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	Northwest 2/20/2014 3:02:01 PM Rating: 0 The glowing edges are mostly just where it's being crushed, I think. Plus, the castle is Mont St-Michel, and they really do graze sheep there like the ones in the foreground. It's on my bucket list for places to visit, actually. Supposed to be quite beautiful.
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	Northwest 2/12/2014 1:28:20 PM Rating: 2 *Insert "wrecking ball" joke here.*
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	Northwest 12/15/2013 11:10:48 PM Rating: 0 I used to live less than a mile north of there. I have fond memories of my time on campus, but less so for the hospital complex that she's demolished. Good riddance.
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Northwest 3/15/2013 10:02:28 AM Rating: 2 She slips the little man into her labia. He’s her best toy, and it’s only a few moments before his tiny, ineffectual struggles to break free from the overpowering grip of her sex make her wet. Her hands float between her legs; she can’t decide if she wants to keep up with the foreplay and let him keep squirming where he is or if she should go ahead and get down to fucking. After a few minutes, however, his flailing has turned her on too much. All it takes is one of her fingers to press down, and suddenly the tiny body that had been struggling in her lips is now in a fully fledged panic deep in her cunt. Mmmmmmm. Despite his insignificance, or perhaps because of it, he’s able to make her lustfully drunk. He’s so small that his whole body fits entirely insider her vagina; in other circumstances, that wouldn’t be pleasurable, but here, she’s swallowed a living man completely, and that feeling of power is virtually divine. She’s basically his goddess. That thought is enough to bring on orgasm, but she resists. Her rush to push him in notwithstanding, she wants to make sure that her little toy gives her her due. The longer he’s in there, the better she’ll come. And even after that, he’ll stay in her for a while longer: his struggles just feel too good.

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Northwest 3/15/2013 10:00:51 AM Rating: 0 She lowered her predatory gaze to meet his fantastically tiny form. ”Mmmm. You look so good I could just eat you up right now.” Surrounded by her giant body as it hovered over him, he couldn’t even back away from her. Trapped, he tried to slide away, but the hand supporting her weight kept him from going far. Her breasts hung over him, and as she lowered herself, her hardening nipples started to brush the top of his head. She continued to move her head in toward his; her neck craned until her face was right in front of him, upside down, her mouth only inches from his face. Her tongue emerged, slowly tracing a glistening, wet line over her lips. Before he could imagine what that meant for him, the writhing pink muscle came out and began to prod and caress him. Her hot, moist breath wafted over him while her tongue mark its territory over him. The soft but firm flesh squirmed over him, covering his face completely in its embrace. After a few moments, the tongue withdrew into the giantess’s mouth. Her lips, still so imposingly close to him, began to move as she spoke to him again. The meaning of her words was almost lost on him, as he could hardly focus on anything other than the hypnotic rhythm of her lips and the overwhelming breeze coming out of them. “Don’t worry too much, little guy. These weren’t the lips that are gonna swallow you.”

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Northwest 3/6/2013 4:51:32 PM Rating: 0 He can only watch helplessly as her cavernous mouth lowers, bringing with it his impending end. Even as the gaping maw of one gigantic lover approaches, the mountainous peak of the other’s rise in anticipation of the attention it’s about to receive; from both directions, these giantesses are forcing him to his doom. The only thing in his field of vision now is her open mouth. Monolithic teeth larger than he is gleam down, brightly reflecting the sunlight streaming in through the window. Everything else is some shade or another of hungry, pulsating pink: her lips frame the entrance to an exquisite hell; her tongue writhes impatiently for action; her uvula mockingly points down to his fate. Except for her teeth, everything is in constant if slight motion, and he’s entranced by it. Her hot, moist breath wafts over him, like a firm but gentle breeze. Though she’s the size of a mountain, she really is a living being, and her mouth really is coming to swallow him. He’s paralyzed by the surreality of it, and he still can’t bring himself to even try to flee when he’s surrounded by humid darkness. He’s in her mouth. Her tongue forces itself on him, pressing him with urgency into the breast below him. He’s battered around as the giant muscle swirls with devoted energy on the soft skin, and he’s practically swimming in saliva. It’s oppressively hot and moist, and even drenched he’s not able to take the heat. It’s something of a blessing that he passes out, because he’s unconscious when his captress, not even remembering that she’s trapped a living man inside her, swallows him while her focus is squarely on her lover. By the time either of them think to consider him, both of them floating in post-orgasmic bliss, her stomach has already done its work. Neither of them thought of that little man again.

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	Northwest 2/18/2013 12:37:26 AM Rating: 0 I'm pretty sure Candace is still a minor in the show, so I'm just going to assume that Doofenshmirtz used some sort of age-inator here in conjunction with his growth-inator, if that's all right.
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	Northwest 2/15/2013 12:35:50 AM Rating: 0 I'd definitely stop for her, but she could probably jog faster than I could drive.
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Northwest 2/14/2013 10:56:34 PM Rating: 2 They’d stayed in for Valentine’s Day. He made the dinner, but she was in charge of the wine. When they were in the bedroom and he started feeling woozy, she helped him onto the bed before he passed out. When he awoke, he was completely disoriented: buried under pink lace and atop a very warm, squishy mattress. He tried to squirm away, but when stopped when he heard familiar-sounding thunder. “Ohhhhh, mmmmm. Hi, honey.” He took stock of his surroundings again. Had he had too much to drink? Because the only alternative was the fact that he was a few inches tall, inside his girlfriend’s panties and on top of her pussy. “What’s going on?” She giggled at the high-pitched squeaks he made. “I shrunk you, obviously. I figured, since we’re staying home on Valentine’s Day, we should at least make it interesting, so I spiked your wine.” He sputtered incoherently at that, but all it did was make her giggle again. And, ever so slightly, make a tingle run up her spine. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be fine by tomorrow.” She ran her fingers over her crotch, almost smothering him in her increasingly moist labia. “Mmmmmm. Just think of it as our own personal couple’s suite.” As she pushed his tiny frame into her lower lips, he responded by writhing and wriggling. Soon, he was squirming his way into her vagina without her prodding, exploring her soaking cave with more amorous energy than she had ever seen in him at his full size while she stroked her clitoris. “Oh, fuuuuuck. That’s right, baby: make me happy tonight. Let me hug you, let me squeeze you, let me come all over you.” Not that he had much choice in the matter. As her passion grew, he was trapped at the very epicenter. Every move he made inside her was countered with another clench of her cunt, and each squeeze was more intense than the last. He was pushed around by her vagina like a sex toy. He was a sex toy, for all intents and purposes, and he was enjoying every minute of it. When she finally came, it was the most surreal experience he’d ever had: trapped in her hot, wet pussy as it clamped down on him, he couldn’t do anything as her cum washed over him except to drink whatever flowed into his mouth and try not to drown in her diluvian orgasm. When her titanic throes finally subsided, he felt the gentle pushing of firm muscles on him as they worked him from his lover’s vagina like he was being born once again. As he was forced from her pussy, he felt two giant fingers pinch his legs and pull. As he was dragged out from her panties and across her smooth, taut stomach, he left behind a glistening trail of his girlfriend’s juice until he was lifted up from her cleavage and in front of a gargantuan, smiling face. Her tongue poked out from her happy lips, and she licked him clean of her cum from head to toe, stopping to prod at his crotch with her soft, warm tongue. “How’d you like that, lover boy? Ready for round two?” They didn’t stop until round twenty-two.

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Northwest 2/14/2013 12:14:55 AM Rating: 0 The skin on her feet was starting to dry; fortunately, she had an insole with moisturizing capability. It was even voice-activated, too. “Lick, little man! If you’re not finished by the time I have to get up, you’re going to have to work while I’m walking, and I know how much you love that.” She was delighted to feel his little tongue brush quickly against her sole. There was trick to getting these insoles to understand your commands, but she was pretty sure she’d figured this one out already.

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	Northwest 2/13/2013 5:21:52 PM Rating: 0 You're welcome, and thank *you.* I get half my ideas from comments you made, and you're one of the few people who leaves me feedback, so I'm glad you enjoy my little blurbs.
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Northwest 2/13/2013 5:02:30 PM Rating: 0 Oh, God. Her lips are heavenly. They’re warm and just so unbelievably soft. When she closes them, my dick is massaged with the most fantastic sensation as she sucks in; when she opens them, hot, humid air wafts up, causing my skin to tingle from the contact with her sweet breath. It could be uncomfortable, stretched as I am over a gaping chasm, but the push and pull of her lips on my body as they gently open and close, playing with my insignificant form draped over them, more than compensates. And of course, when I hang over her open mouth, she can bring her tongue out from the dark depths of her mouth. From out of that cavern comes a pink monster, wet from salivating over the thought of me. The tip draws of trail of saliva over my exposed stomach. I’m ticklish, and I’m forced to squirm for her pleasure as she taunts me with further prodding. She starts to lick at my rod, already hard from our play but still with room for improvement, causing me to writhe even more energetically with frantic ecstasy. I can’t help but release my load as I orgasm, shooting down onto her waiting taste buds. She loves how I taste, but I’m so small compared to her that I can only provide a little at a time. As my cum drips onto her tongue, she moans appreciatively at the delicacy; even after having spent myself, the tremors of her pleasured groan still stimulate me to hardness again. Having so recently come, the feeling is slightly painful as my penis stretches when it should relax, but that is a small price to pay for the joy I’ve brought to my mistress.

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Northwest 2/13/2013 3:32:00 PM Rating: 0 He sat on her tongue, immobilized with terror. Was this it? Was this how his life would end: as an erotic toy for two gigantic women? The constant writhing of the brobdingnagian muscle beneath him kept him off his balance and from being able to flee. He could only watch helplessly as he was forced into a cavernous mouth. He was squeezed between one giantess’s tongue and the other’s upper lip; on all sides, he was pressed against hot, wet, and pink flesh. Suddenly trapped in humid darkness, he could only feel the intertwining tongues as they squirmed around him, trying to wrest control of his minuscule body from the other. He had no idea which gargantuan tongue was drenching him in saliva at any given time, and the feeling of disorientation was only increased as his captress moaned in pleasure, causing vibrations to rumble through her and into him like an unholy earthquake. When the tongue belonging to his current hostess finally pulled him back from her lover’s control, he could only breathe a sigh of relief (even if that sigh was made of stultifyingly hot and moist air). Unfortunately for him, having finished with that epic kiss, the giantess whose mouth he was stuck in was far too aroused to play much longer. He was swirled briefly around the vast space of her mouth before her tongue rose up, forcing him down a wet, saliva-slicked slope to her throat. With nothing to hold onto, he fell helplessly down. The last thing he felt before dropping into her stomach were the firm, all-encompassing squeezes of her esophagus.

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Northwest 2/12/2013 11:02:55 AM Rating: 2 He’s a lot better at it than you’d think. Size matters, sure, but there’s technique involved, too. And let’s be honest: it helps that I’m giving him a lot more to work with. He can literally give my clit a massage, you know, and it feels amaaazing. Foreplay, oral, he can do all that stuff no problem, and probably better than normal guys can. I mean, yeah sometimes I just want something filling my pussy. His dick’s a little small for the job, I admit (don’t tell him I said anything), but his whole body’s actually… well, you know.

