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	GTSWriter 4/1/2012 8:20:42 PM Rating: 0 Thank you, Unicron.
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	GTSWriter 3/25/2012 12:00:22 PM Rating: 0 I do too. Story on this one to come soon...
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GTSWriter 3/22/2012 11:08:52 AM Rating: 0 My latest victim was a photographer I met at a night club in Miami. His name was Lyle and he came on to me pretty quickly after I got in the club and got my drink. I remember him yelling over the hip-hop music about how he couldn’t believe how photogenic I would be, and how he wanted to take pictures. He said I was a natural beauty. I initially rolled my eyes, thinking he must say this to all the young girls he comes across. Since he wouldn’t let it go, and the beat of the music was adding to my hunger, I let him buy me drinks, danced with him, and eventually allowed him to take me back to his studio. Poor thing didn’t know what hit him. We entered his place and I saw his studio. It had black walls and a single fern plant, of all things, sitting there on that black floor. He got his camera set up while I disrobed before his lens. I could see his cock growing huge in his pants when the last thing I took off was my black thong panties. I made sure he got a view of my ass, which I’m very proud of by the way, when I bent over and let them slip down to my ankles. Lyle took a bunch of shots of me, instructing me how to pose and give him the look he wanted. I pushed my ass out, shoved my tits together, and kept giving him a fuck-me stare. I must admit I was letting my vampiric hunger take over. Without him telling me to do so, I started fingering my pussy and licking my slick fingers. Lyle took the hint and stepped in front of the camera while taking his clothes off. He was built really well, with washboard abs and toned legs. His cock stuck straight out at me, and I grabbed it when he brought it to me. I sucked him off really well. Having a good 100 years to practice really makes a girl good at it, let me tell you. Lyle almost let loose, but I pinched him off and told him to return the favor. He found a padded chair for me and I sat in it pulling my legs apart just like Amile Madison did so many years ago. Lyle lunged into my sweet sex and sucked on me like a hungry puppy. I creamed his mouth so fast and hard. If he wanted to pull his head away, I wouldn’t let him because I locked my hands behind his head and held him there firmly. I shouted out and dug my heels into his back as I shuddered my first of many orgasms that night. I could already feel him start to shrink. Lyle wanted to get inside me, so I let him play before he shrunk too much. He plunged that southern snake into me and reamed me good. I have to say he fucked me better than so many other men before him. This boy knew what he was doing. I think that’s when I started to grow right before his eyes. The feel of him sliding deep inside me made my giantess body go into overdrive. I grew while he fucked me. Lyle had his hands on my supple ass and his mouth planted on my pert nipple all the while he pumped. Soon my nipple popped out of his mouth because I grew too tall for him. He opened his eyes and noticed not even his arms could reach around my hips anymore. He held my waist and looked up at me, astonished at my new size. I, however, had my head tossed back and kicked over his camera stand, busting his expensive Minolta. He started to protest my clumsiness, but I clutched him firm and told him not to stop. We fucked like animals until he became too small to make a difference inside me. I lifted him off me, lay him on the floor, and straddled his body. I told Lyle to lift his legs up straight off the floor. I pushed my pussy on his feet and drove them deep into me until they hit my cervix. Lyle, I remember, now was thrashing his body beneath me, scared at our new sizes, but I didn’t care. I was lost in my pleasure. I hopped on his legs until I bathed him in my juices. When I reached my next climax, I squeezed him out of me and diddled my clit until I gushed. Lyle was showered in my expulsion of cream. It made his body so slick, so sweet tasting. I picked him up just then and pushed him feet-first into my mouth. He screamed like a little baby that I was going to eat him, but I just wanted my taste from his body. I swirled my tongue around his little body, sucking my juice off his form. When he calmed down enough to realize I wasn’t going to eat him, I slipped his spent body out of me and set him on the ground. He looked up at me, wiping my saliva and pussy juice from his face and hair, with my pussy just inches from his head. I sat on my left leg and braced myself by clutching my ankle and my thigh. I gave him a show he would never forget, with my open pussy yearning for him. “What the hell happened to us?” he asked. I didn’t answer him. He was in no position to ask me anything. “I thought you were going to eat me before, popping me in your mouth like that.” I just laughed. “I am not going to eat you, little Lyle,” I said, looking down at him. “Not with my mouth anyway. My pussy wants you instead!” He didn’t know what I meant by that, so I quickly grabbed him with my right hand and pushed him head-first into my soaked vagina. I remember his legs kicking so violently in protest, but I just kept shoving him in deeper. I used him like a dildo for a bit, getting in another good fucking. His antics inside me felt so good I came again, making such a mess on his hardwood floor. When he began to tire, I pushed him in all the way, until only his feet remained outside. I know what I do is wrong, but God damn it, when my hunger won’t leave me alone until it’s satiated, what’s a girl to do? I sealed him inside my pussy and let my body do the rest. I could feel him dissolving inside me and my youth returning. Looking into the mirror, I saw the same gorgeous woman I knew back in the 1800’s looking back. Is that woman a monster? Well, that’s what this confession is for. I will let you, the reader, decide. Try not to hate me. I’m a creature of compulsion, and a creature driven to survive. Also, if you feel something is amiss the next time you pick up such a willing woman in a bar or a night club, just remember now, she might be one of us. She’s just feeding her hunger, like me.

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GTSWriter 3/22/2012 11:08:23 AM Rating: 0 Giantessic Vampirism I suppose I should start this by introducing myself. My name is Tammy Monroe, and I live in Sarasota, Florida. I’m currently about 130 years old, give or take a decade. Time has slipped past me so much, I’m starting to forget. Right now as I record this, I stand five feet four inches tall and weigh about 117 pounds. I have blonde hair and green eyes, and yes, the blonde hair comes from a bottle. If you’re going to judge me, don’t judge me on that; plenty of women dye their hair. I just like myself as a blonde. If you’re wondering why I can look so young for being 130 years old, well that’s because I have what’s been called in certain circles as “giantessic vampirism.” What the hell is that, you ask? Well, it’s a rare form of vampirism that only affects females. You see, back in 1880 I attended the University of Florida. I was born during the Civil War, but thankfully it ended when I was three and the country was still mending itself. Times were much more peaceful then and my family was wealthy enough to send their only daughter off to college. While I was there, I applied to join a sorority. Perhaps you all have heard of Gamma Tau Sigma. No? Well it doesn’t much matter, but that’s the one that accepted me right away. I and three other girls were welcomed into their sisterhood. That night we decided to throw ourselves a little party, with alcohol and wild tobacco, commonly called marijuana now, I suppose you might say. As it turned out, one of the new pledges took her fill of both and started stripping her clothing off. At first we were all aghast by her behavior, but soon after we all started disrobing and getting into the spirit of things. One girl started even kissing that pledge and eventually we all engaged in an all-female orgy. Normally I enjoy the company of men, but we all lost our inhibitions that night. Eventually this pledge, Amile Madison, who started it all sat in a chair in the living room and opened her legs, beckoning us to lick her pussy. Constance Pritchard started first, and soon enough we were all fighting to get a taste of her. We were just so curious! At the height of it all we must have looked like a brood of kittens all fighting for a mother cat’s teat. She just kept flowing her juices out, loving the other girls leaning in and lapping at her sex with our tongues. Once we all had a good drink from her, we enjoyed each other too that night. So many girls all giggling, screaming out, and experiencing tremendous orgasms, it was just too much. Once we all became spent, she stood up and laughed, saying something about how we were all like her now. Constance stood up and confronted her about what she said. “Just what the hell are you talking about, Amile? Are you making up stories again?” Constance never did like Amile much, but the other girls outvoted her and she became a sorority sister anyway. “You’re all going to be giantesses, now,” she claimed. “You will hunger for men, and those men will keep you youthful for all eternity, my sisters.” We didn’t believe her then, but by the next full moon, it happened. Our sorority sisters became so sexually heated we burst out of our sorority house and went after any man that would look our way. Once we had a man, we would invite him back to the house, lock him in our bedrooms, and make passionate love to him until he also drank from our flowing pussies. As we got more and more excited, we started to grow while the man shrank before our eyes. At most, a giantessic vampire will grow to roughly 14-15 feet high while the man typically shrinks to about seven inches tall. That’s when we need to feed. Not in the typical sense, mind you. We don’t swallow our prey. We keep ourselves immortal by shoving the poor soul into our vaginas and devouring him that way. His body dissipates and his life energy fuels our hunger. It actually one of the most thrilling orgasms a giantessic vampire will ever feel. The only problem is, that hunger never fully goes away. Eventually we’ll reduce in size back to normal, but with every full moon, we need to feed again! I’ve been like this ever since that fateful night. That brings my story to recent times.

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GTSWriter 3/21/2012 12:52:07 PM Rating: 0 She licked at his sex while he lay in her grip. Freyenna lifted his ball sack with her dainty probing tongue and sucked him into her mouth, legs and all. Wade experienced her muscle move slickly around his body and between his legs. He nearly came when she rubbed it through his crotch and up his backside while her lips pressed against his midsection to keep him in place. Humming her satisfaction caused her mouth to vibrate around him, and that sent him squirting his mortal seed into the back of her throat. Freyenna drank him whole and giggled at the sensation. Wade felt like he ended too soon, and pouted outside her mouth as he caught his breath. She spat him out into her hand again and understood his mood. With a blow from her large sexy mouth, she caressed his little body with her breath which caused his cock to spring back to life. She winked at him knowingly and set him on the ground. Freyenna readjusted herself on the rocky ledge, parting her tree trunk-sized legs and offering Wade access to her heavenly portal. Her breasts, hung from her chest so invitingly, but so out of reach for the little human Wade. Freyenna used her right hand to cradle her head as she opened her pussy to him with the other hand. Wade wasted no time entering his magical beauty. He didn’t even bother removing his red and white shirt! Her lips invited him in and moved around his hips as he pressed himself inside her. She cooed and moaned at his actions, but it still didn’t feel like he was pleasuring her, he thought to himself. Reaching out, he took hold of her knobby clit and pumped it in his hands while pushing his hips at her. She became so aroused by this that her pussy leaked a flow of juice that pooled around his feet. Wade took it as a good sign and increased his motions until Freyenna gripped her ass cheeks and widened herself to accept more of Wade. He bent his head down and sucked on her clit while grabbing fistfuls of her flowery labia. Freyenna was completely induced in ecstasy now. Releasing her hold on her cheeks, she cupped her massive tits and squeezed milk out of her hardened nipples while her eyes rolled back in her head. Her shouts were echoing off the valley walls and amongst the trees. Wade almost lost his footing with the flowing river of juice spraying from her pussy. He slipped to his knees and became coated entirely in her liquid sex. Drinking his fill, Wade craved her taste. He looked up over her vaginal mound and saw rivulets of milk cascading down her twin mounds above. Freyenna came back to her senses, completely drained and breathing hard. She looked drunkenly down at her human lover and laughed heartily at his condition. Wade dripped from head to toe in her expulsion of juices. Picking him up a third time, she licked his body clean and kissed him dry once more. “My time on Midgard is coming to an end, I’m afraid,” she admitted. “I loved our lovemaking, Wade. I want to take you home with me. Would you be willing to come back to Asgard?” Wade was taken aback by her offer. This never occurred to him that she would make him leave earth and accompany her to her version of heaven. “Yes,” he finally said after ten minutes of thought. “I don’t have much keeping me here on earth, and I’ve never been happier than with you now. If you’re offering me an eternity at your side, I would be honored.” “The only problem with taking you back, my lover, is that you have to be hidden as we pass through the portal on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge. If you are spotted, you will be cast back to Midgard. I have an idea…” With that, Freyenna lowered Wade to her crotch and opened her pussy lips with her other hand. Before Wade could offer any protest, she pushed him in head-first inside her. He slipped in easily until only his bare feet remained. She pushed those in too with her index finger and patted her lips reassuringly. “Don’t worry,” she said soothingly, “I will give birth to you when we’re home. From this day forward, you will be my lover, to be taken out whenever I need you.” She smoothed her manicured hands over her belly and thought of him swimming inside her. Touching the ground below her, a stream suddenly flowed forth, adding it eventually to the Trondheim River. “From now on, this will be the Wade Brook, named for my new human love. This is how you will be remembered among your race.” With that, Freyenna spoke in ancient Norse for a chant that opened the portal home. She stepped through it with Wade secreted inside her vaginal canal, safe and sound within her. The gods of Asgard would never know of her sexual package lodged inside her. He was now hers for eternity.

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GTSWriter 3/21/2012 12:51:48 PM Rating: 0 Wade stepped back, fearful that she might lose her balance and land on him, crushing him against those beige boulders he stood on. There was nowhere to go now, the fall to the river captured his escape, and the curious smiling giantess stood in front of him. Wade decided to give an introduction a try. “Hello,” he called out to her, “My name is Wade. Who are you?” he asked, more trying to ask “WHAT are you?” He waved as he spoke, hoping that might be an international symbol of a greeting. She smiled more brightly and spoke. Her voice was loud, coming from her great lungs and echoed over the forested valley. “Do not be afraid of me, little one. My name is Freyenna, daughter of Freya, granddaughter of Odin. I’m the goddess of the rivers. Every spring I release the waters from the great glaciers and make the lands fertile.” She waved her hand over the forest in a gesture as though she reigned over the entire country. As she did so, Wade smelled fresh flowers and thought it could only come from this deity. As she spoke, the winds picked up and caressed him with a gentle warm breeze. “However, to keep my powers and continue my gift for Midgard, I must mate with a human male. I saw you enter my forest and knew you would be a wonderful choice. But, to enter your world, I needed the help of Loki to cross the Rainbow Bridge. In exchange for meeting you, he played the most dastardly of tricks on me. You see, he kept me at my goddess height. So, I ask you, Wade, are you willing to mate with a goddess so tall as me?” Wade’s heart leaped in his chest. He honestly didn’t know if it were possible, or if any of this registered as reality in his head. On the one hand, she was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever met in his lifetime. On the other hand, though, she stood so much taller than he did. His penis to her heavenly vagina wouldn’t do anything to pleasure her. But, she still seemed willing to offer herself to him, and who was he to deny her advance, albeit forward as it was. “Oh wow, it would be an honor to make love to you, my goddess!” he called up to her. Freyenna smiled warmly and bent further down to give him a kiss on his head. Her breath was warm and scented with jasmine. Wade looked up at her huge head, hovering over his small body. He noted how she could be so enormous to him, yet so gentle and intoxicating. He leaned back and lifted himself up to kiss her back. She felt his tiny peck on her bottom lip. In return, Freyenna nuzzled her wet lips over his face while petting his body with a single finger. She picked up the tiny human carefully in her gentle hand and held him against her nipple. It peeked through her lacy garment, hardened with the notion of being suckled. Her nipple stood out, easily the size of his head. The nipple sat on a breast roughly the size of his apartment back home. They were massive, plump, and firm. He smoothed his hand over her skin and massaged her nipple before taking a first lick. Freyenna cooed at the touch and brought his face in closer to her body. Wade opened his mouth and chewed on the wrinkled flesh of his lover, believing he tasted droplets of her sweet honey-milk. Freyenna brought him to her cleavage and held him in there by pushing her breasts together. Wade found himself cocooned in a warm fleshy sandwich of femininity and loved it. Immediately he pushed his trapped erection against her bosom. Wade wanted to pull his pants off and really feel her skin against his own, but confined inside her compacted tits, that would have to come later. He instead rode the waves of massaged flesh and embraced his situation. Eventually his titanic lover released her control of him and let him explore her expansive feminine frame. Wade took the opportunity to disrobe before her eyes. She looked down at him with lust in her eyes, biting her bottom lip when his manhood became released for her inspection. Before he could rub himself against her right breast, Freyenna grabbed him and lifted him off her chest. She drove his body close to her mouth and Wade suddenly thought she might have changed from lustful to ravenous as his lower half brushed against her lips. As afraid as he was of her dubious intentions, his penis sprang to life when it came in contact with Freyenna’s extended tongue.

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GTSWriter 3/21/2012 12:51:35 PM Rating: 0 Freyenna Wade’s plane landed in Norway with little complications, coming to a slow halt as the turbines roared outside his circular window. The plane taxied to the concourse and eventually all passengers disembarked. His customs line moved at a snail’s pace, but eventually Wade was able to pick up his luggage and leave the confines of the airport. He was officially in Norway, and he smiled. He always wanted to visit his family’s fatherland, the place where his lineage began. Wade boarded the shuttle taking him to his hotel in Hommelvik, about halfway across the country from Oslo. This little hamlet was located east of Trondheim, nestled on the banks of the Trondheim River. Wade couldn’t wait to arrive. The bus stopped and gave a quick honk of the horn, since most of the passengers aboard her slept during their trek northward. Wade was no exception. He had wanted to take in the natural sights Norway had to offer, but jet lag took over quickly. He never prepared himself for the time change, and it finally caught up with him. He wiped out the sleep from his eyes and stood up, gathering his luggage and stepped off the bus. Wade checked into his hotel and got himself settled. His tiny guestroom made him look like a giant against the single bed, and since the little dresser wouldn’t hold all of his belongings, he set his suitcase on top of it and considered himself unpacked. He grabbed local fare at a little restaurant not far from the hotel, and noticed a brochure of Hommelvik and its attractions. He picked one off the stand and found the English language on it. Reading the brochure, it talked about a quaint hiking trail that took a scenic route alongside the Trondheim River. He paid his bill and set off to find the trail. After asking two different local residents for directions, Wade finally found the archway in the park that started the trail. Wade checked his watch and allowed him two hours out and two hours return. That ought to bring him back by dinner time, he thought. The trail was just as scenic as the brochure indicated. Since Wade arrived in Norway during their summer months, the temperature was surprisingly warm. He took off his sweatshirt and tied it around his waist, using the sleeves. Now his chest was only clad in a white and red tank top, which suited him fine. With an hour’s walk outside the village, Wade was by himself and stepped off the trail to explore a rocky cliff overlooking the river. Only the soft sounds of babbling water, birds chirping in the branches, and his feet crunching over fallen twigs could be heard. He was completely alone. He stood on the beige rock and peered down, marveling at nature’s artwork. That’s when he heard the thumping of something very large behind him. Startled, Wade quickly turned around and saw a massive foot buried halfway in the ground, with the feminine toenails painted white. The sensuous shin rose up to widen out to a lovely knee, and the leg stretched up well above him to a muscularly toned thigh. Wade had to really crane his neck back to see beyond the woman’s hips, to her enormous firm chest, and finally her beautiful face framed by long flowing brown hair. Wade stood in the presence of a Norse goddess, staring back down at him. He wondered what to do next, run or hide. She was looking down at him, so hiding was out of the question. She smiled at him with a look of welcoming warmth rather than harm, so running didn’t seem right either. Wade stood there waiting for her to make the next move. This giant vision of beauty stood well over forty feet tall, clad only in a purple lace tunic and lavender flowers in her hair. Streamers of purple silk descended from the top of her head, mixing in with her satiny hair. Other than that, this goddess appeared nude to Wade. She made no move against him, probably figuring her height was enough to scare him half to death as it is. She just kept smiling at him and slowly squatted down toward him.

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	GTSWriter 3/21/2012 12:51:27 PM Rating: 0 Not trying to compete with AnonymousMP, but I've always wanted to do a story on this picture too. Here is my attempt. I hope you all enjoy it as well.
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	GTSWriter 3/15/2012 3:48:35 PM Rating: 0 Give me time, Wolfridge... I'll create something for this soon.
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GTSWriter 3/15/2012 3:10:40 PM Rating: 0 “What?!” Allison demanded. “I thought you said you won the money to help out your sister.” Gretchen shook her head and chuckled. “Oh hell no. I just said all that to shut you up and get you here. I’m an only child.” “You bitch,” Allison protested. “Oh don’t pout. That’s the oldest trick in the book. Now shut up and lick me out like a good little girl.” She bent over Allison’s body and stuck her ass out and wiggled it to further the point that she wasn’t moving fast enough. They both laughed at the ruse and kissed. Allison moved behind Gretchen and parted her ass cheeks with both hands. She spanked Gretchen hard on her right cheek, making the big woman yelp in pain. “That’s for lying to me,” she purred. Allison went in deep and inhaled the fresh musky smell of the pussy before her. Gretchen shaved meticulously beforehand, so Allison had a clean bare pussy to play with. Licking her from asshole to clitoris and back, she spoke again. “And that, my sexy lover, is for bringing me here. I love it!” Allison dove in again and didn’t come up for air until she felt Gretchen’s ass shake in a violent orgasm. Holding onto her sizeable ass cheeks and riding her out on her face, Allison tugged at her clitoris and labia with her mouth as Gretchen writhed and bucked against her little lover. “God damn that felt great!” Gretchen howled. Allison found a dildo on the side of her bed, so she went to grab it and returned to her spot behind the large upturned ass. She plunged it in deep, causing Gretchen to push back against it and pull it in with her lips. Allison grabbed the end of the huge latex dildo and piston-fuck her large friend. The giantess bit into her own pillow and growled her passion. She widened her knees on the bed and really pushed back against Allison’s effort. Juice ran down from her open vagina to her inner thighs. Allison stopped for a bit to lap up the cream and further excite Gretchen. While she kept the dildo pumping into the big woman, Allison then licked more at Gretchen’s ass crack, stopping to circle her tongue around the big wrinkled anus. Gretchen slapped the tops of her feet on the bedspread when Allison did this to her, and again came like a fire hydrant over the salami-sized fallus. “Oh you beautiful little fuck,” Gretchen growled through gritted teeth. “I have something for you, hold on.” She got up, leaving a curious Allison on the bed licking at the coated dildo. Allison tried to enter the big dick into her pussy, but even for her size it was too large. She instead rubbed it over her tits and stomach, mouthing the cockhead every time it came forward and bumped her chin. Gretchen told her how sexy that looked, and then stepped out of her closet wearing a strap on dildo. Smaller in size to accommodate Allison, she walked to the side of the bed and demanded that Allison suck her new cock. “Suck me off like the little obedient bitch you are, baby,” she said, stroking her plastic cock. Allison sucked the rubbery cock down her throat, her head held in place by Gretchen’s hand gripping her hair. She started thrusting her hips at Allison, causing the smaller woman to gag on the dildo. “Mmmm, that’s good. Now turn around and take your medicine, slave.” Allison got on all fours and gave her ass and pussy to Gretchen’s masterful possession. Gretchen gripped those hips in her hands and poised the round-tipped dick to her entrance. Allison gripped the bedspread and let herself be fucked by the big woman. Gretchen pushed in all the way, not stopping to see if that action hurt Allison. She didn’t get any protest, so Gretchen continued to fuck Allison from behind doggy-style. She then gripped a handful of Allison’s hair and demanded an answer to her question. “You’re my bitch, aren’t you? You’re my submissive little sexy bitch. Say it!” She kept fucking her strongly now. “Yes! I’m your sexy bitch. I’ll do what you say, Mistress Gretchen! Just keep fucking me, please.” Allison couldn’t believe the words she spoke, but her body was in control now. It wanted cock, and her brain had no say in the matter. Gretchen picked up her submissive little lover and sat on the bed. Allison picked up on this and readjusted herself to squat over the cock and bounce on it. Gretchen held her sides and guided her up and down. She sat on her giantess/goddess and fucked her for all she was worth. Gretchen smiled and watched the show as Allison hopped like a puppet for her mistress. Soon she sprayed Gretchen’s lap with creamy warm juice and fell like a rag doll. Her giantess lover collected her and pulled Allison off the dildo. It waved in the evening twilight, still slick with pussy juice. They hugged again and kissed, more passionately and sensually than before. Gretchen lay back and let Allison lay upon her big body. Allison collected Gretchen’s breasts and massaged them while returning more tongue kisses. “You belong to me now, Allison,” Gretchen said in a whisper. “I’ll never let you go.” She closed her strong thighs around Allison’s body to punctuate her point. Allison reached down and caressed those tree-trunk thighs lovingly. “I feel so safe and warm; I would never leave a beautiful lover like you. You give me everything I need and want. I want to love you like this every night. Please let me.” They kissed on their pact, and slept in each other’s arms all night.

