Part One
Chelle stared across the table at her friend, as Tracy's fingers idly thumbed through the pages of The Holographic Universe. Chelle was in shock, her face was pale, and her fingernails bit into her knees, where her hands rested on her legs. Tracy was humming contentedly to herself, grinning at her friend, or picking at portions of the unfinished pizza. She shifted in her seat.
"Don't!" Chelle almost shrieked. "Don't move!"
Tracy looked up at her dully. "Why? What's up your butt?" she asked, giggling, and squirming her pronounced ass on the vinyl chair.
"Tracy, you're killing him!!"
Tracy pretended to yawn. "Oh, he's fine, I can still feel him squirming... ooh, that's nice!... but don't you worry about him. He surrendered his human rights the moment he started staring at me."
Chelle was aghast. "What do you mean, his human rights? He's still a person, and if you squoosh him all over that seat, it's still murder. Please be careful!" She found herself possessed of an almost inordinate nurturing spirit towards the diminutive prisoner, almost surely crushed beneath her friend's generous derriere.
"Oh, come off it. I mean, look at the size of him now... he's basically an insect, a toy." Tracy grinned indulgently. "Oh yes! A toy for me! I mean, how do you think he shrunk down? God obviously looked down from Heaven and said 'Hey, man, that's fucked up. How about I just turn the tables on that lecherous little freak and see how he likes being the victim for a while?' And then bam!, He shrinks this little fucker down to a more manageable size, as a gift to me!" She shook with laughter, reaching over to take a drink of the little man's lemonade.
Her friend couldn't believe her ears. "You can't be serious, Trace... we have to get him some help, we have to find a lab or something, like a doctor..."
Tracy looked at her friend condescendingly. "Ri-i-i-ight. I'm sure the doctors down at Fairview-Riverside Hospital take care of this all the time! 'Hey, doctor, my husband shrunk down to the size of an action figure! Can you help us out?' 'Oh, sure, sit him up here on the table and we'll have a look at him.'" She was clearly enjoying her seat of power, so to speak, laughing mockingly and clenching her ass around her squirming little man.
"Tracy, it's just WRONG... someone's going to miss him. Maybe he had a girlfriend? What happens when he doesn't show up for work?"
Snorting derisively, Tracy pushed her chair away from the table. "Look, Chelle," she snarled, "I thought you were my friend. You should be happy I finally have a chance to get my revenge on a little asshole like this. He probably doesn't have a girlfriend or he wouldn't be staring around for a new one, and for all we know he could be temping somewhere. Temps can go home at lunchtime if they want, happens all the time." She stood up over her friend, pretending to brush her bottom off while palming the tiny man into her fist. "I'm tired of this conversation now, and I'm tired of you getting all weepy and protective of this little prick, and it's none of your business anyway! Now, excuse me while I go to the bathroom, and when I get back we're going back to the office, and I don't want to have to listen to you whining about it any more, got it?!" Due to her size and solid stature, Tracy posed a serious threat to someone as gentle and soft as Chelle.
Chelle was suitably chastened by the tongue-lashing, and hung her head, slumping over the table. "Okay, you're right, Trace," she murmured, "you won't hear another word about it from me. It's all on your head."
Tracy preened. "Good girl, thank you. I'll be back in a minute," she said, slipping the tiny man into her pocket and nearly skipping off lightly to the restroom.
Once inside the bathroom Tracy's peaceful expression melted into one of gleeful malice and she darted inside an unoccupied stall. She took the little man out of her pocket and held him in her palm, lifting him up to her face. "So, this is the fuckwit who likes to stare at women's body parts, eh?"
The tiny man quailed in her hand, still gasping from having been crushed under her ass. Her cross face glowered at him like a ferocious billboard. He barely found the gumption to stammer, "I'm... please, I'm sorry..."
Tracy laughed, dangerously close to a cackle. "So what if you're sorry! It's way too late for sorry, little man! You had your thrills, and now you're going to pay for them!"
The tiny man looked as if he were going to pass out. "What... what are you going to... do to me?" he choked out, kneeling in her palm, his tiny feet tucked under his tiny butt.