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	Northwest 2/11/2013 9:15:17 PM Rating: 0 Is she: A) Reaching down to put him there, shortly to remove her hand? B) Masturbating with him? I can't decide which scenario I prefer.
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	Northwest 2/11/2013 9:11:05 PM Rating: 0 If she's not paying any attention to him, then he's not doing his job right.
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	Northwest 2/11/2013 8:50:44 PM Rating: 0 This reminded me of a scene in "The West Wing:" -Leo: "Can we really justify spending $800,000 on 'A Biocultural Approach to Female Sexual Fantasy and Genital Arousal?'" -Toby: "How can we afford not to?" I think I'm not alone in agreeing with Toby.
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Northwest 2/11/2013 1:56:12 AM Rating: 0 "All I wanted was a massage!" "And you'll get one. But your skin felt a little dry, and the dermatologist recommended this particular massage for you." He fought vainly against the material holding him in place as she continued on. "Sir, I've never had a customer who wasn't satisfied with this treatment. You might want to relax; you don't need the full treatment, but we've found that increased activity on the customer's part tends to result in... maximum moisturization. The massage part of the process will be more effective if you just relax. Do you understand?" His tiny ranting continued at the same rate. "All right, I'm going to start the treatment now." She pulled her panties tightly up to her crotch, forcing his entire body against her vulva. Her fingers pressed his body gently from the other side of the material, tapping rhythmically one at time across his back. It was very... relaxing for her. It would have been relaxing for him as well, but his insistence on unnecessary struggle had caused his head to slip into her slit. Faced with a sudden lack of air, his flailing became even more energetic. "Ohhhhhh. I suppose you want the full moisturization after all. It won't be a problem." The giant fingers beneath him changed their pattern, rubbing him into her labia a circular path. Her lips moved with him, and his head was pushed even deeper into her vagina. He got a mouthful of feminine juice as the muscles of her pussy eagerly pulled him from the pocket in her underwear and into itself. Once he was inside her up to his torso, she removed her fingers from him and moved them to a position just above where his lower body was sticking out. She began to rub them against her clitoris. "Time for the complete moisturizing and massage package. This part should hopefully feel very pleasant one for you. It's fun for us to perform it, too." He couldn't her the words of his masseuse, however. He was occupied with the increasingly rapid squeezes of her vaginal walls and the growing trickle of her fluid over his body. The roar of her body, with her heart and diaphragm pumping constantly and ever faster, overwhelmed any sound from outside his immediate surroundings. She clamped down on his upper body, holding him stiff in herself as warm juice flooded over and around him to her vaginal entrance. An earthshaking moan vibrated through her body, gently shifting him against the hot, wet inner surface of her cunt as it slowly relaxed its grip on him. He felt two pole-like fingers pinch his legs inside the pocket of the panties' crotch. They pulled, and he slid, fully lubricated, out of her pussy with a fantastic ease as he was lowered with his masseuse's underwear. Suspended between two giant legs, he lay back in the soaking pink hammock, half covered by the soft and now thoroughly wet material. "How did you enjoy your massage, sir?" He was speechless. "That's good. Now, we have to make sure that your skin remains moisturized, but we can't take you out of the pocket until you're dry; smaller bodies lose their heat too quickly, and you need to remain insulated. I expect that it should only take an hour or so." "What! Why, that's..." He stopped to reconsider his most recent memories, and decided to relax. He lay completely down and stretched himself over the entire length of her cum-soaked panties. "That's fine by me."

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	Northwest 2/10/2013 10:09:00 PM Rating: 0 In that case: I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute! (Mouthplay/vore sounds like another way of saying Hunger Games, right?)
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	Northwest 2/9/2013 3:00:24 PM Rating: 0 Would it be too pedantic to complain that this is tagged as manga even though it's from a Western-style comic book?
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	Northwest 2/9/2013 2:52:19 PM Rating: 0 Best guess is Cable & Deadpool #38.
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Northwest 2/9/2013 1:25:21 AM Rating: 0 As a last mercy, she lets him have one last hurrah. He humps against her tongue, and the hot, wet muscle writhes under him, pressing sensationally against his hardening dick. He's wrapped his arms around her tongue in a tight, desperate embrace, but she doesn't mind; his grip is barely more than hug, and in fact the gentle squeeze he's giving is more arousing than anything. But he can't hold out against the outrageously soft and firm ministrations of her tongue, and he cums like there's no tomorrow (which, for him, is true). As his semen drips down her taste buds, it elicits moans of idle pleasure at the taste. Those vibrations, earthquakes to him, combine with post-orgasmic relaxation to loosen his hold on the still-squirming pink muscle. He lets go, unable to keep up the struggle, and his erstwhile mattress pushes him to his captress's throat. Her lips close and he's trapped in complete darkness inside her mouth, until he's pushed down into her esophagus. She groans at the feeling of his tiny body slipping through her. The vibrations and the all-encompassing squeeze from her muscular tube are too much for him, and he cums again before he reaches her stomach. How lucky is he?

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	Northwest 2/9/2013 1:05:12 AM Rating: 0 How many licks does it take to get to the cream of a tiny man-pop?
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	Northwest 2/5/2013 12:04:38 PM Rating: 0 You're welcome, and thank you!
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Northwest 2/4/2013 7:06:05 PM Rating: 0 Jenn and Michael were happily married, but the last few months had been pretty hectic. Michael was working on a contract job, and Jenn was a paralegal while also working on her JD. They didn't have a lot of free time, but Michael's contract period had ended and Jenn had one of her few free nights: they were going to make tonight special. To celebrate the completion of his contract (and the accompanying bonus), Jenn agreed to indulge in his fetish and splurge on getting some shrinking pills. He had to go to a doctor and get a prescription for them, and since their limited insurance didn't include shrinking as a valid treatment for ED, it was fairly expensive. Finally, Jenn got home from work that Friday night and date night went into full gear: candlelit dinner, music, flowers, everything. Once they were in the bedroom, she put on her laciest, thinnest lingerie while he sat on a stool, waiting for the pill he'd taken at dinner to kick in. "Mike, aren't you going to change?" "Not yet, honey. Just wait." He felt the effects of the medication begin to permeate through his body, and he noticed that his clothes were feeling looser than they'd been only moments ago. His point of view began to lower, and in just a few short minutes he was so small that his clothing had fallen off him and the stool. "I guess you're changed now, honey?" Jenn giggled. "Then let's get this show on the--" Her cell phone rang. "It's the firm. Sorry, honey, this should just take a minute." Michael would have been more annoyed at the delay if he weren't still utterly fascinated with his new position in the world. Everything looked different when you were only a few inches tall. His wife looked even more gorgeous as a giant than as normal-sized person, and he hadn't thought that was possible. He just stared at her while she was on the phone, completely entranced and absolutely not paying attention to what she was saying until she hung up. "Shit. Michael, there's something at work that's just come up. I have to go now." She looked as angry as he'd ever seen her, and it was, for him, both terrifying and arousing. He tried imagining how his giantess wife might punish him if her anger were directed toward him. Ooh. He shivered in delight. And then her words sank in. "But what about tonight? We just spent a small fortune on this!" A smile spontaneously broke out on her face. "Oh my god, you're squeaking! You sound so precious!" "Come on, Jenn! We've got to do this now." "I don't think you can tell me what to do, little man." Ooooh. Another shiver ran down his spine. "I have to go in to work. But you're right, we can't waste this." Her expression changed from firm to thoughtful, "I have an idea. I assume you'll like it, but it doesn't really matter because I want to do it." It wasn't her fetish, but she was really getting the into being a giantess. She stood over the stool, looming over him like a colossus and pulling the crotch of her black thong to one side. "What are you... No, wait! Don't!" He was only half-serious; he wasn't sure exactly what he was getting into, but this was exactly how he'd wanted his wife play into his fantasy. "Oh Mikey, I can see why you like this. I'm getting hot." He could see that. Not only was she lowering herself closer and closer to him, but she was holding her pussy lips wide open, and it was frighteningly easy to see that she was getting wet from this. The pink slit was grimacing at him, clearly drooling at the thought of swallowing him whole. "Now just hold still. And... there!" She dropped entirely onto the cushion, and her outstretched labia engulfed her miniature husband in the biggest, sloppiest kiss she'd ever given him. She thought he felt delicious as he struggled to get out. For his part, he was so captivated that his mind was devoid of all thought except for admiration; his flailing movements were his body's automatic reaction to being trapped under a relative hundred tons of woman. "Oh Mikey, you feel so great down there. Prove to me that size doesn't matter. But I've got to go now." "Wait, don't go!" "Oh my god! I have no idea what you said, but your tiny body was vibrating like heaven. Keep doing it!" "I said, Don't--" At that moment, he felt a huge finger press against him, pushing him further into her cavernous cunt until only his head and upper torso remained outside it. "Honey, I've got to get dressed before I go back to work. I hope you don't mind." A snap right above his ears and a sudden darkness told me that she'd let her panties close around him. He finally figured out her plan, and it was time to embrace his role in it. As she put on work-appropriate attire, she could feel her toy husband squirming around in her crotch. He was kicking his legs inside her vagina, he was massaging her vulva with his free arms, and... "Fuck. Ohhhh." And he seemed to be motorboating against her now completely engorged clitoris. It was taking all her willpower not to bring her hand down and masturbate over her husband. He didn't need help with doing his job, and she had her own job to get to. Before she walked out the door, she pulled open her pants to ask him one last thing. "Hey, is this going to be a see-your-doctor-if-it-lasts-longer-than-four-hours sort of thing?" Michael hadn't read all of the warning labels on the bottle, but this was one he had; he'd wanted to be damn sure about how long this golden opportunity would last. His shouted answer was barely a squeak to her, and she could more easily feel the vibrations of his body as he yelled up to her. "Oh no, you're my goddess for the next 24 hours!" He could see her face leaning over her open panties; she had her professional face on, and her expression was almost completely neutral, but he could just make out the upturned corners of her lips and a devious gleam in her eyes. "Great." She stuck a finger down in her underwear. Michael felt it push on his head at the same time as a tug from her vaginal muscles pulled on his lower body. A second later, he was completely swallowed. "But actually, I'm always your goddess." She closed her pants, walked over to the car, and drove to the office. Instead of a long boring night of arcane legal documents, she had the unbelievable and secret pleasure of being worshipped by a full grown man entirely possessed by her. When another paralegal asked why she was so gung ho about this after being called in on a Friday night, she told her, quite honestly, that her husband was an understanding man. "He knows how to make these things better." "So you'll be doing something with him later?" "If he's still up to it by then." "Of course he will be: he's a guy." Jenn gave her co-worker a puzzling smirk. "Oh, but he's very busy right now." Very busy.

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Northwest 2/3/2013 11:48:53 PM Rating: 0 "We've got some good news and some bad news. "The bad news is that Kayla's sorta drunk, she accidentally broke the growth gun, and you might be stuck like this for the rest of your life. "The good news is that Kayla's sorta drunk, you're probably going to get intoxicated just from her breath, and the rest of your life might not be too long anyway. "(And the great news is that both of you feel fantastic right now.)"

