by DiminutionMan » Thu Dec 03, 2020 2:43 pm
Chapter 8
(M/F/f, non-consensual)
The ground was moving. Why was the ground moving? I blinked, trying to bring the world into focus. I rolled onto my side, pushing myself up to a half-sitting position with my hands. Lana was there, towering over me -- oh.
Shit.
That meant I was...how tall would I be now? I had guessed that I was maybe three inches tall last time, so now I would be, what? Two inches? One and a half?
“Welcome back, Ellie!” Lana was rocking slowly, and I saw that she was still straddling Danny, slowly riding him. Danny was doing his part, too, making the ground slowly roll beneath me. “You’re a naughty little thing!” she said, giggling. “I tried so hard to get you to come with me, but all it takes is watching your husband fuck your best friend, and you’re off to the races!”
I scowled, disagreeing with her interpretation of events, but she seemed to be in a good mood, and I didn’t want to risk changing that. Lana cooed softly, “Ooh, but Ellie. I didn’t know you were such a lucky girl. You could have this every night...” She slid up Danny’s length, exposing him in his colossal entirety. My eyes bulged, disbelieving. He must be twenty feet long now!
“Not anymore, I suppose.” Danny’s voice, from a hundred feet behind me. “I guess I’ll have to find some other girl to bring luck to.” My veins ran cold, anger mixed with trepidation. Lana had been teasing me through this entire ordeal, and sometimes openly mocking. But if Danny was joining in now.... I didn’t know what it meant, but I wasn’t optimistic.
“Try the nursing home!” I yelled. It was a cheap shot -- Danny’s grandmother lived there, and he volunteered once in a while -- but I still felt a little better.
“Ooh, she still has claws!” Lana cheered happily. She seemed genuinely excited that I had pushed back. “Did you hear that, Dan?” Apparently he hadn’t, because she repeated it to him, and I felt my skin flush humiliatingly. The obvious blush on my pale skin caused further embarrassment, and I looked around for something to punch. Finding nothing, and aware of how petulant it would have looked, I stalked to Danny’s navel and sat down in a huff.
For her part, Lana had resumed her slow ride, and Danny momentarily matched her movements. “Hey, I have an idea,” he volunteered, surprising me. Until now, he had seemed content to let Lana drive events. “What if Ellie decides this time?”
Lana looked at him, her face showing skepticism. He continued, “Well, within reason. I mean, I’m still going to fuck your brains out, but she could choose whether she watches, or is part of it, or maybe what positions we use.” She still didn’t look convinced. “If you prefer...” he said, “we don’t let her choose -- we make her choose.”
Lana chuckled, her face brightening a bit. “Well,” she said, “I suppose I did sort of take over everything. So if that’s what you want, then I guess it’s your turn to decide.” Then she looked down at me. “It is time, little Ellie,” she intoned with mock imperiousness, “to choose...your...fate!”
I looked up at her, then back at Danny, speechless. They wanted me to choose? What should I decide? What could I decide? Danny had already made it clear that I couldn’t decide for them not to have sex. If I simply chose to watch, they might think that wasn’t interesting enough, and keep throwing me into crazy situations. It was probably best to lean into the playfulness. Maybe if I chose something that was fun for them, they’d get enough enjoyment that this would finally end.
But I still needed an idea. What would I actually want to do, if I was this size willingly? My mind showed me an image of myself riding Danny’s cock like a bronco, causing heat to rise between my legs, but I was much too small for that now. A missed opportunity. Then I knew what I wanted to do. Or at least, I knew the first thing that I wanted to do. I could figure out the rest later.
“Okay!” I yelled up at Lana, and pointed at her face. “First, you and I are going to explore Danny’s body!” I really wanted to do it by myself, but it probably wouldn’t be wise to exclude her. And I hoped that she would bring her head lower as we explored, because I was already tired of yelling.
“Yes, ma’am!” She giggled, saluting. I smiled in spite of myself, imagining how I must look giving orders to someone forty times my height. She climbed off of Danny and lay on her stomach, holding his shaft in her hand, peppering it with kisses.
“His body! You can use your hand there, but not your mouth!”
Lana angled her head back and forth in a mock display of haughtiness. “Well! The boss-lady has spoken!” But she did as I had ordered, for now, continuing to stroke Danny gently with her left hand, her kisses moving to his thigh. I walked up Danny’s stomach, admiring the terrain. He really did have more definition recently. I dropped to all fours, and caressed an ab muscle appreciatively. I noticed Danny watching, so I crawled slowly toward him, still on my hands and knees. I heard Lana’s kisses approach from behind, then slowly pass me to the side.
“You won’t get anywhere like that,” she teased. I looked forward, considering. She was probably right. I saw Lana’s right hand flat on Danny’s stomach, caressing him more effectively than I ever could, and made a snap decision. Leaping to my feet, I ran over to Lana’s hand and straddled a two-foot-tall finger, and waited briefly for her attention. She stopped her parade of kisses, looking at me inquiringly.
I pointed forward confidently. “To the chest! Mush!” Lana laughed, a hearty, genuine laugh, her head bowing and hair spilling over before she tossed it back. Danny was laughing too, causing me to bounce on my steed. Lana waited for him to settle, then dutifully moved me forward, making childish motor sounds with her mouth, taking a scenic route to the other side of Danny’s stomach before bringing me back around to stop beside his left nipple.
I walked down a bit, to where his pec met his stomach, crouching down to trace the crease. I could feel each breath lifting me, rising at least a foot before settling back. I sat sideways in the nook, one ear to his chest, listening to his breathing and his heartbeat, feeling his warmth. This, right now, wasn’t so bad. I wanted to stay there, lulled by the sounds, but knew that I couldn’t. I wondered whether I could have this moment again, or if my bridges had all been burned.
I rose to a crouch, still feeling the landscape with my hands, working my way up toward the nipple. I heard Lana to my right, now mixing in small licks and nibbles with her kisses, moving up Danny’s bicep. Her left arm was reaching backward, and I glanced over to see that she was still slowly stroking Danny’s member. I turned my attention back to Danny, gauging that his nipple was about six inches across, still too small for me to straddle effectively. Instead, I lay on my stomach, angling myself to let Danny get the best view, squishing my breasts on the warm ground. I traced lazy spirals with my hands, attending to the nipple itself with firm licks and kisses, occasionally enlisting my hands for a gentle twist.
Lana was working her way back up Danny’s arm, nearing his shoulder now, and I decided that it was best to move onward. I wanted to take my time, savoring every inch of Danny’s body, but I dreaded what might happen if I bored them. I made my way to the shoulder, feeling at the firm muscles under the thick skin, then traced my way slowly along the collarbone, stopping near his neck.
“Up!” I commanded.
“Aww,” Danny replied, teasing. “Does someone need a little help?”
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat loudly. “I don’t need anything. I desire a lift, and you will provide it.”
“Oh-ho!” Danny chuckled. “As you command, My Diminutive Lady.” He brought a hand near, laying it palm-down so that I could climb aboard.