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GTSWriter 3/15/2012 3:10:28 PM Rating: 0 Allison could now feel the heady musk leaking through that hot pink bikini bottom. Gretchen was soaked for Allison! The amazon woman lifted Allison off her feet and stood her on the bench. This allowed the two women to see eye to eye. Gretchen then stroked Allison’s body with her big hands, freeing those tits and pulling down her rainbow bikini. “You want this, don’t you?” she asked. Allison breathed out a heavy YES and parted her legs for Gretchen’s touch. She stroked her index finger against Allison’s swelling lips. After getting tickled between her legs, she watched her large lover suck her own finger and hum her delight. “Let’s get out of here and really get acquainted, shall we?” As in a trance, Allison shook her head and took Gretchen’s lead. They gathered their belongings and headed out to Gretchen’s Humvee, the only vehicle that would comfortably fit her size. A large center console parted the two lovers, but Gretchen reached over and held Allison’s hand. The feel was electric! Allison found herself playing with her pussy underneath her pants. The thought of having sex with a giantess like Gretchen made her drunk with lust. It was a good thing she wasn’t driving, Allison thought to herself while plunging two fingers into her pussy. Her new friend was tall, gorgeous, strong, and currently taking charge. That combination made every cell in Allison’s body tingle with electricity. “Give some of that to me, girl,” Gretchen demanded. Allison wondered how she could manage to scoot beside her, giving that the center console got in her way. “Crawl over the console and drop your pants, babe.” Allison did as instructed and lay across the padded lid of the console with her ass exposed. She lay there, inches away from Gretchen’s ample chest. Gretchen in turn reached over and slid her fingers between Allison’s ass cheeks to find her pussy lips. They were soaked with anticipation of their evening. She dove in hard and deep, causing Allison to moan out in the Humvee and nibble the amazon’s nipple through her shirt’s material. If other drivers looked up and saw the spectacle driving down the highway, the two women didn’t care. They arrived at Gretchen’s house and stepped inside. It was lavishly decorated with all furniture larger than normal. Allison felt like a child in her home. Gretchen walked across the hardwood floors in her heels with loud clicks of her shoes against the surface. She hung her coat, took Allison’s too, and then embraced the smaller woman in her arms. They collapsed into each other and smothered their faces with kisses and caresses. Suddenly, Gretchen picked up Allison in her arms and carried her upstairs after flipping off her heels. “Ahh, much better,” she admitted. Allison lay in her cradling arms like a child and kept sucking on her large lover’s mouth. The two entered the master bedroom and came down like an avalanche of beauty as they hit the mattress with a mighty bounce. Gretchen’s hands had Allison nude in seconds, and then kneeled on the bed while Allison tugged and pulled at the giantess’ outfit. Once free of her blouse, Allison sucked at those massive tits with her mouth on one, her roaming hand on the other. She reached around those large hips and felt for Gretchen’s incredible, full, taut ass. Allison created fantasies in her mind of diving head first in between her big cheeks and licking her to orgasm. Gretchen continued to finger Allison, bringing her off over her first orgasm. Those long firm fingers kept probing deeper than any cock or dildo Allison ever felt before, and they just never stopped. She screamed and moaned, crying out Gretchen’s name in the evening until she let loose a deluge of cream over the big hand. Allison fell back on the bed, looking up at the beauty straddling her. “You are so beautiful, Gretchen. I’m still so impressed you are helping out your sister. That also makes me hot for you.” “I made that shit up,” Gretchen said, massaging her tits above the smaller Allison.

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GTSWriter 3/15/2012 3:10:16 PM Rating: 0 The MC asked the men to applaud for their favorite to determine the winner. He pointed at Allison, and she managed an average response. She noted that some of her biggest fan group didn’t even put their hands together at all. They were waiting for the MC to point to her competition. Once he did, the place just lit up. Gretchen smiled and blew kisses to the men, and that determined her obvious win. Gretchen was handed the $500 and given a sash to wear. She beamed and shook hands with many of the guys there. Allison fumed and returned to the changing room to gather her belongings. Gretchen stepped in and thanked Allison for competing against her. She was rewarded with venom. “There WAS no competition. You were a sure thing! No one can come close to you, Gretchen.” She ended her rant with a glare at the taller girl. Gretchen frowned and sat on the bench provided in the small changing room. “I get this wherever I go, you know,” she answered back, blatantly pouting. “Everyone is jealous of my size. You know, I actually envy you. You are a beautiful woman and you’re normal. I am a towering freak who gets gawked at. I only entered this competition because I needed the money to get my sister’s operation paid for. I would never have done this otherwise. I’m new in town and trying to make friends. All I get is either men saying stupid clichés to me, or catty women judging me with their stares. I was hoping we could be friends, but I guess you’re no different.” Gretchen began to cry. Allison suddenly felt horrible. She sank to the bench across from Gretchen and reached out to touch her knee. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I just felt that you were such a sure thing, coming in here to cash in like you could do at any pageant you entered. YOU are the beautiful one. You came in here greeting the other women, wishing us all luck, and being so nice and humble when you won. I can’t compete with that. I’m ugly, come to think of it; you’re the beautiful one here.” Gretchen looked up and wiped away a tear. “You really mean that?” she asked, sniffling through her nose. “I do. I’m so sorry, Gretchen. I only wanted the money to make a car payment. You’re helping your sister out. You deserved to win on every level. All the guys will want to ask you out or dance with you tonight. No one will bother looking at me. You’re just so damn attractive.” “I don’t know about that,” Gretchen said smiling once again. “I know one person here tonight that had an eye on you all night.” “Yeah, who was that? Rich? He’s been on my case for a long time. He’s disgusting,” Allison said. “No,” Gretchen said, standing up, “me. I’m not into men, I’m a lesbian. You’re the hottest woman I’ve come across in a long time. Have you ever thought of making love to another woman?” “Plenty of times,” Allison said, a little shocked at this point, “but I’ve never gone through with it. I’ve always been nervous.” Gretchen took that opening as her cue and planted a tongue-penetrating kiss on Allison’s smaller mouth. Before she knew it, Allison was sucking on Gretchen’s strong pink muscle and kissing her back hard. Gretchen closed in on her smaller partner and wrapped those big long arms lovingly around Allison’s back. She also crushed her between those massively strong thighs.

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GTSWriter 3/15/2012 3:10:05 PM Rating: 0 Height Night Allison figured tonight was another sure thing. She’d been going to the German Town Saloon every month for their Amazon Swimsuit Contest, where the top prize was $500. What better way to earn her car payment, she thought. Allison was a gorgeous woman of 25 years of age, with strong shapely legs, a sexy butt, natural 36C breasts, and pretty face topped with straight dirty blond hair. Physically, she was a perfect package in her rainbow-colored thong bikini. Most girls that competed with her for the $500 couldn’t match her 5’11” stature. They would try, but many came up short. Other girls that could compete with her height didn’t have her sexy look, however. Most of the guys would cheer Allison on, making her a sure bet to win the money. Tonight seemed to be no different. Allison was in the back room changing into her bikini and slipping on her 2 inch clear heels when she walked in. The usual winner of the contest stood there shocked as a new enormous contestant paraded in, set her bag down, and smiled warmly at the other girls. It was cold for February, so this towering goddess walked in all bundled up. Allison couldn’t check out her body just yet. Perhaps she has thunder thighs or a nasty hanging gut, she pondered. Deep down, though, Allison wondered if her car payment was about to slip from her grasp. This tall drink of water shook hands with the other girls getting ready, and finally approached Allison. “Hi,” she said with a honeyed voice, “I’m Gretchen, nice to meet you.” Allison offered her hand and watched it disappear in Gretchen’s grasp. Her hands were soft, warm, and gentle. Gretchen even seemed to linger her handshake as they talked. Allison’s heart sank. Tall, pretty, kind, she had no chance against this woman. Gretchen had all her bases covered. She also noted that Gretchen stood a good head height taller than her. Allison stood there staring at the giantess’ breasts being pushed in her face. Gretchen took her coat off and flipped off her top. The theory that she was either padding her bra or wearing a lot of clothing underneath became shattered when Gretchen’s giant breasts flopped free and firm, exposing large inviting hardened nipples in the room. The other girls stared at Gretchen too, knowing that their hopes of winning just shattered too. She took off her jeans revealing the firmest, sexiest legs on a human woman the other women had ever witnessed. They saw her slip her panties off and replace them with a set of hot pink bikini bottoms and cover her heavenly chest with a matching top. Allison fixed her hair and makeup, waiting for the MC to announce the ladies to make their entrance. Gretchen stood by her, still smiling, wishing everyone good luck. She didn’t get much response back, since the other girls knew she was a ringer. Before long, the excited MC welcomed everyone to the next Height Night, and then announced each woman by name. The girls formed a train of bikinis and curves as they appeared from the black curtain and made a line in front of the cheering drunk men in the bar. When Gretchen came out, the place exploded. No one had ever seen this towering woman in their small town before, and it was pretty sure no one in the state ever heard of Gretchen or her 7’11” frame either. The mystery amazon stood there proudly, smiling brilliantly, with her hands behind her ass in a classic pageant pose. Allison took her place beside the DJ booth, but the normal fire she had lit the room no more. All attention was on Gretchen. As time went on, more and more girls were eliminated from the competition when the MC would point to a girl and listen for the audience applause. It was down to Allison and Gretchen, the only two still standing on the dance floor. Allison looked over at Gretchen’s large body and found herself staring right at Gretchen’s breasts. Those large balloons trapped in the hot pink fabric had her mesmerized. Gretchen, in turn, just smiled at the men in the bar and turned her right thigh to get more attention. Allison faked a smile, but inside she knew her easy money streak was over. If Gretchen kept coming back, she would lose every time. She couldn’t imagine a woman even taller, even more beautiful, than the tall Gretchen.

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 3:29:22 PM Rating: 0 Pushing further, she was past her first knuckle in my asshole, giving it to me good. I became rock hard and Ingrid felt that pushing up against her belly. As hard as her tongue found new room in my mouth, so did her pinky in my ass. I was now sitting fully on her impaled digit, getting explosively kissed deeply by this English giantess. Ingrid reached in front of me and stroked my cock all the while wiggling her pinky in my ass. Within minutes I was cumming all over my own stomach and chest. Ingrid simply lifted me up to meet her mouth and licked me clean. With one last kiss, she made me taste myself on her tongue. I sucked it down my throat, looking at her so lovingly. “Now it’s my turn, lover boy,” she purred. Ingrid released me and lay against my couch until it was shoved hard against the front window sill. She played with her massive mammaries while spreading her legs for me. I stroked myself hard again and knelt before her pussy. Good thing she shaves, otherwise it might have felt like trying to retrieve a baseball in a shrub, looking for her clit. I cleared away her hood and sucked on her clit, making Ingrid shout out loudly. Her pussy gurgled with cream, and that had me sending my fist deep inside her hole. Warmth consumed my forearm, so I pushed deeper still until my shoulder stopped my advance. I licked and suckled her clit while feeling around inside her pussy with my hand. Ingrid felt like liquid satin, bumpy, but inviting. With my entire arm deep inside her, she moaned and mewled, sometimes calling my name out loud. Accidentally, she kicked over a couple of chairs, sent paperwork flying in messy heaps to the ground, and shoved my area rug a clear ten feet into the kitchen. I didn’t care, though, I was giving her all she could handle. I knelt before her now, shoving both arms into her as deep as I could go, which now was only past my elbows. Ingrid growled her approval and told me not to stop. She pulled her knees back until they hovered over her ample chest, and I was looking down at her heavenly ass beneath my soaked arms. I pumped her sex piston-style until she erupted in a syrupy mess, running down her ass cheeks over her own asshole. I popped my arms out and lapped at her like a hungry cat at a saucer of milk. She giggled her pleasure and I sucked on her taint while petting her pretty asshole with my left hand. With my right, I stroked myself back to hardness. Her juices coated my cock nicely, so I told Ingrid to keep that position and welcome me home. She licked her lips, knowing what I had in mind. I shoved my cock balls deep into her puckered sphincter and pounded that British bitch for all I had. She shook her head in screaming pleasure, encouraging me to take her ass good. I convulsed uncontrollably until I shot myself deep into her back side. In exhaustion I collapsed on her pussy lips and pubic mound. I was still inside her butt hole when she lovingly squeezed me tight with her powerful thighs. I reached up for her breasts, but they were just out of my reach. I could touch them and fondle her nipples, but couldn’t get a nipple in my mouth. Popping out of her tight ass, I crawled up on my big girl and lay in her cleavage while I caught my breath. Ingrid threw one of my fleece blankets over my body and patted me reassuringly that I fucked her well. “Can I see you again,” I asked weakly. “Oh yes, pet,” she assured me, “we giantesses hold onto any man that is willing to accept a woman who can grow like we can. It’s not every day someone like you can accept our condition. I’m not letting go of you ever. Besides, you don’t want to piss a giantess off, especially when she now knows where you live.” She said that warning with a sarcastic grin, but I took her warning to heart. I never wanted to upset her ever, and I still haven’t to this day. Thank you so much, GTSMatch.com, for letting me meet my beautiful Ingrid. I’m forever in your debt!

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 3:29:10 PM Rating: 0 Ingrid spoke in the distinct English accent, and that only made her sexier in my mind and ears. If you closed your eyes when she spoke, you would swear Elizabeth Hurley stepped into the room. I guess that’s my best description I have. Anyway, Ingrid walked in and immediately began taking in my décor, getting a feel for me. She set her giant bag on the floor and gave me a hug. She smelled of perfume, and I didn’t want to let her go when the hug was over. I offered her something to drink, and she accepted a diet soda. We talked a lot, getting to know each other more and more. I found her to be very entertaining with her stories, and she laughed at my past follies too. We were like two old friends after an hour of talking. I asked if she wanted to step out and do something in the city, but she instead took the initiative and drew herself into my arms. Ingrid kissed me long on the lips, taking my breath away. “I have a better idea,” she said in that smoky, English voice of hers. “Why don’t you undress and come back into the living room. I have a surprise for you.” How could I refuse such an invitation? I stepped into my bedroom and quickly tossed my clothes off. Now, a normal person would think that she showed up to actually rob my place. I mean, come on, when a strange woman shows up at your door and charismatically gets you to undress, wouldn’t that be your first thought? Well, I took a chance. When I stepped back out into the living room, I had been greeted by Ingrid, now over twelve full feet tall. She had to sit on her sexy ass, since her head nearly brushed my ceiling. Ingrid carried with her a large outfit in her duffle bag, I assumed, since she now had on only a gold-colored bra and short shorts, accompanied by gold high heels. She informed me they were simply for a sexier appearance, not for walking around. Before I could even speak, Ingrid fished out those enormous breasts of hers and let them hang down freely. “Is that better, my sexy little man?” she purred. I could only nod yes in response. “Why don’t you come closer and let me know how much you love my tits.” She smiled at me and waited for me to make the next move. I didn’t know where to touch her first. There was just so much of her filling my living room, and I have to be honest with you, my living room isn’t all that big. “How did you get so large?” I had to know. Ingrid just giggled and told me. “Silly,” she sang in her accent, “you joined GTSmatch.com. Don’t you know what GTS stands for? We’re all giantesses on that site, looking for men to love. It’s typical that when women like me are aroused, we grow to giant proportions and can’t return to normal until we’re satiated. Much like your American super hero, the Hulk, it takes over our body when activated. We cannot control it, but rather just accept our fate and return to normal once we’re exhausted. We formed this site to hopefully find men that can handle a giantess. I hope this doesn’t bother you.” “No,” I found myself saying. “I just hope I can make you happy… down there. I’m only so big myself.” I answered sheepishly. It’s true. I’m not like some of those porn actors you see with mammoth cocks like Italian sausages. I’m normal sized at best. Ingrid smiled acceptingly at me and held out her arms. I fell into them and felt her body for the first time in her new size. Imagine two warm fleshy pillows crushing around you. That’s what her huge titties felt like. She held me close and kissed me hard with her talented mouth. I kissed her back and found her nipples with my hands. “Ooh, you’re a frisky devil, aren’t you? Most Yanks are, and I love that,” she said. Ingrid didn’t take my hands away, but rather explored my ass with her fingers. Before I knew it, she licked her pinky finger and plugged my ass with it. I tried to yelp out, but I couldn’t with her large purple nipple deep in my mouth.

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 3:28:55 PM Rating: 0 GTSMatch.com I was bored. Bored and lonely, I guess you could say. I was having no luck at all in the bar/club scene, so on one particular Friday night instead of going out, I logged on and did a Google search for dating sites. The usual popped up in the search first, but I was hoping there might be something more in line with my tastes. I kept searching page after page until one address caught my eye. It called itself GTSMatch.com, with no affiliation for the normal site you may be familiar with. I clicked on the address and waited for the site to download. Sure enough, I started seeing pictures of very attractive women smiling back at me. It promised new people like me the chance for something MORE out of a relationship. They kept capitalizing such words like MORE, BIGGER, GIANT, etc. You get the idea. I felt they were cheap marketing gimmicks, so I ignored it and clicked on the button for a free tour. I started perusing pages of gorgeous women’s faces. I had no idea if the women in these pictures were actually the girls I might meet, or if they were captured from other sites and plugged in, just to get men to sign up. After spending a half hour on this site, I was nearly ready to log off and find a simple porn site when one woman caught my attention. She was indicated as logged in right then, so I clicked on her page. She was a gorgeous creature of 30+ years of age, a very sizeable chest, and a dazzling smile complete with stunning green eyes. I clicked the button “talk to her” and got her attention. She said was the real deal, but to continue the conversation I had to join the site. Well, sometimes in life you just have to say, what the hell. I whipped out my credit card and joined the site quickly. I found her again and we started an instant chat. She told me her name was Ingrid and she hailed from Wimbledon, England. However, she moved to my city two years ago and got her citizenship. We shared a lot of information, and she seemed really nice. Ingrid even sent me more pictures of herself, and they all checked out. Either she had an entire collection of fake photos of the same woman, or this stunning redhead was really her. A lot of them were candid photos friends took of her, so that had me believing she was telling the truth. I sent her a couple of mine, and she seemed to be very interested in me. Well, long story short, we exchanged information including phone numbers. Soon we were off the computer and talking over the phone. When I initially called her, my cell phone battery was fully charged. Before I knew it, two hours had passed, my phone was burning hot in my hand, and I could hear the tell-tale beep of low battery status in my ear. Quickly, so as not to lose her connection, I plugged in my phone and continued on. Ingrid had a very pretty laugh at my expense, since she could hear me stumble around my apartment looking for my charger. I guess Ingrid felt comfortable enough with me to ask to meet up. She was too tired to meet me that night, so we made plans to see one another the next day. I told her where I lived, and she agreed to come over. We hung up at two a.m. and crashed. I was so tired, but felt nervously excited too. The next day I woke up and smiled at my bedroom ceiling. Today I would have my first date in over three months. Ingrid was going to meet me at noon. Better get this place cleaned up, I thought, and threw myself out of bed. I showered, shaved, dressed, and quickly ate breakfast. After that, I tore through my place like a cleaning tornado, either scrubbing something clean or hiding it behind furniture or in a closet. When I felt happy with my results, I paced around the apartment waiting for noon to arrive. Oh how time slows down when you’re expecting a lovely woman to arrive at your place! After an hour and half, the doorbell finally chimed. I straightened my shirt, smoothed my hair in the mirror, and opened the door. Sure as she said last night, Ingrid was now at my doorstep. This woman was stunning, to say the least. Long red hair, sparkling green eyes, a massive healthy chest, tight waist, great ass, long white legs (hey, she IS British, and they’re not known for their bronze tans), down to her feet in sexy gold-colored high heels. She carried a large duffle bag over her shoulder, and my first impression was that she intended to stay the night. Looking the way she did, I was completely fine if she did!

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 1:01:57 PM Rating: 0 Next, Helen extended a stiff index finger and shoved it into the lubricated escort. She took her large lover’s finger expertly and allowed herself to be fucked thoroughly until she let out a shrill squeal of ecstasy. Helen smiled and kissed her employee approvingly and continued on. Helen lowered her big chest until her hanging breasts offered stiff nipples for Rayne to touch and please. Rayne squeezed the twin nubs and pushed playfully against the heavy swinging bags. They felt so warm, so giving against her force. Helen lowered herself down until her tits draped and warmly hugged tiny Rayne. She wiggled inside Helen’s cleavage, re-exciting the house madam. Sitting up, Helen straddled Rayne’s little body and stroked her drenched pussy across her little lover’s body. The big clitoris that pushed out of Helen’s fleshy hood bumped against Rayne’s face, so Rayne took the opportunity to lick it every chance she had. The result sent Helen into a creamy spray that coated Rayne’s smaller frame completely. Rayne writhed in the warm spray and coated herself in Helen’s cream. Helen in turn licked Rayne’s body to orgasm once more, and the spent women lay cuddled together in a loving embrace. “I think you’ll do just fine here, doll,” Helen panted. “You’re going to be one of my premier girls. Tomorrow I’ll introduce you to the other women, and let you play with them on your off days. I think if you loved having sex with a normal girl like me, you’ll truly go crazy sexing up a giantess!” Rayne smiled and cuddled in closer to her new employer. She was going to enjoy her new career.

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 1:01:46 PM Rating: 0 “What happened to me?” she asked. Helen informed her that all women are different when they go through the change. Some shrink, some expand, and some stay the same. Helen wasn’t affected by the changing, but some women have been known to grow to over thirty feet. Some others, on rare occasion, have been reported to shrink to just six inches tall. “Will I stay this way?” she squeaked. “No, dear,” Helen answered calmly, “Should you ever decide to leave the house, we will return you to your natural height. Now, come with me. Your training begins now.” Helen showed Rayne back to the main part of the house and together they climbed the stairs. Standing in the hallway, the two looked at each other. All that remained of Rayne’s clothing were her blue panties and matching blue pumps. It was just too bulky to keep holding onto her bra and falling blouse. Now, even her panties lay in a big heap at her ankles. She smoothed her hands over her pelvis trying to get used to the idea of being half her size. Helen, by contrast, stood over her in a regal stance, taking her own clothing off. When Helen finished, she kept only her navy blue silk bikini panties covering her pussy and shapely ass. Rayne’s mouth dropped, now seeing her employer as a sexual goddess, towering over her. Helen walked to her then, noting her pussy was right in Rayne’s line of sight. Her pussy excreted warm heady cream now, anticipating Rayne to lick her out. “I am your customer, Rayne, what will you do to pleasure me?” Helen stood there with her hands placed on her hips, looking down at the smaller escort. Rayne panicked, not thinking outside the box when it came to giving pleasure to a giantess. Absently, she held out her hand to Helen’s silk-covered sex and massaged her through the flimsy material. Helen felt so soft, so warm, and smelled like a cougar in heat. Eventually, Rayne’s instincts took over and she kissed Helen’s pussy lips through her underwear. Helen responded by pushing her pelvis out, right in the hallway, and let Rayne suck on her soaked panties. She dropped her hand over Rayne’s head and gently pushed her into her sex. Rayne kept her balance by placing her hands on the massive thighs in front of her, and then ground her face into the covered pussy. Helen let out a lusty growl, rocking her pelvis over Rayne’s face. She came quickly, flooding her silky panties. The excess dripped out on either side of the elastic, and Rayne licked it up feverishly. Helen took Rayne into one of the bedrooms and lifted her onto the large bed. Rayne lie on her back and let Helen come to her. The house madam took hold of Rayne’s thighs in her grasp. Parting her dainty legs, Helen lapped hungrily at Rayne’s little sex until she created a pool of juice on the bedspread.

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 1:01:32 PM Rating: 0 “Also, Anastasia is your real name is it not?” She said yes and nodded at the same time. “Well, we’re going to need a stage name for you, for your personal privacy and protection. Do you have one in mind?” Helen asked. “I’ve always liked Rayne. I used it when I danced at the Hollywood Club. Can I use that?” she asked. Helen beamed and said that would suffice. “Next, we need to find out what type of escort you will be. Each woman is different. Let’s go into the changing room, shall we?” She took Anastasia’s, or Rayne’s, hand and led her into a secret passageway after a hidden door with one of the nude paintings on it opened. The door closed behind them and shrouded the women in darkness. Helen flipped a switch and a central light shone over a large glass container with a series of different sized doors. She asked Rayne to step in. Rayne did as she asked and looked helpless around her. Helen stepped over to a computer bank and typed in an access code and started a program by clicking keys on the keyboard. With a few mouse clicks, the machine whirred to life. “Relax,” Helen told Rayne through a microphone. “I’m starting the process now.” The door to the glass chamber clicked locked, and a greenish gas sprayed into the chamber. Rayne breathed it in deep, and suddenly she felt the difference. She began to shrink her body down, to half the size she was before. Rayne’s clothing hung off her diminished body, so she frantically did what she could to keep herself dressed. Helen merely smiled and watched her new employee shrink down. When it was over, the green gas dissipated and the door unlocked. Rayne stepped out dragging her silk top behind her. The black skirt she once wore remained inside the chamber on the metal grate floor.

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 1:01:20 PM Rating: 0 Your Training Begins Now Anastasia walked into the big mansion at the end of Fillmore Avenue a little hesitant, yet a little excited too. With the prospect of making a ton of money, she was beginning the first day as an escort. The slim blonde woman of 27 years of age wore her best to impress the house madam. A silky off-white top adorned her impressive 35C breasts, which covered her lace baby blue bra. Matching inside her black mid-thigh skirt was a baby blue lace panty that fit her frame nicely, accentuating her curves and hiding her shaven pussy. Last, she wore her favorite sexy pumps, again in baby blue. They made a certain click noise when she had been allowed inside the main foyer of the mansion from the kindly old butler who accepted her. Told to wait in the foyer, he would fetch the house madam shortly. Anastasia sat on the plush lounge bench and looked around her. Massive oil paintings of nude women having a picnic in the lush green park hung on the walls with rich frames to complete the look. Tall crimson curtains hung over the two-story windows, tied back with gold braided cords. Well-kept ferns stretched out in their painted clay pots. Some items in the house seemed normal size, some seemed smaller, and some larger. She noted very large upholstered chairs sitting next to what looked like ornate children’s chairs, just as much as regular seating too. Odd, she thought to herself. Other escorts walked around the house in silky dresses too, waving to Anastasia and greeting her, but none of them said they were the house madam. Finally, she appeared. Anastasia almost dropped her jaw when she saw one of the most beautiful women in the world step out in front of her. This woman had a face that showed signs of approaching forty years of age, but her body would lie to you. She had the skin, curves, and ample womanly features of a girl twenty years younger. She possessed poise, grace, and sexual elegance that poured from every inch of her. She greeted Anastasia with a warm hug and peck on the cheek. Usually, Anastasia was interested in men, but the sight and feel of her house madam made her weak in the knees and moist in the pussy. “Hello Anastasia, my name is Helen, and I’m in charge of this bordello. As you can probably tell, this isn’t your typical house of ill-repute. We cater to a different kind of customer, one who wants something above the usual. Do you know what I mean at all?” Her voice was lilting and soft, welcoming and kind. Anastasia found she could listen to her all day without tiring. She shook her head no, and waited patiently for Helen to continue. “We’ll get to that in a second. First, we have some ground rules we need to discuss. Our main rule here at the house is that the customer is usually right. What I mean by that is, for the most part, our job is to make the customer at home and pleasure them to the best of our ability. If you don’t agree with what they want, you kindly tell them no, but be nice about it. If they persist, you tell them no again, but continue to be nice. If they still won’t relent, then and only then are you allowed to call for our security. We never need to call the police, as we can handle anything on our own. We have certain women to take care of unruly guests. Are you OK with this?” Anastasia nodded yes and kept eyeing Helen’s sensual body and mesmerizing eyes.