This stopped Tracy for a moment. She hadn't considered what she would do with him. "Well, I could twist you apart between my fists..." she turned around, adding, "...and I could just flush you down the toilet, I guess..." The tiny man shrieked in fear. "Or maybe I'll just drop you into the toilet and take a shit on you, pee all over you, see how you like that... that'd be a nice view of my ass, wouldn't it?" Tracy tossed back her head and laughed, tickled with the thought of pooping on her little tormentor; her laughter echoed sharply in the narrow stall. The tiny man sobbed into his hands, pleading with her.
Suddenly she fell quiet and studied her captive with a very serious glare. She asked darkly, "What if I swallowed you? I bet I could just pop you in my mouth and... probably have to take a few bites, couldn't swallow you whole. You're quite a little morsel." The little man collapsed backwards and lay quite still.
Tracy, enjoying the terror she induced him, chuckled softly to herself and studied the tiny man. "Oh, little man, wake up..." she crooned, holding him close up to her face. "Little ma-a-a-an, are you okay?" Tilting her head curiously she regarded the tiny passed out man in her hand. "Hmm, looks like he's gone into shock. Better remove all restrictive clothing." He offered no resistance as her other hand hovered over the tiny body, long, burgundy fingernails pulling off the tiny boots, which she stashed in her bra. She plucked off his sweater as well, tearing it very little from what she could tell, and stashed that with her boob as well. She was tugging on his jeans when he finally came to.
"Ah, my little man wakes!" she laughed. "Come on, I'm getting you undressed, pull your jeans off for me."
"What!? I can't, not with you watching!!" he yelped, bringing his knees chastely up to his chest. "I thought you were gonna eat me, anyway! How come I'm still alive?"
Tracy's smile faded a little. "That was just one of the things I could do to you. Now get out of your jeans before I jerk you around, ripping them off... with my teeth," she growled.
The tiny man's eyes widened. "You wouldn't..."
For effect, Tracy snapped her jaws at her little captive, a sharp clack that echoed a little in the bathroom stall. It had its desired effect: the little man shucked off his jeans as if they were on fire.
Tracy grinned again, taking up his black denim jeans in her fingertips. "Now the boxers and your socks, if you don't mind." When he looked like he was about to resist, she leaned her head in close to him, opening her jaws over his entire body. He stared up into a moist, pink cavern lined with monstrous ivory teeth, wherein lay a huge, thick glistening tongue the size of a baby blue whale. Beyond this gate to hell gaped a huge dark tunnel, her throat. His scream echoed in her mouth, with a shrill cry, "They're off! Take 'em!"
She withdrew him and stuffed the rest of his clothes into her bra. "See where I put your stuff, little man?" she smarmed to her captive audience. "You can get them yourself, if you survive me. You just gotta endure whatever I do to you, and then climb Mt. Tracy to get your clothes back from my boob!" She laughed, shaking herself all over exaggeratedly. From his point of view, she rumbled like a voluptuous volcano.
The tiny man's voice was dry with dread. "What do... whaddya want me to do..? What do I have to do to survive?"
Tracy shrugged. "You know, I really can't think of anything, so... how about a good fucking? I haven't had it in a while, and it's about time you did something for me. I could use a nice, hard orgasm, think you can manage that?"
The tiny man stared at her in disbelief. "Me... and you? That's... that's crazy. What could I possibly do for you?"
The cruel giantess hemmed and hawed at her little prize. "That's true, you are pretty inadequate for the job... heck, I've seen big fat cocks bigger than your whole body!" She laughed for a moment, then the laughter faded as she stared at him with intense, fiery eyes. "That's it."
"What's it?" he ventured cautiously.
"That's how we'll do it. You're going to fuck me... or rather, I'm going to use you to fuck me."
"What!?"
"And if you can make me come... then you've earned your freedom. You just have to climb up to my breasts and get your clothes back, and you're free to go. I promise."
The little man stared at her in horror, but with the spark of hope behind his eyes... a dim spark that entertained the thought of escape... "Okay... okay, I'll do it. I don't see what choice I have, anyway."