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	Northwest 2/3/2013 11:41:04 PM Rating: 0 She told her asshole ex-boyfriend that they would get back together if he managed to climb the length of her body, from toe to head. She didn't tell him that halfway through, he'd be spelunking instead.
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	Northwest 2/1/2013 7:38:26 PM Rating: 0 That expression says to me, "This guy doesn't appreciate what I'm doing for him. You, though: you know you'd be lucky to be in his place. And maybe, just maybe, you'll be a lucky guy tonight."
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	Northwest 2/1/2013 1:42:59 AM Rating: 0 By the time she got home from the doctor's office, it was already early in the evening, and her girlfriend was just getting back from work. She told her girlfriend that they needed to have sex before dinner. "Doctor's orders. Don't worry; you'll still get to eat."
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	Northwest 2/1/2013 1:10:29 AM Rating: 0 "That's cute, but I think I know a better place to bury you. Here, let me show you."
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	Northwest 2/1/2013 1:04:44 AM Rating: 0 Not only could that man be the luckiest man in the world, but he could be about to get even luckier.
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Northwest 1/31/2013 11:33:26 AM Rating: 2 "Hey, guess what I've just caught: a tiny perv!" "What are you talking about?" "Oh, that's right, you've never been here for spring break before, have you?" "No, my parents wouldn't let me until I was in college. Never really explained why." "Heh, then good thing you're in college now, because this should be educational." She lifted her foot, and now visible under its shadow was an unbelievably small human-shaped figure lying prone in the sand. Suddenly, it started pulling it self up, struggling to get its balance on shifting sand. "Holy shit! It's a person!" "This, Megan, is what we call a tiny perv." She tapped his back with a big toe almost as big as his body, sending him back down sprawling with his face in the sand. "Guys come to this beach to perv on all the hot college girls--" "Such as us." "Of course. They come here to watch us but they don't want to get caught doing it, so they shrink themselves down to a few inches tall to be as inconspicuous as possible." The little man was, at that moment, accordingly trying to crawl away from these women without being seen. Unfortunately, his captress chose that moment to bring her foot entirely back down on him. "And if they can get away with it, then good for them, I guess. But some of them are just so pervy that they can't help themselves and get too close and get caught. By us. Like this guy." She ground her sole on top of him, rubbing him gently into the sand. "Is he going to be all right?" "Oh, yeah. We don't hurt the guys, but I found this one staring at my feet. He's probably loving it. But yeah, if they get caught, then they're basically fair game for us to play with." "Like how?" "Well, this guy likes my feet, right? So if I'm feeling nice, I just keep playing with him like this. He gets off on it, and I like the feeling I get when I have a guy I can control like this. It's pretty hot." "If you say so." "I do say so. But there are other ways of playing with them if that's not your thing. I know!" Lifting her foot, she leaned forward and shot an arm out toward her little toy. Picking him up, she dangled in him one hand as she dusted him free of sand with the other. "What are you doing that for?" "You'll see." She suddenly reached over to Megan, pulled open the front of her bikini bottom, and dropped the shrunken man inside before letting it snap back shut. "What the hell, Dana!?" "Just wait a second, okay?" Once she was paying to attention, she noticed that the tiny perv was wiggling frantically inside her bikini and against her... Oh. "Ohhhhhh, that feels nice." "I know, right? This is why we come here every spring break." "Oh man, can I keep him here?" "For a bit. I mean, I found him, but this is your first time here so I'll let you have him. But you really can't keep him longer than 'til tomorrow. The police here are usually cool about this stuff, but they get pissy if it turns into, like, kidnapping or something." "So, like if I wanted to go back to the hotel right now...?" "You two lovers knock yourselves out. If that's what you're into. We'll stay out here for maybe another hour or so, see if we can't find any more guys for us. Have fun." "Oh, I will."

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	Northwest 1/30/2013 1:39:37 AM Rating: 0 make *it fun
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	Northwest 1/30/2013 1:38:58 AM Rating: 0 Everyone would be happier if I could trade places with the man in this situation: he wouldn't be where he doesn't want to be, I'd be where I want to be, and Veronica would have someone who would still have the energy to make fun inside her pussy.
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Northwest 1/30/2013 1:17:00 AM Rating: 0 She can feel the tiny rapping of his fists through the plastic, but nothing he does will convince her to let him go. Let him *out*, maybe. She's up for anything as long as it doesn't diminish the feeling of unhindered power she's getting from toying with her (former) coworker using the lowliest part of her body. Not that she doesn't take great care of her feet, naturally; frankly, he's lucky to get such a fantastic view of her soft, smooth skin. Maybe she'll make him maintain her pedicured toes. It would be a fitting job for him, after all the absurd flattery he showered on their boss got him the promotion that should have been hers by merit. A little feet cleaning, and maybe just a little groveling, should be right up his alley. And hey, he was always bugging her to have coffee with him. If that meant what she thought it meant (and it always means that), then he should be grateful that she's taking him to her apartment once she gets off from work. And even if he's not, she doesn't really care; he'll learn soon that he's lucky enough not to be just a stain under her foot.

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	Northwest 1/30/2013 12:27:39 AM Rating: 0 I've had the fantasy of wanting to be worn like a piercing since before I was old enough to think of it as sexual. If I were in this guy's position, I would be unbelievably thrilled.
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Northwest 1/29/2013 2:03:49 AM Rating: 8 "Oops! Sorry, little guy. I didn't mean to drop you. But... since you're already down there, why don't you help me out?" She pulls her panties back up to her crotch, forcing him between the taut fabric and her vulva. "I'm going to keep pulling these tighter, little guy. You can stay there if you want, 'cause honestly you feel incredibly good right there. But if it gets too uncomfortable, I don't mind if you make some room for yourself in my pussy." He'd be almost completely immobile were it not for the increasing flow of her juices that are naturally lubricating him. As it is, he'd rather stay outside of her. Unfortunately for him, his legs have slipped through her lips and into her vaginal entrance, and the ever-pressing cotton wall is forcing him deeper inside. "Ooooooh, yeah. Little guy's not shy about what he wants. I like that. How about I help you out?" The pressure of her panties stops as she brings a few tree-trunk-like fingers down to her hapless playmate, fitting them around his tiny form and giving him a good shove into her vagina. His head remains outside where, in light filtered through his captress's pink, lacy panties, he can see her gargantuan fingers play energetically with her clit. Light brushes of her immaculately manicured nails against her sensitive nub are enough to induce body-constricting squeezes from her pulsating cunt. "GOD, you feel great. So glad you went with option two. Ohhhhh..." He's thinking that this is the worse it's going to get, but he's wrong. "I bet you want all the way in, don't you, little guy? I can help out with that." One finger slides from her engorged clit down the length of her slit, picking up her juice on its way to his head. The sticky tip lands gently on his head, instantly soaking his hair. She pushes him in with just the tiniest effort, and suddenly he's entirely in the grip of her pussy's spasming muscles. It's sensory overload: the heat, the scent, the wetness, and the noises of her giant body frequently added to by moans that he senses mainly as tremors. His struggles to break free, but that only seems to exacerbate the situation; everything he does just arouses her further. As he tires and his efforts weaken, she's reaching climax. He can barely move; she's clamping down on him. He can barely breathe; she's flooding him with her cum. All he can do is limply allow her cunt to have its way with him, letting it hug him tightly in a fleshy, form-fitting grip as his world crashes around him in seismic ecstasy. Finally, it calms. Her pussy idly squeezes him in a peaceful rhythm, slowly moving him through to the entrance in a more sedate sort of birthing. Two fingers reach in and pluck him out of her vagina and then out of her now-soaked panties. She's lying down on her bed now, and he flies above the landscape of her body until he's placed gently between two smooth, mountainous breasts. He lies in her cleavage, too tired to move at all. "That was great, little guy. I thought you might like some rest after that. It can't be easy getting a girl to cum when you're as small as you are, so I figure we could both use a nap." She lets one hand fall protectively over her little lover, keeping him warm and making her feel even closer to him. "Sweet dreams, little guy."

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Northwest 1/29/2013 1:02:02 AM Rating: 0 In the left half, he seems to think he can handle her. She's unimpressed, and her face silently says, "Oh, really?" In the right half, she's decided to give him a try: "You think you can handle my pussy? It's swallowed dildos bigger than you, but be my guest." In what I would hope would be the third image, his feet are the only part of him sticking out of her lips, and she's brought her finger to bear in order to press the rest of him inside. She's smirking, and you can tell from her expression that she's thinking "When I said 'be my guest,' I meant it literally. Enjoy your stay; I know I will."

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Northwest 1/29/2013 12:47:37 AM Rating: 0 John awoke when he felt his bed (it felt scratchier than normal) shift underneath him. He groggily started to get up, only to find that his leg was caught in the... rope? What the hell? The realization that he was not where he was supposed to be and worse, that his leg was entangled in some patch of overgrown grass, made his brain jump from asleep to alert in just a few seconds. The surface moved beneath him, and he heard a thunderous groan from behind him, vibrating through the ground. A... tired groan? Comprehension, having been delayed a few moments by a combination of tiredness and the impossibility of it all, was quick: he was stuck in the pubic hair of his now gigantic aunt Cathy. Or rather, as bizarre ideas urgently pounded through his brain like they were ordinary thoughts, he was shrunken and stuck in the pubic hair of his merely relatively gigantic aunt. His very first instinct was, understandably if not entirely logically, to think about how incredibly inappropriate his current position was. He was right above a relative's vagina! In trying, to get out of this predicament, however, he ended tugging erratically and hopelessly on the coarse hairs that had ensnared him. And, unfortunately for him, the sensation he was providing his aunt was pulling her out of her sleep. It was right before 6 AM, and she would've been woken up by almost anything. Even though it was Sunday (and Mother's Day, to boot!), Cathy didn't like sleeping in because it messed with her sleep schedule. When she felt some unusual tingles through her lightening slumber, she let loose a resigned moan and limply lifted an arm to check and preemptively disarm her alarm clock: it two minutes before six. As she slowly woke up, she noticed that the feeling just above her crotch was still going steady. Her eyes focused downward, the light from her bedside lamp clearly illuminating a tiny figure struggling to free himself from her patch. He was so preoccupied with his trouble that he didn't notice the hand floating above him until it had plucked him up and pulled him out of her hair with no trouble at all. Once she brought him to dangle over her face, she got a better look at him. "Johnny, is that you?" "Aunt Cathy, what's going on?!" He wasn't visibly panicking, but his tone, cracking strongly from the fact that he was at the peak of adolescence, betrayed his shock and fear. Cathy, on the other hand, was letting her baser self get the better of her, and the smirk growing on her face worried John. "Well, if I had to guess, I think your cousin Melanie decided to use her science fair project to get her mom a wonderful Mother's Day gift." "G... gif... gift?" "Uh huh. She probably figured that, ever since your mom passed, you'd need some maternal figure to honor today, and I'm the closest you have. So I guess you're going to take care of me today." "Take care of? I don... I don't understand." "Well, not just today, either. But I mean that I have needs that you're going to fulfill, or more simply, just fill. Don't worry; I'll take care of you, too. You don't have to worry about anything anymore except taking care of me." She lowered him quickly back down to her crotch. This time, however, he was placed further down and on top of her labia. She rubbed him against herself, and slowly but surely he began to slip inside her pussy. His little squirms, while objectively insignificant, felt spectacular. "Mmmmmmm. I'll keep you warm and safe, John. You just have to make me feel good. OH, oh, ohhhhhhh... We take care of each other. You know, that's sort of what Mother's Day is all about."