“Diminutive Majesty, thank you very much.”
It was time to entertain them. I walked across his upper lip, surveying the land, the day-and-a-half old stubble feeling odd under my feet. I could make this work.
“Danny, stick out your tongue.” He did, accompanied by a questioning grunt. I told him, “You might want to switch your phone to selfie mode if you want to watch.”
I approached his massive tongue, running both hands up and down before pressing my body to it. I glanced at Danny’s phone, moving myself so that he had a good angle, and began my flirtatious dance. This wasn’t really my style, but I tried to make it look sexy, using languid motions, wrapping my limbs around Danny and eyeing the camera with my best “come hither” face. I moved through a dozen various poses, wrapping a leg around, arching my back, squeezing my breasts between my biceps, letting my hair fall over my face before tossing it. I tried to be careful, not letting my sex touch anything, but I felt my heat rising anyway, becoming more and more insistent.
I was startled by a loud wolf-whistle, and looked up to see Lana reaching toward me with a giant something, held between two fingers. A moment later, I realized it was an enormous dollar bill, folded into one-fourth of its size, and I felt my face flush as I laughed. I turned my attention away from Danny, walking up and pinching the edge of the bill in between my breasts, lowering myself into a squat. Then I raised myself back up, looking directly at the camera with my lips pursed and eyes half-closed, sliding my stomach along the folded edge of ultra-thick paper, one hand trailing on the flat surface. At the peak, I leaned my head back, arching slightly, eyes closed and lips parted, letting my hair fall carelessly, raising one foot up off the ground. Then I pushed myself away, spinning my body with a flourish.
I heard clapping, and stood frozen for a moment before bowing graciously, unsure how else to respond, then decided to retake command before they ambushed me with any more surprises. I raised my hand high in the air, snapping my fingers to request service. I didn’t know if they could hear it, but Lana approached with a small giggle, reaching with a level hand to let me off of Danny.
“Okay,” I said. “Now it’s time for Lana.” I pointed at her. “Lay on your back.” She did, smiling, gently placing me on her stomach. “Not between her legs!” I yelled, pointing at Danny, who was already moving in that direction. “That’s for later!” He rolled his eyes at me, moving to her hip instead, and started working his way down one thigh.
I knew that things would have to escalate soon, one way or another. Besides, I felt like I had already explored Lana thoroughly enough -- with one exception, but I didn’t want to go straight there. First, I made a detour for her dark triangle of public hair, now the size of a card table, and noted the precision with which it was trimmed. I had guessed earlier that the hair was under a quarter-inch long, but now it reached to the middle of my shins. I reached down, brushing my hands against the stiff stalks, and the ground shivered briefly in response.
Danny was on his return voyage, now attending to Lana’s other leg, and I made my way toward my ultimate destination. I paused briefly at her navel, feeling a new insignificance as I realized that I could easily fit inside of it, then hurried onward. I walked up to her left breast, a half-globe ten feet tall. I climbing, but then thought better of it -- I would probably struggle, and didn’t want to break the persona that I had built. Instead, I slapped my hand on the surface in front of me.
Lana understood what I meant, moving one hand over for me to use. “Such a little slave driver,” she teased. I ignored her, instead examining the massive breast that I stood upon. At my weight, it was less squishy than I had hoped, but at least the skin still felt soft. I dropped down, caressing firmly with a full arm, my hand spread to increase the surface area. I saw movement in the corner of my eye, and looked to see that Danny was beginning to attend to the other breast. I looked toward Lana, who was eyeing us both lustily. Her shoulder was moving, and I glanced to see that she had moved a hand between her legs. Fine. I couldn’t expect to control their every move.
I walked up to Lana’s nipple, still contemplating the best way to handle this. I started with my hands, first caressing, then twisting and tugging, feeling it harden satisfactorily under my hands. I started adding in some nibbles, scraping my teeth gently on her. With Danny on the other side, it was harder to gauge Lana’s reactions, but it seemed like she enjoyed the nibbling. I let this continue for a couple minutes, until Lana seemed to grow more restless, then I stood up. I knew that things still needed to escalate, and I hoped to keep them from spiraling out of control.
“You!” I pointed at Danny as he looked my way. “There!” I pointed at the valley in between Lana’s breasts. He kissed the soft flesh of Lana’s breast, moving his mouth down toward where I had pointed. “No, no!” I yelled. I made sure he was looking again, and pointed at his crotch, then back to the ground.
I saw the lightbulb flicker on, and he brightened considerably. “You got it!”
I didn’t know whether Lana had seen the exchange, but she apparently agreed. “Mmm, finally, we’re getting to the good stuff!” Danny moved up, straddling Lana’s stomach and placing himself squarely between her breasts. She squeezed them together, taking care where she placed her left hand, and I watched carefully as giant fingers fell slowly to the ground on either side of me. There was something about this that didn’t sit right, though -- besides the obvious. I was certain that Lana wouldn’t allow me to simply spectate -- she would force me to participate in some way. It would be better if I chose how I participated, rather than taking a risk on what Lana would decide.
“Wait!” I waved my arms at Danny as he was beginning to move his hips.
He stopped. “What?” he asked, a note of irritation in his voice. I took a deep breath, unsure whether my idea was actually smart or not. I climbed down Lana’s enormous breast, sliding the last few feet as the hillside became too steep for walking. I climbed onto Danny -- now about five feet wide -- and walked to his head. I had seen enough of Lana for a while, so I decided to face Danny for this, folding my legs under me and pressing my feet snug to the lip of his head, leaning forward so that my hands could help hold me in place. I looked up at Danny, hoping he could hear me. “Not too fast!”
He grinned at me, and I heard Lana from behind, “That looks like a hell of a ride!”
Danny started to move, slowly and smoothly, jostling me as he changed direction, but not enough to risk falling. I stared in awe at my surroundings: the twenty-foot long cock under my feet, hard and strong; the massive twin globes that it moved through, squishing and deforming into walls as I passed between. Danny paused occasionally to add some lubricating saliva to the valley, taking care to wait until I was out of the line of fire. I smiled at him; I doubt Lana would have been so conscientious.
After a time, Danny started to increase his rhythm, and on one stroke I nearly slipped off of him. Okay, so this wasn’t the best idea, and I needed a new plan. I was still convinced that it was a bad idea to simply watch, though. I waved at him, motioning my hand downward repeatedly to signal for him to slow down. He did as I asked, but he was clearly not happy about it. I walked quickly to Danny’s base and gripped a few strands of hair in one hand. I looked up, making sure he was watching, and gave him a thumbs-up before quickly grabbing hold with that hand, as well. Hopefully this would be secure enough.
Danny restarted his motions, starting relatively slowly, presumably testing whether I would stay in place. My hold was secure; holding my body weight seemed much easier at this size. As he increased his pace, my feet started to swing forward each time Danny finished a thrust. I tried to entangle my feet in his hair, but to no avail. I heard him chuckle occasionally as I swung, and after a time, I became sure that he was intentionally swinging me higher and higher. My grip was secure, though, and after a time, I found that I was enjoying the ride.