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 8:47:15 AM Rating: 0 I’m telling you now; I have never in my life been so filled by a foreign object. I’ve loved the idea of big dildos in my vagina, and searched sex stores for the biggest ones I could find. Some of my past lovers have even been a little afraid of my collection of dildos and strap-ons. I say this because Trisha’s fingers were more massive than anything I’ve had inserted before. A little part of me even thought she was going to tear my inner wall. Those fingers of hers never became flaccid like a cock will, or felt so fake like latex can. No, Trisha’s fingers were magic cocks, yearning to please me. I only wish they could cum like a cock can. Now that would be heaven to me. But, she had me screaming out her name, calling to God, speaking in foreign tongues, and seeing fireworks in the back of my head all at the same time. Trisha just kept her pace while I drained my body of gallons of juice. I was such a mess when it was all over. Trisha collected my limp body and held me to her just under her chin like a puppy or an infant. She cooed and stroked my back, purring for me to calm me back down. We sank beneath the waters and let the jets massage us. We were probably in that tub much longer than the manufacturer’s warning, but we didn’t care. I was falling in love with my giantess right then and there. That’s my story. I still live with Trisha to this day. She sold off my belongings and used the money to buy material for new clothes. It’s a good thing she just so happened to be a fashion designer. Shoes for me are hard to come by, since I refuse to wear kid’s shoes. They don’t fit me, and none of them go with my new wardrobe. It’s ok, though, since she rarely lets me out of the house. No, I’m more of her house pet now. She keeps me confined indoors, but takes good care of me. I nap most days on her lap like a kitten, and sleep in her bed with her like a teddy bear. She calls me her kitten, and I’ve come to like the moniker. As long as she continues to drill my pussy with her fingers, she can do with me as she pleases. Most of you might be offended that I’ve given up my freedoms like this, but as I said before, I tossed my dignity out the window a long time ago. I don’t write this story as a call for help, but pretty much my goodbye letter to the world. I belong to her now. I’m her house pet, and she is my giantess/goddess.

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 8:47:02 AM Rating: 0 I’d never been so strongly hugged before, and when she released me, I gulped in air and saw stars. She giggled and apologized, finally kissing me again with her inflated pink tongue. To me, it was like sucking on a huge fat cock, even though my only experience before was latex dildos. You get the idea, though. She stuffed my mouth with her oral muscle. Her lips covered half my face as she yearned for more of me. Trisha pushed me away, turned her body over, and exposed her luscious ass just out of the water. Her beautiful pussy sat half submerged in the warm water, so I concentrated on pleasuring her asshole. Those cheeks became shiny in the bathroom light, glinting yellowish light off her round rump. I dove head-first into her crack and like a hungry dog; I lapped at her brown back door. I tasted soapy water and spicy skin in my mouth, but I didn’t care. I tossed my dignity out the window a long time ago. My little hands spanked her bulbous cheeks, hoping I would make her rear end apple red. She screamed out my name and pushed herself against my face begging for more. I even rubbed my B-cup titties in her crack, hoping my nipples would excite her rosebud. She loved my ministrations and told me to lick her ass out again until she came. I settled myself back to her anus and tongue-fucked her while rubbing her clit under the water with both hands. This sent her into a violent, water-splashing cushioning ass ride of my life. I held onto her rump the best I could with my hands strapped to her hips while she bucked. I was eventually tossed from my bucking bronco and thrown into the churning waters below. My body landed on her wrinkled feet and I could feel her curled toes on my back. I pushed myself back above water where I saw her pussy and asshole pulsate and pucker. She was coming back down from her climax while I brushed soapy water from my eyes. Trisha turned around, planted more kisses over my face and mouth, and then sat me on the tub’s edge. She said it was my turn. I sat there, looking at this huge woman coming towards me with her hand making contact with my pussy. I spread my legs even further apart for her, held my puny body in place with my hands on the tub, and closed my eyes. Her nimble fingers flicked my pussy lips while her manicured nail found my excited clit. I moaned and bit my lip. It was then I felt her tongue lift my right breast. She used that muscle so expertly, sucking my entire breast into her warm mouth. Her tongue darted over my nipple again and again. It felt so good, but my senses were overwhelmed when I felt her rigid fingers push into my pussy. Without waiting for me to get used to the idea, Trisha entered me until she rested her fingertips on my cervix.

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 8:46:34 AM Rating: 0 We shared a couple glasses of wine before she planted a kiss on my lips. If you thought I described my panties before, it’s safe to say you could multiply my description by a factor of ten. She tasted like mint and raspberries at the same time, and each kiss she gave me was more intense than the last. By our fifth connection, our tongues became so intertwined I thought we might actually be tied together. She pressed her breasts into my own chest, and that’s when our hands began groping for our clothes. Trisha had me nude before I knew it. I was staring at her naked form too, and it exceeded my expectations. She was a feminine playground, and I was ready to play. “Not so fast,” she coyly warned me, “I want to take this to the tub.” Trisha grabbed my hand and whisked me away to her bathroom. I cupped my pussy to hold in my juices while she drew the bath, made it churn with those jets, and tossed in what I thought was bubble bath soap. It was a mysterious-looking bottle, but with marketing gimmicks today, I didn’t suspect a thing. I smelled jasmine and roses, saw the white foam form at the water’s surface, and felt Trisha embrace me like a lover should. She guided me into the water, and then stepped in with me. The heated pool of bubbling water felt good on my skin, and her roaming fingertips all over my curves sent me over the edge. I have never cum so fast in my life, but Trisha’s handiwork on my sensitive areas had me gushing faster than those Jacuzzi jets. She just smiled and cradled me until I relaxed again. Her kisses started up again, and that had me ready for more Sapphic play. I went in to kiss her, but I found myself slipping away from her mouth. I was still in her arms, but her face pulled away in a way I can barely describe. She smiled knowingly, but I was confused and dare I say it, a little afraid. Her right hand caressed my forehead to reassure me while her left hand, bigger now, dove between my legs and continued to explore my pussy and ass crack. When I finally realized what had happened, my body was only half the length of hers. I shot up in the Jacuzzi tub and looked at her. She smiled like the sly fox she is and grabbed my shoulders. I now sat between her thighs in the water, and her knees were the same height as my head. Every sense I had was screaming this was wrong, but yet here I was, staring at my giantess lover. She rose a bit out of the water, exposing her sudsy-wet breasts. They were so full, so inviting, so warm and erect, I gave up figuring out what happened to me and suckled her for all I was worth. Trisha leaned back in the tub and held me to her chest, letting me pass between her nipples. I sucked on one while palming the other until she finally came. My foot had been pressed against her vaginal opening, so her inner thighs caught me there and held me until she stopped riding it to orgasm.

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GTSWriter 3/1/2012 8:46:14 AM Rating: 0 Bath Water I don’t know how it happened. I guess you can chalk it up to different physiologies in people. How I got shrunken in that bath water and she didn’t is beyond me. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, though. What’s done is done. I got the short straw, so to speak. Now I belong to her sexual whims. I suppose I should start at the beginning. It seemed harmless enough when I met her. I was at a Caribou Coffee enjoying my mocha when she walked in. I was seated near the shop’s fireplace warming myself up when this female vision of sultry beauty came in and stood in line. I kept my eyes on her, watching her body move in her slim jeans, high-heeled leather boots, and body-hugging black top. She had long brown hair that reminded me of my own mocha I was drinking, and I found myself wanting to lose my reality in it. I’m not far from her in the looks department either. I take care of myself, love the size and perkiness of my breasts, and keep myself nice and shaven down below. I don’t want my lovers to stay away from eating me out just because of an unkempt bush. No, my lawn is meticulously mowed and ready for a garden party when the time arises. She noticed me peering over my cup back at her. I think I even involuntarily winked at her. She didn’t shy away, and gave me a half-smile in return. I warmed up even more at her response, so I took another sip of my chocolaty drink. I started to cream down below with thoughts of making love to this brunette goddess. When her drink order came up, I bet myself she would wave me a nonchalant goodbye and that would be the end of it. I lost my bet, however, when she clicked those leather boots of hers across the tile floor and stood in front of my table. She asked to sit with me, and I eagerly pushed a chair out for her with my left foot. The woman of my fantasies sat down and introduced herself as Trisha. We shook hands and made idle talk, the whole time my panties were soaked and sticking to my pussy lips for her. I could only hope the same was happening for her as well. As it turns out, she was into women just like I am, and we ended up leaving the coffee shop together. I arrived at her place, since she invited me over for a Jacuzzi bath. I can’t believe I followed her, since I’m usually not like that. However, she was a prize catch to me, and I didn’t want to let her get away. Little did I know, she was thinking the same thing.

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	GTSWriter 2/28/2012 3:28:36 PM Rating: 0 Thank you so much, ulfricthewise! Check out my other favorited pics for more stories.
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GTSWriter 2/26/2012 5:39:04 AM Rating: 0 @MarkM: Typically I write sexual stories about giantesses. It's more my style. I'm just not into vore, crush, trample, etc. I don't mind writing the occasional story where she somewhat is mean and dictatorial, but for the most part, I just want them to be sexual playgrounds for the little people. Isn't that why we're all here, typically? =) @Reddrop7: thanks, I really do appreciate feedback on all my stories, whether it be good or bad. It helps me become a better writer.

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GTSWriter 2/24/2012 3:00:33 PM Rating: 0 “Oh yes,” Eelia responded, “we would love to live in your home. You are very gracious.” She made her point clear when she reached further down, entering Veronica with her fist balled up and pushing deep into the large vagina. Veronica slipped lower into the water and opened her thighs to let the sprites play on her body. They made her cum several times before Veronica collected the little imps and stood up out of the water. They both sulked, wanting to return to the water’s warmth, but Veronica had other plans. She dripped with lust for the two sprites now, and decided to take charge. Not bothering to towel off, she carried them into her bedroom and lay on the massive surface. The little lover girls each took off for her breasts, suckling the big purple knobs. Veronica cupped her size D globes and hefted them so Ravia and Eelia could better service her. They pumped their little wet heads up and down, suckling until somehow Veronica produced tiny jets of warm milk. Once the two girls had their fill of nourishment, they quickly turned and dove for Veronica’s shaven pussy. She lifted her large legs to give her lovers better access. She held her legs over her chest using her hands behind her two knees. This allowed the little women to crouch in and lick out her opening pussy and exposed asshole. The resulting sensation kept Veronica flowing freely with a stream of thick juice. It ran over her taint and covered her asshole quickly. Eelia lapped at her rosebud like sucking off the sap of a pine tree she had been used to. Meanwhile, Ravia attacked her clitoris again, pushing it entirely inside her mouth. Veronica let out a long scream of ecstasy and came wildly before her lovers. The girls climbed onto their giantess lover’s stomach once more and formed a 69. Veronica petted Eelia, who knelt on top of Ravia, and probed her wanton asshole with her larger index finger. Ravia stopped licking out Eelia and presented Veronica with Eelia’s pussy. Veronica pushed her digit inside the sprite, who pushed back with a sexy fire and fucked Veronica’s finger. Ravia licked the cream now smeared on her finger with each exit, and helped push that large tapered finger back into her sprite partner. Eelia came violently against Veronica’s intrusion and coated Ravia’s face with fresh juice. Ravia crawled out from underneath Eelia and wanted to be finger-fucked as well. Veronica produced both her index fingers, and quickly the sprites mounted her hands. Veronica watched as the girls piston-pumped her fingers until they became exhausted. They decided they were all tired, so Veronica let the little couple settle down for a sleep in her warm, soft, plush ass crack while she slept on her stomach. The sprites kissed each cheek of their titan hostess and coupled into a sleepy embrace with each other. Veronica smiled and patted them lovingly while she settled into her own sleep. Now she understood why she loved her dolls so much. Because they loved her back better than any man could ever know how to do.

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GTSWriter 2/24/2012 3:00:19 PM Rating: 0 “Why are you nude? I thought you two were dolls, and when I bought you from that doll shop, you were both wearing pretty dresses.” Veronica barely kept her mind sane now, talking to the little women. “We never did like those dresses. Sprites enjoy nudity. We’re more comfortable that way. You’re beautiful too, miss, you should be nude more often as well. You would make a wonderful sprite!” Both sprites nodded to each other, agreeing on that last statement. Veronica blushed and took her hands away from her breasts, which showed off large pert erect nipples. The sprites licked their tiny lips when they saw them exposed. Veronica drew a bath instead of her original shower, and at the sight of warm water gushing into the tub basin, both sprites squealed with wonder at her ability to produce water with the turn of that peculiar silver knob on the wall. Instead of wanting to leave the bathroom, the two tiny women were now more interested in Veronica’s bath water. “May we join you?” they asked in unison. Veronica smiled and gently gathered both women in her arms. Standing up, she carefully stepped over the edge of the tub and sat down in the warm water. The smaller women held onto her breasts and lovingly lay on her shoulders. Veronica leaned back in the steamy pool and relaxed her grip on the women. They immediately slipped into the water and splashed around. While Veronica rubbed her smooth skin with the bar of soap, the other two swam around by her submerged ass and pussy. The giant Veronica began to feel sexy the longer she stayed in the water with the sprites, and asked them why she felt so good so suddenly. “Sprites become sexually ready when immersed in water. We thought everyone knew that. Our aura must be casting a spell on you, just like you cast your spell to create the water in the first place.” “What are your names?” Veronica asked them, now covered in white foamy suds. “I’m Eelia Birchbark,” the brown-haired sprite said first, then waited for the black-haired sprite to surface. “And this is my love, Ravia Elmwood. We were playing in a pond much like your magic pool when that old man netted us and put us in his shop. I guess that’s how we came to be in your service.” Ravia waved when Eelia introduced her. Veronica waved back at the two tiny women floating by her hips. “You two are so beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you once I saw you in his shop. I’m sorry I took you far away from your home.” Veronica still felt the effects of their auras, and played with her pussy under the warm water and cover of soapy suds. She began imagining the two of them squirming up her pussy until she would cum all over their tiny frames. Looking down, the two sprites must have had the same erotic thoughts, because they caressed her thighs and hips while treading water in the bathtub. Ravia crawled onto the top of Veronica’s right thigh and rubbed her miniscule pussy across the giantess’ smooth hip. She let out a pretty moan, all the while playing with her sprite-sized breasts. “Well, my name is Veronica, and I do apologize so much for taking you away from your homeland. I hope you will find yourselves happy living here with me.” Veronica splashed water down over her ample chest, and Ravia used it as a waterfall to rinse her silky black hair. Eelia crawled on Veronica’s body as well, reaching over to rub the big woman’s large clitoris. She let out a long moan as Eelia caressed her and licked the sensitive nub of skin.

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GTSWriter 2/24/2012 3:00:06 PM Rating: 0 began imagining the two dolls coming to life and making love to each other, stripping off those expensive little dresses they wore. The very fantasy started to make the towering woman’s pussy swell with sensual lust and creamy juice. Her hand went down to play with her clitoris until it sprang out from its fleshy hood. Her pussy was now only inches above the two gorgeous dolls, so Veronica continued to play with her body until she came. Pussy juice ran down her voluptuous inner thighs as she came back to reality, licking her own fingers and moaning her satisfaction in the taste of sweet pussy. She left the guest room and entered the upstairs bathroom where the water sprayed out a steamy stream when Veronica started her shower. The mirror soon fogged up while she examined her own beauty in the mirror. She heard a small crash in the guest room and quickly turned her head in that direction. Veronica shut off the water once more and crept out of the bathroom to investigate the noise. Upon reaching the guest room, she saw that her two newest dolls were no longer on the table she set them on earlier, and the glass containers that sealed them to their wood bases had been flipped over and broken on the hardwood floor below. Veronica stepped back out of fear of stepping on glass and looked around. Scared, but determined to know what happened, Veronica scanned the room for possible signs of unlawful entry by an intruder. The window to the room remained closed and unbroken. Confused, Veronica looked about the room. Perhaps a wild animal crept in without her notice and caused the ruckus. No signs of that theory either. What was worse, to her, was the fact that her two dolls were now missing. Veronica picked up a wooden baseball bat she kept in the extra closet and headed back out to search her house. She felt a little embarrassed to walk around her own home, wearing nothing at all, but carrying her softball bat, tense to the thought of fending off an attacker. With adrenaline running through her veins faster than a bullet train, the black-haired beauty kept going. After some time, she felt convinced that she was truly alone in the house. She set the bat down against her living room couch and headed back upstairs. Veronica looked around for the missing dolls one last time, then headed back to the bathroom. She was just about to close the door behind her when she heard tiny voices coming from below her hips. “Don’t close the door! Please don’t keep us trapped inside here. We want to be free!” Veronica looked down and saw an unbelievable dream before her. Her new dolls, somehow come to life, were doing whatever they could to keep the bathroom door open. The darker-haired living doll had her hands on the outside of the door, trying to push it back open. The fairer-haired doll kept reaching for the door knob, even though it was well out of her tiny reach. Veronica, by contrast, towered over both of them when she looked down. She figured that both little women stood no taller than her own mid-thigh. “Who are you, and why are you both naked?” Veronica found herself talking to the dolls. It just didn’t register in her brain as reality, but here she stood, talking to the tiny women who were merely dolls in glass cases only twenty minutes earlier. The brown-haired woman spoke first. “We are sprites,” she said back simply, using a lovely high-pitched tone. “We live in the Teutoburg Forest. Where are we?” she asked back at her tall captor. “You are in my house, just outside of Indianapolis, Indiana. You’re both in the United States. America. How can this be real? Sprites don’t exist!” Now it was the darker-haired sprite’s turn to speak. “We most certainly do too! We have existed far longer than you humans have.”

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GTSWriter 2/24/2012 2:59:48 PM Rating: 0 The Doll House Veronica loved dolls. Ever since she was a little girl, she collected them and adored every aspect of those little women in the fancy dresses. Even into adulthood, Veronica never stopped her obsession. Her collection grew into the vast hundreds, filling rooms of her home with rows and rows of dolls in and out of their original packaging. Because of this, she never could keep a man around for long. Most men hated the thought of all those little glass eyes peering back at them during dates at her house. “It’s too damn creepy, Veronica,” they’d say. Veronica would show them the door before she gave up her hobby. Men only seemed to want her for her beautiful body, her sexy voice, and perhaps even her point of view. None of them really appreciated her as a person. Her dolls, by contrast, never wanted anything more from her but her love. They never judged her or belittled her. Veronica was fine to live with her little army of dolls. One day, strolling through a little hamlet in Germany, she came upon a little shop selling the most exquisite collection of beautiful dolls she had ever laid eyes on. Taking an immediate left turn into Hansen’s Doll Shoppe, she opened the door to hear a little bell announce her presence. Veronica spent nearly two hours in the shop, examining each one very carefully. The dolls looked so real to her. The craftsmanship, the attention to every detail, the very personality given to each little woman took her breath away. She stopped at two in a glass case that were of equal beauty. One had curly black hair while the other sported cascades of twirling reddish-brown locks. They looked as though they could each be glamour models, had they been real women. “Excuse me, sir,” she said, turning her head to the little old man behind the counter, “I’d like to see these two if I may. Can you take them out of the cabinet for me?” The little man with white hair and thick mustache smiled brightly and took his key off the back wall. Carefully he collected the two masterpieces in his aged hands and held them up for Veronica’s inspection. She marveled at works, but couldn’t decide which one to buy. “If I may,” he suggested in thick German accent, “these two are a set. It would break my aging German heart to see them separated. I will give you a deal on the pair, because I can see you’re a woman of taste, and you appreciate my art.” Veronica beamed with excitement and even gave the little German a peck on his cheek. He rang them up, swiped her Visa card and sent her on her way. She walked back to her hotel room with the wrapped boxes held tightly in her left arm’s constricted hug. When Veronica landed back in the United States, she took a cab home and entered her house very tired. Not bothering to unpack her suitcase, she took her German souvenirs up to her guest room where her collection remained on display and opened the two brown boxes. Carefully inspecting each doll for any damage during flight, she was pleased to see that each one remained intact and unhurt. Veronica set them on the table in the room and stepped back to marvel at them again. She faced them to look at each other, almost as if the two where old friends, or even perhaps lovers, reuniting for the first time in a frozen scene of a play. Now jet lag was taking over her eyelids, and she felt grimy to say the least. The shower was calling her name from the airport, so Veronica took off her clothes in the guest room until she became completely bare. She undid the tie that kept her thick black hair in place and let it fall past her shoulders. Veronica smoothed her hands over her skin and massaged her body while looking thoughtfully at her new dolls. Her gorgeous body towered over the two little angelic dolls.

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GTSWriter 2/23/2012 3:31:15 PM Rating: 0 I’m fine,” she choked, searching for the bottle she dropped during her fall. “I think I accidentally drank the whole thing, Tom.” “Oh shit, you didn’t!” he said, frantically. “I did, why?” Kimmy wanted to know, now nervous from his reaction. “Kimmy, I’ve seen this stuff in action. If you downed the whole bottle, I’d suggest getting out of your clothes quickly before you ruin them.” “Oh now that sounds like a line, I should have known better. You just wanted to have sex with me!” she bit back accusingly. “No, I’m serious, you’re going to grow. A LOT!” he said, his voice dripping with seriousness. That’s when it started to happen. Kimmy felt woozy, sitting down before she fell over. Her skin seemed to want to stretch, and before she knew it, her body pressed against the seams of her clothing. Tearing noises could be heard in the firehouse garage. Before either of them knew it, she tore out of her blouse like the Hulk turning green and growing at a rapid pace. Kimmy scrambled out of her skirt, but by now her body was extending the limits of her underwear. Her feet busted out of her heels, and within minutes she had grown large enough to feel both the side of the fire engine and the garage wall at the same time. Tom stepped back to stay out of her way. There was no telling how large she would become. The confines of the garage started to disappear, and soon Kimmy was using her growing body to push the heavy red truck aside to make room for her expanding body. The tires of the massive rig screeched across the pavement, until it hit the second rig in the garage. Tom winced, thinking of the damage she was creating, and it didn’t stop. Kimmy was now completely naked and growing, expanding her body’s beauty by leaps and bounds. When it was over, Kimmy had become well over thirty feet long, curled up inside the garage. She cried at her new form, pushed against the back of the garage as well as the aluminum door. Tom stood there, amazed at what he accidentally created. Another thing happened to Kimmy too. Her libido raced out of control too. Her pussy became sopping wet and ripe with lust. Her nipples hardened too, pushing out into the night air of the garage. Tom could smell her now, and it grew his cock in his pants. Kimmy couldn’t help herself just then, reaching down and playing with her large lips. The scent of her sex sent Tom over the edge. He felt for her in the dark and came upon her big round cheeks, growing cold against the unforgiving concrete beneath her. His hands searched across her rump until he found pay dirt, the inner crack of her ass and the beginnings of her pussy lips. Kimmy let out a low purr at his touch, reaching behind her and pushing little Tom against her form. Tom kissed her big cheek and let her hand push his erection against her other cheek. “Oh fuck me, Tom, please,” she moaned out, echoing off the garage walls and the damaged trucks. Tom undressed and pushed his little penis into her soft accepting lips. He fucked her the best he could muster. Holding onto her big hip, he pushed himself into her with the help of Kimmy’s hand behind him butt. Kimmy adjusted her stance to kneel now, with her back arched, her ass flared out to greet him, and her other hand holding her tits above the smooth concrete floor. She was fully in heat, forcing Tom to fuck her from behind. He bounced off her full ass cheeks, loving the in and out he was delivering to her wanton sex. Tom came in minutes, flooding her labia with cum, but hardly anything shot inside her canal. Kimmy needed more! She grabbed a hose off the back of the fire truck and shoved the nozzle deep inside her. It felt good to be so rammed deep now. She groaned and mewled her pleasure while Tom watched. Taking an orange safety cone from the same truck, she shoved the narrow end into her pussy first, letting the rubber cone widen her pussy out even more. She screamed her pleasure and laid her enormous legs on the truck and against the wall of the garage. Her pussy created a large puddle of cream on the smooth floor, making it slippery should Tom investigate her more closely. Cumming violently now, Kimmy kicked against the truck, further damaging the expensive vehicle. When it was all over, she turned the big rig on its side, totaling the red beast. Tom lay in a heap of firefighter coats while Kimmy breathed hard and came down from her excitement. Dawn arrived after they napped, and Tom lifted the garage door to let her out. Kimmy lay on her left side and slid out until only her shapely legs still remained in the garage. The other firefighters arrived, stunned at what they saw. They expected to wash the fire trucks, but instead were greeted by a huge brunette woman smiling back at them. “What the hell is this?!” the fire chief demanded. Tom came out wearing only a buttoned up fire coat and rubber boots. “Tom!” he shouted, “You owe the department two fire trucks! How in the hell do you expect to pay for those?” Tom came up with a quick idea. “Simple,” he said, “We use Kimmy as a fire truck. She can run to a fire much faster than any fire truck, and with her height, she can reach multiple floors faster than we can deploy a ladder. Chief, she’s perfect for the job, and less expensive on the department. I should have thought of this sooner!” he exclaimed. The Chief looked at her, sizing her up. She meekly smiled back at him, knowing she just ruined two expensive trucks in her sexual frenzy last night. “Well,” he finally conceded, “Kimmy, welcome to the Kentland Fire Department. Someone cover her up before the whole damn town comes racing down to see her. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this one to the mayor!”