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Northwest 1/26/2013 12:12:37 PM Rating: 2 She deliberately slipped him in only halfway; with his arms and torso free, his attempts to escape her vagina's overwhelming grip are focused rather than random and panicky. Specifically, he's trying to pull himself out by grabbing for her increasingly protruding clitoris. It feels so good. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately for him, every tug he makes causes her pussy to spasm in delight, clenching his tiny form even harder and pulling him just a little further into her hot, wet depths. With every millimeter he loses to her cunt, he tries to hold on to her clit with even more frantic strength, resulting in yet another pull from her firm grip. It's a delicious, vicious circle. It can't last. Eventually, his only handhold gets too slippery, and he's lost too much ground besides. He's slowly swallowed by vertical lips that, hungry for his body, are going to chew on him with muscles completely entombing him. But he'll live; she doesn't let her toys go to waste so easily, and she'll be using this toy for a long time.

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	Northwest 1/23/2013 12:59:09 AM Rating: 0 When she'd caught him cheating on her, he knew that their relationship was over. What caught him by surprise was precisely how she responded. "If you're not getting enough pussy, I can fix that." She definitely fixed it.
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Northwest 1/21/2013 12:56:48 AM Rating: 2 "You worried about falling off my finger, little guy?" She was gazing down at him with a curious mixture of disdain and desire, while he was staring up at a face larger than a billboard with no small amount of shock. Only a few minutes earlier, he'd been a normal, five foot ten man, and suddenly here he was holding on for dear life to a finger bigger than he was. Had she shrunk him herself, or was it simply random, staggeringly unlikely chance? Was it magic? Some advanced technology? Before he could get answers, she continued with her one-sided dialogue. "Don't like heights, then? Just hold on for a moment and I'll put that finger somewhere lower for you." He gripped instinctively even tighter as he was whisked past her tattooed chest and down between her legs. He watched with dawning comprehension as the fingers of her other gargantuan hand spread open her labia. "Oh SHI-" Squelch. Using the pressure of her vaginal walls, she stripped him off her finger as she withdrew it from herself. His frantic struggles provided a wonderful tingling sensation as she brought her finger up to her mouth to lick it clean. "Mmmm. Don't worry, little guy; I won't let you fall. You can stay in there as long as you like."

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	Northwest 1/15/2013 11:50:35 AM Rating: 0 "Hurry up, worm. You're only good for squirming around in tunnels, so get in. Now. "
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	Northwest 1/14/2013 12:01:30 AM Rating: 0 Let's see... shrunk to a couple of inches tall, hogtied to a pendant, dangled between the breasts of a (justifiably) confident and beautiful woman who seems to love the level of power she has over him? I'll trade places with him right now.
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Northwest 1/13/2013 11:50:25 PM Rating: 0 "You know why you're here, young man." He didn't respond. There wasn't really anything he could say; with every passing moment, he was being pulled a little deeper into the hot, wet confines of his guidance counselor's vagina. In fact, he was really paying less attention to her words and more attention to the vice-like grip of her pussy as it squeezed more and more of his body into hers. "You called Mrs. Johnson a 'cunt.' You know it's inappropriate to call anyone, including and especially your English teacher, the C-word." He was now trapped up to his torso and he was beginning to panic. He struggled and squirmed ineffectually. His lower half was being held so completely that his attempts at kicking were laughable (and actually, in managing to tickle her, he did cause some slightly thunderous giggles), while his flailing outside and on her lips only managed to turn her on and speed up his predicament. "So I have to take you out of class and take time out of my schedule just to teach you the appropriate use of language. This isn't a good use of anyone's time, but you have to learn: your teacher is not a cunt; your girlfriend is not a cunt; I am not a cunt." The only part of him remaining outside her labia was his head; the rest of him was entombed inside her. He could see a giant finger, with a nail larger than his head, slowly approach him. The pad of her finger landed gently on his head. "This is a cunt." She pushed, and he was entirely swallowed by his guidance counselor's cunt.

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	Northwest 1/12/2013 11:09:18 AM Rating: 0 Thank you!
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Northwest 1/10/2013 11:49:08 PM Rating: 0 She'd seen her boyfriend out with another woman, so when he came over to her place, she slipped a potion in his beer and let it work its magic. It was a gorgeous late afternoon, and they were out on the balcony when it finally took effect. She was greatly amused by the fact that he shrank out of his clothing. "Oh, getting naked, are we? Feeling frisky? Well, I know I am!" Lifting up her short dress and pulling aside her panties, she began forcefully stuffing him into herself headfirst. She was... disinclined to be careful. "Ohhh, get in there, you bastard! OH! You think you can cheat on me? Well, I — FUCK — I think it's time for us to start seeing other peop-AHHH." He was almost entirely inside her vagina, trapped by muscles that constricted him without mercy. She could feel him struggling to break loose, and it only made her feel hotter. Only his feet were sticking out; when she brushed his soles with the tips of her fingernails, his movements became even more frenzied. "GOD! That feels great. How about you? Do you — yessssss like that, you cheating asshole? You're lucky that's not where I put you. But don't thank me just yet." She stopped tickling his feet and let her black underwear snap back into place. "Like I said, if you think — ohhhhh yeahhhhh — it's time to see other people, I can arrange — ughhhh — that. I think I'll go out tonight and see if I can find a man who actually wants to fuck me." She got up, but with some difficulty; her toy's constant squirming was making it hard for her to walk straight. "Oh, baby, you feel so good for being a little cock. But who knows? Maybe you just need to see what a real man's dick can do for me." She wasn't sure if he could even hear her from inside her pussy, but she could swear that she felt his wiggling become even more panicked at her words. "We'll just see tonight, won't we?"

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Northwest 1/10/2013 12:00:18 PM Rating: 0 When she placed him on the outside of her vulva, he couldn't think of her except as a mountain, with an intricate series of caves and tunnels just on the other side of her labia. Finally, when she opened her vast lips and he fell into her pulsating vagina as it forced him into her with overwhelming squeezes, his last thought was that she was like some monster from long-forgotten mythology, swallowing people whole as if they were utterly unimportant next to its own desires.

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	Northwest 1/10/2013 11:54:35 AM Rating: 0 At first, when she'd been far away, he could think of her as a person. As she got closer and closer, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was more like a goddess, giant and indifferent to human life.
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Northwest 1/7/2013 12:58:50 AM Rating: 2 When I was younger, before I knew that I was a macrophile (or that macrophilia even existed), I had this fantasy. I wanted to be worn, preferably as a piercing, on a giantess's body. I wanted to adorn her like jewelry and be just an ornament to her. Before I even knew why I wanted it, I wanted to be so inconsequential to a woman that she could just put me on her body and leave me there until she decided to take me off.

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Northwest 1/6/2013 1:10:39 AM Rating: 0 "Come on, Mark, I need to go downstairs for my shower and you're standing in my way." Her giggle at that ridiculous notion was distant thunder to the man on the step below. She lifted her foot above Mark, her sole hovering above him and completely blocking his view of the rest of her. The implied threat of that move was at odds with the bubbly, cutesy tone she was using to speak to him. "See, look how dirty my little feet are. Oh, I know! You're in my way 'cause want to clean them yourself!" She quickly dropped her foot down on top him, trapping his head between her long toes as he lay imprisoned between the step and her warm skin. He fought vainly to break free. "What, you don't want to lick my toes clean? I guess there is a lot of gunk there. How about instead, you come with me to the shower and be my loofah? Sound good? Great!"

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	Northwest 1/6/2013 12:45:35 AM Rating: 6 "All I want to do is kiss you," she'd said. "No tongue, just with my lips," she'd said. "I'm not going to eat you," she'd said. He was being swallowed by the biggest pussy he'd ever encountered, but even he had to admit that she hadn't technically lied to him.
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Northwest 1/5/2013 4:08:16 PM Rating: 0 "It is appropriate, bug, that you worship the bottom of your Mistress's foot. You are hardly worthy to approach my perfect body, but it would be an easy mistake for me to make if my sole were to step on you instead of the ground. You are less than dirt, fit not even to touch the lowest part of your Mistress. But I am gracious, and I will allow you to clean my feet. Now lick."

