A simple story I’ve had on my mind for a while, more in line with my usual giant man/tiny woman stuff. Warning, it’s a little gross lol.
CONTAINS: non-con, smoking, humiliation, fatal, blood, PISS
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Earl was driving his 16 wheeler down a dark, empty road. It was a familiar scene for many truckers like him. He was in his 40s, a tall man with thick arms and legs, and a huge beer gut to match. His skin was unevenly tanned from constant exposure to the sun from the windows of his truck. His black hair was short, graying, and receding.
Next to his seat, there were three cup-holders, all occupied. The one closest to the dashboard contained a bottle of coke, half empty. The next had an ashtray, not currently in use. The final cup-holder had another coke bottle. It was old one with no coke in it, but it did have something else: Madison.
Madison was a tiny woman he had bought at the last gas station. She was only half an inch tall. Tiny women like her are real cheap, so Earl decided to pick her up, kind of an impulse buy. She sat, hugging her legs, at the bottom of the bottle. She had been on the gas station’s shelf labelled as a “tiny stripper”. Her Playboy bunny outfit certainly made her look like one, too.
She wasn’t a stripper though, at least she wasn’t before the giants started collecting the people in her tiny city to sell. The giants just slapped any vaguely attractive tiny woman into a revealing, degrading outfit and put them on the shelves of any establish grimy enough. In reality, she was a college student in her 20s.
Madison looked around her plastic prison again. It was all there was to do, really. Couldn’t walk around much in these stupid high heels considering how much the bottle vibrated with each minuscule bump on the road. She looked up and saw Earl, her captor, through the slight distortion of the curves in the plastic. She saw him reach his big hand out of sight, and when it returned, she saw a box of cigarettes in his hand.
“Nooooo…” Madison said in a pathetic moan to herself, “Not again…” The coke bottle she was stuck in was open. This made it so she didn’t suffocate, but it also made it so every smell seeped right down inside the bottle. This wasn’t the first time Earl smoked on the ride, so she knew how awful it was gonna be, and she was dreading it. In all fairness, the current scent of Earl’s sweat, body odor, and farts that was omnipresent throughout the bottle wasn’t much better.
Earl placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. Instantly, smoke billowed from the tip. Most of it was sucked out of the open window, but the whole truck would start to smell like it to some degree. Madison started coughing, not that Earl heard the tiny sounds she made, and its not like he would probably care at all if he could. The smell intensified as Earl as he tapped some of the ash from the tip of the cigarette onto the tray right next to Madison’s bottle.
Earl put the cigarette on one of the ashtray’s holders. Soon after he began to stop his truck. There was no traffic, so he was free to do so in the middle of the road. He needed to something. Nature called.
Madison was too busy suffering with the fumes of Earl’s vice to notice the truck stopped. However, there was no way for her to miss the fact that her bottle began to rise. She felt like she was on a roller coaster as the bottle was lifted out of the cup-holder. She expected it to be lifted up, either to be brought up to his face or for her to be dumped into his hand. Surprisingly the bottle was brought down.
He brought the bottle down to his crotch. She looked up and saw it covered in his old, stained jeans. From her angle, she also saw the under side of his big belly, which totally blocked any view of his face. She didn’t understand what was happening until he unzipped his fly and fiddled with it until his dick came out. He started adjusting the position of the bottle in relation to this huge cock. It was clear: he was gonna piss.
“Hey! I’m still in here!” Madison shouted up at the sky. Earl continued to adjust the bottle, and the head of his cock began to align with it, her anxiety rose. She realized he couldn’t hear her. She had been powerless for a long time now. It had mostly made her scared. Now it was making her mad. She clenched her fists and started shouting at the top of her lungs, hoping he’d finally hear or he’d at least remember she existed. “Oh come on you fat, creepy son of a bitch, I’m down here! You stupid fucker, don’t you-”
She was cut off abruptly as Earl started peeing. A high pressure stream of hot, steamy piss was sprayed out right on Madison, and she was immediately silenced and knocked down by it. It quickly started to fill up the bottle around her. She desperately started to swim up in the quickly rising pool of urine, her breath nearly giving out.
Earl moaned as relieved himself. He had held it in for quite a long time. But still, like always, after a few seconds he was done. He grabbed the cap for the bottle and twisted it on, trapping the scent inside. He held it up to his face and began to softly chuckle to himself. He saw Madison. He totally forgot about her.
He saw her in a pathetic state. She had managed to get to the surface, treading ‘water’, gagging from the disgusting smell of the dark yellow urine. Her whole body, her hair, her face, were entirely soaked. So was her cute little Playboy bunny outfit, which seemed so incongruous with her current situation it was almost comical.
“Help- help me!” Madison screamed in between spitting out mouthfuls of Earl’s piss. When she opened her eyes, she saw his face. She didn’t know whether or not he could hear her, but she knew for certain he could see her struggling. But he didn’t look concerned, far from it. He had a stupid smile painted on his pudgy, disheveled face as he let out a few small laughs.
She was that inconsequential to him. Sure, he had wanted to use her later, but right now, it was just funny to him how forgetful he was and how powerless she was. She wasn’t worth trying to fish out of the bottle, that’s for sure. He’d just get a new one at the next stop. As she continued to cry for help in a voice too quiet to pierce the plastic walls, Earl swished the bottle around. He saw her get taken under by a wave of piss. He started laughing harder as she desperately swam up to the surface again.
“Sucks to be you, bitch…” Earl said slowly, in a low, quiet, gravelly voice, as she once again began to catch her breath. Soon after, he tossed the bottle out of the window into a ditch on the side of the road.
Madison was sucked under another wave of piss as the bottle was tossed out the window. As the bottle spun through the air, she was subjected to the harsh movements of the liquid. She was quickly bashed against the plastic walls by the pressure as the bottle fell. The bones in her limbs broke and she started bleeding. As she sustained injuries, she was unable to continue holding her breath. Her lungs filled with piss and she began to drown in the foul fluid.
The bottle finally landed in a cold ditch on the side of the road. The impact wasn’t enough to break the bottle, but it did knock Madison unconscious as she continued to drown and bleed. Earl held down a button with his meaty finger to close his window, and then continued down the road in his truck. After he made it to the next stop, he never thought of this incident again.