I let this continue for a couple minutes, but then I could sense in their body language that it was time to move on. I waited for a pause in Danny’s motion, then waved an arm, trying to draw his attention. It worked the second time I tried. For the next act, I had them set me on top of the dresser, propping the phone up to record an area next to the wall, where I directed Danny and Lana to stand.
“No, come closer!” I didn’t want to have to yell, and I wanted them to be able to still hear me when there were other noises. They each took a half-step toward me, stopping about thirty feet away from me. “There! That’s good.” I could see that it was closer to the furniture than they liked, but they wouldn’t care about that for much longer.
“Okay. Lana, turn to your right.” She did, turning to face the wall, looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “Now, Danny, press her against the wall.” She moaned enticingly as her breasts were squished against the wall, and Danny also grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head back for good measure. Good, he could see where this was going.
“Yes! Be a little rough with her.” Danny did like to play rough sometimes, but this direction was more for me than for him. If I couldn’t stop them from having sex, then I could at least make Lana the subject of someone else’s whims. I couldn’t help smiling as he smacked her on the ass, eliciting a yelp. She moaned immediately afterward and stuck her butt out even more, apparently enjoying it herself, but it was still satisfying to watch.
He placed her right hand on her butt, making her spread herself for him, and slid a hand down her crack to her sex. I felt a hand slide down toward my own, and had to force it away; watching this was getting me hotter than I had imagined it would. Danny was working Lana with two fingers, and it sounded like she was already soaking. He knelt down and tongued her clit, causing her to squeal and arch upwards, then he stood and grabbed her hair, pressing her firmly back against the wall and probing her deeply with his fingers. I gave Danny the occasional direction, mostly to remind them that I was supposed to be making the choices, but he was essentially giving me everything that I wanted from this already. I expressly did not give Lana any instructions -- I wasn’t going to give her any agency in this scenario.
I could see that Lana was ready for the next step, and Danny’s nearly-hard cock told me that he wasn’t far behind. I eyed his member for a long moment, imagining things that I could do, and had to bite my fingers to keep myself in check. Instead, I gave Danny another command: “Make her beg for it!” I grinned; this should be entertaining.
He placed his cock in between her cheeks, sliding the shaft up and down a few times, asking her, “Is this what you want? Hmm?” He then slid it farther down to her pussy, then upwards between her legs before vibrating it on her clit, causing a small spasm to run through her. “Or maybe you want more?”
“Please,” she said quietly.
“What?” Danny’s shaft glided smoothly over her slit, and she was moaning incessantly now.
“Please!” she said, more loudly. Before I realized it, I had leaned myself against the wall, pressing my breasts and face into the hard surface, imagining Danny doing the same to me, his gentle but unyielding grip holding me in place, his teasing driving me wild with desire, only to leave my desires unfulfilled until I thought I would burst. This wasn’t the reason that I had directed Danny, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt my wetness drip down a thigh, and their voices became indistinct as I became lost in my fantasy.
I was brought back by a change in Lana’s inflection. “Dan, please! I need it!”
“What do you need?” He was holding her wrists behind her back in his left hand, with his right hand using his meat to tease her.
“I need you to fuck me! I need you to give me that dick!” There it is, I thought, smiling inwardly. Yes, Lana, show us your inner slut.
Danny teased her clit one last time, making Lana shiver and moan, then slid his cock halfway into her. I bit my lip, imagining that invader in my own tunnel. Lana’s words mirrored my thoughts, “Oh God, yes! Make me take it! Make me take every inch of that rock-hard dick!” I felt my heat again, and struggled to maintain control of myself. I realized just how absurd it was to be aroused by the sight of my husband and my best friend, but my mind somehow took the forbidden nature of the situation and twisted it into even greater arousal. It wasn’t me, I told myself, it was that...stuff, whatever it was that Danny had given me. There’s no other way I would be aroused by watching this. By watching Danny’s hard cock filling her, making her squeal, giving her everything that she desired and more.
I didn’t realize just how much control I had lost until I felt a finger enter my pussy, moving to match Danny’s motions. I imagined the feeling of him after the first time I had shrunk, when I still had him inside me, gloriously overfilled. The air, already filled with Lana’s moans, became oversaturated as my own sounds began to slip out. Oh, yes! Danny, give it to me! Just like that! Oh God, I needed this!
Wait, no! Don’t take it away from me! Danny, please, I need it! I feel so empty without you! Can’t you see how my legs are quivering with need? Please, give it back to me!
I begged silently as Lana did the same vocally, and Danny made us wait for a few more interminable seconds before finally giving us what we craved. I closed my eyes, letting the intensity of sensation run through me. When I opened them again, I saw that Danny’s cadence had changed, a subtle change that I instantly recognized. Yes, give me that cum! Make me climax with you! And then...no! No, not that! Not again! Desperate to regain control of myself, I pushed myself away from the wall, letting my body fall backward. It surprisingly didn’t hurt when I fell onto the hard surface, but the shock of it was enough to snap me out of whatever trancelike state the poison had induced in me. Trembling, I pulled myself up onto my knees and looked up at Danny and Lana, seeing that Danny was steadily racing toward the finish. I paused, steadying my breath, then decided to give Danny some help.
“Lana, squeeze!” She didn’t react, not outwardly at least, but I knew from Danny’s reaction that she had heard me. He moaned loudly, then, after two more thrusts, “God damn, girl! You’re going to make me cum!”
“Cum in her ass!” I yelled.
Lana’s head instantly whipped toward me, her eyes wide. “WHAT?!” The look on her face was absolutely priceless, and I doubled over with laughter, unable to respond. Oh, I couldn’t wait to watch that replay!
She laughed in spite of herself. “God, you little whore! I hate you!”
Recovering from my fit of laughter, I realized that Danny was already crossing the finish line, and I had already missed most of it. He was buried to the hilt in Lana, shooting himself deep within her. From the expression on Lana’s face, I guessed that she had been distracted, too, and she wasn’t thrilled about it.
“Whew!” Danny pulled out of Lana, and started backing unsteadily toward the bed. “Holy shit! You two are something else!” He fell backward onto the mattress with a loud sigh, his feet still hanging over the edge. I judged that he was pretty much done for tonight.
I watched Danny for a moment, then I began to turn to see what Lana was doing, but I was startled by a sudden, huge lateral movement. My head swam, and I could feel the enormous fingers pinched around my torso, meaning that Lana must have picked me up and was moving me to somewhere else. After a moment, my speed decreased enough that my vision cleared, and I looked around quickly, trying to determine where I was. Lana was still shifting herself, lying on her back next to the dresser. I looked behind me to see that her hips were slightly up on the wall.
Lana was looking at me through narrowed eyes, a small smile on her lips. “You,” she said, jabbing a massive index finger at me, “have an evil little mind.” I was taken aback by the suddenness of her movements; it didn’t feel right when things so large moved that quickly. “You know, I almost came too, before your little stunt. So, now you owe me one orgasm.” I felt my heart sink. God damn it, Ellie. It had seemed to be going so well, but you just had to poke the bear, didn’t you?