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	Northwest 1/4/2013 11:02:26 PM Rating: 0 Maybe she's shaking the passengers out of the back and just eating them? And should Xane and GiantessQueenAmy ever get around to teaming up and taking on a city, I hope you'll give us sufficient warning to let us get there in time to watch, and participate, in person.
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	Northwest 1/3/2013 9:57:51 PM Rating: 0 I think my sister used to live next door to that building after Georgia Tech got it from GSU. Seeing this picture is making me disappointed that no giantesses showed up during any of our visits. (The most unbelievable part of this image is that I-75 has so little traffic.)
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Northwest 1/3/2013 11:15:56 AM Rating: 2 She was leaving the bar when this drunken asshole started harassing her, so she whipped out a small canister from her purse. Spraying a concentrated mist into his face, she watched as the lout rapidly shrunk in size from six feet down to an inch. She had to dig through his clothes in order to pick him up, and she dropped him into her purse along with the spray can. Before she closed it and trapped him in total darkness, he had just enough time to read part of the label: "...ll him to pick on someone his own size!" He had no idea how much time had passed while being jostled around in her bag, but finally the bag opened back up. He blinked furiously at the sudden increase in light, and because of that he didn't see the giant fingers coming for him. His captress lifted him to just in front of her face, and if he hadn't been half-blinded and then disoriented from his flight over her body, he would have noticed that she was lying on a bed larger than a football field and wearing only a bra and panties. If he'd been completely sober, he might have been able to figure out the implications of those facts, but as it was he could only hang passively from fingers longer than he was tall. "Well, little man, I think I'm actually glad that you're such a jackass. I couldn't find anyone I liked at that bar; I thought I was going to have to come home alone. Thanks to you, I didn't have to." Her words rumbled over him, their meaning not entirely comprehended by the tiny man dangling before her moving lips, mesmerizingly opening wide enough to swallow him. "In other words, I'm a big woman and I'm gonna need a lot of attention from you." She lowered him down to her crotch as she peeled her panties aside with her other hand. It wasn't until she dropped him onto the soft cotton in front of her labia that he understood even slightly what was about to happen to him. Drunk or not, he knew what wet pussy looked like, and the string of fluid from her lips to a finger that pulled her panties aside was a dead giveaway. "Oh, no no no no no!" He tried to back away from her pussy, but was stopped by a wall of white fabric. "Oh, yes yes yes, little man." She could only barely make out his screams of terror. "I'm horny and you're going to help me out with that." She let her underwear snap back, pressing his panicking form into her soaking labia. "Mmmmmmm." His struggles felt delicious, and she couldn't resist rubbing a few fingers over him, pushing him deeper into her soft, warm flesh. He was fighting for his life, forced against giant lips eager to swallow him and which were encouraged enthusiastically in that endeavor by giant fingers from outside his cotton prison. He had no intelligent way of reacting to this situation; being shrunk was completely beyond him sober, and being inserted bodily into a woman's panties as she wore them was utterly the last thing his inebriated mind could fathom. All he could think to do was flail wildly and hope he broke free. Not surprisingly, this course of action proved to be counterproductive when he lodged his feet inside her vaginal opening. "Ooooooh, yeah. Keep it up, little man." His struggles only served to arouse her, both physically and mentally: his tiny twitches were hitting all the right places, and his complete helplessness inspired the most wonderful feelings of control and power. A man was being worked, slowly but certainly, into her vagina and soon she would have a whole person encompassed entirely by her own body. If that wasn't the ultimate expression of domination, what was? The sensations she was feeling were so perfect and so physically powerful that her body was pulling in its victim without any conscious thought from her. Down below, he was almost entirely swallowed in her cunt. All that remained was his head, and that too was soon submerged as her fingers and pussy worked in concert to insert him fully into her. It was steaming inside her, hot and humid to an unbearable degree. It was so wet that that he might have had to swim were the pulsing walls not clamping down so tightly around him. His senses were overloaded by the smell, taste and even the sound of her. He didn't pass out only because he was aware, if only subconsciously, that he was in a life-or-death situation, and the adrenaline now coursing through his system fueled his frantic attempts to save himself. He fought against the constrictions of her vagina with a fervor that he had never had before in his life. She could barely feel him. She assumed he was struggling with all of his feeble strength, but all she knew for certain was that he was inside her. Maybe he was far too small to physically please her cunt, but he was the perfect size to push her over the edge mentally: she couldn't even feel an entire person trapped in her cunt! How was she supposed to contain that feeling of power? She couldn't. "FUCK! AHHHHHHHH!" Orgasm overtook her, and her body heaved as her vagina clenched as tightly as it could on the tiny body responsible for these sensations. Her hips gyrated, lifting up and then slamming back down to the bed. Trapped in her cunt, the little man was experiencing a massive earthquake from a subterranean perspective. Instead of being flung about, he was squeezed tightly as the walls pressed as close as they could. Adding to the apocalyptic atmosphere was a deluge of her cum, shooting through the narrow barrel of her clenched cunt. Even her titanic muscles weren't able to keep him from being flooded out with her juices. He was launched by the pressure out of her pussy and onto the wall of her underwear. Even drenched and almost drowned in her cum and now stuck to her panties by a sticky mass of fluid, he was able to relax; Her orgasm was subsiding and he was breathing, however laboriously, relatively fresh air. Once she had calmed down, she opened her panties and saw a tiny body painted to the crotch of her underwear. He was battered, bruised, and somehow still breathing. The sadistic pleasure she took from that scene notwithstanding, she couldn't help but smile. "I didn't think you'd survive, little man. I guess we'll see how you do in round two!"

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	Northwest 1/3/2013 9:33:01 AM Rating: 0 Is anyone else seei ng weird time stamps? I'm getting a countdown (countup?) that I think is starting from negative 7200 seconds.
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Northwest 1/3/2013 9:29:57 AM Rating: 0 She slipped her insole, gagged and partially bound, feet-first into the toe of her shoe. She was off to work and was going to be on her feet for the next few hours. It was torture: she was constantly resting her weight on his dick and lifting it ever so slightly, forcefully massaging it with every step she took. Immobile, he could do nothing to relieve the pressure threatening to burst his groin. It was, really, the best kind of torture.

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Northwest 1/3/2013 12:31:05 AM Rating: 2 Tangled in the wiry forest of her pubic hair, Todd fought with all his insignificant strength to break free before she trapped him there. Unfortunately for him, all he was doing was squirming around just above her most sensitive parts. "OOH, little man! You've gotta lot of energy, I'll give you that. I can put you to better use, though." Using a fingernail almost the size of his whole body, she pushed him down lower through her hair until he was right in front of her slit before letting her panties snap shut. Not only did his struggles increase, but now he was even closer to her pussy and clit. Having buttoned her jeans back up, she rubbed two fingers over the denim crotch, forcing him further into her lips. "Mmm MMM, little man! I could just keep you here all day!"

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Northwest 1/3/2013 12:11:18 AM Rating: 0 He looked up along with everyone else on the sidewalk. There she was, looking down on them with a curious gleam in her eyes. But that's not what he saw. He saw a goddess with taut, lightly bronzed fields of skin; gorgeous, mountainous breasts whose vastness was barely contained by her top; a long, flowing forest of silky, brown hair so immense that it blew only gently in the strong winds only those heights experience. The sole floating above him was unbelievably smooth and the foot perfectly proportioned. He saw power incarnate, he saw beauty made flesh, and he saw the indifferent ravages of the universe personified. To see her was a spiritual experience for him. For her, seeing the throng of little people underneath her foot was nothing special at all. "Say your prayers, tinies." He prayed to her, asking to spend the rest of his life with her. She unknowingly granted it seconds later. Her foot crashed down on the crowd, grinding everyone under the warm, soft skin of her sole.

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	Northwest 1/2/2013 7:18:02 PM Rating: 0 Can you imagine being on an observation deck on either of those buildings? But I can't decide which one I'd rather be on!
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Northwest 1/2/2013 7:07:37 PM Rating: 0 From a comment left by gcouest on Docop's DeviantArt page for this collage: "She can't help but laugh at his attempts to get into her panties; he's so puny! But even so, his efforts feel wonderful through the thin lace separating him from her labia. The thrusts from his hips — he must be desperately eager — don't do more than prod at her lower lips through the white mesh, but the simple fact that he's so helpless to do anything other than hang onto her underwear is incredibly arousing. Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac, after all. Eventually, she has pity on him. Or rather, she becomes so turned on that she just has to pick him up and drop him inside the panties. He wriggles his way through her hair into her slit and... WOW. He feels spectacular! She brings her hand down and rubs him from the other side of the lacy material, forcing him deeper into herself. Meanwhile, he loves what she's doing with him; he would've done it himself if he weren't so much smaller than her. He squirms around inside her, eager to please her even as he pleases himself. They each love the sensations that the other brings: she gives him warm, all-encompassing squeezes; he gives her an unmatched sense of erotic control over a lover small enough to fit in her own body. For both of them, it's heaven."

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	Northwest 1/2/2013 6:51:14 PM Rating: 0 You know, depending on how much bigger you (or any giantess) are, I'm not sure I can think of a hole I wouldn't want to go in.
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Northwest 1/2/2013 10:45:18 AM Rating: 0 "Hey, little guy, how's it coming along? I'm going to be heading downtown with the girls once I'm done with this chapter and if you're not done licking my feet clean by then, you'll have to ride in my shoe and finish the job while I'm out. "And who knows? If we go out dancing, my feet are probably going to get hot and sweaty. At least you won't get thirsty, right?"

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Northwest 1/2/2013 8:43:35 AM Rating: 2 Holding her little man in one hand, she stepped into the tub and sat down. "We're going to play a game: we're going to act out a scene from one of my favorite movies. Do you know what that is?" He shook his head no, but that didn't mean he didn't know what sort of scene would be acted out. Bath or no bath, he would be getting very wet very soon. "It has such a great title for our game, too: 'Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.' And this," she continued as she reached down outside the tub and picked up a dildo several times bigger than his own body, "is the Bomb." "You'll be Slim Pickens' character. He rides the bomb down from the plane till it explodes." She placed him on the dildo so he straddled it, and promptly lowering both her toys down to her pussy, she began shoving them into herself. "I'll be the explosion." While the little man found it difficult to stay in character during the repeated and forceful insertions into her steaming pussy, his mistress was able to play her part perfectly. With one last push of the Bomb and its passenger into her vagina, her muscles clamped down on her toys in the throes of orgasm. Her cum shot through her cunt, flooding her little man as he was jammed between clear plastic and pink flesh. It flowed around him and out her slit, the pressure caused by her occupied tunnel making it squirt out farther than normal. She drew the dildo out of herself, but the little man had slipped off in her pussy. She laughed. "Are you staying in my mine shaft 'cause you're worried about the radiation outside? I think there's a scene about repopulating the earth in mine shafts. Let's act out that one now."

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Northwest 1/2/2013 1:10:04 AM Rating: 0 She plopped her little man into the open maw of her bikini bottom. "Be a dear and entertain me, would you?" Having been thoroughly trained not to speak except when absolutely necessary, the little man waved up at his mistress's face to acknowledge her command. She let the elastic snap shut, forcing his squirming, muscular frame into her lips. She looked back up; there was no point in paying any more attention to her toy than was necessary. He knew what he was supposed to do, and she had every reason to expect him to do it without being told twice. Just as he'd been taught, he wriggled his arms under her clitoral hood at the same time as he shoved his legs into her vagina with as much strength as his tiny body could muster. Tightly gripping her hardening clit, he pulled his legs out of her until only his feet remained inside, and then pushing out with his arms he slammed himself back in. These unusual pull-ups had two purposes: first, to maintain his firm build; second, to stimulate his mistress's clitoris and pussy simultaneously as he alternately pulled at the former and entered the latter. After a typically gorgeous orgasm, she gazed possessively at her man's body, his taut skin shining with her cum as he lay recovering on the towel between her legs. It was, she reflected, a very enjoyable workout for her.

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	Northwest 1/1/2013 2:18:37 PM Rating: 0 "Well, little man, you have two options. You can stay on my girlfriend's tongue and go back inside her lips, or you can join me and play on MY lips instead. Your choice, but I think we both know which one you'd prefer."
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	Northwest 1/1/2013 11:51:29 AM Rating: 0 Oh, and if there's anything in particular you like to do or see done in stories, let me know and I'll do my best to make sure your will is done.
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	Northwest 1/1/2013 11:14:09 AM Rating: 0 I'll take that as a compliment. I live to serve all giantesses. (Unless one claims me for her own, that is.)
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Northwest 1/1/2013 10:43:23 AM Rating: 2 "God, you're so useless! You can't even fuck me at that size." In frustration, she slammed her pussy down to the floor without realizing exactly how close her tiny man was. There was enough give to the shag carpet that he avoided be crushed, but now he was trapped underneath her lips. He struggled to get free, pushing his arms against her labia to pull the rest of his body out from under her. "Oh, but that feels good." She ground her hips down on top of him, forcing him down. They moved up and down, back and forth, side to side. The fibers of the rug tickled her, and the frantic motions of the little man aroused her. The sensations combined quickly to turn her on like she hadn't been since her boyfriend had shrunk to his current size. "Oh god, Jared! Fuck me!" To her, it felt like that was what he was doing. In reality, he was unsuccessfully doing everything he could to get out of her increasingly hot and humid gyrations. When she came, the only part of him not protected by her body from the resulting flood of cum was his head. He was still coughing out her juices when she lifted him up to her blissful face. "That was fun. How about a kiss?" She pushed his cum-soaked head into her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop. Her tongue swirled around his face, cleaning it of her juice but leaving it cover in saliva. When she pulled his head back out, she made an exaggerated moan of pleasure as she swallowed. "Mmmmmmm. I guess you're not so useless after all."