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GTSWriter 2/23/2012 3:29:55 PM Rating: 0 Kentland FD Kimmy wanted nothing more than to join the Kentland Fire Department ever since they saved her and her family when she was five years old. The brave men and women of the local fire department raced up to their burning two-story home and safely guided her family to an ambulance where they checked the family out for injuries. In the mean time, those same brave souls doused the high-climbing flames and saved their beloved home. She dreamed of paying it forward to help out her community, saving some other bright-eyed girl the same danger she faced in her own youth. Try outs were being held one particular afternoon, and Kimmy stood next to a line of other young people looking for the same opportunity. However, with Kimmy’s short stature of merely 5’2”, she had a tougher time trying to convince the experienced fire crew that she had the moxie to put out fires and carry heavy equipment too. When the trials were over, the fire chief came up to her as she collected her personal gear. He was escorted by a lieutenant, a strapping young man of perhaps twenty nine years of age. The chief held a clipboard and didn’t have a convincing look on his face. “Kimberly Mason?” he asked. “Call me Kimmy, sir,” she cut him off. “Sorry, Kimmy, I’m afraid you didn’t make the cut. At your size, you had a tough time with the fire hose climbing those five flights of stairs, and even erecting the ladder from a horizontal position didn’t do you any favors either. We need stronger members of our department in order to better save lives. You’ve got a lot of spunk, and I would love to see that on our squad, but I’m sorry, we’re passing you over.” Kimmy’s heart broke in two upon hearing those words, and she sat down on her duffle bag, depressed. The chief moved on to other candidates, but the lieutenant stayed behind with her. “I’m sorry Kimmy. You were my bet that you would have succeeded the most. You’re not only very dedicated, but extremely beautiful too, and could brighten this dreary firehouse with your charm and beauty.” He held his hand on hers, hoping to somehow cheer her up. “I do wish I could somehow be bigger and stronger. This was my only wish in life, to be on the department and help others. “Have you explored becoming an EMT at all?” he asked. “No, I’m a firefighter by heart,” she countered. “I have to fight fires!” Kimmy broke into tears, and he patted her shoulder flooding with sympathy. “Perhaps I have something that could help you out. Meet me at the firehouse at ten pm tonight. My little secret has helped others like you, and perhaps we can beat this together.” Kimmy wiped her tears away and agreed to meet him. “I’m Tom, by the way,” he offered, holding out his hand. She took it, felt his strength, and answered. “I’m Kimmy.” Later that night, Kimmy parked her Miata in the parking lot of the firehouse and waited for Tom to arrive. Within ten minutes, he pulled up and turned off the engine to his truck. He got out and motioned Kimmy over to him. She stepped out of her little roadster and went to him. Together, they stepped inside the garage of the firehouse and kept the lights off, so they wouldn’t be noticed. “Kimmy, I have a potion given to me from an anonymous source. It’s helped me become stronger and taller, and that’s how I got on the squad. Seeing you so dejected today reminded me of myself back in the day. I think it’s time I pay it forward and offer the potion to you.” Kimmy looked up at him funny in the darkness. “What is it, some kind of steroid? I’m not doing any drugs.” “It’s not a drug, it’s a potion. It’s not addictive in any way, and you only take it once. Please, it’s probably your only hope of making the team.” Tom held out the little bottle in the dark. Kimmy felt for his hand and touched the little glass container. “Just take a sip, Kimmy.” Kimmy took the bottle from him and held it up to view it in the moonlight coming through the garage window. In the dim light, it seemed like no more than tap water. Kimmy uncorked the little vial and tasted it first. No taste came to her tongue’s buds. She took a sip just as her foot rolled on another fireman’s boot. Slipping, Kimmy accidentally downed the entire bottle as she fell. “Kimmy, are you alright?!” Tom yelled out in the darkness.

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GTSWriter 2/23/2012 12:59:04 PM Rating: 0 The two cops then returned to their entwined love-making. Daria writhed against Stanwick’s sexy thigh, rubbing the tiny man’s head against the smooth skin of her boss. Stanwick gripped Daria’s plentiful ass cheeks in her hands roughly and pulled the officer up to meet her repeated tongue kisses. The two women rolled over until Daria lay underneath. Now, the little captive man had a view of another giant pussy dripping cream onto his forehead from above. He tasted her, drinking in her liquid sex. Meanwhile, Stanwick suckled and licked Daria’s supple breasts in a feast of tit flesh. Stanwick reached down and felt for the perpetrator and Daria’s clitoris. She rubbed her fingers over both his soaked head, and the bulbous clit sticking out of the fleshy hood. This sensation sent Daria into her first of many orgasms. Being a squirter, Daria ejected the captive out of her pussy onto the mattress. He rolled down the incline of the depressed mattress to lie next to her massive ass. It was warm, but dangerous at the same time. If she wanted to, she could crush his frail body with ease. Stanwick sat up and looked at Daria’s crotch, the big pussy stain on her mattress, and the tiny laying in the middle of her puddle. Instead of being upset at Daria’s expulsion, she bent down and lapped up the warm cream, licking his body in the process. He felt her tongue wash over him, pushing him deeper against Daria’s plush ass. Stanwick pushed up Daria’s strong legs and plugged her butt hole with her tongue. The little incarcerated man watched the show above him now, seeing her big red tongue disappear into Daria’s brown wrinkled asshole. Daria squealed out, erupting another orgasm onto Stanwick’s pretty face. The police captain giggled and kept going, loving the combined taste of pussy cream and bare ass. Now in a frenzy, Stanwick licked her fellow cop’s crotch from the back of her ass all the way up to her clit, and back again. Like a hungry dog, she licked, lapped, and sucked what she could out of Officer Daria. Stanwick then grabbed the little store thief and shoved him back into Daria’s pussy, letting loose tiny bubbles of churned vaginal cream with a squishy sound. Captain Stanwick next positioned herself to couple her pussy to Daria’s, using the tiny man as a double-ended dildo. They pussy fucked him to unconsciousness until both women let loose a mind-blowing orgasm together. He once more fell out of Daria’s saturated pussy and landed on the wet mattress between their heated crotches. There he lay as the two women came back to earth, panting out their exhaustion. Daria’s superior fitted him between her cheeks, and then pushed her ass against Daria’s while they lay there. The idea was to keep his miniscule body warm while they recuperated from their lovemaking. When he awoke once more, he found himself smashed between four of the warmest, softest, smoothest ass cheeks ever. Daria stood up first, redressed back into her sexy uniform, and re-deposited him in her butt cheeks. Stanwick watched her dress, loving her curves with her eyes. As Daria bent over to slip her boots back on her lovely feet, the police captain got up, knelt down behind the officer, and held her hips in her hands. Looking in, she saw the little man pressed securely between both cheeks, matted to the mesh material of the cop’s uniform. “You be a good little boy for my fellow officer now,” she told him. “I don’t want to hear that you were unruly. It won’t help you in court, that’s for sure.” On that, she reached in and gave him a long lingering kiss all over his naked body, licking him through Daria’s see-through pants. Daria let out a long lustful moan, pushing her ass back into Stanwick’s face for more. Her captain reciprocated by kissing and licking her deep ass crack, smelling her pussy scent and planting more kisses on both rounded cheeks. Finally, she slapped her beat officer on the cheek and stood up. Daria kissed Stanwick a sexy goodbye and headed back to the station. Her captured suspect was booked and processed, and then placed in the holding cell, which consisted of a metal lock box on her desk. The man was dropped in with five other culprits who leaned against the cold aluminum walls of the box. Each man had the dejected look of a hopeless prisoner awaiting trial. What a judicial system these women of the law created, keeping us all safe to walk the streets once again!

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GTSWriter 2/23/2012 12:57:56 PM Rating: 0 I hear you answered a call to Johnson’s Convenience Store down on 11th Avenue. What went down?” she asked. “No big deal,” Daria answered professionally, “The perp smashed the front window, tried to make off with $314 from the store safe, but couldn’t because I was only three blocks away when it happened. He reached for his pocket, and that’s when I pulled my shrink taser and zapped him down. He never put up much of a fight, and now I’ve got him contained for booking. Cased closed, really.” “Really,” her boss repeated, mockingly. “Where is he now, Officer Daria?” She asked her question while raising an eyebrow at her. “Contained,” Daria repeated. “Some reported to me that you’re using excessive force on him.” “Me?” she asked, astonished. She accentuated the accusation by using her nightstick to point to herself while leaning against a chrome pole in the middle of Stanwick’s living room. Daria shifted her weight to her right leg, sticking her incredibly sexy ass to one side. This caused the man in her spandex pants to be pushed ever so slightly more into her back crevice. “Turn around, Officer Daria,” Stanwick now sighed, exhausted with this go-around of questions. Daria rolled her eyes in irritation, but did as her boss demanded. She gripped the stripper pole and stuck her big butt out, as if in an examination at the doctor’s office. Stanwick got out of her chair and leaned in close, finally seeing the five-inch man with his face pushed into the officer’s asshole. “Officer Daria, how many times do I have to tell you that this isn’t department policy? You cannot simply put your captures inside your ass crack for your amusement. Our motto is NOT ‘to serve and to butt crush.’ Now get him out of there and give him some air.” Daria relented and fished the tiny naked man out of her backside with a gentle hand. He lay limp in her palm, outstretched for Stanwick to examine. After Stanwick was certain he would survive his anal ordeal, she smiled wickedly at her fellow law woman. “Now, shove that fucker into your pussy and come here!” Stanwick ripped off her grey tunic – denoting her superior status on the force, exposing her heavy tits with hardened nipples. Daria smiled back and engulfed her boss in a breast-crushing embrace as they locked lips. The little criminal was still in Daria’s grip when she hugged Captain Stanwick, so his view was tangled blonde hair and a lungful of the policewomen’s combined perfumes. Stanwick hastily threw off Daria’s uniform blouse and suckled her nipples raw. The two cops have had an ongoing lesbian affair ever since the police captain took over the precinct. They moved their tryst to the upstairs bedroom where Stanwick simply had a mattress on her basic bedframe. The two women crashed hard to the bed and rolled around in a hungry fight for flesh and lust. Daria knelt over Stanwick, pulling down her black stretch pants, exposing her ripe swollen pussy. Captain Stanwick rubbed Officer Daria’s lips until they dripped pearly white juice. Taking the little petty thief in her hand, Stanwick shoved him feet-first into Daria’s gaping pussy hole. He fit snug, stopping just short of his shoulders. Daria’s darkened lips collapsed around his puny head, keeping him secure inside her.

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GTSWriter 2/23/2012 12:57:41 PM Rating: 0 Under Arrest… In Her Ass Officer Daria had just finished her report as she sat in her squad car. In her high-heeled boots, she crushed the broken glass that lay everywhere inside the convenience store in the middle of downtown. Just another smash-and-grab job, she thought as she inked her report into the pages of her notepad. The policewoman had five years under her belt in her current job, and loved working the midtown beat. This blonde officer of the law wore her uniform with pride, from the leather over-the-knee heeled boots to the black stretch pants, coupled with the uniform shirt of the police, finished off with her fingerless gloves, carrying her nightstick. Daria’s shoulder-length blonde hair ended on the uniform blouse, brushing her epaulets and dancing over her rank insignia. “I’m finished here, gals,” she told the other officers who came to her aid, “I’m going to run this perp down to the station and make my official report. I’ll meet up with you at McClaren’s Pub later.” “Captain Stanwick called on our way here, Daria. She wants you to stop by her place before you book him,” Officer Gains said when she came out of the store with her camera to snap shots of the crime scene. Daria snapped her fellow officer a casual two-finger salute and opened the door to her cruiser. She could hear a soft moan coming from behind her bulbous sexy ass cheeks just then. Her captive was stirring awake. Officer Daria spanked her left ass cheek hard, which jiggled the muscular flesh. “That’s enough out of you, mister. You still have the right to remain silent. I suggest you do just that.” Her captive had been shrunken down to the size of her pen she used to write up tickets and crime reports with the use of her shrink taser. It was considered a less-lethal form of punishment. The shrink ray would also put the target to sleep, thus making it impossible to run away at a smaller size. Handcuffs were now no longer necessary, since the target could be handled without fear of violence toward the officers. The tough officer preferred to keep her captured offenders in the crack of her sizeable ass during transport. Sure, it was unorthodox, and to some unethical, but she secretly loved the feel of a squirming criminal wiggling around in her ass. The job didn’t offer her much sexual enjoyment otherwise, so what was the harm? Daria sat in her squad car, hearing a slight gasp from the massive weight she put on her little culprit. She smiled to herself and turned over the engine. Served him right, she thought, pulling away from the crime scene. That’s what he gets for breaking into the one convenience store that sells the best donuts in town. She drove through the city until taking the exit to one of the best suburban neighborhoods where her boss resided. Passing rich houses and expensive cars, she eventually found 531 Giantess Boulevard and turned into the driveway. Daria got out and walked up to the front door and knocked. The tiny criminal squirmed in her ass, pressed in tightly by the black spandex material. The door opened, and her equally-gorgeous boss greeted her. “Come in, Officer Daria,” she said, stepping aside. Daria walked in with her high heel boots clicking on the grey marbled floor. Captain Stanwick took a seat in the cool living room, sitting in the only furniture available. It was a purple upholstered chair, seated just in front of a brick fireplace. Captain Stanwick was just moving in, so she had been waiting for the rest of her furniture to arrive that afternoon.

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GTSWriter 2/14/2012 3:12:40 PM Rating: 0 Hell Week When Brea woke up, she found herself wrapped up with warmth and fleshy softness all around her. She had been resting her head on something so soft, so comforting. Familiar, yet strangely foreign to her senses. She could hear girls whispering and giggling, but the sound was so much louder, like someone leaving the television surround sound on full. Brea opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. The peach-colored pillow she lay her head on had no edge when she felt for it. The smooth, fine-haired surface kept going on further than she could feel with her craned head. Her arms were still inside the tight embrace that surrounded her. She lifted her head and felt the brief headache that pounded inside her skull. Had she really drank that much? All she was trying to do is join the most popular sorority on campus. She had been inducted in with a sexy sponsor, and tonight was the last night of hell week. Before, Brea had been subjected to various acts of embarrassment, like going to class in a diaper, conducting a car wash in the skimpiest bikini possible, eating cherry pie only with her mouth to a group of cheering, leering frat boys, and walking around the sorority house fully nude to the amusement of the other girls. Tonight, though, she was allowed to party with the girls, drinking beer, and taking a shot of something syrupy and sour at the same time. That’s when she fell asleep on the couch while the other girls looked on. She was awake now, and looked around her. It felt like being buried in the sand at the beach, but she didn’t feel granules of sand around her, but rather a very tight cocoon of flesh. Brea looked up and noticed that she was circled by seven extremely large heads of smiling, giggling, sexy women all staring down at her. She blinked, trying to make desperate sense of it all. Suddenly, a female voice boomed overhead, filling her tiny ears. “Welcome back, initiate,” she said. “Your final test to join Pheta Kappa Pi is simple. If you can free yourself, you can join us. We have all had to go through the final ceremony, and now it is your turn. Do you know where you are?” Brea piped out a meek “No.” “You are embedded in the asshole of your sponsor, Lydia. You have been asleep for over a half hour. Now that you are awake, your trial begins now. You have three hours to either free yourself and become a Pheta Kappa Pi, or remain a piece of shit forever. Go!” On that, the giantesses all around her began stripping down to their birthday suits, sometimes tossing their panties on top of Brea’s little head. She looked around her, seeing that the massive fleshy pillow she lay her head on previously had actually been the ass cheeks of her sponsor, Lydia. Lydia lay on her back, with her ass raised above her and curled over her tummy and her legs parted to expose her ass and pussy. Some of the other girls pulled at Lydia’s cheeks with their red painted nails, giving more exposure to the tiny Brea, embedded in Lydia’s asshole. Brea squirmed and writhed, but the muscular asshole kept her held. She looked behind her, and caught a glimpse of Lydia smiling back at her. Lydia’s pussy also held a permanent vertical smile, as if taunting Brea to join it in a sexy tussle. Lydia’s lips began to glisten with juices when Brea made frantic movements in her ass. Brea almost had a hand free when Jenna lowered her own ass on top of Brea’s exposed head. Her black-haired head was pushed into Jenna’s massive butt, much to the cheers of the other girls. With ten seconds passed, the tall Jenna popped Brea’s head back out of her butt and high-fived the other girls in the room. Brea coughed and gagged, simply not ready for the intrusion into the second asshole. Jackie was next to do what she wanted with Brea. The redheaded sexy goddess knelt behind Lydia’s ass and lowered her mouth over Brea. The Irish beauty took Brea’s exposed body in her mouth and deep throated the struggling girl. Brea felt her soft wet lips compress on her skin and coat her with saliva and a hungry tongue. Her face was soon pressed against the bumpy surface of Jackie’s wall of tongue, and the giantess searched out to feel every inch of the tiny girl’s face, head and shoulders. Jackie ended her ministrations with a sensual kiss on Brea’s head. After her came Rachel. Rachel was a buxom black haired woman who had previously oiled up her massive tits. She tweaked her own nipples to make them hard and purple before descending upon the hapless Brea. “Hold your breath, little girl!” she warned before enveloping Brea in her milky globes of flesh. Brea became slammed between those closing mounds and felt Rachel now titty-fucking her. The other girls cheered when they saw Brea’s head popping in and out of the impressive cleavage. Rachel gave it all she had, then released Brea to take in a breath of fresh air. The little captive was also made to suck those big nipples on the developed sorority girl, and with a bit of prodding from Rachel, droplets of warm milk appeared on her dark pink nipples. Brea licked them clean and suckled some more before Rachel stood back up and whooped it up with her sisters. Brea was now almost out of Lidya’s asshole, with only her thighs, calves and feet left inside. She sat her tiny ass on the taint behind her, all the while smelling Lydia’s wanton pussy. She leaned back and lay in her lips, massaging that engorged clit inside the fleshy hood. This sent Lydia into an orgasm, spewing juices out and soaking Brea’s hair. Now, the sorority leader, Kathleen, came forward for her turn. She spread her legs wide to straddle Lydia’s pelvis and Brea, still laying on her back in Lydia’s sex. Kathleen’s shaven pussy came down on top of Brea, sandwiching her between two pussies, both soaked with cream from the night’s ordeal. The girls all cheered them on, chanting “fuck that girl, fuck that girl!” Kathleen ground her pussy hard against Brea, forcing the poor girl halfway into Lydia’s swollen pussy. Out of one hole, and into the other, it seemed for Brea. Kathleen beat her body senseless in her gyrations. So much warm cream saturated Brea’s body now, she was as slippery as an oiled up water balloon. Kathleen made one more forward thrust while cumming on the new initiate, and this motion sent Brea over Lydia’s pelvic bone, falling to her toned tummy below. The girls all erupted in cheers and shouts, congratulating Brea for making it out of Lydia’s asshole in record time. Brea lay motionless on Lydia, panting and catching her breath. She had been forcibly she-raped by her new sisters, and practically convulsed in sexual explosion. Lydia playfully patted Brea like a small dog, telling her how well she did, considering. Lydia picked up the poor girl and brought her over to a bowl of warm water mixed with bath soap. Carefully placing Brea in it, she hovered over the bowl to make sure Brea didn’t drown. The other girls cheered and danced, celebrating their newest sister. Lydia dried off Brea with a washcloth and held her up to the rest of the women in the room. They all toasted Brea and clapped to the tiny girl. Soon after, Brea was brought to her normal height and hugged by each girl. They adorned her in sweatpants and shirt bearing the three Greek symbols of their sorority, finally continuing their all-girl orgy the rest of the night. Brea smiled and dove in to the fray, happy to be a part of her new feminine family.

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GTSWriter 2/14/2012 8:12:22 AM Rating: 0 let out a squeaky moan and pressed his hands against the back of her head, as though she needed coaxing to continue sucking his cock. Cindy bobbed her head over his penis and lapped at his shaft with her strong tongue. Even his balls got a saliva bath with her experienced swirling tongue. What really sent him over the edge was when Cindy probed under his ball sack and pressed that muscle of hers against his anus. Evan widened his legs out to give her better access and cried out her name. Cindy repositioned herself now, on her hands and knees with her gorgeous, gigantic ass high off the mattress. The sheets fell away and her nightie slipped down the small of her back, revealing her white thong parting her ass cheeks. Evan saw a heart shape made of tanned skin and soft pliable cheeks very much out of his reach at this new size. Oh how he wished he could grip them and massage her. Instead, Cindy kept her hands pressed against him, holding him firm against his propped up pillow. She suddenly got up, kneeling high over his body and lifting off her nightie. She tossed it on his head, and the smell of her sweet perfume consumed him. With no effort at all, Cindy pulled Evan down lower on the mattress and straddled his body. Her fingers reached for his erection and with her middle and index fingers, she stroked him to keep him hard. Her other hand diddled with her lips and clit, getting herself wet for his entrance. “But baby, I’m so small,” he countered. Cindy shushed him and shook her head. “It’s my birthday, and I want this.” She then lowered herself onto his small cock, letting it easily enter her canal. Evan could feel her pussy surround and caress his cock, but wondered if the opposite was true as well. Evan now felt the full weight of Cindy on top of him, and his body had been sent deep into the forgiving comfort of the mattress. Her ass held him in place, and she cupped her breasts high above him. He could only watch as she licked her own nipples and rode him. Evan felt with his upturned hands at her thighs, now controlling him with sheer weight. Cindy bucked, swirled, and gyrated on her man, really grinding into his dwarfed body. Cindy now quickened her pace, rubbing herself all over his body now. His erect cock slipped out of her rubbery lips and became smeared with juices and silky labia. She wiped her sex over his face, chest, groin and legs, only to come back and do it again. She was getting off on all the features of his body now, enjoying the feel of her man. He tightened his body up, tasting and smelling her sex burn with lust for him. The feel of his massive girlfriend having her way with him was so intoxicating, he shot his load against her traveling pussy lips, and some even landed against her wrinkled anus. This, in turn, sent Cindy to climax as well, squirting her love all over his smaller frame. She rocked her hips against him, coating him and bashing his body between her legs and ass cheeks. Evan rode out her orgasm until she calmed down, smiling back at him. “That was so hot, Evan, but I have one more present to give myself this morning.” She got up, turned her body around 180 degrees, and settled back on her lover’s body. Now, her ass was filling up his vision, with that puckered pink hole coming down on his face. Evan became nervous, wondering what she had in mind. Cindy pushed herself back at Evan until she could feel his face pressed into her ass crack. “Eat my ass out, Evan. Don’t ever stop until I let you, you dirty little man. God yes, get in there and ream my asshole out!” Evan could barely hear her commands, what with those two luscious cheeks blocking out any sound. He did as she wished, and plunged his tongue deep into her back door, tasting her ass and rubbing those giant cheeks with his small palms. Cindy got into another groove and pumped her ass into his head. Evan fought for air, getting only tiny gasps when she unbuckled the connection between his face and her crack. He timed his breaths and let her ass beat his face senseless. She rubbed up and down using her hips, feeling his facial features on her asshole. This sensation sent her into another violent orgasm, and Evan could feel her juices pour out onto his chest. Cindy screamed out his name before crashing forward, pinning his legs beneath her girth. He lay there, somewhat bruised from the ordeal, watching her ass quiver with excitement. Her legs bookended him now, with her feet just above his head. Cindy lay there quietly, coming back down from her earth-shattering orgasm. To be in such control for once made her drunk with lust, love, and power. Smiling to herself, Cindy took off the magical ring and gave it a toss out the open window of their high rise apartment. Evan saw the source of his diminished body fall past their window sill to the street below. “What was that for, Cindy?” he asked. “I’ve decided I like you at this size, and will be in charge from now on. You will be my love toy, as well as my lover. You will do as I say and carry out my every sexual wish. If you’re a good boy, I’ll treat you well. If not, you will be punished in front of my girlfriends. Do you agree?” she asked, turning around on the bed to face him once more. She had the look of a hungry tiger now, positioned to pounce on his frail-looking body if she wanted. Evan nodded his acceptance. “Let’s kiss on it, then,” she said, shoving her huge tongue into his smaller mouth. When the kiss was over, she collected him under her body and held him like a teddy bear. Close to her heart, and pressed into her breast. She slipped back into sleep, cuddled to her new-sized lover and happy in her new state of power. Evan could not break her hold on him, so he succumbed to her power over him and drifted off to sleep as well. She owned him fully now, and perhaps that was her birthday wish after all.

