Bianca
I think I just have a thing for a woman’s sweat. I love the taste of her salt, the smell of her musk, and the feel of her skin when my hand slides over her wet skin. Now, compound my addiction with the fact that I’m only the length of my lover’s middle finger.
I was working in my lab on a way to shrink objects for faster and cheaper shipping. If my work sold, I’d be a millionaire in about ten minutes with major corporations all tumbling over each other to buy the rights to my shrink cannon.
Perhaps that’s why Bianca came to be my assistant. I mean, this woman who answered my ad is stunning! Who else would want to hole themselves up in a window-less laboratory on a great summer day and see if a madman’s shrink technology would pay off? Well, as it turns out, Bianca is that woman.
Let me describe her to you. She’s 5’9”, perhaps about 120 pounds, a great figure topped with black hair and red highlights. She wears a bit too much eye liner, and I think she’s more suited for a Goth bar than my lab, but her voice is so sweet and her killer body wears this knock-out perfume. I have such a raging crush on her.
By the way, when I say killer body, you should see her full chest try and push out of her white lab coat, or her ass when it peeks out beneath the bottom hem as she bends over. It’s all I can do to concentrate on my life’s work.
Long story short, one day my shrink ray worked. We celebrated with champagne. We had a little too much, and as far as I know, Bianca “accidentally” pushed the SHRINK button when I stepped in front of the particle aperture. Needless to say, I’m now writing this story at four inches in height.
What does this have to do with sweat, you ask? Well, after I was shrunk, Bianca felt so bad for my predicament that she scooped me up and took me to her apartment to take care of me. I became shoved deep between her ample breasts and told to sit tight while she drove us home. With her perfume overpowering my tiny nostrils, I snuggled in and let her drive us home.
A week went by and she couldn’t get the machine I built to take a charge again to bring me back to normal size. She was feeling particularly edgy, so she decided to take her frustrations out by getting into her workout gear and do a little kickboxing. I was standing by her pile of clothing, inhaling her musky sweat smell when my wrists became entangled in the black mesh of her thong.
Bianca didn’t notice me down there, and first put on her mesh bra. After that, she grabbed the thong with me still entangled in it and hoisted it up her titanic thighs. Higher and higher she lifted me until I ended up wedged between her succulent ass cheeks. She adjusted the black twin straps that stretched around her hips, and looked back and saw me peeking out between her butt cheeks.
“Comfy back there?” she asked me.
“I’m sorry, I guess you caught me red-handed. If you could just let me down,” I never got to finish my sentence. Bianca just had this evil grin on her face and kept me planted inside her ass crack. I knew I was in for a wild ride.
She faced her punching bag and started hopping on the balls of her feet. My body became jostled around so much I thought I would throw up. Suddenly she let loose a hard kick with her right foot. The vibration that traveled back over her rump and through my body shook me to the core. Before I knew it, her skin began pouring out droplets of sweat everywhere. I was now coated in her new sweet salty sweat.
I drank a few droplets as they raced down around me. Some tasted of her perfume, while others had the heady flavor of her ass. I became instantly hard, but another strike to the bag from her left foot jolted me back to reality. Bianca kept this up for a good half hour until she tired out and felt her feet sore from the kicks.
She then walked over to a table she had set up and grabbed a water bottle. Taking a big swig, she used the rest as a mini shower and doused her head. The water ran down her back and coated me. I had to sputter and choke the water way to continue breathing, and that’s when she went to a floor mat and stretched her body.
I felt my body being stretched over her tail bone as she leaned forward and tried to touch her toes. That strong gluteus of her squeezed me tight as she switched from her left foot over to her right. That’s when she asked me if I felt OK. Without really waiting for an answer, she told me she was about to jog on her treadmill.
Have any of you ever been massaged with a titanic ass pressing against you? Of course not. Trust me, you would remember. She got on the treadmill, found her favorite speed, and started off running. To me, it was like being caught in a pillow factory during a 7.9 earthquake. To be honest, though, I never came so much in all my life. The endless undulating of her cheeks on my body had me spurting load after load of cum into her sweaty ass.
When she finally stopped, I think after ten miles of tread, she stepped off the machine and stood there panting. I could hear her heartbeat coming from within her and feel every breath she inhaled. I was worn out, sore from ejaculating, and smelled like her anus. Did I care? Hell no. I was in a fleshy heaven.
Bianca finally stepped into the shower and kept the thong strapped to her groin when the water cascaded down. She showered with it on, bathing me in floral-scented body wash and foamy shampoo. The sexy vixen even toweled off with me still attached to her backside and let me sleep inside her butt when she took a nap.
We never did find a way to get the machine going. I still live in her apartment with her, and on occasion, she uses me like a pocket rocket. I can admit I’ve been inserted inside her pussy, her ass, and her mouth on several occasions. I’ve been titty-fucked, given a full hand job, and felatio-ed several times. I have a sexy giantess as my girlfriend, and had no idea she was into tiny men. If I’d have known that, I’d have shrunk myself for her a long time ago.
An update to my story: just the other day I came across a severed plug to the cord of my shrink ray machine. Why that dirty sneaky giantess!
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