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Northwest 1/1/2013 2:29:38 AM Rating: 0 Craig was stunned. Ms. White was one of the younger and more attractive teachers at his school, and so he'd been nursing something of a minor crush on her. However, she was still a teacher; it had never really occurred to him that she might have her own sexual desires. And yet here he was, just a few inches tall and in her house. And here she was, stripping off most of her clothing at a ridiculous speed right in front of him as he stood, gaping, from the seat of a cushioned armchair. "Hey, Craig." Her tone was feline, her expression predatory. "Yes, Ms. White?" It was hard for Craig to decide what was intimidating him more: having been shrunk, or seeing his biology teacher's breasts and pussy in front of him plain as day. "I've seen you staring at me when you should be paying attention to your labwork. I hope that's because you find me attractive, because that will make this a lot easier for you." "Make what easier, Ms. White?" "Please Craig, call me Sara," she purred. "And it will make THIS easier." As she said that, she fell back onto the chair, moving over her student and briefly giving him a ceiling of her shaven lips. He was knocked down when she sat, her ass having landed on the cushion and caused a miniature earthquake. She smiled at the oversized impact she had on him. "Well, Craig, maybe we'll go a little slowly at first, to get you warmed up. Think of it as a one-on-one studying session, so be sure to pay attention." She spread her legs wide and pushed her hips forward, causing Craig to sink into the depression made by her weight and toward her labia. "Our next unit is on the human reproductive system, and to be honest I think you might need some hands-on experience if you're going to pass the test. The first thing you need to know is the clitoris: a small protrusion hidden in the folds at the top of the vaginal opening. Why don't you find it for me?" Craig hesitantly reached an arm into her labia, searching ineffectively for his teacher's clit. "Don't be shy, Craig. You're doing fine. Ahh. It's a little higher than th— Oooo, yeah that's it. So, the clitoris contains — Ahhh— a bundle of nerves; its most notable purpose is to stimulate th— OH, the fema—OOOH... the female org—GOD! No, don't stop rubbing, Craig; you need to see a demonstration of the female orgasm." Craig wasn't so sure about that, but he kept massaging her now engorged and emerging clitoris. Ms. White's scent had become so strong and intoxicating that his mind had given up trying to process the situation. Ms. White (or Sara, he supposed) too seemed to have given up on the pedagogical aspects of the lesson. "Oh, fuck. Knead it, Craig! Knead my clit! Oh, YEAH!" It was at that moment that she came, hard and fast, all over her shrunken student. Knocked down by the force of her giant orgasm and coated in her juices, Craig lay stunned on the seat cushion. "That was some study session." Sara laughed. To Craig, it sounded less delighted than he'd have guessed after she'd come like that. It sounded... hungry. "Oh, silly boy. This session isn't over yet." She looked at him greedily. "The next thing on the test is the cervix."

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Northwest 12/31/2012 8:09:39 PM Rating: 0 Michael was squirming desperately between her fingers, trying to get away. He hadn't yet considered how he would escape from a woman who could outrace him simply by moving her feet only inches at a time. She could even swallow him in a single gulp. This latter fact shot to the front of his mind when the giant fingers, the ones that had been pinching together to hold him in the air, let go; he fell down onto Anne's closed lips as her head reclined on the pillow. He was buffeted by the breath leaving her nostrils, forcing him to stay down on the soft, warm skin of her lips. Suddenly the chasm parted, and from the depths of the hot, moist cavern erupted a long, pink monstrosity. Anne's tongue curled toward him. He would have fled if he hadn't been paralyzed by terror, but instead he simply waited until the writhing mass touched down onto his back. It was hot and sticky with saliva, and when it pulled back into her mouth, the tiny man's weight was so little that he became stuck to it. He screamed as he was drawn past enamel monoliths into the recesses of her mouth. Anne would have been greatly aroused to hear him crying out, but she was already lost to a heady feeling of power, amplified by recent drink, and couldn't hear him over her own moans of delight. The little man trapped in her mouth had to be scared out of his mind, and the fear on her tongue tasted delicious. And indeed he was scared. He was being manhandled by a tongue much more massive than he himself was, pushed about a dark, stuffy cave that smelled overwhelmingly of liquor. It was terrifying to know that the only thing keeping him from falling down the abyss of her throat was the abrasive, wet muscle currently abusing him against her palate. It was unbelievable to be desperately clinging to taste buds that, even at his scale, were barely more than nubs. It was bewildering to be rolled around ceaselessly at the whim of her tongue while the humid air vibrated with deafeningly euphoric groans. And it was humiliating to find that all of these stimuli combined to make his penis harder than it had been in a very, very long time. He was being forced learn with alarming quickness that this woman had infinitely more control over his body than he did himself. In fact, he lost what control he had fairly quickly, spilling his cum over the rough surface of her tongue. As it dripped down her taste buds, he heard — felt, really— another earth-shattering moan boom up from deep below. "Mmmmmmmm." Enjoying the taste of him and his semen, she licked her lips. It was only a small amount that she could get at any one time; the fresh-squeezed cum of a tiny man was practically a delicacy. And fortunately for Michael, he'd been stranded on her upper lip when she brought her tongue out to savor him. The fresh, cool air was a huge improvement on the hot, Chartreuse-saturated atmosphere of her cavernous mouth, but the brief moment of relief ended when, once again, tree trunk-wide fingers lifted him into the air above her face. From his aerial perspective, he could see her vast expression below him: she seemed pleased, but not yet sated. She stared at him, hanging limply from her fingers after his brief but exhausting trip inside her mouth, with an intensity that would have sent him running even if he weren't literally smaller than her even her eyes. No, she wasn't done with him at all. "Well, little man, did you like that? It certainly tasted like you did." The smirk was back in full force now. "You should be glad to know that you taste very, very good. A little saltier than sweet, though." She giggled, sending warm gusts blowing into his tiny form. Swinging in her intoxicated breath, he found it doubly disorienting: first from the nauseating motion and second from the leftover fumes of the green liqueur. Michael was finding it, quite reasonably, increasingly difficult to think coherently; everything that had happened to him since she entered the room without clothing had been perfect at jamming up the higher functioning parts of his brain. "How about I let you taste me? That's only fair, I think." Even if Michael had been mentally quick enough to figure out what she was planning, he was in no position to fight back as she carried him over hills of her breasts, the plain of her stomach, and the small forest of her pubic hair. Bringing her other hand down to her crotch, she opened her labia with an ease that frightened her little passenger. "Oh, fuck! Please, no! I'll be crushed in there!" His protests were useless. Of course, they were far too quiet at his size to carry all the way to her ears. But even if she had heard him, his pleas would not only have made no difference, but they would only have added to the delicious feeling of power she'd been cultivating since shrinking him. "I know I'm moving fast, little guy, but I'm almost positive that's how you wanted tonight to go, right? So don't worry: this is going to be quick for you. If you were normal-sized, how fast you were might bug me, but as it is..." She laughed again as she lowered him into her gaping slit. The last deliberate thought that passed through Michael's head before being put down was that she was probably still wearing that goddamn smirk of hers. As soon as he hit her wet lips, however, his senses overwhelmed him. She was so hot, he thought he would burn up. She was so wet, it was practically steaming. Her scent permeated the air so entirely that he could no longer think. The flesh surrounding him shuddered with every move he made; the resulting moans from Anne propagated through her body, shaking him so thoroughly that he would have to lean on her to regain his balance, only repeat the cycle by causing yet another seismic vibration. "Oh man, that feels good, but — OHH — it's time to go further." That ominous warning snapped Michael's mind back from sensory overload. He saw her giant fingers pull up from the lips they were holding open, and he panicked. In that irrational state of mind, the only thing he could think to do was scream. "Oh god, help me! Please! Anyone! HELP! Oh my god, I'm going to die!" The only person who could possibly have heard him was lost in her own world, a world where she controlled the lives of any whose lives she desired. It was, in that respect, not much different from the world the tiny man now buried in her labia was living in. The only thing she felt from him was his frantic struggles as he was pulled into her pussy by firm, pulsing muscles. As she focused on the little man inside her, she felt the soft vibrations of his urgent shouts against her innermost walls. He was flailing with all his strength, and while all she could feel was a gentle massage, it was from a man whose life was entirely hers. He was a sacrifice, and she was his goddess. That thought nearly sent her over the edge. Her vagina clamped down with a will of its own, squeezing its inhabitant mercilessly. Michael was deep in the throes of oxygen deprivation, but now his panicky movements were being held down by her cunt. There was nothing he could do as the world surrounding him hugged him tighter and tighter in a fleshy embrace. It might have felt pleasant, and even erotic, under different circumstances, but he was hardly aware of anything other than the steadily building pressure. And then the dam broke. The giant vagina clenched tightly as Anne's cum flowed through; the narrow tunnel pushed the flood through with such force that the tiny body was ejected from Anne's own in a cascade of juices. After a few minutes of blissful gasping, Anne brought one hand down to the puddle between her legs, lifting up Michael's lifeless form, as she idly played with her necklace using the other. Seeing that he wasn't alive anymore, she dropped him into her mouth. While swirling him around with her tongue, enjoying the taste of her lover's labors, she got up from her bed and went into the kitchen. After pouring a shot of Chartreuse into a glass, she downed her drink, swallowing the tiny body with the alcohol. She raised the empty glass slightly. "Cheers, little man." She smirked.

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Northwest 12/31/2012 9:21:24 AM Rating: 2 He felt indescribably good as she slipped him in. "Since I won't be able to tell you later: you were great in there." Her vagina clamped down on his body and pulled him into the tightest embrace he'd ever known. In return, he began struggling to break free of the soft, pink death grip her pussy had on him. Oh fuck, he felt good. Those kicks weren't doing anything but hitting all the right places. She held her labia open for just a few more moments. "Bye, Jake." When her lips shut in his face, his world went dark. Katelyn liked to imagine that they stopped considering anything their world except for her vagina. "Oh." Now that he was trapped in a cocoon of squeezing muscle and rising fluids, his air was quickly running out. One of these days, she was going to figure out if her men were drowning or simply suffocating inside her. "OH." That thought alone turned her on, but right now Jake was in the throes of oxygen deprivation and he was flailing about with literally all his strength. It wasn't much, but it was more than enough to feel delicious. "OHH." She could feel her juices leaking out. Maybe this time, at least, the panicked fighting was because he'd swallowed too much of her. "OHHH." Oh, yeah. "AHHHHHHHHH!" She clenched hard enough to bring his struggles to a stop. Had she hugged the life out him, or was he just immobile under the pressure of her pussy's complete attention? "OH FUCK! GOD! OH. OHHHHH!" She could feel his body getting pushed out of her as she came. The pulses of her cunt rhythmically moved him back and forth, but eventually he flopped limply out of her and onto the bed. "Ahhh." She picked up his body. It wasn't moving at all. "Thanks, baby. Like I said, you were great."