"Absolutely none!" Tracy cackled. "No choices at all! You're mine, and you're going to do exactly what I say!" With her free hand, she hurriedly tugged at her snaps and zippers and buttons, until she'd managed to work the bottom of her jumper free and hike her tights and panties down. Taking a seat on the edge of the toilet lid, she stretched out her legs and held the man away from her. "You get a good look at me, little man," she muttered, "everything, from head to foot. I may be the last thing you see before you die. I wonder where you'll go... Toy Heaven?" she laughed, lowering him below her belly, between her thighs...
"No! Please! Lady... miss... I don't even know your name!" he called up from her crotch.
She shrugged in return. "What's my name matter? You may call me your goddess, as far as you're concerned."
"Goddess, please don't do this! Anything else, please! You'll kill me!"
Grinning, she said, "What a way to go, huh? Some guys dream of nothing but warm, sweet pussy all their lives... and now you're going to get enough for a hundred men! Tuck in, chap!" And with that, she cupped her palm around the back of the tiny, naked man and brought him into the thick, dark hair curling around her labia.
"No! No, goddess, please! Help me!" he cried.
Clucking her tongue, Tracy just shook her head and slowly rubbed the tiny, fighting body into her pussy... "Oh, God," she gasped, upon contact. It was kind of a shock to feel something that tiny wriggling against her lips, as if she were being fingered by a very young boy, but it wasn't unpleasant so she continued to grind him into her.
His screams were muffled and staggered, when his head rose from her labia and fell back into them, rising and falling, screaming and silence. Tracy ground him harder into her pussy, loving the feeling of the solid little lump of man against her. "Hey, little man, you're not feelin' too bad. It's almost like having a detacheable penis for the weekend!" she chuckled, moaning softly as his tiny arms sloshed through her thick folds of skin. Her lubrication was kicking in and her juices started to flow from between her lips, coating the tiny man. She could feel how slick he was getting... with all his kicking and struggling, he almost slipped between her fingers a couple of times, and she had to rub him harder still into her cunt.
"Knock that off, little man," she warned him, "or I'll have to really restrain you. You don't want me to drop you on the floor, now, do you?" But he wouldn't listen, clutching handfuls of her pubic hair and kicking his tiny legs in and out of her labia... she gasped some more, as he teased her with threatening to slip right inside her, and suddenly she saw no reason why she shouldn't just go all the way with this. Wrapping her fingers around the tiny pair of legs, she gripped him tightly and said, "Hold on tight, little man, you're in for a rough ride now." Whether he was ready or not, she began to grind the little man head-first into her cunt.
Still struggling, he tried to grasp for anything in his reach, much to Tracy's delight. His little arms fishing around and swiping sent gentle tickling ripples through her hips, getting her wetter. Even though he fought against her, she was receptive enough to begin to allow his head, and then his shoulders. "Whoa, you really can kick, my little fucktoy!" she gasped, feeling him jerk in her fingers, even as his upper body squirmed and wiggled its way into her vagina.
Once he was inside, it was almost like taking a full-sized penis into her, except for all the activity: he squirmed, he wriggled, he writhed, he twisted about inside her tight passage, and her moaning became more frequent and enthusiastic. "Ohhh... mmmmmmmhh..." She pumped her fist into her pussy, thrusting the little man in and out of her cunt, then held him inside her and slowly, slowly clenched around him... and she swore she could feel his arms, his face, even his tiny little nose pressed up against her vaginal passage! She hissed her breath and yanked him out, pulling him up to her face.
"Little man," she said breathily, "I just want you to know... you feel fucking incredible right now." She closed her eyes and licked her swollen lips. "I wanted you to know that in case you suffocated inside me, or I broke your spine or something... because I'm going to fuck you hard, little man, and I really don't think you're going to survive." His screams fell upon deaf ears as she drew him back down to her cunt and fought to shove him back inside, getting him aligned with her vaginal passage and thrusting him over and over inside herself.