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GTSWriter 2/14/2012 8:12:08 AM Rating: 0 Happy Birthday To Me Cindy woke first on the morning of her birthday. She stretched her toned body and scratched her head through her illustrious brown hair. Her sexy body had been clad only in a silky white nightie adorned by black accents in lace. The nightie matched the bedspread, which matched the sheets, which matched the bed frame, which of course matched the color of the walls. Cindy, and her sleeping boyfriend, Evan, loved the look of white in their apartment. She got up carefully as to not wake Evan, and tip-toed to the bathroom to make herself more presentable. She brushed her hair out, ran a toothbrush over her pearly white teeth, and spritzed some perfume over her bosom. Lastly, she pulled out the vanity drawer where she kept most of her beauty tools and withdrew an ancient, ornate wooden box. Inside the box contained a mystical ring held in place by Japanese silk. Cindy pulled the ring out and examined it carefully. It glowed a green light, with swirling smoke trails inside the gem affixed to the center of the ring. Cindy placed it on her right ring finger, held it between her breasts after creating a fist. She closed her eyes and wished her birthday dream in her mind. The ring grew warm, flashed green light in the bathroom, and returned to its dim glow once more. When Cindy opened her eyes, she smiled in the mirror, whispered happy birthday to her reflection, and returned to the bed. Evan was still out cold, so she slipped back into the covers and lay next to her man. Within moments, Evan stirred in his sleep, turned over onto his back, and spoke in his sleep as though experiencing a nightmare. All the while, his body began shrinking before Cindy’s eyes. She sat in bed with her back propped up by pillows and watched her wish come true. After over three minutes, Evan’s body had become reduced to half his original height. His eyes fluttered awake, and he yawned. He looked lovingly over at his girlfriend staring back at him with a smile that looked like the cat who ate the canary. “Happy birthday, babe,” he murmured, stretching. “You look beautiful this morning. You also look…” and that’s when he noticed the change. Evan sprung up from his horizontal position and shook the sleep out of his eyes. Cindy, the love of his life, sat taller than he did by at least two feet. She giggled at his reaction and watched him freak out in bed. “What the hell happened to me? I’m tiny!” “You sure are, sweetie,” she answered, still holding that wide smile of hers. “You look adorable at that size. I could just eat you up!” She reached over and rubbed his small head with her soft warm hand. “At this tiny size, I bet you could eat me up. I don’t get it, I used to be taller than you, what the hell happened to me?” “I shrank you, silly. My birthday present to myself is to be in control of our lovemaking, and what better way to dominate you than to become twice your size.” Evan lifted the sheets and looked down at his new body. His cock lay limp against his thigh. It looked puny to him now, compared to Cindy’s gargantuan thigh resting near his. He could only imagine the opening to her love canal now. His cock would never pleasure her at this size, even erect. It would be like fucking her with the end of a pencil. Evan sighed, looking down at himself. Cindy simply smiled and smoothed her hand down over his chest, across his flat stomach, and rubbed his cock to life. She had a touch that always awoke his cock whenever she pleased. Now was no different. “But baby, I can’t fuck you like this. You would just laugh at me,” he pleaded his case. Cindy shook her head and kept rubbing him. “You let me worry about that, baby. It’s my birthday, and I want what I want.” She pressed her free hand against Evan’s chest and scooted her larger body down to position her mouth over his erection. He could only lay back and let Cindy do what she wanted, which was suck his cock fully in her mouth. Those big lips slid against his shaft and sucked in his balls with no effort at all. Evan’s groin was now encased by her warm silky mouth and hot breath.

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GTSWriter 2/13/2012 3:47:36 PM Rating: 0 Once home, they stripped down to panties and bras, rejoining their embrace and kiss from the casino. Allie pushed Nikki back on their shared bed, and Nikki took off her bra to free her perky full breasts. Allie kept her bra on, and lay between Nikki’s thighs to suckle the blonde’s breasts and nipples. Nikki moaned and threw her head back on the pillow, while rubbing the bottoms of her feet over the soft bedspread. She loved Allie’s attention to her chest. Allie kept her ass high in the air, teasing Nikki, since Nikki always loved to lick Allie out from behind. She just showed Nikki what she was missing and kept sucking those pert nipples. Nikki groaned again, but not from lust. She was still feeling pains below, and that stopped Allie’s loving attention to Nikki’s sexual needs. “More pain, babe?” the brunette asked. “Kind of, Allie. I’m sorry to cut you off, but this actually feels like something is moving around in my pussy. I can’t explain it.” “Let me check it out.” Allie kissed Nikki reassuringly and moved down her body to pry open Nikki’s pussy lips. Peering in, Allie gasped like she had seen a ghost. “Holy…shit…Nikki. You are NOT going to believe this!” “What?!” Nikki asked, now frantic. “What the fuck did you see?” “Hang on, baby, let me get my camcorder. I don’t want to miss a second of this. Do NOT move, whatever you do!” Allie ran to their walk in closet and grabbed her JVC Handycam, and raced back to the bed. “Pull down your panties, baby, and lift your legs in the air.” Nikki did as instructed while Allie turned on the camera and focused it at Nikki’s exposed pussy. “Help me out and pull your pussy lips open. You are not going to believe this. Hell, I don’t even believe this!” Nikki felt more movement, as if something was trying to make its way to her vaginal opening. She moaned more, asking what was happening to her. Allie just kept taping the experience. “Allie, I’m scared. Tell me what’s going on! NOW!” She had that frightened look on her face, and began breathing faster out of fear. “Victor,” Allie tried to answer, “is shrunk to the size of your finger, and is crawling out of your pussy! I shit you not!” Allie kept her camera’s focus and witnessed a black-haired man roughly five inches long, stretch out his tiny arms and grip the frightened blonde’s clitoris. With that done, he pulled himself further out. Nikki was wet with juices, and it helped the slickened Victor glide past her pussy’s muscles. Now almost out, the tired magician slumped to her taint in exhaustion and slipped fully out of her vagina. Victor slid down her taint and over her anus like a rag doll. He continued to slide between her cheeks until he fell to the bed. Nikki kept her legs in the air, with her pink panties stretched around her thighs. She let out a moan and lung full of air, as though giving birth and feeling any pain subside. Allie caught it all on tape, blinking with her eyes at what she was seeing. Was this really happening, Allie asked herself silently. Allie picked up Victor extremely carefully and held the puny man in her pal m. She brought the magician up to Nikki’s face so she could see, and the blonde gasped, seeing Victor for the first time since the show’s finale. “Victor,” she asked softly, “is that you? Can you hear us?” Victor lifted his head and nodded yes. He turned around and spotted Allie’s huge face at his back and smiled. He then motioned both women to come closer to hear his faint, high pitched voice. They leaned in, and Victor could smell their perfume so richly in his tiny nostrils. “Tadaaa!” he simply said, taking a bow in Allie’s warm palm.

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GTSWriter 2/13/2012 3:47:18 PM Rating: 0 The Greatest Trick of Them All “And finally, ladies and gentlemen, this is a disappearing trick no one has ever been able to figure out in the history of the magician. No other magician has dared to try it, because it’s the most dangerous magic known to man. Not even Houdini himself would attempt such a feat. But, for your entertainment, I am about to break that barrier tonight. I dedicate this trick to my two gorgeous assistants. I love you both so much.” Victor Carter, also known as Victor the Great, the casino’s top entertainer, gestured to the women on the stage: a blonde and brunette who held sexy stances and waved their arms in wild gestures over his triangular contraption as he spoke. Nikki, the blond woman, and Allie, the brunette vision in skimpy costume, smiled back at him lovingly with his dedication and then smiled at the audience. Even they didn’t know what he was up to, but the show must go on, and they played along. They had been his assistants for over five years, and helped him amass such a fortune in the field of stage magic here in Las Vegas. The two not only worked three shows a night alongside Victor, but they were permanent guests at his massive estate outside the city limits. The lights dimmed, the music created a tense atmosphere, and Nikki helped Victor step into his disappearance contraption while Allie strutted across the stage with a black curtain to hide Victor as he waved goodbye to the crowd. The audience waited with gasping breath as Victor called out a mysterious incantation while smoke rose from the generators and the colored lights dazzled the crowd. Suddenly, Allie dropped the curtain just after a loud boom sounded in the auditorium and one last puff of white smoke billowed out of the generators. When the scene cleared and the audience could see, sure enough Victor was nowhere on the stage with the two beautiful women. However, at the same moment the trick was performed, Nikki felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, but kept her smile and waved her arms through the interior of the contraption that once held Victor. The crowd applauded with a standing ovation, and waited around to see if he would reappear. Even the show staff wondered where he might be, but after waiting over five minutes, there was no trace of Victor the Great. The house lights went up, letting the people gather their belongings and make their way back to the casino floor. After the main curtain came back together, the show’s producer came forward and questioned the two lovely assistants. They knew nothing. Nikki and Allie were just as stunned as the stage crew. Once alone, Nikki confronted her lover, Allie, in the dressing room. “I don’t feel so good, Allie,” she admitted. “Oh baby, what’s wrong?” Allie came to her side and put her arm around the blonde beauty. “I don’t know, something felt wrong inside me when Victor vanished. I can’t explain it, but I felt cramps when the trick was done.” She looked worried at her fellow assistant. Allie laughed it off. “Oh honey, you’re probably just having your period. I wouldn’t worry about it. I’ll take you home, and take care of you in bed. You’ll feel much better tomorrow morning.” Allie slipped out of her costume and proceeded to get dressed in her street clothes. Nikki joined her, saying, “I don’t know, Allie, I had my period just last week. This feels different.” Nikki slipped into her ripped jeans and threw on a sexy tight sweater, then brushed her hair in the makeup mirror. Allie came up behind her and kissed her cheek lovingly. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you like I always do. You’ll see.” She sealed the deal with a loving, lingering kiss on the mouth, sending lust throughout Nikki’s body. Nikki responded by plunging her tongue into Allie’s mouth and searching for an oral wrestling match. “Mmmm,” she moaned, “let’s take this home and finish it there.” The two left, arm in arm, looking at each other with lustful eyes.

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GTSWriter 2/10/2012 3:40:29 PM Rating: 0 He leaned his head back to catch a breath before diving back into her. Peter felt her finger rubbing on the top of his head while she fingered her love button, which sparked him to give her even more of him. He drank in her juices while pushing his cock into her puckered ass ring. It slipped past her sphincter and into her anal canal. She felt him enter and cooed. “Nice touch, baby,” she breathed, and began to ride his tiny cock. Her bucking motion caused her pussy lips to slap his face, but Peter loved it. Her clit was beaten into his face over and over, and he answered by nibbling it with each downward push. Mandy rose up, bent Peter’s legs into her pussy, and rode him some more, cowgirl style. Both legs created a combined phallus feeling even larger than her biggest dildo, and that caused her to cry out and quicken her pace. Peter lay beneath this sexual giant and watched her fuck his limbs. Mandy rotated her hips now, really grinding against him. Peter could feel his legs soaked in juices, and sliding alongside her pussy walls. The feeling made him explode his semen inside her, not fearing impregnating his gigantic lover. Mandy pushed off Peter just then, diddled her clit quickly, and sprayed the little man-toy with her flushing orgasm. Peter lay in a pool of her heated juices, smearing the pearly viscous solution over his lean body. She then turned around and pushed her ass at his face, making him shove his head inside her asshole. Peter tasted his own pre-cum from earlier inside her anus, and popped his head back out for air. Mandy’s enormous ass cheeks commanded his view, and he was pleasantly surprised he didn’t smell any anal gases from her opening. He lunged back in to pleasure Mandy once more. She squeezed her cheeks together in response, letting her second orgasm pinch his head inside her rear end. Peter slapped her cheeks, letting her know he needed to come out and gasp more air. She released him and rubbed those ballooning cheeks on his limp body. Rubbing out a third orgasm on his doll-sized body, she coated him one last time, painting his body with her soaked labia. Mandy then collected Peter in her embrace and held him to her jutting breasts. She positioned a nipple to his mouth and had him suckle her until the milk flowed. Peter drank from her until he had his fill and fell asleep in her arms, satiated. Mandy looked down at her little boy-toy and smiled. She was amazed at how well he could bring out the woman in her. Perhaps that’s why she started lactating for him. Tucking her panties next to him, she kissed his head and pulled a blanket over the two of them. He had earned his $500 from his friends after all. Too bad she was never letting him out of her sight to collect on the bet. He was just too valuable of a lay to ever let him go!

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GTSWriter 2/10/2012 3:40:17 PM Rating: 0 “Well, about that,” he started to say, “before I shrunk myself, my friends and I made a bet that I couldn’t get a pair of your panties and bring it back to our fraternity. If I was successful, they would pay me $500. Kind of stupid now, right?” he nervously chuckled, hoping she would go easy on him. She never adjusted her stance, towering over him, nor her expression of irritation. “So, you’re basically a little college-age pervert who wanted to steal my panties, even after I just got done donating over three million dollars to your science fair project. This is how the university thanks me for my generosity?” Peter gulped hard as he felt his heart sink to his stomach. What damage did he just cause with this stupid little stunt? “Are you going to call the police?” he asked. “Hell,” she spat, “the cuffs wouldn’t fit on your wrists anyway. I have another idea, though.” She picked him up and tossed him onto her bed. He landed roughly and tumbled until he lay on his back. Mandy walked around to the side of the bed and slid onto the soft mattress on her left shin, tucked under her thigh. She looked down at him with devilish eyes, a facial feature that scared the puny Peter. With cat-like moves, she crawled up the bed to loom over the little captive. Peter looked at her swinging breasts above him, with those pink nipples getting harder with each sway. Those massive tree trunk thighs of hers straddled his body, making her knees sink into the forgiving mattress and blankets beneath her. Mandy’s naked ass sat high above him, like soft globes of flesh begging for attention. Peter started getting aroused, and those tight black jeans of his made it uncomfortable for his cock to grow any longer. “Get naked, now!” she commanded him. “If I’m naked, so must you be. Don’t disobey me.” She watched as he quickly slithered out of his clothing. The black t-shirt he wore had been tossed to his right, along with his jeans, socks, and black sneakers. Mandy cocked an eye, silently saying “the underwear too.” Now completely naked, Peter lay beneath his large captor and wondered what would happen next. “I have a proposition for you, Peter. Since I was going to end my evening grinding against my vibrator before I fell asleep, I’m going to let you replace my toy. If you can bring me to orgasm, I won’t call the police. If, though, you are less than amazing, I’m going to let a judge throw the book at you, and you can kiss your scientific career goodbye.” Peter’s little erection began to die at the thought of being incarcerated in some prison instead of working on scientific research. Why did he have to listen to his geeky friends challenging him to sneak into her house and steal some panties? “I… accept,” he chirped. “I don’t need your acceptance, idiot. We’re going to do this anyway.” Mandy stroked her index finger under his cock, pushing his balls against his own taint. The little prick sprung back into life, so she stroked it softly. Taking it between her index and middle finger, she stroked him hard and lowered her nipple to his small mouth. Peter reached out and sucked her hardened nipple, lathering it with his tongue. To his delight, Mandy started moaning. She straightened up and scooted her body over his face, then lowered her pussy onto his face. Peter smelled her smoky musky sex as it lowered onto him. Her lips accepted his facial intrusion easily, and he began to lick her lips. Mandy then played with her clit while Peter lapped at her liquid pussy and felt her immensely expanding ass cheeks with his hands. The mere weight of her body on top of him would crush him instantly if not for her leg muscles keeping her mass at bay.

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GTSWriter 2/10/2012 3:40:03 PM Rating: 0 Home Invasion Mandy arrived at her estate, weary from the evening’s event. She was at a fund-raiser for the local university’s science department. The staff there had been working on a size-reduction ray which would allow her inherited company the ability to reduce inventory for increased shipping quotas. This, in turn, would guarantee sizeable profits for her company, as units shipped would more than quintuple if they could get it working and into her company’s warehouse. She rubbed elbows with many stodgy old men and ass-kissing young scientists from the university’s lab department. This was not Mandy’s idea of a fun evening, so she was glad to be home after donating three million dollars into the project. Mandy undressed in her spacious master bedroom and walked around nude, except for her black high heels adorned with real diamonds. When she went out, she loved being a spectacle of extravagant wealth. Heels always made her feel even sexier, so she left them on for the time being. Also adorning her perfect skin had been her matching diamond necklace and bracelet. Mandy paraded around her bedroom after hanging up her evening dress and looked at her physique in the mirror. At her age of thirty seven, she was still at her sexual attractiveness peak. She fixed her hair, and then cupped her sizeable breasts in her hands. The plastic surgeon did a phenomenal job on her, and she hefted the enhanced globes, massaging them gently. Mandy turned around and looked at her buttocks, still shapely and toned, and finally admired her legs. They stayed dynamite all those years, which made her happy she hired that personal trainer. Suddenly Mandy heard glass breaking nearby. Was it in the hallway? The next room? How did someone get past her security system? Panicked, Mandy crept to the door to try and hear anything more. Her cell phone lay on the night stand by her bed. If she had to, she could dial 911 in eight steps from where she stood. The walk in closet door creaked, and Mandy quickly turned her head. Stepping out, making almost no noise, walked a man no taller than Mandy’s knees. He looked around, hoping no one saw him, but Mandy studied his moves the whole time. She waited until he was in the middle of the room, and roughly three feet from her. That’s when she spooked the tiny intruder. “Hey!” she called out quickly. The little imp froze in his tracks and looked at her towering over him. “What the hell are you? Where did you come from?” she demanded. The tiny man wondered if there was any escape route, but she stood between him and the doorway to the hall. He was trapped and he knew it. Mandy walked over to him and stood with her hands on her hips. The little sneak looked up at her fearful, so he put his hands up to protect him from any attack she may use on him, fruitless as it may have been. “Answer me, damn it,” she cursed, looking down at him with contempt. “Mm, my name is Peter, ma’am. I’m from the university. I work on the shrink ray we’re developing. I don’t mean you any harm. I’m sorry for being here.” His voice squeaked out with his small size, since his vocal cords were now one –fifth the size of a normal man’s set of pipes. “What are you doing here, and how did you even get inside my mansion?” Mandy was not happy, but relieved Peter was not someone who could assault or kidnap her. This pipsqueak couldn’t make off with her heavy necklace even if she gave it to him. “I was at the fundraising party tonight, and I saw you across the room. I noticed how beautiful you were, but also how bored you were with the presentation. I wanted to meet you, but I have trouble meeting women. I was hoping you might be impressed with our shrink ray if I could show you how well it works.” “How does that explain you showing up in my walk-in closet, let alone being in my house at all?” His case was not going well. Mandy had been growing even more irritated with little Peter.

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GTSWriter 2/10/2012 1:59:11 PM Rating: 2 Is this permanent, or do you shrink back to your normal size?” “I shrink back in about three or four days, but I can’t go anywhere when I’m like this. I don’t want to draw attention or destroy anything. When I would leave you for those days each month, I’d drive up to the family cabin and hang out there until it passed, and then come back to you. I’m so sorry for keeping this from you, and I won’t fault you for dumping me. No one probably wants to love a freakish giantess like me.” “Do NOT say that, ever again,” he said with force in his voice. “You are so beautiful to me, I’m standing here absolutely stunned. I don’t see a freak at all. I see a sexy goddess come to earth before me. I couldn’t love you more if I tried. Hell, this morning, in the bedroom, I thought I had seen the pinnacle of my love for you, because I have something for you. But, seeing you now, so big and so damn beautiful, well, you’ve shown me there are even more layers of love to explore. I love you, Stacie, and I don’t want you to leave my life.” Stacie brightened at his words and sniffled her runny nose away once more. She coughed the tears back and smiled. “I swear to you, Ethan, this disease of mine is not contagious, and it’s not permanent when it happens. I do return to my normal size, obviously. You really don’t mind that I’m a giantess?” She looked earnestly at her little lover. “My God,no,” he answered. “This is probably the sexiest sight in the world, looking at you. Your hair is even longer, and I like that look on you. I swear I’m standing in the presence of a true goddess, not a freak. In fact, since I consider you a goddess, I should probably kneel before your greatness.” Ethan got down on one knee and kiddingly bowed before her. Stacie rolled her eyes and told him to get up and stop acting so foolish. “Didn’t you say you had something for me?” she suddenly remembered. “I do,” he replied, fetching the box in his pocket. “Stacie, you have been my ultimate wish ever since I asked you out four years ago. I still can’t believe you chose me out of any guy in the city. Large or small, I don’t care. I need you. Stacie Martinson, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Ethan opened the box and held up the tiny ring to her. Stacie shouted a jubilant reply and agreed to marry the little Ethan. She reached for him just then, grabbing his child-sized body and hugging him close. Ethan became pressed into her chest and cuddled under her chin. She swung him left and right in excitement, nearly flinging off his shoes in the process. She didn’t put him back down for at least ten minutes, she was too excited. When she eventually did, Ethan took the ring out of the box and held before her large digit. Her manicured finger was well over four times the size needed to fit the ring, so he put it back in the box and promised her he would slip it on when she reduced her size. Ethan looked at his watch and realized he was late for work. “Crap, I got to get to work, Stacie! Will you be OK in the apartment while I’m gone? Should I get you anything?” “I guess I never thought about it, but could you bring some food into the living room? I don’t know if I could fish it out of the kitchen without destroying your walls or woodwork. Also, I’m not so certain I can use your bathroom. I hate to say it, but could you fetch me something I could, well, you know?” Ethan grabbed a five-gallon bucket from a closet and handed it to her. “It’s the best I got, will it do?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders. “It will have to do, thank you. I’m so sorry about this, Ethan. Next month I’ll take you with to the cabin. I know you’ve been dying to see it. Now you know why I would never let you go with me. You are so wonderful to be this understanding about my condition.” “Never call it a disease again, baby. It’s a gift, not a disease. When I come home tonight, we’re going to make love all night. I cannot wait to play with you being this size. I’m not even going to be able to concentrate at work!” He knelt once again, in a mockingly goddess-adoring gesture. “Can this mere mortal get a kiss from his goddess before he leaves for work?” Stacie giggled and crawled to him. Holding back her long strands of plush brown hair, she puckered her ruby-red lips. “Of course you can, my little sexy servant. Make your goddess proud today.” She kissed him gently on the lips, tasting her tiny fiancé’s lips on hers. Thank God he’s understanding, she thought. Oh the fun they were going to have that evening. She became soaked just thinking about it!

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GTSWriter 2/10/2012 1:58:54 PM Rating: 4 Ethan was excited, staring down at the small velvet box he held in his hands. Sparkling back at him in the morning sunlight through the bedroom window was a 24-karat diamond engagement ring. Today he was going to get down on bended knee and ask his girlfriend, Stacie, of four years to marry him. She was the light of his life, and the thought of tying the knot with her made every fiber of his being ignite with pure love for her. He closed the box with a snap and headed for the door. Pulling on the knob, the door wouldn’t open for him. Ethan cocked his head in confusion and studied the doorknob. It turned, but the door simply wouldn’t open. “Stacie?” he called out, “are you there? Why won’t the door open?” Ethan heard furniture moving and tumbling from the living room of their spacious warehouse apartment. “Honey, are you there? Please open the door. What’s going on out there?” Stacie answered him back, but her voice was louder, and deeper, than he normally had been used to. “Please stay in there, Ethan. I don’t want you to see me like this.” “Like what?!” he shouted, now panicked. “Open this door at once!” What was all that noise from the furniture? Chair legs rubbed against the hardwood floors and what sounded like the couch tipping over thudded on the wooden floor. Two lamps also broke, and this made Ethan think the worst, like a home invasion with Stacie’s life at stake. He pounded on the door for all he was worth, trying to get to his love. “Alright, alright, I’ll open the door,” Stacie responded nervously, “just please keep an open mind. I tried leaving early this morning, but I couldn’t get out of the apartment in time.” She opened the bedroom door and cringed back to give him room to enter the living room area. Ethan rushed out and saw a mess of his furniture. Broken lamps and glass were spread across the floor, while his stuffed chairs were pushed against the walls, next to the tipped over stuffed couch that made the set complete. What really got his attention, though, was Stacie, in a seated fetal position, in the middle of the living room, wearing a large grey tank top and black panties. She, however, was nowhere near her 5’4” height. No, she was now over twenty feet in length, crouched in the vaulted living room trying her best not to knock into the chandelier or bust one of his picture frame windows. She was immense, scared, and half-naked. “What the hell, Stacie? What is going on?” Stacie began to cry, believing her world was crashing before her just now. She had kept this secret from Ethan for years, but now there was no more hiding it. He waited over twenty minutes for Stacie to stop crying, wipe her teary eyes and sniffle back her running nose, and divulge her size-changing secret. “I didn’t want you to know about this, because I thought if you did, you would leave me. I suppose you still will when this is all over. Ethan,” she paused, trying to find the words, “I have a rare, unique condition. In fact, my family back east all has the same affliction. We are all diagnosed with Lycanthropic-Giganticism, or as it’s normally called: Lunar Size Changing Disease. Every month when the moon is full, everyone in my family will grow to roughly twenty feet in height. We can’t explain it.” She stopped and studied him for his reaction to all of this. Ethan sat down in one of the pushed aside chairs and looked at her. “You hate me now, don’t you? I don’t blame you. No one wants to date a freak, and that’s what I am, I suppose. This is why I told you I never dated much, and why there were times I wouldn’t stay over at your apartment. I can’t stop my growth spurts, and I didn’t want to hurt you, or your feelings about me.” She started crying again, hanging her head in her giant hands while her hair hung down to her thighs. Ethan’s heart tore in his chest to see her in pain like this. He stood up and held out his hand to comfort her. Ethan placed it on her knee and patted her, trying to console his huge girlfriend. She was just as beautiful as ever, only larger in size now. He grabbed a box of tissues and held it up for her, waiting for her to notice the gesture. Through bleary eyes she saw it and grabbed the tiny pieces of tissue paper and smeared them under her eyes and across her nostrils. Ethan collected the wad into a waste pail and stared at her more.