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Northwest 12/31/2012 8:51:16 AM Rating: 0 What the hell is going on? I was just at the bar talking to a woman and... holy shit is that her?! How is she so huge? Who's her friend? "Ready to play with the guy?" "Sure!" "Okay, I've got a game: you put him in your mouth, and I have to get him out using only my mouth." What the hell is going on? AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Good god, it's stuffy in here. Wait, am I on her tongue? Whoa whoa WHOA! Hey, I'm getting taken outside this cave. That's good, right? Oh my god, are they making out? That would be so hot if... no, it's definitely still hot. Wait... shit! She's pulling me into her mouth! She's... stopped. Her lips are soft, aren't they? That feels nice. Very nice. Oh. OH. OHHHH. Yeah. Wow, those vibrations are intense. Is she moaning? Didn't know I tasted that good, ha. Oh shit, i'm going in. Well, the other girl's mouth wasn't too bad. Her tongue's maybe be a little rougher with me, but it's not so bad. Actually kind of nice and warm. Like a massage. Wait... is she swallowing me? No, don't! Let me out! Help! That was loud. Christ, she's getting off on eating me! Fuck! Help me! Help me! Help m....

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	Northwest 12/30/2012 10:08:57 PM Rating: 0 (I hate saying it because it's such a cliché, but: to be continued. I should have part 2 written by tomorrow.)
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Northwest 12/30/2012 10:07:17 PM Rating: 0 The date had started out so promisingly for Michael. Anne was fit, attractive, and by all appearances interested in him. Maybe her taste in jewelry was a little ostentatious, but that wasn't a deal-breaker by any stretch of the imagination. After dinner, she'd invited him back to her place to drink. Score, he'd thought as he entered her apartment. She crossed the living room to the kitchen, but not before pointing to a door down the short hall. "Bedroom's over there. I'll be right in after I get some drinks. You like Chartreuse?" He had no idea what Chartreuse even was, — wasn't it a shade of green? — but he nodded anyway; all booze is good booze, right? Michael wasn't sure why she was in such a rush to get him in her bedroom, but he wasn't complaining. Foreplay for women always took longer than he thought it needed to go on, and it always had to start with talking and slow conversations that only eventually led to anything physical. Anne's desire to get down to business was yet another point in her favor. He wandered into her room, wondering not so idly if it would turn her off if she found him naked when she walked in with the drinks. He decided that it was too much risk for too little reward. After all, it didn't seem to him like she'd need much convincing in the first place. After a few minutes had passed, though, he wasn't so sure. How much time did it take to pour Chartreuse, anyway? "Need any help out there?" "No, I'll be right in." It sounded like she was right on the other side of the door, and indeed just a second later she sauntered in completely naked. Well, almost completely naked; she was still wearing the stone-studded silver chain around her neck, but that was all she had with her except for two small glasses filled halfway with a vividly green liquid. "Never had this before? It's a bit of an acquired taste, but you'll probably like it." She handed one of the glasses to him and immediately clinked the other with the one he had only just got in his hand. She quickly emptied the alcohol from the glass, but swirled it around her mouth for a few moments. Michael found himself staring at the features of her face as she savored her drink, and his eyes followed it downward as she swallowed it. He was utterly entranced by the rhythmic movements of the taut, pale skin over her neck as her muscles allowed the spirit through her throat. He downed his own glass a lot faster than she had. It wasn't really the sort of thing he normally drank, and while he wasn't sure what Chartreuse was supposed to taste like, he thought it seemed a bit off. Thankfully, Anne didn't seem too offended by his speedy drinking. In fact, her lips were curling slyly at him as she fingered the smooth brown stones hanging around her neck. Watching his reaction to the liquor, she smirked. "I guess I just have weird taste. Sorry." She didn't look sorry at all. "It's all right, really. I just need to get used to it." However, he instinctively shook his head to rid himself of the aftertaste. That was some strong stuff, whatever it was. "Don't worry about that. I have plenty of other things for you to drink." Her smirk, if anything, had widened even more. Maybe it was just his imagination, or her expression actually seemed physically larger, too. There was no way he was that drunk already, was there? He looked straight ahead at her; she was still playing with her necklace draped between her breasts. Her very large breasts... impossibly large breasts. How were they so huge? Wait a second: why was her cleavage at eye-level? In fact, it was actually above eye-level to him and shifting increasingly higher. "What's going on?!" Anne just kept that infuriating grin on her face, but now her eyes looked different. Hungrier. She continued rubbing the stones on the chain with an insane eagerness. And Michael kept getting smaller. He was falling out of his own clothes, he was getting buried by his own clothes. He kept shouting up at the giant woman beside him, but even if she weren't ignoring his cries, she couldn't even hear him anymore. When finally his shirt became so heavy to him that he couldn't lift it up above him, he stopped shrinking. He felt the bed shake under him and his shirt drag over him, and then two outrageously giant fingers (with nails almost as tall as him!) grabbed him up. He zoomed over pale skin like a plane over snowy hills, his breath taken from him as quickly as he flew, stopping abruptly above a pair of gigantic, shiny lips, warm drafts rising up around him from them. And then there was thunder. "Hey, cutie." The incongruity of her words with the sheer volume with which she spoke them was completely absurd. Michael would have been speechless if the whole situation hadn't already rendered him dumbstruck. "You're probably wondering what's going on. That's reasonable. I'll tell you, but just the one time, so listen up." Like so many other things happening to him, the idea that he could do anything but pay attention to the woman dangling his entire body above her mouth was ridiculous. "I'm attracted to tiny men. Really, really attracted to really, really tiny men, and I'm lucky enough to have a way to make that happen. You don't need to know too much about the whys and wherefores, but the short version is magic. The slightly longer version is that this necklace lets me shrink anyone who's just drunk a certain potion." "You spiked my drink!?" Michael's outrage, though obvious, was comically minuscule to Anne, and she couldn't entirely make out what he was yelling about. "I can't hear you, you know. You're way too tiny." She moaned loudly at that thought, completely drowning out his shouts, and in fact, given his proximity to her mouth, neatly stunning him back into silence. "Oops. Anyway, you're probably angry about your drink. Good thing you're not the type to know good booze. Don't worry, though; I won't get bored with you even if you're not too smart." Her trademark smirk returned, waiting below his dangling form menacingly. She was practically purring. "I want you for your body."

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	Northwest 12/30/2012 9:13:14 PM Rating: 0 It's actually making me envious of your feet that you're calling them "lesser." I wish I could literally be less to you than they are. ;)
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Northwest 12/29/2012 12:52:20 PM Rating: 0 Gary was bored. Emily was studying, and that meant she wouldn't want to do anything with him for at least another hour. It didn't seem fair to him that she would bring him over to the bed and then promptly ignore him. What was he supposed to do here? Well, here he was at her feet. He wasn't sure how big they really were, but they seemed fifty feet from heel to toe. To normal people, that was maybe nine inches. The thought aroused him: there was so much of his girlfriend that he was only as tall as her smallest toe. He thought about that, and corrected himself: there was so little of him that his girlfriend's toes were comparative monoliths. Really, either perspective worked for him, and the more he thought about the more turned on by them he became. It was suddenly obvious; if she wasn't going to play with him, he was going to play with her instead. She probably wouldn't mind if he did some climbing around, and if she did? She could stop him easily enough and no harm done. He began scaling her soft, warm sole. At his size, the ridges of her skin made perfect handholds, and he took his sweet time ascending her sweet sole for no other reason than to prolong the experience. By the time he reached the gap between her big and second toes, he couldn't resist the urge to stick his tongue out and get a taste of her. ******** Emily was bored. She was supposed to be studying, but she'd also been working on a half-full bottle of wine at the same time. While she was nowhere near done with the first task, she'd finished the second with no trouble at all. It became, inevitably, increasingly difficult to focus. She'd brought her boyfriend onto the bed for company, but he wasn't doing much. Maybe he thought she was actually trying to be productive and didn't want to distract her. Emily was simultaneously happy and disappointed with that thought; she was glad that her boyfriend respects her need to work, but all the same she was in the mood to be distracted. Then she felt something tickle the bottom of her foot. She looked around and didn't see Gary anywhere. The sensation moved upward, and she put two and two together, albeit possibly a little slower than she would have without the wine. Gary would've been in trouble if she were more ticklish, but Emily wanted to see where her boyfriend was going with this and did her best to keep her foot still. It felt very, very nice. But when he got between her toes and started licking, that was just too much for her. She squealed with delight at the feeling and she couldn't help but wiggle her toes in response. ******** Gary would have fallen if he hadn't been caught between a toe and a bigger toe. (There was no rock, and the only hard place was his.) Frankly, it was one of the more pleasantly uncomfortable positions he'd been in. "Sorry about that, little guy! You okay?" Emily's voice floated down to him, but there was no way his voice would carry back up to her. As far as he was concerned, there was only one way to answer: he kept licking. "Ohhhh, that feels so good, Gary. Keep up the good work." She clamped her toes again, and he instinctively pushed his hips into the squeeze. He was licking her toe, hugging her toe, humping her toe. The realization that he was making love with all his body, to only the smallest fraction of Emily's, hit him hard. "Ohhhh..." Emily, judging by her moans, seemed to have reached the same conclusion. He looked over and saw that she was fingering herself, lost in pleasure. His mind blanked then, and his instincts took over. His motions doubled in urgency against her giant toe. Likewise, Emily's toes were clenching ever harder as she came closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, and they pressed into Gary with their own demands for attention. He gave it to them without reserve, but not quickly enough. Their pressure on him was suddenly too much, and he couldn't move at all. "Ah, ahhh, ohhh, AHHHH! GOD, oh god! OHHH!" The thunder of Emily's moans was deafening, and the earthquakes of the mattress under a shaking giantess were jarring. The vibrations from both were intense, and Gary could feel them with his whole body. It was terrifying, and it was supremely arousing. His dick was straining, but there was nothing he could do about it; his arms, and for that matter his entire tiny body, were pinned entirely by his girlfriend's toes. That thought, of how much power even the smallest parts of her body possessed, passed through Gary's mind, and the arousal it inspired made his inability to move all the worse. He would go crazy, would absolutely die, if he couldn't rip off his jeans right fucking now and finish. Suddenly fingers thicker than he was plucked him out of the crevasse, and he flew the length of Emily's body until she stopped her hand in front of her giant, beautiful face. Her expression was one of post-orgasmic bliss, and she let her breath out in soft, warm gusts that caressed his body as she dropped him onto the palm of her other hand. "That was great, baby." As she kept her shining gaze focused on the little man in her hand, she noticed (with great effort) that his own expression was much less relaxed than hers was. She looked an infinitesimally tiny bit lower and saw that the crotch of his pants were still propped up. "Oh, Gary, do you want some help? I can fix that." Eagerly, her boy-toyfriend stripped off his pants. Just a moment later, she picked him back up in her fingers, lay back on her pillow, and laid Gary down on her warm, wet lips. She opened them just enough to suck in a gentle breath. To her, it was barely anything; to him, it was an unbelievably strong, warm, soft vacuum pulling relentlessly on his penis. It was incredible, and when it stopped, Gary started humping furiously to regain that spectacular sensation. Emily giggled. The vibrations from that alone put Gary's dick at its fullest attention, but it still wasn't enough. And then Emily stuck her tongue out at him. Theoretically, at least, that's what she'd done. In practice, what she had actually done was slip her tongue through her lips and lift Gary onto its tip. It was hot, soaking, and constantly writhing under him. Perched at its upward-poking end, he straddled it with an arm and leg on each side, heaving himself into its squirming. His penis was surrounded on all sides by hot, moist muscle, and with every hump he took, Emily's tongue responded by fitting perfectly into his new position. With almost panicked speed, he threw his body repeatedly into the firm but giving cushion until he released. The feeling was unforgettable. His semen dripped down the vertical face of the huge tongue, and he could feel through his entire body the moans emanating from deep within his girlfriend as his cum rolled over her taste buds. She lifted him back up, and breaths wafted back up as he dangled over her mouth. He saw her throat flex under taut skin as she swallowed. "Mmmm, you taste so good, Gary. Any chance I could get seconds?"