I was suddenly moved to the ground and folded into a straddling position, surprised by how efficiently Lana was able to orient my body with a single hand. Before I could regain my bearings, she slid me rapidly forward on the wet, folded ground, and I knew more from the feel than from the sight that she had placed me at the top of her slit. Underneath me, I could feel the folded skin slide by, her clit poking out, now the size of a volleyball. I was shocked for a moment -- last time I had seen her clit, it had been about one-third of its current width.
My own pussy flared to life at the first touch, hot with jealousy from our earlier voyeurism of Danny and Lana, refusing to be denied this time. Lana pressed my shins to the ground, moving me back and forth over her folds, using my body on herself like a pleasure toy, each movement intensifying my own desire despite the ignominious state of affairs. Or maybe partly because of it -- my lust had been uncannily twisted tonight. I gritted my teeth, praying that I could contain myself until Lana was done. Concentrating, I could hear that her loud, distant moans were already filling the air. Maybe there was some hope.
Then she let go of me. “Ride me, Ellie! Show me what a sexy little cowgirl you are!” My mind worked frantically, looking for a way to get through this without another orgasm. I quickly decided to pretend to ride Lana’s clit, but use my hands on her instead, sparing myself from the unwanted contact. But my body had its own plan, and was already doing as Lana had commanded, and another arc of pleasure surged through my body as my clit slid against Lana’s. No! Fuck! I had to keep it under control.
But it was too late. My hips worked crazily, and my torso angled forward to maximize the pressure on my button. I could hear Lana’s distant moans as we descended together into our desires. “Oh God! Oh, Ellie, don’t stop! Rub me harder!” I tried to do just that, grabbing nearby folds to pull myself down, increasing the pressure on my clit and hers. “Yes! More!” I pulled still harder, sending myself deeper into a carnal spiral. But it wasn’t enough for Lana, and I felt her massive fingertip on my head. I knew what she was about to do, and sat up straight so that I wouldn’t be flattened by the pressure. Then she pushed down, hard, and I bucked my hips to pleasure us both, now eager for the imminent crescendo. Lana’s cries increased in pitch, mirroring my own as I rode her into oblivion.
No! I had to stop this! The thought forced its way through the swirl of sensations, and I suddenly remembered what was at stake. I begged my unresponsive body to obey, pleading with myself for some sanity in this unreal situation. I heard my cries increase in pitch as the intensity escalated still further, defying my silent pleas. No! I had to... I pushed my hips to the side, and felt Lana’s finger slide off of my head as the supporting frame was broken. I rolled to my back, twitching uncontrollably, my thighs locked in position from the tension remaining in my hips. But I felt myself edging back from the brink of the abyss, and I let myself enjoy my momentary success.
“Ellie! No, you can’t stop!” Lana’s cry was almost a whine, signaling her own desperation. I tried to move away, the futility of it obvious, but I couldn’t simply give up. I was immediately lifted by Lana’s giant finger and thumb, then pressed heavily to her enormous clit, and my body was suddenly her little sex toy once again. She rubbed me back and forth on herself, far more forcefully than I ever could, and my body was wracked by rapturous waves with each motion. I tried to beat my fist against her in anger and despair, but instead my hand was pressed to my own breast, massaging it roughly, desperate to add to the sensations. The abyss suddenly loomed large before me once again, drawing closer with every stroke. My cries stopped having any coherence as another torrent rushed through my body, pushing me over the edge that I no longer realized existed, as all thought became lost in the turbulence. Violent brightness encompassed me, then became colors that swam and merged, mirroring the chaos that had overpowered my mind. I dimly heard Lana as I faded: “Yes! Oh! You tiny, sexy bitch!”
A lifetime later, I was shaking. No, I was being shaken. Being shaken erratically, almost convulsively. A sound broke through my awareness, confusing me for a moment before I realized that it was a person’s voice. Not talking, or even shouting, but something more visceral. More elemental. I tried to open my eyes before realizing that they were already open. As the world started to shakily resolve itself, I saw a face to my left, looking in a random direction. Lana. The source of the sound. Lana. That meant... I turned my attention to myself, and saw that I was being held by gigantic fingers. Still. I had been gone for an eternity, and returned to exactly where I had left. Although...it wasn’t quite exactly. The fingers were larger now, and Lana’s face was farther away. I knew that was important.
The ground beneath me shuddered violently as I was pressed down with an unbearable amount of force. Another shudder, then it settled into a rapid shaking, and I began to move slower and more smoothly. My mind now partially reassembled, I finally realized that Lana had just had her own climax. I slapped my hand on her finger, hoping to get her attention, then continued for about ten more seconds until her eyes shifted to me.
Then her eyes widened. “El! You’re even smaller! What happened?” She brought me closer to her face, and I traveled a hundred feet in an instant. I scowled as I realized that my cataclysmic orgasm had gone entirely unnoticed. Lana saw my expression, but her contented smile didn’t change. “Oh, don’t be so sour. It looks like you enjoyed it just as much as I did!”
I was moved quickly around again as Lana shifted. When my vision righted itself, Lana had her feet underneath her and was standing up. I looked down, saw just how high in the air I was, then quickly looked in any other direction.
“Lana,” I said. “Put me down, please.” There must have been something in my tone, because Lana’s smile vanished as she looked at me, then placed me gently back on the dresser. I sat down, feeling a deep exhaustion. And cold. I hugged my legs to my chest, realizing that my persistent sexual arousal was finally gone. I should have felt elated, but I only felt tired, and sore, and cold. If the effects were wearing off, did that mean that I would grow back to my normal size? I looked at Danny’s phone for a size reference, not seeing any change yet. The phone was still recording an empty area of the room, having been forgotten in all the fervor.
I reached a finger gingerly toward my slit, then jerked it back as soon as it made contact. Holy shit, I was sore! I guessed that it had been masked by that drink, along with my fatigue, until now. But now that it seemed to be wearing off, what would happen to me? Was this situation permanent, or temporary? Would I grow back to my normal size at some point, or be stuck like this forever?
I studied the phone, and my weariness receded as I began to truly realize the precariousness of my situation. Even on its side it was still twice my height. I approached it and held out a hand, horrified when I saw that my spread fingers would barely cover half of the home button. If, God forbid, the effects really were permanent, was it only my size that was changed? My stomach turned as I considered the possibility that it might start all over again the next time I had an orgasm.
I ventured a look over the edge of the dresser, not looking directly down this time. I didn’t think I’d be able to make it down on my own, even if I somehow worked up the courage to try. I tried to think of the things that I would be able to do without help at this size, and felt a new despair. I wouldn’t be able to get down from here, or get food or water, find something to use as clothing, find a place to use for a bathroom, or do much of anything, for that matter. Even if I made it to the floor, I wouldn’t be able to reach anything, and Danny and Lana might not even notice me as they walked around, unknowingly threatening my life.
