips, lowering her shoulders to the ground so that she could present Master with the best possible view of her little ass. She was still working at her dripping pussy with one hand, and she used the other to pull one cheek to the side, showing Master the part of her that she had so often forbidden him, in that long ago time.

“Do you like my little ass?” she asked, circling a fingertip around the discolored dot at the bottom of her small crevice. “I want to play with it, just for you, Master!” Her thin little fingers were well-lubricated already, and as she began to push with her index finger, it easily slid inside, triggering a harsh gasp at the novel sensation. “Oh God, Master! It’s actually in my ass! It’s so … overwhelming!” Tiny fingers working at both her holes were driving her quickly insane, their dueling electric sensations radiating through her entire self. But she knew that she had to give more – her finger was only one knuckle deep in her backdoor – no, in her asshole – and Master would want her to take it deeper, to take it all. She pushed further, and her body convulsed, the intrusion more than she could withstand. But she continued, ignoring what her unworthy body signaled, crying out as she pushed deeper and intensified the electricity, until her last knuckle finally rested against her forbidden entrance. Master would love this. She imagined his cock – or at least, one just like it, but sized appropriately for her – filling her minuscule ass even more than this. The thought sent an arc of energy through her little loins, and she pulled her finger away from her tiny, needy clit as she struggled to contain herself. She couldn’t come yet, needed Master to cum first.

“I wish this was you, Master! So deep in my tiny asshole!” She felt the ground rumble in time with Master’s loud roar, and knew that she had finally pushed him over the edge. There was no mistaking the powerful contractions of his colossal muscles as they pushed a firehose of fluid through the enormous shaft. Julia looked up, her cheek still pressed into Master’s skin, and watched as her goddess licked easily at the tip of his head, catching everything that he had to give, and somehow making the lewd act seem elegant and majestic. Julia was already well on her way over the brink, but the confluence of these two titans before her eyes transported her there instantly. Waves of pleasure radiated through her, deep and intense, making her exclaim into the taut skin of Master’s cock as her legs shook uncontrollably. Her newly-deflowered anus clamped with surprising strength around her finger, and she felt a trickle of fluid running asymmetrically, mostly down her left thigh. She gave up on trying to control her erratically-moving hips, and after a couple seconds she collapsed to one side, and simply lay there as the roiling tsunami engulfed her little body, far beneath the notice of her betters.

Julia felt so contented, laying on her side in her post-orgasmic glow, feeling the occasional aftershocks of Master’s earthshaking orgasm. She saw movement in the corner of one eye, and looked up to see that her goddess still had her lips sandwiched around Master’s tip. Was he still cumming? She felt a rush of excitement. Julia had done her job well, right? Maybe she would be rewarded with some of Master’s cum. She rose to her knees, the question on her lips. But … she couldn’t ask it. It wasn’t her place to ask. Julia lowered her head meekly. If she was deemed to be deserving, then surely they would allow her to have some. But to ask for it … well, that was simply too presumptuous.

When her goddess had finally had her fill, and her heavenly lips finally parted from the tip of Master’s manhood, Julia scrambled awkwardly forward, hoping that some of his sweet emission had been left behind for her. Julia’s spirits fell when her eyes scanned Master’s skin, finding that he had been licked completely clean. Then her goddess stood, wrapping her long, elegant fingers around his column behind Julia, squeezing him gently.

Julia shivered slightly at the melodic sound of her goddess’ voice, far above. “Well? Is she a keeper?”

The ground twitched slightly beneath Julia as he answered, his voice gravelly and resounding. “Fuck, babe. You’re the best.”

Julia stifled a squeal when she noticed that the flexion of Master’s cock had squeezed out another small droplet of his seed, as if it was destined just for her. She leaned forward precariously, risking that she might slide off of him completely, then scooped up the droplet with one hand. The liquid was warm in her hand, and thick enough to stay together in a single glob as she drew it hungrily back to her. Julia scooted back hurriedly, sitting cross-legged on Master’s head as she finally tasted his cum, sucking a small portion of the droplet into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, swirling her tongue around the viscous fluid before swallowing it with an effort.

There was something still in her mouth, left behind in the small amount of fluid that she hadn’t swallowed. It felt almost like short hairs in her mouth, but each strand was … moving. Wriggling. Julia gasped reflexively when she realized that she was actually feeling Master’s sperm, swimming relentlessly in their mindless quest to create new life. Renewed heat surged through Julia’s body, and she regarded the mass of white liquid in her hand with a new reverence. She felt an urgent need to have it all inside her, in the center of her femininity. She paused for a moment – was she really worthy of Master’s seed? – before her desperate desire pushed the question from her mind, and she lowered two fingers between her legs before pressing a small glob of his super-thick cum through her entrance, then fervently worked the fluid deeper into herself with short, rapid thrusts.

She could feel them inside her, Master’s powerful sperm burrowing mercilessly through her tight little tunnel, destined to conquer her vulnerable womb. It was driving her wild, not just the feathery sensations traveling the entire length of her hot little pussy, but also the idea of Master unconsciously ravaging her. She was so puny and insignificant, so far beneath him, that he was plundering her tiny cunt without even realizing it. Her sweat-slicked hips thrust themselves into the air as she pressed more of Master’s precious fluid into her diminutive sex, moaning raggedly through her short gasps as the unnatural sensations within her multiplied.

Julia was caught now, her miniature body trapped in an unending cycle of lust and pleasure. She turned over so that she could rub her microscopic clit on Master’s enormous cock, feeling the heat of his manhood along the entire length of her body even as she felt him invading her deepest and most private sanctum. Her movements were no longer in her own control, sliding and rubbing frantically on the rough ground. They became faster and more desperate, more urgent, quickening to a pace that Julia hadn’t through herself capable of, until finally her body locked rigidly in frozen tension, every muscle in her little body straining as her climax finally exploded through her every molecule.

She lost awareness for a time, until there was a sense of falling … falling and rolling. When the movement ceased, Julia slowly pushed herself up onto one elbow, looking around dreamily. Maybe she was actually dreaming – she seemed to be laying in a transparent upside-down dome, its diameter maybe fifty percent larger than her height. Under the clear surface, she could see the tips of giant slender fingers, with a golden chain laced between them. She heard a sudden click to her right, and looked up to see that a second dome had snapped into place from above, enclosing her in a spherical glass shell.

“What …?” Julia looked up to her goddess in confusion.

“Shh, that’s enough for now,” her goddess replied soothingly. “If you’re a good little pet, I’ll even let you climb all over his cock again tonight.” She lifted the thin, lengthy chain, then fastened its two ends behind her neck, leaving Julia’s protective case suspended between her goddess’ perfectly-shaped breasts.

Julia beamed. Her goddess must be especially pleased with her, to place Julia in such a privileged position, around her divine neck and so close to her heart. It strengthened her resolve to demonstrate that she could be worthy of such treatment.

She would be the best little pet ever.

“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)

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?