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GTSWriter 2/9/2012 3:12:34 PM Rating: 0 Now kneeling over me, she looked down with a hunger in her eyes and bulbous breasts in her hands. She lowered her pussy to my feet, and within seconds they disappeared into her. Cammie sank her hips lower, swallowing my legs up to my hips. I was waist-deep in my wife’s pussy, and I loved it! “Oh fuck, Todd, you’re even bigger like this than your regular cock! No offense…” “None taken, I get it, love,” I said, wiggling my feet for her. She held my body to the sandy beach with her one hand and humped my two legs with wild abandon. I’ve never witnessed anything sexier than Cammie fucking me cowgirl style. She came all over my legs, grinding me deep and saying my name in a throaty groan. I felt new juices coat my body, and her clit pushed and rubbed hard into my stomach. She diddled her clit and started up another round of explosive, body-shuddering orgasms that vibrated me to the core. When it was over, Cammie fell off my body and thundered a crash to the towel. I lay in a musky juice bath next to her, reaching for her to cuddle. She collected me and kissed me all over, licking her juices and repeating how much she loved me. I found her breast’s nipple and suckled from her. Believe it or not, but I think this tiny remote island had an effect on her too. Her nipple started producing warm milk. I drank her nourishing cream and hugged her bulging tit to my body. This new sensation sent Cammie into another round of orgasm, and then she called it quits for the day. I, believe it or not, got her exhausted! More so than even I was myself. “OK, enough, baby,” she cooed, trying to come back to earth. She lay on her stomach again, and reached in to pull me out from under her. She released me on her thighs that she kept tightly together, and let me use her stunning ass as my pillow. I lay there for the rest of the afternoon in complete comfort. Lazy-Boy chairs have nothing on a giantess’ ass and thighs. We slept until we heard the boat engines churn and cough until the captain turned off the gas and coated to a stop on the shore. The woman driving the boat saw Cammie sleeping and I relaxing on her legs. She laughed out loud and brought us on board. I stood on the floor of the boat while the two giantesses discussed our time on the magical island. “I see you discovered the magic of the island,” she said, looking down at my new condition. “Tell me, did you suckle from your wife’s breast at all?” Cammie replied, “Well, that’s a little personal, but to answer your question, why?” “Because drinking in your breast milk makes the change permanent. He is your charge for the rest of your lives together. Take care of your new little man. He will need you now, and forever after. A storm is brewing off the coast, so I need to get you back to the resort.” Cammie looked down at me, and I smiled back. I was actually comfortable with this new arrangement. Marriage to a giantess is going to rock!

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GTSWriter 2/9/2012 3:12:18 PM Rating: 0 “Walk through, baby,” she said, nudging me with her foot. “What if it makes me even smaller still?” I asked. She pondered the possibility as well. “We have to at least try. If went through the cave this way, and stepped out through that opening, try and do it the opposite way. I’ll wait for you here.” She knelt down and looked at me. She looked so lovely, being so concerned for my well-being. That’s why I married her, because she and I care for each other so much. She kissed my head and scooted me to the cave entrance. I walked through the reverse way, but when I got outside the cave once more, nothing happened. I didn’t see the light flash I did before. I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at my blonde goddess. She had me try a few more times, but each time was the same result. I was still shrunk. We went back to the blanket and tried to figure out what to do. I sat next to her and gazed at my huge bride. She looked back at her doll-husband. She sighed, and picked me up once more. Sitting on her knees, we talked about what sort of future we could have with our height difference. “If nothing else, I have to know if you can pleasure me like you did before.” Cammie lay back on the towel and placed me between her thighs. Her naked sex smiled at me vertically while her rosebud asshole winked from below. Cammie looked at me past her heaving chest and watched to see what I would do next. I stripped myself of my shorts, revealing a raging hard cock. I stepped up to her pussy and plunged my cock inside. Cammie felt nothing earth-shattering, which was for certain. I played with her fleshy clit, and that seemed to do something to her. I saw her big puffy nipples rise to the occasion, and she massaged her globes while I played down south. I then knelt down and grabbed at her asshole and butt cheeks. This got her to moan, so she lay back and gripped her ass, pulling it open for me. I rubbed my cock and pushed it into her puckered opening. Cammie cooed and egged me on. Now, she pulled her legs up over her chest, and I had full access to her rear end. I fucked her butt for all I could muster. For that short time, I felt like a god, taking this beautiful creature in the ass. Her cheeks pushed back against my mini force, and I loved their caress of my tiny body. Cammie even clenched her cheeks, hugging me with her ass. I loved it all so much, I quickly came in her back door. Normally I could hold out for much longer, but the experience caught me off guard. I slumped out of her butt and knelt before her glistening pussy lips. I reached up and sucked her clit while massaging her labia. That got her engine revving, and she let loose an orgasm that had her screaming my name across the sandy beach. Cammie flipped over onto her hands and knees, shoving her ass back at me. It looked so gorgeous, I kissed it all over. “Fist fuck me, Todd!” she growled. This was a woman I didn’t want to disappoint, so I made a fist and pushed it into her pussy. I slid in easily, all the way to my shoulder. Her ass cheeks were pressed to both sides of my face, and I drank in her musk. I slipped my arm out only to shove it in again, and this made her buck and arch her back even more. My face eventually buried in her ass crack, and I felt for her G-spot with my outstretched hand. I felt around, feeling the bumpy insides of her vaginal wall. Juices flowed out of her, translucent and sweet tasting. I drank her, and the result was a upper-body bath of her secreted sex. She started humping my arm with wild abandon now, until she pulled me out and had me lie on the towel with my feet raised perpendicular to the ground.

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GTSWriter 2/9/2012 3:12:04 PM Rating: 0 I knew I shouldn’t have gone in that cave. Why do I do stuff like that? I should have just left well enough alone, but I was somehow compelled to enter this cave nearby where Cammie and I were sunbathing. We had taken this trip to the Caribbean and bought a day trip to a secluded island three miles off St. Kitt’s mainland. It was our honeymoon, and we thought it would be great to get away from everyone else on the planet. I entered the cave slowly, and that’s when I saw the flash of light. I think it was light I saw. When I came back out of the cave entrance, everything was much bigger. The cave entrance towered over me, the beach now seemed endless before reaching the ocean’s edge, and the palm trees waved way over my head. I walked out into the tropical sunlight and noticed that even the grains of beach sand under my feet felt more like pebbles than granules. Making my way back to where Cammie sat in the sand, I saw her get up and stand before me. My gorgeous Cammie now stood a good twenty four feet tall, a veritable goddess of the sun and sea. She had her back to me, letting the rays above turn her skin a golden tan. I wanted to shout out to her and have her help me get out of my predicament, but my God she was stunning to look at, so I stood there silent and watched. That’s when she started disrobing before me. By my estimation, I only came up just shy of her kneecap. Cammie looked down at the sand by her feet and took off her red bikini bottom first. I would have guessed she would have started with her mosaic-colored bikini top, but sure as I’m writing this, she let go of her bottom and stepped out of it. Cammie had her ass facing me, and I got such a rise out the show. I’ve always been attracted to her entire body, but there is just something about her gorgeous ass that has me hard in milliseconds. Her legs looked so powerful from my perspective. At my new size, they were Caucasian tree trunks, perfectly sculpted and clean shaven. Only the clinging sand created any defect in her grace and beauty. Oh how I wanted to reach up and touch those cheeks I married a week before. Cammie then took her top off too and stretched her arms wide. The breeze caressed her body, and that lovely blonde curly hair flew like a flag in the wind. She was, and always will be, my goddess. At this point, I had to get her attention. I was still shrunken to just over eight inches tall, and this could be serious if not corrected. “CAMMIE!” I shouted. She didn’t hear me. I don’t blame her, since with my new size, even my vocal chords didn’t create the same tone I was used to. I sounded like a mouse caught in a trap. I tried again. “Hey, Cammie, look down here!” I think she heard me, since she looked behind her but didn’t see anyone. Cammie lay down on the blue striped towel she brought with her, exposing her back and ass to the equatorial sun. I ran up to her face as fast as I could. I looked like a mere doll in front of her large face. Cammie’s eyes were closed, so I shouted again. She jumped up onto her elbows and looked at me for the first time. “What the fuck?” she gasped. “Todd, what happened to you?!” I sheepishly waved back at her. “I think it was that cave over there. Something happened to me when I came out of it, Cam.” Cammie studied me closely and reached out to make sure I was indeed real. The softness of her touch felt so good. “Well, my God,” she exclaimed, “We need to get you back through there and see if it reverses the effect.” She lifted me up without any exertion and held me in her naked embrace like an infant. I was held firmly against her breasts. So soft, and so warm. But, I digress. Cammie started walking to the cave as fast as she could without jostling me too much. She stood a few feet from the entrance and set me down. I hesitated.

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GTSWriter 2/9/2012 8:19:58 AM Rating: 0 “What the heck is this?” he asked. “Why am I so small compared to you?” “This is my fantasy, sweetie,” she answered. The computer enhanced her voice, making it boom to Aaron’s smaller ears. She bent down and examined her husband. The computer matched him perfectly to his real body, through the use of the suit. Even his hair was buzzed short, just like he wore in real life. Julie’s computerized hair fell around her shoulders, and her smile was just as dazzling to Aaron. “I’ve always had a giantess fantasy about you, and I wanted my birthday present to be a miniaturized version of you making love to me. What do you think?” Aaron reached out to her, and his hand felt her skin just like it felt in real life. All five senses told Aaron’s brain that she was real, but in his mind he knew this was all a recreation. He walked to his giantess wife and rubbed his hand over her face. She giggled, since it tickled her, and kissed him on his bald head. He felt it completely, and it started his cock to rise. “Mmmmmmm, no there is something I wanted in my mouth all morning long,” she growled with sexual hunger. “Now you know why I took the fast route to get here. I want to suck your cock like a giantess would. Come to me, my pet.” Julie created a table using her mind, and picked up the smaller Aaron, setting him on the table’s surface. She then knelt before him and looked up at him. “Walk to me and shove that missile in your goddess’ mouth,” she commanded. Aaron did as she asked, and set his hands on her head. His tiny fingers were lost inside her thick strands, and he could feel her hot breath on his raging cock. She smiled and looked up at him with her blue-green eyes, sticking her tongue out for Aaron to lay his erection on it. Her teeth looked large and sharp, a dangerous combination for a nervous small man about to fuck a giantess’ mouth. She could easily bite it off if not careful. Steadying himself, Aaron pushed his penis into Julie’s gaping mouth and let her do her thing. It felt incredible as his hips pushed into Julie’s enormous warm lips. He looked down lovingly at his wife, who held his manhood in her mouth. Julie’s tongue quickly swirled around his shaft, pulling on his member with her suction, and lapping at his miniscule testicles that dangled inside her maw. Her nose bumped against his stomach as she bobbed against his manhood. Julie kept her gaze upon Aaron, seeking his reaction to her fellatio. Within minutes, Aaron called out her name and spat his semen into her. She tasted his fluid and sucked him dry, not missing a drop. Aaron slumped to his knees, weak from the experience, while Julie rose up and kissed him all over. The massage from her pursed lips felt so good to Aaron, he started a new semi-hard erection for her. She came up to his face and kissed him once more, letting his own white ejaculate slip from her lips, drain down her tongue, and into his mouth and on his face. Aaron sputtered and tasted himself while Julie held him down on the table. Forcing him to drink his semen, she kissed his tiny face and held firm until she could feel him swallow. Julie giggled and got up, wiping off her chin. Aaron looked at his wife curiously. “That’s another part of my fantasy, baby. I wanted you to know how you taste. Now, know how I taste!” She turned herself around and lowered her immense ass down on his scrawny body until she formed a seal around his head. Aaron was completely covered with her sex, feeling her slick pussy walls slide past his ears. Julie’s vaginal opening muffled any sound he may have heard, and his eyes only saw complete darkness inside her. Flowing freely over his face was a nonstop flood of juices. He drank her in, tasting her salty sour fluid and smelling her sex explode in his nostrils. Outside, Aaron could feel Julie play with his penis and tickle his tiny feet with her fingernails. She stroked him with the soft pads of her fingertips while she ground her hips against his head. Lifting up slightly, she gave him a quick blast of fresh air before pressing her seat on his face once more. Again Aaron found himself muffled in her pussy while his body felt the unforgiving weight of her thighs press onto his frame. She bounced on his face, sometimes pushing her pussy against him, sometimes smacking his face with her anus. Either way, Aaron was forced to pleasure her two holes. Julie quickened her pace until she gushed forth her own orgasm, crying out and moaning her echoed lust. Aaron heard none of it, since he was shoved deep into her ass crack and pussy canal. He was bathed in juices, warm and flowing over his body as Julie let loose. When it was over, she got off her tiny husband and kissed him once more. She licked her cream off his body and whispered her love for him. Aaron smiled and kissed her back until the lights came on. The two found themselves still on their metal tables, strapped to a spaghetti of cords and wires. The technicians disconnected the couple and let them stand. Julie stood just fine, but Aaron found it difficult to right himself. “My God that was incredible!” he shouted. “Whose birthday present was it again? I think I made out better on that deal.” Julie just laughed and hugged her full grown husband dearly. “Thank you, baby. That was the best!”

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GTSWriter 2/9/2012 8:19:46 AM Rating: 0 Julie couldn’t drive fast enough, and it was making Aaron nervous. She dodged between cars, barely made traffic lights, and even accidentally splashed a pedestrian with a puddle of water at a corner crosswalk. She yelled out a quick “sorry,” but kept her speed. “Will you slow down?” Aaron exclaimed, holding onto the handle near his head on his side of her car. Julie didn’t listen as she kept her pace. Aaron had purchased an hour session at this new business that opened last month. It was a virtual reality experience that boasted something no other place could offer. She had heard about it on the radio, and was thrilled that Aaron bought the pair some time together. Apparently this computerized sensory enhancement machine could mimic anything a customer could dream up, and make it real. They parked outside the company’s retail store and went in. The front desk receptionist smiled and signed them in, then asked that the pair take a seat. Within fifteen minutes, they were greeted by the head technician, who introduced himself as Rob. “What did you two have in mind? Many like to recreate a tropical beach, or a rocket blast into outer space.” The two looked at each other, and Julie spoke first. “Well,” she said shyly, “Aaron got this for me for my birthday, and I have always had a particular fantasy. However, I want to surprise him with it, so is there any way I could tell you in private?” Aaron looked at her body language, and could tell she was uncomfortable spilling the beans to this technician. She traced circles on the carpeted floor with her toe and bit her index finger while straightening her blonde hair behind her left ear. “Sure,” Rob agreed, “why don’t I have you write down what you want, and our team will enter that into the computer. What we do is set up the background, and use sensor nodes attached to your forehead to let your brainwaves tell the computer what you have in mind, pardon the pun.” All three chuckled as Rob rose from the couch and led them back to the dressing rooms. There, the two were instructed to undress and put on a stretchy black body suit fitted with sensory nodes. They looked as if they were going scuba diving more than entering a computerized world. Once dressed, they stepped outside and were escorted to a pair of medical-looking stainless steel tables. They lay upon them and quickly the other technicians began attaching wires and fumbling with switches. Finally, Rob asked them if they were ready. Both nodded their heads and reached out to hold each other’s hand. Rob instructed them not to touch each other in the physical sense, as that would interfere with the virtual realm the computer creates. When Rob counted back from ten, the lights above dimmed while Julie and Aaron closed their eyes. Once shut, the two saw a flash of racing points of light zoom past their vision, as though being hurdled through space and time. When it was over, they were seeing themselves inside a beige looking room with a brown tiled floor. It felt real to them, but everything around them was created digitally. Aaron looked for Julie, but only saw a pair of sculpted feet and twin columns of shins. He called out for Julie, hearing his voice echo off those beige walls. Julie, on the other hand, smiled to herself as she accepted this new universe created almost entirely from her imagination. She looked down at her feet and saw a digitized image of her husband standing only slightly shorter than her knees. Both people in this electronic setting were completely naked. Julie touched her own body, and felt her smooth skin just as if in real life. Every sense she experienced seemed perfectly real to her. The touch of her skin, the smell of an ocean breeze outside their room, the sound of the crashing waves, and even the voice of her husband calling to her: all perfectly real. She looked down and saw Aaron standing there, wondering where she was. She giggled out loud and let him discover on his own what her fantasy was. With thirty seconds gone by, he finally traced the shins up to where the two huge legs met, and from there, the womanly body that he married two years ago. There was Julie, standing over him like a mother looking at her child, completely naked, only digitized.

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GTSWriter 2/9/2012 7:28:47 AM Rating: 0 Thanks, you guys! I love it when someone writes feedback to my stories. I wish there was a way to announce which photos I wrote stories for, so that you could quickly go right to them. As for making money off of these stories, it IS something I plan on doing soon. I will take these stories, plus more I want to write, and turn them into a collection of stories I'll put on Amazon Kindle for download. I'll let you know when that is done and uploaded for sale.

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GTSWriter 2/8/2012 4:00:42 PM Rating: 0 He stood there, looking up past her large vagina to the flat stomach she had, up past those humongous bulbous breasts, to her lovely smiling face. Her auburn hair curtained her eyes and cheeks, like a brown waterfall caught in time. The scent of her sex filled his nostrils, since she was lubricating herself with the thought of playing with Trent’s tiny body. “Kiss me,” she said quickly and shoved his body against her pussy lips. Trent was slammed against her clit, now poking out of its fleshy hood. Trent opened his mouth and suckled her rounded clit, which sent thrills through her giantess body. Alicia threw her head back in ecstasy, opening her legs wider and letting Trent tend to her needs. She pushed his body in even closer. Now, he felt her lips open and accept him. Her slick pearly juice coated him, and he couldn’t help forming an erection. Now lost in lustful abandonment, he quickened his suckling of her clit, nibbling her sensitive nub and biting her labia. Alicia let out a hungry growl which then turned into a high wail of passion. Alicia lay back and kept him pressed against her sex with her right hand. Her left hand found her pillowy breast, where she pinched her own nipple roughly. Her knees were now high in the air, widening to let Trent have his way. He thrust his hips against her vaginal opening, hearing a sucking sound as her wanton lips made a seal around his chest, abdomen, and thighs. It was like getting a kiss over his entire body at once. She pushed him even further, now inserting him inside her soaked pussy. Trent held on to her clitoris, sucking the bulb for all he was worth while she grinded her pussy around his inserted body. Alicia raised him off the ground with her hips, now echoing her moans off the neighboring trees. Trent held firm to her engorged nub and rubbed his erection against her plush vaginal wall until he came inside her. His sperm quickly lost itself into her canal, not that it would do any good. The size of his sperm would be much too small for her egg, if she were even ovulating today. Alicia sent herself over the edge of orgasm too, coating Trent in new waves of juices. She thrust her hips into the air when she came, shouting his name out and rolling her eyes back into her head as she bucked and diddled herself. On her last crash to the blanket with her hips, she squeezed his tiny body out of her pussy in a liquid burst of unbirthing. Trent lay in her wet spot, warm against the sun’s rays and reeking of her sexual juices. Both lay on the blanket, panting, tired from their experience together. She collected Trent onto her chest and let him lie against the soft arc of her breast. Taking a water bottle from the picnic basket, she slowly dumped it over his body, washing the sticky juice off his body in a long shower of drinking water. Alicia then gave him her panties to dry off in, and then cover himself as though a pink silken blanket. He quickly drifted off to sleep in her cleavage. When he awoke, it was late afternoon. He was his normal size once again and smiling in his sleep. Alicia woke him and asked what he dreamt about. “I swear to God, you shrunk me, chased me, and had sex with me by plunging me into your pussy. Crazy eh?” She looked back at him and agreed, he must have one heck of a dirty mind. “It’s late, Trent, we should get you back to the house.” They picked up the picnic supplies and walked hand-in-hand back to the estate. Trent noticed something bulging in his front pocket and felt around. Inside, he gripped a pair of pink silk panties that weren’t there before. He looked at Alicia, and she only giggled back at him. Was it a dream after all?

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GTSWriter 2/8/2012 4:00:28 PM Rating: 0 “Alicia, bring me back to full height this instant!” he shouted. “No! Daddy said I can have anything I want for my birthday, and I want you. You’re going to be my tiny toy.” Alicia sat on her legs and crossed her arms over her full chest. Trent remembered that once she did that, her mind was made up. “Alicia, I’m not kidding. This isn’t right. You can’t keep me this way. I have a job, a girlfriend, and responsibilities! I have to get back to them, so give me what it takes to grow back to normal size!” He stood in front of her, defiant in his stance. “No,” she said simply. “You don’t need a job anymore, your girlfriend is a bitch, and I’ll take care of your responsibilities. From now on, all you have to do is pleasure me, and I’ll take care of the rest.” With that last statement, she reached down for the tiny Trent with her right hand. Trent dove out of the way and stepped off the blanket. He was roughly a foot away from the edge of the blanket, and Alicia got on her hands and knees, still completely naked and bronzed in the hot summer sun. “Oooh, let’s play chase,” she cheered, “you run and I’ll find you. If you can stay out of my grasp for one hour, I’ll return you to your full size. If I can catch you, though, you have to be my loving toy-boy forever. Agreed?” She licked her lips and looked down at him like a cat sizing up a mouse. “No, that’s stupid, put me back to right!” His plea went unheard. Alicia pounced at him. Trent threw his tiny body back in fear, ready to turn and bolt for the forest if need be. Alicia giggled and arched her back like a cat on the prowl. This motion stuck her taut ass high into the air, exposing her shaven pussy to the warm breeze. She was in heat for Trent, and hoped to capture him soon. Her heavy breasts hung below her chest, swaying with her motions. Trent saw those bulbous milk-filled bags swinging, temporarily mesmerized. It almost cost him the game. Alicia took a swing at him with her left hand when she pounced, almost grabbing him if he wasn’t so quick. Trent reeled back and took off at a full run to the trunk of a large oak tree. Alicia got up on her feet and took off after Trent. Her height to him now was roughly thirty feet tall in his viewpoint. He darted past fallen twigs and acorns, hoping those pointy objects would hurt her feet, giving him an edge in the chase. She’s insane, he thought, this whole situation is insane! She dodged one oak twig and hopped over the next one, only to land fully on a pointed acorn. Alicia yelped in pain and cursed her tiny prey. This allowed Trent the chance to run around the circumference of the mighty oak tree. As he got to the other side, he spooked a squirrel his same size. With his small steps, the squirrel simply didn’t notice it had company. However, Alicia’s pounding footfalls alerted the squirrel and sent it scurrying up the side of the tree. If only Trent were that adept at climbing. Alicia peeked around the tree trunk and saw Trent there, sucking in a lungful of air. What was a twenty step jaunt for Alicia was a 200-yard dash for poor Trent. She smiled and once more reached down for him. This time, it was no contest. She picked up his tiny body in her hand and brought him high up to her face. “There you are, sweetie. I win!” Her voice boomed in his eardrums, and he could feel her breath on his upper body. She kissed him sweetly and brought him back to the sunny blanket with her. Once there, she plopped down on her naked ass and sat cross-legged. “Run away again, and I’ll be very angry with you, Trent. Be a good boy, and I’ll give you an experience all the other boys from our class would kill to feel.” Her fingers were stronger than the thickest cables on the Golden Gate Bridge, and she held him firm. Trent could only nod his agreement. She let go of her grip and set him down inside her folded legs.