I sat down, then lay back in defeat as I resigned myself to the fact that I was completely and utterly dependent on them, at least until something changed. On a surface level, I had known all evening what had been happening to me, but this was the first time that I truly felt it, deeply and viscerally. Until now, I hadn’t really accepted what was happening to me, and my mind kept interpreting events as if Danny and Lana had grown. But now, I felt sick at how helpless I had become. So powerless. So inconsequential. So...tiny. I felt tears rising in my eyes, and squeezed them shut, trying to fight off the despondence and find some way to mentally reassure myself. But I couldn’t find any comforting thoughts at the moment.
“You’re not sleeping, are you?” My eyes snapped open, my heart leaping for a worried instant before I saw that Lana was talking to Danny.
“What? No. I was just...resting.”
“Oh, right. I guess I’m not interesting enough to keep your attention?” She turned away from him, then made a show of bending over to pick a piece of clothing off the floor. I felt a rush of anger, no longer masked by my forced arousal.
Lana was still facing away, toying with the piece of underwear that she had picked up. “You still have the other half of that stuff?” she asked innocently. I felt a new chill at the possible implications.
“Yeah. Why? You have something in mind?” Danny responded.
Lana turned to look at him over her shoulder, wearing only her trademark half-smile.
The End
(for now)
[size=140][b]Chapter 8[/b][/size]
(M/F/f, non-consensual)
The ground was moving. Why was the ground moving? I blinked, trying to bring the world into focus. I rolled onto my side, pushing myself up to a half-sitting position with my hands. Lana was there, towering over me -- oh.
[i]Shit[/i].
That meant I was...how tall would I be now? I had guessed that I was maybe three inches tall last time, so now I would be, what? Two inches? One and a half?
“Welcome back, Ellie!” Lana was rocking slowly, and I saw that she was still straddling Danny, slowly riding him. Danny was doing his part, too, making the ground slowly roll beneath me. “You’re a [i]naughty[/i] little thing!” she said, giggling. “I tried so hard to get you to come with me, but all it takes is watching your husband fuck your best friend, and you’re off to the races!”
I scowled, disagreeing with her interpretation of events, but she seemed to be in a good mood, and I didn’t want to risk changing that. Lana cooed softly, “Ooh, but Ellie. I didn’t know you were such a lucky girl. You could have [i]this[/i] every night...” She slid up Danny’s length, exposing him in his colossal entirety. My eyes bulged, disbelieving. He must be twenty feet long now!
“Not anymore, I suppose.” Danny’s voice, from a hundred feet behind me. “I guess I’ll have to find some other girl to bring luck to.” My veins ran cold, anger mixed with trepidation. Lana had been teasing me through this entire ordeal, and sometimes openly mocking. But if Danny was joining in now.... I didn’t know what it meant, but I wasn’t optimistic.
“Try the nursing home!” I yelled. It was a cheap shot -- Danny’s grandmother lived there, and he volunteered once in a while -- but I still felt a little better.
“Ooh, she still has claws!” Lana cheered happily. She seemed genuinely excited that I had pushed back. “Did you hear that, Dan?” Apparently he hadn’t, because she repeated it to him, and I felt my skin flush humiliatingly. The obvious blush on my pale skin caused further embarrassment, and I looked around for something to punch. Finding nothing, and aware of how petulant it would have looked, I stalked to Danny’s navel and sat down in a huff.
For her part, Lana had resumed her slow ride, and Danny momentarily matched her movements. “Hey, I have an idea,” he volunteered, surprising me. Until now, he had seemed content to let Lana drive events. “What if Ellie decides this time?”
Lana looked at him, her face showing skepticism. He continued, “Well, within reason. I mean, I’m still going to fuck your brains out, but she could choose whether she watches, or is part of it, or maybe what positions we use.” She still didn’t look convinced. “If you prefer...” he said, “we don’t [i]let[/i] her choose -- we [i]make[/i] her choose.”
Lana chuckled, her face brightening a bit. “Well,” she said, “I suppose I did sort of take over everything. So if that’s what you want, then I guess it’s your turn to decide.” Then she looked down at me. “It is time, little Ellie,” she intoned with mock imperiousness, “to choose...your...fate!”
I looked up at her, then back at Danny, speechless. They wanted me to choose? What should I decide? What [i]could[/i] I decide? Danny had already made it clear that I couldn’t decide for them not to have sex. If I simply chose to watch, they might think that wasn’t interesting enough, and keep throwing me into crazy situations. It was probably best to lean into the playfulness. Maybe if I chose something that was fun for them, they’d get enough enjoyment that this would finally end.
But I still needed an idea. What would I actually want to do, if I was this size willingly? My mind showed me an image of myself riding Danny’s cock like a bronco, causing heat to rise between my legs, but I was much too small for that now. A missed opportunity. Then I knew what I wanted to do. Or at least, I knew the first thing that I wanted to do. I could figure out the rest later.
“Okay!” I yelled up at Lana, and pointed at her face. “First, you and I are going to explore Danny’s body!” I really wanted to do it by myself, but it probably wouldn’t be wise to exclude her. And I hoped that she would bring her head lower as we explored, because I was already tired of yelling.
“Yes, ma’am!” She giggled, saluting. I smiled in spite of myself, imagining how I must look giving orders to someone forty times my height. She climbed off of Danny and lay on her stomach, holding his shaft in her hand, peppering it with kisses.
“His [i]body[/i]! You can use your hand there, but not your mouth!”
Lana angled her head back and forth in a mock display of haughtiness. “Well! The boss-lady has spoken!” But she did as I had ordered, for now, continuing to stroke Danny gently with her left hand, her kisses moving to his thigh. I walked up Danny’s stomach, admiring the terrain. He really did have more definition recently. I dropped to all fours, and caressed an ab muscle appreciatively. I noticed Danny watching, so I crawled slowly toward him, still on my hands and knees. I heard Lana’s kisses approach from behind, then slowly pass me to the side.
“You won’t get anywhere like that,” she teased. I looked forward, considering. She was probably right. I saw Lana’s right hand flat on Danny’s stomach, caressing him more effectively than I ever could, and made a snap decision. Leaping to my feet, I ran over to Lana’s hand and straddled a two-foot-tall finger, and waited briefly for her attention. She stopped her parade of kisses, looking at me inquiringly.
I pointed forward confidently. “To the chest! Mush!” Lana laughed, a hearty, genuine laugh, her head bowing and hair spilling over before she tossed it back. Danny was laughing too, causing me to bounce on my steed. Lana waited for him to settle, then dutifully moved me forward, making childish motor sounds with her mouth, taking a scenic route to the other side of Danny’s stomach before bringing me back around to stop beside his left nipple.
I walked down a bit, to where his pec met his stomach, crouching down to trace the crease. I could feel each breath lifting me, rising at least a foot before settling back. I sat sideways in the nook, one ear to his chest, listening to his breathing and his heartbeat, feeling his warmth. This, right now, wasn’t so bad. I wanted to stay there, lulled by the sounds, but knew that I couldn’t. I wondered whether I could have this moment again, or if my bridges had all been burned.