Stomping her feet, Tracy could barely take this amazing sensation. On one level, it was just a great masturbatory experience, thrusting a foreign object inside her and getting off on it; on another level, it was a power trip--no guy was yelling at her, telling her to roll over, telling her how fat she was. Just one little man, screaming for his life, with her fist wrapped around him! On yet another level, one she didn't really think about, was the quiet, dark thrill of holding someone's life in her hand, the combination of her sex and his untimely demise combined... "Mmmmm, oh, little man... where have you been all my life?" Grunting ferociously, she fucked herself harder, pounding the little man inside her vigorously, his shoulders and chest fighting for space as she clenched around him, squeezing hard enough to break his bones... his bones! "MMMMmmmm, oh yes! MMmmmmm, my God, yes!" The thought of shattering him with her pussy alone sent a ripple of pleasure through her body. Her vagina was a weapon, in its truest sense!
"Oh, Christ... this is incredible!" she cried. "Harder... gotta do it harder!" He must've been reaching up inside her, because she felt tiny arms and hands grabbing at her vaginal tissues, looking for something to brace himself with, and this too tingled every last square inch of her skin. Groaning louder, she pumped him harder and harder inside her, grunting with every thrust, eagerly fighting for the orgasm...
Suddenly her stall door burst open: Chelle's foot came down, having kicked the door in, and she stared at her friend in horror. "Tracy!! What the fuck are you doing to him!?"
Laughing, Tracy continued to fuck herself, getting off on Chelle's look of terror as she stared at the tiny, helpless man disappearing inside her cunt, glistening with her own orgasmic juices. "Just... one minute, I swear... I'll be done in... a minute... oh, God..."
"You psychotic bitch! You're done now!" Chelle yelled, twisting on her left foot as she sent her right foot up, smacking across Tracy's jaw. Clanging her skull against the toilet pipes behind her, Tracy released the tiny man to clutch her head. Chelle stared at the bizarre sight of two tiny legs dangling limply out of her friend's sticky pussy. 'This is too much,' Chelle thought to herself. Gingerly she touched the tiny man's legs... one of them twitched in response.
"I'm taking him now, Tracy," Chelle told her, kneeling before her hips. "He's barely alive, and I'm going to get some help for him."
Tracy had other ideas. "Fuck you, you goddamned bitch," she hissed, slamming her thighs together. Her knees banged Chelle hard in the shoulders, and now her powerful thighs scissored around her friend. Chelle groaned in real pain, her fingers just about to wrap around the tiny man's legs as Tracy did this; she completed the grab and tenderly, slowly slid the tiny man out of her friend. Chelle stared rapt, in twisted fascination, as Tracy's labia almost seemed to suck at the tiny man, trying to pull him back inside, trying to keep him, swallow him... Despite her injury, Tracy was stimulated by the sensation of the little man sliding through her pussy, but held Chelle fast. "You're not fucking going anywhere, you lousy gash."
Chelle growled, trying in vain to free herself of her friend's strong vise-like thighs. The little man was safe in her hand, so she reached up with her other hand and flicked her fingers hard into her friend's clitoris.
Tracy sat bolt upright in pain. "OWWWWWW!!" she cried out, her crotch stinging very painfully; she spread her thighs to alleviate the pressure. Chelle immediately stood up, slapped Tracy hard across the face, and left her sobbing in the bathroom as she ran out the door and through the food court.
"Well, now you're free, I guess," Chelle whispered to the little man, as she rode down the escalator. "Guess I'm not going back to work today. Look, um... little guy... I'm sorry for what she did to you... I wish I could help you, somehow."
The little man said nothing, just lay in her palm (which she held close to her chest, to hide him from anyone else) and moaned quietly, choking on Tracy's juices.
"But... I guess Tracy was right, there's really nothing anyone can do for you," she said, turning her face towards the man and smiling gently upon him, trying to comfort him.
"What are you talking about..." the tiny man gasped.
"Well, no one could restore you to your original height... where are your clothes, anyway?"
"Your friend, Tracy, she stuck them in her bra..."
"Oh, damn. Guess you're just gonna have to stay naked," Chelle said, giggling.
"We're not going to the doctor? Can't you get some help for me?"
Chelle shrugged and shook her head. "Nope. All I can do for you now is... show you a little kindness." The tiny man groaned loudly as she quickly stuffed him down the front of her jeans, inside her panties...
(to be continued)