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GTSWriter 2/8/2012 3:59:59 PM Rating: 0 A funny thing about size reduction, everything looks the same until you sit up. The sky is still just as blue, and the clouds are all relatively the same to your eye. Once you turn your gaze to the horizon, that’s when everything around you messes with your senses. Trent woke up very groggy and disoriented. What he remembered last was having a picnic in the back yard of his childhood friend, Alicia. She had called him up the second she knew he was in town on business and invited him over to her father’s vast estate. She grew nicely into adulthood, filling out her curves nicely and growing a lovely cascade of auburn hair. She let him inside the house, hugged him tightly, and took him by the hand to the back yard where they walked deep into her father’s forest until she ended the walk at a secluded clearing with fresh green grass. There they laid out a blanket and sat to talk and enjoy refreshments. Trent sipped her homemade lemonade and enjoyed a cold cut sandwich while Alicia told him about her life since graduating high school. Soon after, Trent grew incredibly sleepy and lay back on the blanket covered with dinosaur pictures. He joked with Alicia, asking if he needed to heed the warning signs on the blanket. She just giggled and sat near him while he drifted off to sleep. Now, awake once more, he stared at the sky above, wondering how long he had fallen asleep. That’s when Alicia’s face filled his sky. “Good morning, sweetie,” she said. Her voice filled his ears, just as her face filled his view. By his estimation, her face seemed to be nearly eight feet across and roughly ten feet long. Her long hair dangled above his nose by three feet, hung from her scalp in twenty-plus feet locks. Another amazing fact about this gigantic beauty was that she appeared above him completely naked. “What happened to you, Alicia? You’re HUGE!” His voice was so high-pitched; it threw him off his sense of reality. Alicia looked down at him still and giggled. “Silly, I’m not huge; I keep a close eye on my figure. I’m still the same weight I was in high school.” It was obvious the coy woman was toying with Trent. “Look more carefully around you, Trent.” Trent got up and sat, rubbing his eyes. Not only was Alicia completely naked in the midday sun, but her body towered over his, and she was still sitting on the blanket. Trent looked around him and saw that his clothes, now several times larger than he remembered them, sat at the corner of the picnic blanket nicely folded, along with his shoes that were more resembling cars to Trent than footwear. He took a step back and finally noticed that he too was just as naked, except for a pair of stretchy black shorts. He didn’t put them on in the morning before coming to Alicia’s father’s estate, but he wore them now. Perhaps Alicia had slipped them on him when he was asleep. How she managed to strip him without waking him, he wondered. The blanket grew in size too. Where once it was merely a 10 x 8 foot children’s blanket with dinosaur pictures on it, was now a veritable cloth football field. The dinosaur pictures were as big (or small in this case) as he had become. The nearby trees seemed to tower over him like rainforest trees of South America, and the grass clearing had blades just shy of his shoulder height. He looked back at Alicia now. “This is incredible! How did I shrink?” Alicia could barely hear his squeaky voice among the chattering of birds and blowing of the summer wind through the forest leaves. Alicia leaned down close to him and responded. “Daddy’s company makes many chemical compounds, and the one I slipped into your lemonade shrinks down anyone or anything that drinks it. I’ve always loved you, Trent, and want you for myself forever. I know you started dating that slut Becky from the cheerleading squad, and I just couldn’t have that anymore. This way, I will own you for the rest of your life. You belong to me now.”

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GTSWriter 2/6/2012 3:41:10 PM Rating: 0 Sasha crashed down on top of him again, this time quicker in her pussy’s swallow of her man. Kyle once more found her to be steamy hot inside, cramped to his body, and no reservoir of air pocket to save him. Best to hold his breath and let her fuck him. Sasha started a rhythm on him, feeling his body’s every bump and wiggle. “Oh God you feel good in me, Kyle. I’m glad you were naughty for me.” Quickly now, she rose and fell on him, taking him deeper and deeper into her vagina. Sasha let go of her ass cheeks and held onto the couch’s back rest now. Using her feet to keep him planted in place, Sasha bucked and fucked her tiny man. The juices along his body became a pearly froth now with her increased speed on him. Popping his head out for a quick breath of fresh air, She let him recoup while she diddled her clit inches above his soaked head. Juice drizzled out of her sex, raining on his scalp and shoulders. She plunged down again; sealing him inside her while her toes massaged his shackled legs. “Oh you little fuck, I love you!” she shouted out. “I could fuck you like this all morning. I needed this so badly. Oh God yes!” Her pussy closed in around Kyle even more now, squeezing him tight from all sides. She made circles with her hips now, adding that to the up and down motion until she came. Kyle felt like he was inside a car wash now, being thrashed around by her wrinkled muscular walls, doused again and again with currents of flooding juices. She rose up again, letting him plop out of her kissing pussy lips. Kyle drooped against the bottoms of her feet in exhaustion, too weak to do anything else. He lay in a puddle of her sex and gasped for more air. Her ass loomed above, ready to strike down once more, but she didn’t. Slowly, she pulled her feet away and sat down on the couch beside him. She panted and cooed, coming down from her orgasm while Kyle cowered in a fetal position and hoped he paid for his insolence. Sasha got comfy on the couch and tossed a fuzzy blanket over her heated body while propping a pillow under her black hair for a rest. Kyle tried to crawl away, but she grabbed him with her right hand. “Uh, uh, uh, young man,” she warned. “You sleep near my pussy. You think about what you did this morning, and your consequences. Keep my pussy company, and if you’re a real good boy, I’ll let you fuck my ass while I sleep. Good night Kyle.” Sasha closed her eyes and smiled as she drifted off to sleep. Kyle sat between her massive thighs and glistening pussy lips. He cuddled against her sex to stay warm and hugged her left thigh for more warmth. The juices she coated him with were starting to dry off, taking his body heat with it. He leaned against her sex and drifted off to sleep as well.

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GTSWriter 2/6/2012 3:40:56 PM Rating: 0 Sasha reached down and diddled her pussy lips, a show only Kyle was privileged to witness. Within twelve minutes, she bucked and gyrated until cumming on Kyle’s fragile body beneath her. Sasha had repositioned herself on the armrests of the loveseat, so as to hover over her tiny customer. Her body loomed over his, ready for sex, but in his new condition that would become his death sentence. Sasha instead gave him the show of the night. It gave new meaning to being in sniffer’s row. Now the puny peepshow gazer sat in a pile of loose clothing, a pile of evidence he existed. Evidence Sasha needed to get rid of in order to hide her shrunken worshipper. She collected Kyle in her French-manicured hands and tucked him into her G-string, then placed her silky sarong around her hips to help hide the new bulge that Kyle created. Balling his clothing up, she used the back door entrance of the club to toss his clothes into the dumpster, yet keeping his wallet. She took his money/cards out and tossed the worn leather bifold on top of the building. That was the last anyone ever saw of poor Kyle. Everyone except wicked Sasha, that is. Now, Kyle was fearing for his life, since he was caught trying to tamper with Sasha’s bottle of shrinking pills. She picked up the trembling man in her grip and carried him to the bathroom where she shut the water off. This was going to take a while; no need to waste the hot water. “I told you that you could stay in my panty drawer if you were a good boy, but look what I caught you doing,” she scolded him. “A self-proclaimed ass-worshipper like yourself should be rubbing his cock against my panties, not trying to tamper with my stash of shrink pills. You know better, little man. What am I going to do with you, Kyle?” She waited for an answer. Kyle had none. “I’m…. sorry….” He stammered out weakly. “I’ll never do it again.” His mousy squeak fell on deaf ears. “Damn right you won’t! You need to be punished. I think I know a suitable punishment for you. I’ve always used you as a dildo by shoving you in feet first. I think this time around, you need to go in the other way.” With that, she placed Kyle on her blue cushioned couch sitting Indian-style, and then knelt on the couch herself, straddling him. “Mmmmmmmm,” she purred, thinking. “This is how we first met, kind of.” Kyle looked up at her smiling wrinkly pussy lips hovering over his head. Her asshole sat nearby winking its opening down at him, as if mocking his plight. Sasha placed her feet over his little thighs to clamp him into place. She then put her hands on her butt cheeks and pulled them apart to make her vaginal opening better accept poor Kyle. “Get ready, lover, I’m about to fuck you until I cum. If you make me feel real good, I just may pause to let you breathe. Will you be a good boy?” Kyle looked up at his mistress and meekly nodded his agreement. “I hope you’re ready for me, baby, because I’m coming down on you regardless.” She slowly descended her ass down over his head. Kyle screamed out his horror, jutting his hands above his head as if that might slow her descent on him. It was a poor attempt. Kyle tried with all his puny might to stop her, screaming the whole time. Within seconds his screams were silenced as Sasha’s pussy opened and molded around his head and shoulders like a snake swallowing a mouse. His arms lost the battle too, so he folded them along his sides to cause the least amount of resistance and let her have her way with him. Sasha cooed and moaned, feeling his little body enter her. Juice smeared around his chest and stomach, coating him and making him more slick for her thrusts. Once her anus met his waist, she lifted back up and gave him time to cough and readjust himself. He spat out a lung full of her pussy juices and breathed in deep. Kyle found it much wiser to stop screaming and take in air for the next plunge.

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GTSWriter 2/6/2012 3:40:36 PM Rating: 0 Sasha came home after a long night on the job. She worked at Streamers Strip Club on a very busy Friday night and came through the door of her apartment ready for a shower, a change of clothes, and a good crash on her bed. The 5’4” brunette beauty was the hit of the night. She had a way of dancing that almost literally pulled dollar bills out of men’s wallets on their own. Last night’s take was well over $1,800. That was even after the house took its share. She plopped her heavy purse down on the dining room table and tossed her fur jacket on the backs of one of the chairs, not even looking back to see if it stayed or fell to the ground. Her pump heels came off next, fallen over with the spike heels pointing back at the door. Next, in the bathroom, she dropped her thin silk top to the cold tile floor beneath her pedicured feet, and following that dropped her black skirt in a rumpled heap. Her pink lace thong fell without a sound, and Sasha stood in front of the mirror checking her body for any aging flaws. The breasts on the woman in the mirror were perky saucer cups, topped with dark pink nipples that stood out once free. Sasha wished she had larger breasts like some of the other girls at the club, but didn’t like some of the boob jobs they were getting. Better to keep them real than get a horrific hack job like Sheila’s, she thought to herself when she cupped them. Sasha looked over her body, admiring her curves and lines, sticking her tight rounded ass out as though in one of her dance routines satisfied that she still had what it took to make the kind of money she brought in. Her ass was definitely her best asset. Sasha also took time to notice her latest addition, a tattoo she got done last month of a red rose inside a Celtic circle. The tattoo was inked into her right side, above her hip. She smoothed her hand over it and felt for any lingering bumps. None were felt, so Sasha smiled at the work done and turned to the shower. She turned the hot water on and let it run. The apartment water system was not the best, and experience told her to leave it run for roughly ten minutes before stepping into the tub. The maintenance man always said he’d fix it, but never got around to finishing it. Sasha just let it run until the mirror steamed before letting the water wash away the stink of cheap perfume and liquor. Sasha then turned to her bedroom to take off her jewelry. Once inside her cramped bedroom, she stepped inside the walk-in closet to her dresser. Sitting on top was a jewelry box she received as a gift from one of her regulars. She opened it and slipped her earrings in, as well as two rings from her slender fingers. She closed it again and pulled open the top drawer that kept her bras and panties safe. It was there she found her little man in the middle of scrambling away from a medicine bottle she kept on the left side of the drawer. “Why Kyle, you little brat!” she gasped. “You know you are not allowed to touch Sasha’s magic bottle.” The tiny Kyle fell on top of a black silk thong and looked up at his giantess stripper. He held his hand up as though she would slap her giant palm down on him in anger. This little man had been shrunken to roughly the height of nine inches. He was one of Sasha’s regulars at the club, and just three months ago he pledged to her during a lap dance that he wanted to worship her ass forever. Sasha took his offer to heart, and without him noticing, slipped one of the pills from the medicine bottle into his beer. After that, it was a simple matter of getting the eager ass-worshipping Kyle to agree to a private session in the VIP rooms. He shelled out the money and let Sasha guide him back. He watched her walk in front of him, being led by the hand behind the red velvet curtain. Once inside, she sat him in one of the leather couches and sat on his lap, straddling his body and pushing her tits into his face. That’s when the pill took over. His hands found her toned cheeks and he gripped them while rubbing his face in her cleavage. Kyle was in heaven, and Sasha was heaven’s name. She giggled and half-heartedly tried to push away his hands, but let him hold her ass anyway. She let him have his fun until he started noticing the change. Before Kyle knew it, his hands lost their hold on her rump, and his face rubbed down her flat tummy as her breasts rose above his head. Sasha was only 115 pounds, but as he shrunk, she gained in weight, by comparison. Now her hips and thighs felt like fallen logs on his puny legs. She kept grinding her hips and crotch on him as though nothing was wrong; in fact she was actually getting off on his reduction in size. She whipped her black hair around her shoulders as though riding a bucking bull, lap dancing to the music over the speakers. If not for the forgiving cushion of the leather couch, Sasha would have easily busted both of Kyle’s femur bones. His feet were being slapped around by her descending ass cheeks with each bounce she made. When it was all over, Kyle sat diminished on the huge leather couch, just as naked as Sasha in a pile of his own clothes, with her still straddling him. She looked like a sexual goddess looking down at him. He smelled her heated pussy scent and perfume, and saw that his enormous captor was lost in her own erotic dance.

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	GTSWriter 2/2/2012 7:04:21 AM Rating: 0 Thanks MarkM! I have four stories overall so far. Keep searching for the others. =)
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GTSWriter 1/31/2012 3:51:02 PM Rating: 0 The Toyfriend Mark tensed his body and relaxed, getting ready for what was to come. He thought he was prepared for her, but once she walked into her living room and stood before him, all confidence left his head. His girlfriend was massive now, towering well over seventy feet tall by his point of view. Sondra, by normal comparisons, only stood five foot six. She was beautiful and sexy in every way. Her full breasts hung from her chest with dark pink nipples. Her flat stomach was the product of many a pilates class, and that gave way to her shaven pussy. Sure, she left the tiniest of landing strips, but that was to keep a bit of her adult womanhood intact. She didn’t like the look of completely shaven sex, as that looked too “underage” for her own good. Best to keep a bit of maturity to it all, she thought. Sondra’s legs were impressive as well. She took great care of her body, and it all showed now. She stood looking down at her tiny boyfriend standing on the coffee table. Mark craned his neck up to meet her gaze. Sondra was well ready for their little experiment. He confided in her once that he had a giantess fetish, and it didn’t scare her off. In fact, she was so into it, she managed to find an exotic shop in the Chinese district in the city that catered to the mystic arts. She was sold a small bottle of a brownish-red liquid that offered the power to shrink the male form to that of a doll, giving the female recipient the control needed to shrink or resize the male. After initial doubts and a “what the hell” attitude later, the results showed the potion worked. “I’m so excited to try this, are you ready, darling?” Sondra asked, looking down at her ‘toyfriend.’ Mark gulped and studied his destination. Sondra’s pussy smiled down at him, tucked between those massive thighs and sparkling with sexual dew. Sondra’s clit stuck out of the fleshy hood to greet him too. All in all, her pussy looked hungry for a man meal, and Mark was it. “As I’ll ever be, I suppose. Be gentle with me, won’t you?” he stuttered his response. He couldn’t hide his nervousness. “Relax, love, I’ll make this the ride of your life.” She bent down and collected Mark in her grasp. Her hands were soft and warm surrounding his lean body. She slowly picked him up and kissed him for luck. “I still can’t believe this is working! I love you so much. Fuck me with your body,” she breathed. With that, Sondra flipped Mark around in her grasp and lowered him to her crotch. His feet pointed at her opening, while his shoulders sank into the puffy pads of her fingers. Mark’s head poked out through her thumb and index finger. He held onto her hand and accepted his fate of becoming her human dildo. She used his feet to rub her lips, and tickle her engorged clit. It felt so good to her, and she let out a moan to tell him she liked his touch. “Ready baby,” she asked in a husky tone. Not waiting for a response, Sondra pushed his tiny body up and into her pussy. The narrow feet of the shrunken man slipped past her vaginal opening easily, getting coated in her juices. Next came his calves, which proved no problem to her sex. Mark’s thighs began to really open her pussy up, and Sondra gulped air with the sexy experience. She pulled him out and pushed him in further. Meanwhile, Mark was feeling around inside her with his feet. The sensation was like slipping into a soaking wet silk sleeping bag. The folds of her vagina gave way to his intrusion, and the resulting wet engulfing feeling gave him a raging hard cock. However, being in this position had blood rushing to his head now. His face flushed red, and he shouted out to her to give him a slight break. Sondra withdrew her man and held him in her two hands. “How is it so far,” she asked him. “I love it, but we have to do this in spurts. All the blood rushes to my head and makes me so dizzy I almost black out. I love it, though, baby. You feel so incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it before!” “Well, let’s put you back in. I want to feel you up to your waist at least. I’m thinking at that point, your feet should feel my cervix.” Sondra regained her grip on Mark and put him back into position. Again, his legs slipped into her, and his coated skin gave no friction against her. She shoved him in deeper now, well past his own navel. Mark tensed his body to be as rigid as he could, in order to give his girlfriend the hardest phallus she could endure. Sondra moaned out loudly now, really getting into fucking her toyfriend. Again, Mark experienced the feel of all his blood rushing to his head. He started seeing stars, but held himself as rigid as possible. Sondra had now been swept into the height of her passion, and ignored any attempt from Mark to stop. She stood in her living room with her legs in a parted stance, shoving her tiny lover into her with her own right hand. Swollen pussy lips kept parting and making a sucking sound against his frame. Sondra’s juices foamed alongside his slippery body. Mark couldn’t take much more abuse, but Sondra was gone in her own orgasm. His body went limp as he lost consciousness, and now his free arm flailed against her hand. She didn’t notice as nirvana took over her senses. She flooded her pussy with juice and it flowed past Mark’s smaller body. She came in waves, each one stronger than the last. She screamed louder than she ever had during sex, and when it was all over, she pulled his frail body out. It lay limp as wilted lettuce in her palm. Mark was not recovering from her attempts to revive him. Scared, Sondra laid him gently on the couch and kept his tiny feet elevated with her hand. She leaned in close and felt tiny puffs of warm air against her ear. She could also hear faint breathing. She expelled a lungful of air in gratitude and silently thanked God that her toyfriend was still alive. Hovering over him, she cooed him back to life and gently kissed his body with her large lips. Her ministrations to his face brought him back awake. “I’m sorry I went too far, baby,” she purred, “I couldn’t help myself. You felt too good to stop. I promise, next time, I’ll lie down and insert you in horizontally. Being vertical is too much for you. I know that now. Will you forgive me?” Mark raised his fragile arm and gave her a thumbs-up. He smiled and rested while she stayed close and mothered him the rest of the evening, laying her panties over him to keep his body warm. Kissing him once more, she laid her head down on the sofa cushion next to him and watched over her tiny boyfriend.

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GTSWriter 1/31/2012 1:25:29 PM Rating: 0 Adam held his wife’s cheeks almost at his wingspan’s length apart and closed his eyes as he thrust his cock into her giant red lips. Dawn moaned and took him easily, sucking his little cock between her warm wet lips. She closed her own eyes and soon drank his first load. Adam almost fell off the side of the bed when he came. The fall would have equaled a twenty five foot drop to the plush carpeting below. She reached out and steadied his shaky body in her large hand and had him sit once more. “That was more incredible than I ever imagined,” he said, nearly out of breath. Dawn looked down at him and stuck her huge pink tongue out to lick up the last droplets of his pearly cum on her lips. She then bent her head down and kissed him hard with her face. She engulfed his face and smeared his own cum all over his face before she broke the kiss. Adam gasped and wiped her saliva away from his eyes. She then took his midsection in her mouth and gave him a hummer he wouldn’t soon forget. The vibrations of her deep throat caused him to form another erection. She pumped him gently with her thumb and forefinger, and then lapped at the puny cockhead with her tongue. The sensation of her hot breath bearing down on his dwarfish body had him ready to go once more. “Fuck me,” she said, simply. “How, love? I’m too small for your pussy now.” His erection was shrinking at the thought of displeasing her sexually. “Find a way. Do as your goddess commands, little one!” Dawn pushed her ass out even more. Adam stood and walked back to her curvy ass and marveled at the sight of her cheeks dissected by a thin strand of black thong. He pulled at the stretchy material and with enough force, got the thong aside to view her vagina and asshole. He felt the wrinkled hole with his hand, and it caused Dawn to shudder and grease her vaginal opening. “Oh God, yes, baby. Keep doing that.” Adam now pushed his fist inside her butt and felt around. Dawn moaned out and begged for more. He pulled out and felt her silky, soaked lips. Pushing his head in under her left cheek, he tasted his wife’s sex and drank her deep. Dawn mewled and leaned over to be fully on her stomach for her man. Adam climbed over her thigh to be between them now, and used the thong as reins, pulling himself to her. His cock entered her pussy and he smashed his diminutive body against her full buttocks. He thrashed and bucked against her, pumping his tiny hard on into her massive pussy. Moving out, he mounted her ass, holding onto her bulbous cheeks for support. Now his cock was buried inside her asshole, and his fists clenched the thong. He rode her hard like a racing jockey until he spent another load into her back door. Little did he know, his feet were playing with her clitoris the entire time, and that diddling made her spasm into her own climactic orgasm. A pool of her liquid sex formed on the bedspread between her thighs, so Adam slid down her body until he was standing in it. He pushed his face into her heated sex and lapped at her like a thirsty dog. The result was another splashing orgasm spraying his body. Both spent, they lay together on the white bedspread until Adam fell asleep next to her warm body. Dawn woke up again shortly, and took off her nightie to use as a silky sheet for her man. Adam absently accepted it and rolled over. He fell asleep hard. Dawn stood up and collected her cell phone. Calling the doctor, she spoke first. “Hi. It’s me. Yes, he’s asleep. We can talk. The injection I gave him last night went well. He’s now the size of a Ken doll. Phase One of Operation: Giantess is underway. I’ll keep you updated as to when we can move on to Phase Two.” She waited for the doctor to speak for a bit, and then answered her. “The sex? Oh, mind-blowing, I can tell you. I couldn’t feel his cock in my pussy, but definitely in my ass. Yes, the women of the world might miss normal sex, but if we can successfully shrink all men to the size of twelve inches tall, women can take over the world and stop all these wars. I think we can all dismiss coital sex if it means a better world. Hell, I’ll fuck his legs if I need it that badly. So far, I’m loving this new arrangement, and I think he’s even accepting his new size quicker than we initially thought. Well, I’m going to wake him up and fuck him again. I’ll report back when I have more for you. Dawn out.”

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GTSWriter 1/31/2012 1:01:48 PM Rating: 0 Dawn of a New Age “Uh, uh, uh, you stay on that bed, mister. I don’t need you falling off and hurting yourself.” Dawn said, peering out of the closet at her husband, who stood on their queen-sized bed. Adam stood naked back at his wife. He was lean and fit for a man his age, and he unconsciously held his hands in front of his genitals, like anyone would who was suddenly naked. Even though he stood in their bedroom looking at his own wife, the fact that he now only stood twelve inches tall on the bedspread made him feel inadequate in front of her. “You know what the doctor said,” she reminded him, calling out from their walk-in closet, “you can’t go around the house unescorted for fear you might injure yourself, or worse, fall to your death. You just stand there nice and let me change out of my work clothes. I’ll be right there, dear.” “How did this happen?” he shouted out. At his current size, his voice box couldn’t carry his voice the way it used to. Adam had to shout everything he wanted to say in order for Dawn to hear him. “Last thing I remember, I went to bed the night before just fine. Now, I wake up this morning barely level with your kneecap. How the hell am I going to go back to work like this? Nothing even fits me anymore.” Adam sat down on the massive bed and pouted. Dawn came out of the closet wearing a shimmering red nightie and black cotton thong. The nightie hardly covered the flare of her hips and didn’t do anything to hide her shapely legs. The dip of her thong poked out below the hemline in a subliminal beckoning to her husband. She padded her way across the carpeting to get a better view of her small husband. “Please don’t pout, honey, you know I still love you. ‘For better or worse,’ right? Well, I’m not looking at this as ‘for worse.’ This is something we’ll deal with as a couple, and our love will not falter in the least.” She sat down on the bed with him, causing a tremor that made Adam steady himself on the mattress with his tiny hands. Dawn towered over him, letting her sandy-blonde hair cascade around her cheeks and over her shoulders. At this viewpoint, Adam saw his wife in a whole new way. Dawn’s breasts weren’t large by normal standards, but to him, they were huge now. Her nipples poked out of the red silky material, wanting attention. Her flat tummy seemed like a warm, smooth wall in front of him, almost like one of those climbing walls you might see at a sporting goods store. Her perfume caught his attention and he got up to walk closer to his wife. His large wife’s thighs stretched out on either side of him, forming a V that eventually surrounded him as he stood next to her navel. He looked up, and saw a loving wife smiling back down at him. “How am I even going to pleasure you, Dawn? My little dick won’t even register inside you anymore. You won’t feel a thing.” “Let me worry about that, Adam. For now, just worry about feeling comfortable in your new size. I’ll take care of everything. You know that my salary can take care of us both, and we have plenty in the bank. No worries, baby. The doctor said that stress could really cause problems, so I want you to take it easy for the next few days. I took vacation days at work, so I’ll be with you all week long. Let’s enjoy our time together.” “What did you have in mind?” he asked. Dawn answered by getting more comfortable on the bed, almost like a large snake coiling around its prey. She lay on her stomach, but raised her left hip off the bed, and supported her upper body on her elbows. Looking at her husband, she asked him to walk to her face. Adam did as he was told, and now stood before his massive wife. Dawn’s face hung about two feet away from him and she stared lovingly at him. “Rub that cock for me, baby. I’m still your wife, and I want you, now.” Adam reluctantly grabbed his member and moved his hand around it. “More baby. Give your woman what she wants. Really stroke that bad boy for me.” Adam moved faster up and down his shaft. Before he knew it, his cock was now fully erect, with the cockhead yearning out for the giantess lying in front of him. “Mmmmm, that’s it, lover,” she cooed, “Now stick it in my mouth.” “You won’t feel it, Dawn. It’s too small.” “Don’t make me ask twice, Adam,” Dawn said sternly. “I want to take your manhood in my mouth. You let me worry about feeling it pushing between my lips.