I rose to a crouch, still feeling the landscape with my hands, working my way up toward the nipple. I heard Lana to my right, now mixing in small licks and nibbles with her kisses, moving up Danny’s bicep. Her left arm was reaching backward, and I glanced over to see that she was still slowly stroking Danny’s member. I turned my attention back to Danny, gauging that his nipple was about six inches across, still too small for me to straddle effectively. Instead, I lay on my stomach, angling myself to let Danny get the best view, squishing my breasts on the warm ground. I traced lazy spirals with my hands, attending to the nipple itself with firm licks and kisses, occasionally enlisting my hands for a gentle twist.
Lana was working her way back up Danny’s arm, nearing his shoulder now, and I decided that it was best to move onward. I wanted to take my time, savoring every inch of Danny’s body, but I dreaded what might happen if I bored them. I made my way to the shoulder, feeling at the firm muscles under the thick skin, then traced my way slowly along the collarbone, stopping near his neck.
“Up!” I commanded.
“Aww,” Danny replied, teasing. “Does someone need a little help?”
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat loudly. “I don’t [i]need[/i] anything. I [i]desire[/i] a lift, and you will provide it.”
“Oh-ho!” Danny chuckled. “As you command, My Diminutive Lady.” He brought a hand near, laying it palm-down so that I could climb aboard.
“Diminutive [i]Majesty[/i], thank you very much.”
It was time to entertain them. I walked across his upper lip, surveying the land, the day-and-a-half old stubble feeling odd under my feet. I could make this work.
“Danny, stick out your tongue.” He did, accompanied by a questioning grunt. I told him, “You might want to switch your phone to selfie mode if you want to watch.”
I approached his massive tongue, running both hands up and down before pressing my body to it. I glanced at Danny’s phone, moving myself so that he had a good angle, and began my flirtatious dance. This wasn’t really my style, but I tried to make it look sexy, using languid motions, wrapping my limbs around Danny and eyeing the camera with my best “come hither” face. I moved through a dozen various poses, wrapping a leg around, arching my back, squeezing my breasts between my biceps, letting my hair fall over my face before tossing it. I tried to be careful, not letting my sex touch anything, but I felt my heat rising anyway, becoming more and more insistent.
I was startled by a loud wolf-whistle, and looked up to see Lana reaching toward me with a giant something, held between two fingers. A moment later, I realized it was an enormous dollar bill, folded into one-fourth of its size, and I felt my face flush as I laughed. I turned my attention away from Danny, walking up and pinching the edge of the bill in between my breasts, lowering myself into a squat. Then I raised myself back up, looking directly at the camera with my lips pursed and eyes half-closed, sliding my stomach along the folded edge of ultra-thick paper, one hand trailing on the flat surface. At the peak, I leaned my head back, arching slightly, eyes closed and lips parted, letting my hair fall carelessly, raising one foot up off the ground. Then I pushed myself away, spinning my body with a flourish.
I heard clapping, and stood frozen for a moment before bowing graciously, unsure how else to respond, then decided to retake command before they ambushed me with any more surprises. I raised my hand high in the air, snapping my fingers to request service. I didn’t know if they could hear it, but Lana approached with a small giggle, reaching with a level hand to let me off of Danny.
“Okay,” I said. “Now it’s time for Lana.” I pointed at her. “Lay on your back.” She did, smiling, gently placing me on her stomach. “[i]Not[/i] between her legs!” I yelled, pointing at Danny, who was already moving in that direction. “That’s for later!” He rolled his eyes at me, moving to her hip instead, and started working his way down one thigh.
I knew that things would have to escalate soon, one way or another. Besides, I felt like I had already explored Lana thoroughly enough -- with one exception, but I didn’t want to go straight there. First, I made a detour for her dark triangle of public hair, now the size of a card table, and noted the precision with which it was trimmed. I had guessed earlier that the hair was under a quarter-inch long, but now it reached to the middle of my shins. I reached down, brushing my hands against the stiff stalks, and the ground shivered briefly in response.
Danny was on his return voyage, now attending to Lana’s other leg, and I made my way toward my ultimate destination. I paused briefly at her navel, feeling a new insignificance as I realized that I could easily fit inside of it, then hurried onward. I walked up to her left breast, a half-globe ten feet tall. I climbing, but then thought better of it -- I would probably struggle, and didn’t want to break the persona that I had built. Instead, I slapped my hand on the surface in front of me.
Lana understood what I meant, moving one hand over for me to use. “Such a little slave driver,” she teased. I ignored her, instead examining the massive breast that I stood upon. At my weight, it was less squishy than I had hoped, but at least the skin still felt soft. I dropped down, caressing firmly with a full arm, my hand spread to increase the surface area. I saw movement in the corner of my eye, and looked to see that Danny was beginning to attend to the other breast. I looked toward Lana, who was eyeing us both lustily. Her shoulder was moving, and I glanced to see that she had moved a hand between her legs. Fine. I couldn’t expect to control their every move.
I walked up to Lana’s nipple, still contemplating the best way to handle this. I started with my hands, first caressing, then twisting and tugging, feeling it harden satisfactorily under my hands. I started adding in some nibbles, scraping my teeth gently on her. With Danny on the other side, it was harder to gauge Lana’s reactions, but it seemed like she enjoyed the nibbling. I let this continue for a couple minutes, until Lana seemed to grow more restless, then I stood up. I knew that things still needed to escalate, and I hoped to keep them from spiraling out of control.
“You!” I pointed at Danny as he looked my way. “There!” I pointed at the valley in between Lana’s breasts. He kissed the soft flesh of Lana’s breast, moving his mouth down toward where I had pointed. “No, no!” I yelled. I made sure he was looking again, and pointed at his crotch, then back to the ground.
I saw the lightbulb flicker on, and he brightened considerably. “You got it!”
I didn’t know whether Lana had seen the exchange, but she apparently agreed. “Mmm, finally, we’re getting to the good stuff!” Danny moved up, straddling Lana’s stomach and placing himself squarely between her breasts. She squeezed them together, taking care where she placed her left hand, and I watched carefully as giant fingers fell slowly to the ground on either side of me. There was something about this that didn’t sit right, though -- besides the obvious. I was certain that Lana wouldn’t allow me to simply spectate -- she would force me to participate in some way. It would be better if I chose how I participated, rather than taking a risk on what Lana would decide.
“Wait!” I waved my arms at Danny as he was beginning to move his hips.
He stopped. “What?” he asked, a note of irritation in his voice. I took a deep breath, unsure whether my idea was actually smart or not. I climbed down Lana’s enormous breast, sliding the last few feet as the hillside became too steep for walking. I climbed onto Danny -- now about five feet wide -- and walked to his head. I had seen enough of Lana for a while, so I decided to face Danny for this, folding my legs under me and pressing my feet snug to the lip of his head, leaning forward so that my hands could help hold me in place. I looked up at Danny, hoping he could hear me. “Not too fast!”