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	Northwest 12/28/2012 7:05:27 PM Rating: 0 Again, thanks! I'm sort of new at writing fiction (especially in fetish-related stuff), so if you see something I can improve in, please let me know.
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	Northwest 12/28/2012 12:11:36 PM Rating: 0 Thanks!
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Northwest 12/28/2012 12:02:52 PM Rating: 0 The elevator of her hand stopped at her shaven labia. She slowly tilted her palm. I had seconds before I fell to the floor, so there was only one course of action to me. I jumped. I latched onto the bottom knob of her clit ring. If I were heavier, I could've hurt her. As it was, my dangling there was exactly what she wanted. My very slight weight was just enough to elicit a long and (for me, at least) earth-shaking moan from her. She began to walk around, forcing me into collisions with her gigantic thighs. Each bounce I took off her legs resulted in another moan as I pulled her piercing in constantly changing directions. To intensify the experience, her lips, shaven and therefore already little help at maintaining a grip, were starting to drip. Her smell, intoxicating; her juice, slippery. There was no way I would be able to hold on much longer. This, too, was all part of the game, because there's only one place I could go then, and it was precisely where she wanted me. Another crash into her leg sent me straight into her labia, and I took that opportunity to hook my feet into her folds. I was now stretched tightly along her slit, safe from more bouncing, but not safe from her ever slicker surfaces and certainly not safe from being rendered drunk by her smell. I dug my feet into the entrance to her vagina. My mistress jerked at the feeling, coming to a sudden stop and making me lose my grip on her clit ring. This would have been disastrous for me if the walls of her pussy hadn't clamped down and pulled at the same time. It was all part of the plan. By the time I was falling from my lost hold her clit, I was already thigh deep in her cunt. And her cunt kept squeezing. Her pussy walls pulsed, sucking me inside her. I had to keep squirming in order to keep them massaging me inward and away from the danger of falling, but that was how my Mistress wanted it. That's how I wanted it. And, if the urgency of her vaginal constrictions were any indication, that's how her pussy wanted it. Slowly, but surely, I was pulled into the cave of my Mistress until all that remained outside was my head. I kept struggling for the benefit of my Mistress, and she responded by bringing her hands down to me. The fingers of one hand pushed urgently at her clitoris, while the pole-thick fingers of the other pressed me deeper into her vagina. It was utterly dark, overwhelmingly hot, and extremely wet. Had I never been in there before, the sense of claustrophobia would have been enough to make me faint. I was experienced, however, and I had a mission: make my Mistress orgasm. Her walls, soft but firm, giving but unforgiving, were doing their best to squeeze me back out, so I fought and battled to work my way deeper. She clenched. I could hear her screams, even through the loud murmuring of her own body. I couldn't move, couldn't react, couldn't do anything but let her flood come over me. And when she came, the flood that came too was Biblical in proportions. I was inhaling her juice, and clamped down upon or not, my body automatically flailed about for lack of oxygen. This, of course, made my Mistress come even harder, which could have made my situation even more dire. Instead, the strength of her orgasm became enough to shove me out of her vagina at outrageous speed. I landed in a pool of her juices on the bed. Apparently, in all the tectonic commotion, I hadn't noticed when we'd moved from vertical to horizontal. Her shudders shook the mattress, but they were just the aftershocks. I was too tired to move, but my Mistress scooped me up and hung me in front of her giant face. "That was great. I guess you won that game. How about a reward before the next one." She laid me down between her breasts. "Get some rest, little guy. You're gonna need it for game number two."

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Northwest 12/28/2012 11:19:00 AM Rating: 0 "Come on, you know how this goes." Her steps were earthquakes as she approached the doorframe; the clicking of her heels on the tile floor resounded through the air like gunshots. I couldn't outrun her. Even if I stood any chance at all in race with her, it would never be worth it. She gets off on it. You know, on the chase. That sort of thing. She thinks of me as a toy. A very stimulating toy. Maybe, if I'm lucky, a pet. But to her, I'm so much less than a person, and when she hits one of her huntress moods, it's exhausting at best. At worst? I'd rather not go into that. I cowered behind the very little shelter provided by the frame. She leaned against it herself, but on the other side (and much, much higher up). This was it. "Okay, little guy. I'm feeling nice today, so I'm going call this your warm-up for the real games. Next time, you're going to stay where I put you. Got it?" I nodded. I'm not allowed to speak except for her questions can't be answer with a nod. She can't hear me when I'm on the floor, anyway. She smirked. "You'll be getting a ride back. Get on." Sometimes she picks me up because my walking speed is so much slower than hers. Not during the games, though. I approached her giant foot. This would've been a nightmare if she'd only worn hose, but I was able to lie down and hold on to the straps of her heel. There are rules for my travel arrangements; in this situation, I had to lie down along the length of her foot, face down and head on her toes. "Off we go!" Every step she took jolted my head into her toes. It would've been humiliating if I weren't already so low. And, if I'm honest, it sort of turned me on. Leaving aside the feeling of having my dick being rammed onto her foot again and again and again, every single time her shoe met the floor, I like knowing how much power there is in my world. I really like knowing that so much power is focused on my insignificance. I love knowing that even my Mistress's toes are more powerful than I am. I can't resist nuzzling my head in the spaces between her toes. It might not have been clear from what I've said, but I came to her voluntarily. I love her, and although sometimes it's rough, and sometimes I crack, and sometimes I run away, I don't think I could ever actually, permanently leave her. She came to a stop, bending over, she plucked me off her foot. I was still holding on to it, so she needed a little more force than usual. As she lifted me above the sequoias of her legs, she taunted me. "It's good you like it there, but it's time for game number one."

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Northwest 12/28/2012 2:01:06 AM Rating: 2 "Well, Kelly, what exactly do you think I should do?" My husband Ted was not taking all that well to being shrunken. To be fair, I probably wouldn't have been happy to find myself spontaneously three inches tall with no hope of a cure, but right then his attitude was starting to get on my nerves. I was trying to enjoy a day with him at the beach, and he was getting short with me? Just because he wants to go out into the surf shouldn't have to mean that I need to interrupt my tanning. I wiggled my toes to signal my displeasure; I couldn't even hear it when he fell off my foot and onto my towel. "Honey, you can't go out by yourself into the water. You know that." He had to walk between my legs simply to get close enough for me to hear him without shouting, but once he got *ahem* as far as he could go, he decided to shout anyway. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure what he said. Even if I had been inclined to listen to him at this point, and frankly I wasn't so inclined at all, the soft air from his yells was tickling me down there. I guess it was sort of, well... distracting. In a good way. "Honey, you've got to stick close to me when we're outside together. In fact, I've got an idea of what we can do right now." It had been a few months since he'd suddenly discovered that, for him at least, it's not a small world after all. After visits to universities, hospitals, and even the CDC, without any results to show for it, we'd both needed a vacation. Ted had been so focused on finding out what had happened that our physical relationship had been put on hold. Given the situation, the pause in our sex life wasn't entirely unreasonable but.... You know, I'm only human. Now that we knew there was no way to resume it normally, and now that we were on holiday, and now that his tiny body was so close to my pussy... I'm not proud of how it happened, but I just had to have my husband or, or... I don't even know. Don't worry; afterward, he insisted that there wasn't anything in the world he had ever enjoyed more. I slid my hand between my legs and pushed my palm into Ted's back. Before he could move, I had him right between my labia. He was so surprised that he just sort of lay there; I had to tickle him to get him moving, but once he starting squirming and wriggling around... AH. Oh, I hadn't thought it could feel better than that. I'm happy to say that I was wrong. At first, Ted was fighting me. As he tried to escape my fingers, he reached around my increasingly wet folds trying to get a hold of something to pull himself out of there. Instead, his arms found their way onto my clitoris. I flinched. Hard. If my hand hadn't been behind him, Ted would definitely have been flying through the air at that moment. As it was, I managed to keep my husband right where I needed him. That's when Ted says he remembered our marriage. Not that he'd literally forgotten it, of course, but he'd been so out of it since his shrinking that he hadn't been able to be a proper husband to me. This was when he started making it up to me. And did he ever make it up. He kept wiggling around in my lips, but suddenly it was more rhythmic, more deliberate. He kept massaging my clit so that I had to press harder and harder onto him just to keep him from falling off as I lifted my hips into the air and slammed them back onto my towel. Even that wasn't enough to keep him where he was, though. As tight as I was pushing him, trying to keep him on me, it hadn't occurred to me that he might go in the other direction. As he got slicker and slicker from my juices, I noticed that he was feeling smaller and smaller against my fingers. Oh shit, I thought: is he shrinking? And then I felt a jolt, not on my clit, but inside me. He'd slipped into my vagina! I hadn't even noticed the sensation of his entering me; between his small size and, I'll be blunt, how fucking good I was feeling, I'd missed the completely insane fact that my husband was now inside me. Entirely inside me. OHHH. He felt really good in there. Really, really good. Maybe the feeling wasn't quite as sharp as when he'd been playing masseuse to my clit, but his constant kicking and shimmying and... Ah, was that licking I felt? Oh god, I could feel his minuscule tongue in my pussy! Just the thought of how thoroughly I was being attended to was turning me on like I hadn't been in years. At that moment, my husband -- an entire, full-grown man -- existed for no other purpose than for my pleasure. I kept rubbing my clit, but I'm not sure if I even had to. Small as he was, Ted was doing everything I needed him to. No matter how big a penis is, it can't find every nook in my vagina; no matter how much a vibrator runs, it's not a person doing everything in his power to please his giantess. Those thoughts alone would make me reflexively squeeze down below, but right then? I clamped down like a predator on its prey, and to be completely honest, that's how I was feeling about my husband. Putting aside the physical stimulation (and I promise that wouldn't have been easy), the sense of power I felt over him was fantastic. My body was literally a landscape to him, and my cunt was cave that had swallowed him whole. It was unbelievably thrilling. It was divine. I was divine. And, of course, it was orgasmic. The shudders I felt were the strongest I'd ever had, but to the little man inside me, they were positively seismic. While both of us were having the best sex of our lives, Ted was also going through some of the most intense experiences anyone had ever had the fortune of going through. Earthquakes. Avalanches. Floods. Insurers call things like them "acts of God". All caused by me. They're really not acts of God, my little man tells me: they're acts of his Goddess.

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