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GTSWriter 1/26/2012 4:19:43 PM Rating: 2 Within seconds, Don’s body shrank right before her glittering eyes. When it was all over, Don sat no more than roughly six inches high. His clothes became hillsides all around him, and at the opening, Angela’s humongous face peered down at him, still smiling. “What did you do to me?” he squeaked out a high-pitch frantic shout. “There, there,” she cooed, “You agreed to kiss my ass tonight if I won the bet, but to MY terms. Well, these are my terms. I told you in the car I prefer shorter men. Well, I must confess, I prefer really short men. Really small men, to be exact. Once a girl goes small, she never goes back. You boys feel so much nicer!” She reached in and took Don’s pipsqueak body in her warm hand and lifted him out of his clothing heap. She brought him to her face. Don’s view was shrouded by her perfect face, and the strands of her long red hair seemed like bridge cables at this point. Her hazel eyes narrowed to view his face, and she continued to speak. “Don’t be afraid of me, little one, I’m not going to hurt you. I just prefer my men to be this size. It makes the lovemaking so much more fantastic for me. Now, about that kiss to my ass...” Angela set Don on the glass top of the coffee table and stood up. With a quick jerk of her shoulders, the negligee slipped down around her body and landed on the carpeted floor. Like a waterfall of silk, it revealed her naked body to him. She towered over his tiny form, with her pussy glistening with excitement. She cupped her breasts and licked her lips as she looked upon her prey. Angela swayed her hips and turned to dance her ass above his tiny head. Don craned to look up at her, coming to the acceptance that this goddess controlled his very life. She then sat at the table’s edge and jutted her colossal ass in front of him. Arching her back, she steadied herself with both hands at her side and demanded that he reach in for that kiss. The jingling of her silver bracelets made a loud clanging sound to his miniscule ears, but the entrance to her back end took over his attention. Don sat down and inched his way closer to her, almost in a crab-walk stance. She cooed and cajoled him closer, teasing him with ideas of what to expect. Her wall of an ass towered over him, those curves beckoning him closer even though they could be his undoing if she leaned back too far. He reached in and made initial contact to her anus. The rubbery folds of her asshole felt warm and soft, so he planted his first of many kisses. She tasted sweeter than he would have thought, and the sensation begged for more. Before he knew it, Don was French-kissing her ass and putting total effort into it. Angela giggled at his attempt. “If you don’t think you’re doing anything to me, that’s not true,” she moaned out. “I can feel everything you do, Don, and I love it! Shove that tiny face in there deep and really give me a good licking.” To get in even closer, Don pushed his bare feet and legs into her pussy, until his stomach pressed against her taint. Angela bucked at the sensation and growled her approval. Don was now so tucked into her asscrack he couldn’t hear the outside world anymore. He slathered his wet kisses at her sphincter while doing both bicycle and scissor kicks in her pussy. This only made her more soaked than when she began the spectacle. Self respect and dignity be damned, Don was now pushing his face into her hole with wild abandon. The sucking sound made by popping his head back out of her ass gave him such a hard erection, that he decided to rub himself against her pussy lips until he came. She probably didn’t even feel him cum, but he didn’t care. She could still feel his legs thrashing around, and it made her launch an orgasm. Don was now sitting in a pool of her cream, and it made his stance slippery. He felt coated in her musky milk, and his own microscopic cum smeared across his stomach. Don was a mess, and loved it. Angela stood up and looked at the tiny man laying on the glass coffee table. She picked him up carefully and examined him closely. Don gave her a weak thumbs-up and smiled. “I think I’m going to keep you this size, and take you with me to the next convention in Dayton, Ohio. You’ve given me more pleasure than any of the others I’ve shrunk. It’s nice to have someone who can really appreciate me and my sexual lifestyle. Don, you’re going to be my little boy-toy. What do you think of that?” she purred to him while heading back to the bathroom to shower. Don could only smile and squeak out a joyful response, laying in his goddess’ soft warm hands.

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GTSWriter 1/26/2012 7:20:42 AM Rating: 2 The game came down to the wire late in the fourth quarter. Both teams waged war for points, and it was Chicago's ball with little time remaining. IF they could kick a field goal, they would win the game. Don prayed again for a successful kick. The ball was up, good, and through the goal posts. Angela wooted her excitement and slapped a high five with her smaller date. Don downed the last of his beer and said, "let's go! You win the bet." Angela took his hand and paid the bar tab, then walked out with her prize. She pulled him to her car, not letting him get into his own and follow her. Don sat in a racy sports car and let her do the driving. Angela’s powerful leg put pressure on her right foot which sped the car down the highway. Soon, they pulled into her hotel parking lot. The whole time she drove, Don watched her body, the heavy breasts on her chest, the flat toned stomach leading down to her sumptuous ass she sat on, again those muscular legs and her sexy feet in the high heeled shoes. Angela looked down at her smaller date and giggled at his reaction. “Sorry,” he admitted, “you’re just so beautiful. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She patted his thigh reassuringly and kept it there. It made his erection spur to life. “I prefer smaller men, if that’s what you mean. Tall men just want to control me. I like being in control myself. That’s why I called the bet, that’s why I drove us here, and that’s why you’re going to do as I say tonight.” She smiled at the last statement and sped on toward the hotel. At the hotel, Angela keyed her doorway and led Don inside. The penthouse suite she rented was one of the most spacious places he’d ever experienced. All the furniture was larger than he expected, and the vaulted ceiling made him feel even more diminuitive. “Make yourself at home while I slip into something more comfortable and fix us some drinks.” She set her purse down on the overstuffed chair and headed off into the adjoining bedroom. Don wished he could have gone with her, but the closing door meant he wasn’t allowed. He sat on the couch and took in the living room quarters. There was a wicker coffee table in front of him with a circular glass top. The couch matched the chair, and the paintings the hotel provided were of palm trees and sandy beaches. Angela came out wearing a skimpy, see-through negligee. She padded her bare feet across the plush carpeting into the kitchenette and fixed a pair of stiff drinks from a bottle she kept on the counter. Plopping in ice, she returned to her guest and sat beside him. “You’ve become even more beautiful,” he said, taking his tumbler. The glass was very large in his small hand. Angela clinked glasses and spoke. “To my charming little guest.” They drank to her toast, and she finished it with a quick kiss to his lips. Don melted into her at that point. Angela withdrew and watched him.

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GTSWriter 1/25/2012 7:27:51 AM Rating: 2 The Bet Don sat at his favorite sports bar, just enjoying his beer and watching the game. Chicago was in a tie with Cincinnati with three minutes left of the first quarter. He sat alone, occasionally eyeing one of the pretty women that walked by with a large boyfriend or husband. He, on the other hand, sat alone with a tap brew and his thoughts. How it would be nice to have one of them on my arm, he thought. Any of these gorgeous ladies paying attention to him would quickly turn his world around. Washing down his own woes, he took another pull from the large glass and waited for the next snap of the ball. That's when she walked in. This tall drink of redheaded water strolled into the bar by herself and scanned the room for an empty seat. There was one next to Don, and three others by other single men. Don gazed at her lengthy beauty and hoped she might sit at the bar next to him. All the other men noticed her too, so Don said a silent prayer that she might pick his open stool. She walked through the bar, eyeing each seat and who was next to them. Seeing Don's as the best choice, she walked up and asked if she could sit next to the short single man. Don squeaked out a "yes, of course," and mentally lashed himself for sounding so mousy. The tall vision set her purse on the bar and took a seat. Don watched her sit, studying every aspect of her curvy, toned ass and long legs protruding from her evening dress. Looking up, she had a great set of breasts where a necklace lay inbetween the voluptuous cups. Finally, her face was made from the Gods, curtained by long flowing red hair. She extended her hand and introduced herself. "I'm Angela," she said in a smoky tone. Don took her slender hand in his own and responded in kind. "I'm Don," he replied, clearing his throat. "Are you here waiting for someone?" "No, I decided to come in after working the convention in town all day. I didn't want to stay in my hotel room. What's the score?" she asked, pointing to the TV above their heads. "It's tied, about to go into the second quarter." Don couldn't believe such a classy beauty as Angela would care about a man's game of football. "Do you have any money riding on this game?" she continued. "No, I just enjoy the game. I'm not much of a betting man." "Well, I love to wager. Care to make a bet on the game with me?" Don's eyes perked up, and he faced her to listen more. "Let's bet on the game. I'll take Chicago, and you can have Cincinnati. If you win, I'll take you to a late dinner after the game, your choice of restaurant. And if I win, you can kiss my ass." Don didn't know how to take that last comment, and his eyes narrowed. She laughed at his expression. "Don't take it the wrong way. I like you. I meant it in the literal sense. I saw you peeking at my ass, and I'm wondering what your lips on it would feel like." "Why bet on it," Don said, "I'd do that for you for free, without a bet!" He took another drink and waited for her response. "No, I like the idea of a bet. It intensifies the expectation. However, if I win, you have to agree to kiss my ass under my terms. I am still a lady, you know." He agreed, and they shook on it.

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	GTSWriter 1/25/2012 6:02:21 AM Rating: 0 Thanks Rooster! By the way, just so everyone knows, I'm not into crush or vore, just sexual encounters. I just don't see the point of the first two subjects. I do appreciate the comments, and the compliments, though. It's nice to know my stories are gathering a following of fans. =)
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	GTSWriter 1/24/2012 8:02:36 AM Rating: 0 Oh the story I had for this one! Little did I know there is a space limit for comments!
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	GTSWriter 1/23/2012 3:20:13 PM Rating: 0 Thanks for the compliments! That's why I do it. I'm thinking of writing a huge collection of stories, in addition to what I write here, and put it up for sale on Amazon Kindle. We'll see what happens. Look for more here because this is a GREAT site for inspiration. I LOVE writing these stories.
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GTSWriter 1/23/2012 8:09:24 AM Rating: 0 When Carey finally strolled along the beach far enough away from the hotel, she paused and saw that she was alone. No one from the remote resort would find her there for at least another hour, so she stood before the Pacific Ocean and let the morning breeze caress her body. Carey wore a skimpy thong bikini that accentuated her curvy body. The little triangles barely covered her ample chest and those dark pink nipples that pushed against the fabric. Below, her matching thong hugged her thighs and tucked itself into her crotch, coming out the back between her round ass cheeks and stretching around her hips. Hidden in the material nestled between her ass hung a tiny man she brought with her. Antony worked the hotel as a human toy for this particular all-inclusive hotel chain on Waikiki Beach. Carey deposited her drivers license and was given a tiny man for rental. Liking this muscular dark-haired tiny, she collected him and placed him in her thong on the way out to the beach. Antony bounced between her warm cheeks as she padded her way to the water's edge. He could still smell her sex from masturbating the night before. However, that wasn't enough for the unsatiable Carey. She needed more, and Antony would fit that bill. Carey flung off her top to the dry sand behind her, and smoothed her hands over those mounds. The feel of her fingers pinching her own nipples started her juices stirring below. Antony could smell the familiar scent, and his own erection began to grow. Her fingers found holds in the sides of her bikini bottom as she pulled the skimpy clothing downward. Antony felt his body fall a bit, and he held onto the narrow cloth for dear life. Carey looked below between her legs and giggled at the sight of the little body builder clinging for life. "Don't worry, tiny," she purred, "I have other plans for you." She collected the puny man from his own clutches and cupped him in her left hand as the now-loose fabric fell to the wet sand at her feet. Carey stepped out of the bikini and flippd it to the same place as her top. Antony's naked goddess stood tall and lovely against the sea breeze, holding him in her palm. With her left hand, she touched her clit and rubbed her lips while studying Antony. As an "employee" of the hotel, or rather property of the hotel, his job was to answer her every whim. That included sexual favors, so he knew it was best to keep his erection at it's peak. He started stroking his miniature cock and looked up at her. Carey licked her lips and grew even more lustful just then. She brought the tiny up to her nipples and rubbed his face against those perky extrusions. Antony braced for impact and let the rubbery skin smack his face left and right. She then placed him between her round breasts and pushed them together to hold him in place. Antony felt around him as best he could and pushed his manhood against the plush softness of her. She sprayed perfume on her breasts and vaginal area before going down to the lobby to rent a tiny, and Antony could smell it overpowering his senses. He loved it and writhed against her even more. Now thoroughly wet, Carey lifted him away from his pillowy embrace and lowered him to her crotch. She knelt down in the wet sand placed her right hand down for support. Those large breasts swung freely while the tide flowed beneath. Antony saw the rushing and ebbing tide, fearful that if Carey dropped him, he might just be swept out to sea. She instead shifted him in her palm so that his head rest on the padding of her hand/wrist, while his legs lay comfortably along her fingers. His view of her shifted, starting from her smiling lusty face, to her ballooning swaying breasts, under her tight toned stomach, and finally to the bushy confines of her dilated sex. The scent of her juices overpowered the fragrance of her perfume now, as Carey pushed his reclined body against the silky folds of her vagina. Within seconds, Antony's body was being kissed passionately by the enormous pussy. She rubbed his body back and forth, causing his face to make contact with her taint and asshole. His hands reached out and felt along the coated lips while letting his feet and toes tickle her clitoris. Carey heaved and bucked at this new sensation, crying out against the crash of the ocean tide. She then pushed him back further, keeping his little face pressed against the darkened rosebud of her anus. "Lick me out," she commanded, breathing heavily and loving his feet's attention to her clit. Antony did as she wished and stuck his tongue against her rippled anus muscles. She tasted much cleaner than he imagined, and grew his ministrations in earnest. With his head pressed so far deep into the cleft of her asscrack, he stopped hearing the pounding of the ocean waves. New waves occured around him as Carey really began bucking and gyrating her body. She let him out briefly for air, and he huffed and puffed with exhaustion. However, it didn't take long before he wanted more of her. Carey then drew his body back along her vaginal recesses and started pushing his head into her opening. Antony gulped in a lung full of air and slipped his head and shoulders inside her pussy. The sensation of saturated silk swarmed him immediately. He felt nothing but silky vaginal walls, and smelled nothing but her desire for him. He tasted the tangy juices that coated his body and for an instant, could hear her heartbeat drumming faster in lust. Antony opened his mouth wide and drank in her excretions, becoming one with her gigantic body as it flood his throat. She pulled him out to breathe, only to push him back in further. Now, Antony was waist deep inside her, thrashing his arms around to give her more sensations. Carey felt that and let loose the first of many climaxes. Antony felt the rush of flowing juice coat his body and trickle out past his feet. This made for a slippery stance and he slid out of her pussy onto her hand. Carey gave him a brief rest outside of her and instead rubbed him against her lips and clit. Antony was grateful, but it didn't last long. Now, in a fury of strokes, Carey pushed the tiny man all the way into her pussy, keeping the entrance shut with her palm. Antony had never been inserted inside a woman this far before, and he began to panick. He thrashed violently against her closing slick walls, fighting for release. This only made her drunk with sexual power, and she squeezed herself against him even more. Feeling his little body black out, Antony began to prepare for the final result and lay still now. Carey, on the other hand, had the most active, violent orgasm of her life and took her hand away to really let go of her faculties. She lowered her pussy to the ground, now about eight feet off the ground by a tiny's estimation and screamed out her desire. The resulting action flushed Antony out of her pussy onto the hot wet sand below. Behind him came wave after wave of ejillulation that splashed against his puny frame. He wiped away the slick juice from his eyes, only to get another jet of pearly juice splashed at his face and upper chest. When she was finally done cumming on his little body, she cooed and stroked her clit and vaginal opening with two fingers. Antony just looked back up at her and marveled. Here he lay, like a tiny creation from this goddess, amazed at her immense beauty and power, while he felt reborn into this world from her. That's what it was to him, a rebirth from this new "mother/goddess" figure kneeling over him. He felt such a close connection to her, unlike anything he'd ever experienced as a hotel tiny before. He reached for her, wanting to reconnect with his giantess lover. Carey felt that connection too and picked his slick body up in her cradled hands. They kissed for a long time, licking the slick juices off his body and releasing her hot breath onto his cold, shivering body. Knowing he now needed her body heat to keep him warm, she collected her bikini again and placed him back between the warm crevice of her ass. Antony hung there again, happy to be against her body once more. Carey walked back to the hotel lobby with a huge smile on her face. Antony had given her a sexual orgasm so much more powerful than any normal-sized male could. She figured when she approached the consierge, she would ask about buying the tiny from the hotel. If so, she would bring him home and love him the way a giantess could, only the way a giantess could.

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	GTSWriter 1/20/2012 2:01:09 PM Rating: 0 By the way there are two other pics like this one, so my story is actually three "chapters" long.
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	GTSWriter 1/20/2012 1:59:21 PM Rating: 0 No problem, that's why I write them. More to come soon!
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GTSWriter 1/20/2012 7:46:11 AM Rating: 0 When Kasey stirred, she looked around and took in her surroundings. She was reduced in size from the serum at her lab, driven to her past lover's apartment, and now laying nude on the warm fleshy bed that was Lindsey's stomach. Lindsey propped Kasey's tiny blonde head on her breast as a pillow and let Kasey recouperate. Kasey lifted her head and looked into the large hazel eyes of her giantess lover. Lindsey was looking down at her tiny guest and waited for Kasey to awaken. "Now it's my turn, little woman." What that entailed for repayment, Kasey didn't know. Lindsey parted her legs and looked down at the shrunken woman between her thighs. "I want to be fucked royally. I want to cum like there is no tomorrow." "But how can I do that for you, I'm so small," pleaded Kasey. "I probably can't even lift your purple dildo you keep in your nightstand. That thing is heavy!" "Don't use a dildo, sweetie, use your arm. Ball your hand into a fist and ram me good!" On saying that, Lindsey threw back her head and grabbed her breasts to massage them while waiting for Kasey to fuck her. Kasey looked down at Lindsey's enormous shaved pussy. Those lips beckoned to be entered. Kasey did as she was told and pushed her right fist between the folds of her goddess lover. Lindsey cried out with her eyes sunk back into her head. Kasey realized how well of a job she was doing on her big lesbian lover because Lindsey's nipples looked like two fleshy rockets about to launch from their smoky pink pads. Kasey kept at her pace, shoving her fist into the dark warm regions of Lindsey's entrance. It was hot and slick inside, and every time Kasey pulled out, more and more juices flowed out, making a stain on the yellowish fabric of her couch. Lindsey didn't care, she needed satisfaction. Kasey then leaned in and suckled at Lindsey's strawberry-sized clitoris until Lindsey's hips bucked like a champion bronco. Lindsey was the type of woman who usually ejillulated when she came. Kasey got a blast of warm juice sprayed over her small frame. Three jets of cream later, she was covered in her lover's creamy lust. "Oh fuck you were great!" Lindsey cried out, coming back to earth from her climax. She collected Kasey to her warm breasts and covered the little woman in a blanket while they lay together cuddled closely. "Why did I ever let you go?" she asked the tiny Kasey. "I don't know either, but it must have been a petty reason. I want to come home, Lindsey," she squeaked her tiny voice. "You are home, my sweet. I'm going to take care of you from now on. You belong to me." Liking that answer, Kasey nuzzled into the warm pillowy softness of her giantess' twin breasts and drifted off to sleep. Lindsey looked down and wondered what her friend Carla would think of a menage-a-tois with the little returning Kasey. Oh, the fun they would have! The End

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GTSWriter 1/20/2012 7:31:12 AM Rating: 0 (... continuation from part I) Looking up into Lindsey's soulful eyes, Kasey got her silent permission to explore the larger woman's body. She leaned forward and took Lindsey's puffy pink nipple into her mouth. Familiar, yet different this time, she mouthed the sensitive nipple and sucked on it for all she was worth. Lindsey cried out and rubbed her other breast. If there was one thing Kasey was good at in bed, it was making Lindsey orgasm with her breasts alone. Lindsey absently moved her free hand from her breast down to her soaked pussy, rubbing the lips and exciting her own clit. "I need to sit back, sweetie," she moaned. Lindsey sat back on the couch and raised her high heeled feet to the seat cushion. Kasey did her best to position herself, but Lindsey's wanton hands reached out and set the tiny woman with her little ass pointed out. Kasey's shaven pussy leaked droplets of juice in anticipation of what Lindsey had in mind next. As normal-sized lovers, Lindsey loved strapping a dildo to her hips and taking the blonde woman from behind. Now, at her current size, that latex missile would be much too large. Lindsey licked her index finger and withdrew it from her mouth; a trail of saliva briefly connecting her finger and her lips. 'Oh God, Lindsey, finger fuck me now!" Lindsey smiled and poked at Kasey's tight, tiny pussy with her larger digit. "It feels so much bigger than any cock I've ever taken. Push it in, baby," she moaned. Kasey pushed her hips back in an effort to ride Lindsey's finger. Lindsey toyed with her lips and rubbed her miniscule clit before diving into the hot hole of Kasey's pussy. Kasey mewled out like a cat in heat as she accepted the slender finger. Lindsey kept diving forward, only to pull back out and see her slick finger with Kasey's juices coating her skin. On the last effort, she shoved her finger in to the last knuckle and leaned down to lick at Kasey's tiny asshole. This sent waves of passion throughout Kasey's little body and she shuddered with repetitive orgasms. Lindsey held her finger inside and began to wiggle it around searching for Kasey's G-spot. Those little legs of hers spasmed until she lay still, panting from an intensive release. Lindsey slipped her lubed finger out and playfully pushed it against Kasey's puckered back door. "Oh, you wouldn't dare, would you? Not after I'm so exhausted." "You never minded before when I wore the strap-on," Lindsey countered. "Please be gentle with me," she begged. "Please, what?" Lindsey said with a stern voice. "Please, my goddess, fuck me gently with your majestic finger." Her voice trailed off as she imagined the pleasure she was about to receive. Lindsey pushed and pushed until Kasey's ass accepted the large wiggling intrusion. This motion rocketed Kasey off to another full series of climaxes. She screamed her tiny soprano voice into the flowery pillow to her left. Lindsey kissed her small back and stroked her blonde hair to reassure Kasey how well she was taking her ass-fucking. Now wilted with exhaustion, Kasey crumbled to the couch, unable to move. With her last orgasm, she blacked out briefly and saw stars while Lindsey lay next to her and took care of her little lover. (... to be concluded on the last picture.)

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GTSWriter 1/20/2012 7:11:07 AM Rating: 0 "Oh my God," Kasey said when she finally brought Lindsey inside her apartment. "When you said to pick you up at the lab I didn't expect this!" Lindsey and her team of scientists had been working on a serum to reduce animal tissue to one third its original size. The idea was to sell the serum to the transportation industry to allow more people on a plane, a train, or even a coach bus for long distance travel. The experiment would bring in so much more in revenue if Kasey's team was successful. "I know, Lindsey, but we had to test it on someone, so I volunteered. Just help me inside the apartment." Lindsey opened the door to her place and let Kasey lightly pad into the vast living room. She was dressed in her medical smok tied around her, and her two rings now used as bracelets on her right arm. Once inside, Kasey untied the cumbersome smok and stepped out of it completely nude. Lindsey couldn't help but stare at her. The two had been lovers before, but broke up roughly a month ago. Now, the former lovers stood in the same living room once again, with Lindsey towering over the tiny Kasey. "So what will you do now?" Lindsey asked with her hands on her hips, staring down at the tiny woman. Kasey was only as high as Lindsey's hips, and had to look past the tall woman's generous chest in order to look Lindsey in the face. "I don't know, I was hoping I could stay here for a while until we can figure out how to reverse this. I didn't know who else to call. Thank you, Lindsey," she said as her eyes began to well up with tears. "Hey," Lindsey said with compassion in her voice, "it's OK. I knew this was important to you, and you've always been there for me too. You can stay as long as you like. In fact, I'll make you feel more comfortable by undressing too. No use in only one of us being naked." Lindsey took off her top and let it fall to the ground. Kasey stood there and watched. She had witnessed Lindsey getting naked so many times before, but this time it really turned her on. Lindsey's large breasts now seemed enormous to her, and memories of sucking her nipples came rushing back to the tiny woman. She then slipped out of her skirt and wisked off her silky thong. Now standing before Kasey was a goddess of a woman in all her glory. Lindsey kept her heels on to help with the height difference. The idea of towering over a helpless Kasey was igniting her pussy and hardening her nipples. "Let's get more comfortable on the couch, Kasey." Lindsey picked up the feather-light Kasey and set her on the couch. Kasey kneeled on the soft fabric and waited for Lindsey to join her. Kasey stared at the huge plunging breasts before her, almost entranced by their size. A self-admitted breast lover, Kasey yearned to suckle her past lover once more. Lindsey, however, had other motives. She marvelled at Kasey diminuitive size. Her left hand caressed Kasey's shoulder and breast. "This is so unreal," she gasped, examining Kasey's body. "I'm getting hot for you like old times. Is that wierd of me to say?" Kasey couldn't respond. She was so enthralled with the idea of sucking those large breasts she simply shook her head. The scent of Lindsey's growing lust between her legs had Kasey drunk with desire... (... to be continued on the next picture.)

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	GTSWriter 1/18/2012 6:18:13 AM Rating: 0 "Tell the truth, WonderWoman, you wanted to become my toy, didn't you?!"
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	GTSWriter 1/18/2012 6:14:44 AM Rating: 0 South Africa is looking very appealing as a destination right now.
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	GTSWriter 12/23/2011 7:16:50 AM Rating: 0 His shadow is wrong if compared to hers. Other than that, good shot.
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	GTSWriter 12/13/2011 3:51:48 PM Rating: 0 This gives me an idea for a great giantess story...
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