He grinned at me, and I heard Lana from behind, “That looks like a hell of a ride!”
Danny started to move, slowly and smoothly, jostling me as he changed direction, but not enough to risk falling. I stared in awe at my surroundings: the twenty-foot long cock under my feet, hard and strong; the massive twin globes that it moved through, squishing and deforming into walls as I passed between. Danny paused occasionally to add some lubricating saliva to the valley, taking care to wait until I was out of the line of fire. I smiled at him; I doubt Lana would have been so conscientious.
After a time, Danny started to increase his rhythm, and on one stroke I nearly slipped off of him. Okay, so this wasn’t the best idea, and I needed a new plan. I was still convinced that it was a bad idea to simply watch, though. I waved at him, motioning my hand downward repeatedly to signal for him to slow down. He did as I asked, but he was clearly not happy about it. I walked quickly to Danny’s base and gripped a few strands of hair in one hand. I looked up, making sure he was watching, and gave him a thumbs-up before quickly grabbing hold with that hand, as well. Hopefully this would be secure enough.
Danny restarted his motions, starting relatively slowly, presumably testing whether I would stay in place. My hold was secure; holding my body weight seemed much easier at this size. As he increased his pace, my feet started to swing forward each time Danny finished a thrust. I tried to entangle my feet in his hair, but to no avail. I heard him chuckle occasionally as I swung, and after a time, I became sure that he was intentionally swinging me higher and higher. My grip was secure, though, and after a time, I found that I was enjoying the ride.
I let this continue for a couple minutes, but then I could sense in their body language that it was time to move on. I waited for a pause in Danny’s motion, then waved an arm, trying to draw his attention. It worked the second time I tried. For the next act, I had them set me on top of the dresser, propping the phone up to record an area next to the wall, where I directed Danny and Lana to stand.
“No, come closer!” I didn’t want to have to yell, and I wanted them to be able to still hear me when there were other noises. They each took a half-step toward me, stopping about thirty feet away from me. “There! That’s good.” I could see that it was closer to the furniture than they liked, but they wouldn’t care about that for much longer.
“Okay. Lana, turn to your right.” She did, turning to face the wall, looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “Now, Danny, press her against the wall.” She moaned enticingly as her breasts were squished against the wall, and Danny also grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head back for good measure. Good, he could see where this was going.
“Yes! Be a little rough with her.” Danny did like to play rough sometimes, but this direction was more for me than for him. If I couldn’t stop them from having sex, then I could at least make Lana the subject of someone else’s whims. I couldn’t help smiling as he smacked her on the ass, eliciting a yelp. She moaned immediately afterward and stuck her butt out even more, apparently enjoying it herself, but it was still satisfying to watch.
He placed her right hand on her butt, making her spread herself for him, and slid a hand down her crack to her sex. I felt a hand slide down toward my own, and had to force it away; watching this was getting me hotter than I had imagined it would. Danny was working Lana with two fingers, and it sounded like she was already soaking. He knelt down and tongued her clit, causing her to squeal and arch upwards, then he stood and grabbed her hair, pressing her firmly back against the wall and probing her deeply with his fingers. I gave Danny the occasional direction, mostly to remind them that I was supposed to be making the choices, but he was essentially giving me everything that I wanted from this already. I expressly did not give Lana any instructions -- I wasn’t going to give her any agency in this scenario.
I could see that Lana was ready for the next step, and Danny’s nearly-hard cock told me that he wasn’t far behind. I eyed his member for a long moment, imagining things that I could do, and had to bite my fingers to keep myself in check. Instead, I gave Danny another command: “Make her beg for it!” I grinned; this should be entertaining.
He placed his cock in between her cheeks, sliding the shaft up and down a few times, asking her, “Is this what you want? Hmm?” He then slid it farther down to her pussy, then upwards between her legs before vibrating it on her clit, causing a small spasm to run through her. “Or maybe you want more?”
“Please,” she said quietly.
“What?” Danny’s shaft glided smoothly over her slit, and she was moaning incessantly now.
“Please!” she said, more loudly. Before I realized it, I had leaned myself against the wall, pressing my breasts and face into the hard surface, imagining Danny doing the same to me, his gentle but unyielding grip holding me in place, his teasing driving me wild with desire, only to leave my desires unfulfilled until I thought I would burst. This wasn’t the reason that I had directed Danny, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt my wetness drip down a thigh, and their voices became indistinct as I became lost in my fantasy.
I was brought back by a change in Lana’s inflection. “Dan, [i]please[/i]! I need it!”
“[i]What[/i] do you need?” He was holding her wrists behind her back in his left hand, with his right hand using his meat to tease her.
“I need you to fuck me! I need you to give me that dick!” There it is, I thought, smiling inwardly. Yes, Lana, show us your inner slut.
Danny teased her clit one last time, making Lana shiver and moan, then slid his cock halfway into her. I bit my lip, imagining that invader in my own tunnel. Lana’s words mirrored my thoughts, “Oh God, yes! Make me take it! Make me take every inch of that rock-hard dick!” I felt my heat again, and struggled to maintain control of myself. I realized just how absurd it was to be aroused by the sight of my husband and my best friend, but my mind somehow took the forbidden nature of the situation and twisted it into even greater arousal. It wasn’t me, I told myself, it was that...stuff, whatever it was that Danny had given me. There’s no other way I would be aroused by watching this. By watching Danny’s hard cock filling her, making her squeal, giving her everything that she desired and more.
I didn’t realize just how much control I had lost until I felt a finger enter my pussy, moving to match Danny’s motions. I imagined the feeling of him after the first time I had shrunk, when I still had him inside me, gloriously overfilled. The air, already filled with Lana’s moans, became oversaturated as my own sounds began to slip out. Oh, yes! Danny, give it to me! Just like that! Oh God, I needed this!
Wait, no! Don’t take it away from me! Danny, please, I need it! I feel so empty without you! Can’t you see how my legs are quivering with need? Please, give it back to me!
I begged silently as Lana did the same vocally, and Danny made us wait for a few more interminable seconds before finally giving us what we craved. I closed my eyes, letting the intensity of sensation run through me. When I opened them again, I saw that Danny’s cadence had changed, a subtle change that I instantly recognized. Yes, give me that cum! Make me climax with you! And then...[i]no[/i]! No, not that! Not again! Desperate to regain control of myself, I pushed myself away from the wall, letting my body fall backward. It surprisingly didn’t hurt when I fell onto the hard surface, but the shock of it was enough to snap me out of whatever trancelike state the poison had induced in me. Trembling, I pulled myself up onto my knees and looked up at Danny and Lana, seeing that Danny was steadily racing toward the finish. I paused, steadying my breath, then decided to give Danny some help.
“Lana, squeeze!” She didn’t react, not outwardly at least, but I knew from Danny’s reaction that she had heard me. He moaned loudly, then, after two more thrusts, “God damn, girl! You’re going to make me cum!”
“Cum in her ass!” I yelled.
Lana’s head instantly whipped toward me, her eyes wide. “[i]WHAT[/i]?!” The look on her face was absolutely priceless, and I doubled over with laughter, unable to respond. Oh, I couldn’t wait to watch that replay!
She laughed in spite of herself. “God, you little whore! I hate you!”
Recovering from my fit of laughter, I realized that Danny was already crossing the finish line, and I had already missed most of it. He was buried to the hilt in Lana, shooting himself deep within her. From the expression on Lana’s face, I guessed that she had been distracted, too, and she wasn’t thrilled about it.
“Whew!” Danny pulled out of Lana, and started backing unsteadily toward the bed. “Holy shit! You two are something else!” He fell backward onto the mattress with a loud sigh, his feet still hanging over the edge. I judged that he was pretty much done for tonight.
I watched Danny for a moment, then I began to turn to see what Lana was doing, but I was startled by a sudden, huge lateral movement. My head swam, and I could feel the enormous fingers pinched around my torso, meaning that Lana must have picked me up and was moving me to somewhere else. After a moment, my speed decreased enough that my vision cleared, and I looked around quickly, trying to determine where I was. Lana was still shifting herself, lying on her back next to the dresser. I looked behind me to see that her hips were slightly up on the wall.
Lana was looking at me through narrowed eyes, a small smile on her lips. “You,” she said, jabbing a massive index finger at me, “have an evil little mind.” I was taken aback by the suddenness of her movements; it didn’t feel right when things so large moved that quickly. “You know, I almost came too, before your little stunt. So, now you owe me one orgasm.” I felt my heart sink. God damn it, Ellie. It had seemed to be going so well, but you just had to poke the bear, didn’t you?
I was suddenly moved to the ground and folded into a straddling position, surprised by how efficiently Lana was able to orient my body with a single hand. Before I could regain my bearings, she slid me rapidly forward on the wet, folded ground, and I knew more from the feel than from the sight that she had placed me at the top of her slit. Underneath me, I could feel the folded skin slide by, her clit poking out, now the size of a volleyball. I was shocked for a moment -- last time I had seen her clit, it had been about one-third of its current width.
My own pussy flared to life at the first touch, hot with jealousy from our earlier voyeurism of Danny and Lana, refusing to be denied this time. Lana pressed my shins to the ground, moving me back and forth over her folds, using my body on herself like a pleasure toy, each movement intensifying my own desire despite the ignominious state of affairs. Or maybe partly because of it -- my lust had been uncannily twisted tonight. I gritted my teeth, praying that I could contain myself until Lana was done. Concentrating, I could hear that her loud, distant moans were already filling the air. Maybe there was some hope.
Then she let go of me. “Ride me, Ellie! Show me what a sexy little cowgirl you are!” My mind worked frantically, looking for a way to get through this without another orgasm. I quickly decided to pretend to ride Lana’s clit, but use my hands on her instead, sparing myself from the unwanted contact. But my body had its own plan, and was already doing as Lana had commanded, and another arc of pleasure surged through my body as my clit slid against Lana’s. No! Fuck! I had to keep it under control.
But it was too late. My hips worked crazily, and my torso angled forward to maximize the pressure on my button. I could hear Lana’s distant moans as we descended together into our desires. “Oh God! Oh, Ellie, don’t stop! Rub me harder!” I tried to do just that, grabbing nearby folds to pull myself down, increasing the pressure on my clit and hers. “Yes! More!” I pulled still harder, sending myself deeper into a carnal spiral. But it wasn’t enough for Lana, and I felt her massive fingertip on my head. I knew what she was about to do, and sat up straight so that I wouldn’t be flattened by the pressure. Then she pushed down, hard, and I bucked my hips to pleasure us both, now eager for the imminent crescendo. Lana’s cries increased in pitch, mirroring my own as I rode her into oblivion.
No! I had to stop this! The thought forced its way through the swirl of sensations, and I suddenly remembered what was at stake. I begged my unresponsive body to obey, pleading with myself for some sanity in this unreal situation. I heard my cries increase in pitch as the intensity escalated still further, defying my silent pleas. No! I had to... I pushed my hips to the side, and felt Lana’s finger slide off of my head as the supporting frame was broken. I rolled to my back, twitching uncontrollably, my thighs locked in position from the tension remaining in my hips. But I felt myself edging back from the brink of the abyss, and I let myself enjoy my momentary success.
“Ellie! No, you can’t stop!” Lana’s cry was almost a whine, signaling her own desperation. I tried to move away, the futility of it obvious, but I couldn’t simply give up. I was immediately lifted by Lana’s giant finger and thumb, then pressed heavily to her enormous clit, and my body was suddenly her little sex toy once again. She rubbed me back and forth on herself, far more forcefully than I ever could, and my body was wracked by rapturous waves with each motion. I tried to beat my fist against her in anger and despair, but instead my hand was pressed to my own breast, massaging it roughly, desperate to add to the sensations. The abyss suddenly loomed large before me once again, drawing closer with every stroke. My cries stopped having any coherence as another torrent rushed through my body, pushing me over the edge that I no longer realized existed, as all thought became lost in the turbulence. Violent brightness encompassed me, then became colors that swam and merged, mirroring the chaos that had overpowered my mind. I dimly heard Lana as I faded: “Yes! Oh! You tiny, sexy bitch!”
A lifetime later, I was shaking. No, I was being shaken. Being shaken erratically, almost convulsively. A sound broke through my awareness, confusing me for a moment before I realized that it was a person’s voice. Not talking, or even shouting, but something more visceral. More elemental. I tried to open my eyes before realizing that they were already open. As the world started to shakily resolve itself, I saw a face to my left, looking in a random direction. Lana. The source of the sound. Lana. That meant... I turned my attention to myself, and saw that I was being held by gigantic fingers. Still. I had been gone for an eternity, and returned to exactly where I had left. Although...it wasn’t quite exactly. The fingers were larger now, and Lana’s face was farther away. I knew that was important.
The ground beneath me shuddered violently as I was pressed down with an unbearable amount of force. Another shudder, then it settled into a rapid shaking, and I began to move slower and more smoothly. My mind now partially reassembled, I finally realized that Lana had just had her own climax. I slapped my hand on her finger, hoping to get her attention, then continued for about ten more seconds until her eyes shifted to me.
Then her eyes widened. “El! You’re even smaller! What happened?” She brought me closer to her face, and I traveled a hundred feet in an instant. I scowled as I realized that my cataclysmic orgasm had gone entirely unnoticed. Lana saw my expression, but her contented smile didn’t change. “Oh, don’t be so sour. It looks like you enjoyed it just as much as I did!”
I was moved quickly around again as Lana shifted. When my vision righted itself, Lana had her feet underneath her and was standing up. I looked down, saw just how high in the air I was, then quickly looked in any other direction.
“Lana,” I said. “Put me down, please.” There must have been something in my tone, because Lana’s smile vanished as she looked at me, then placed me gently back on the dresser. I sat down, feeling a deep exhaustion. And cold. I hugged my legs to my chest, realizing that my persistent sexual arousal was finally gone. I should have felt elated, but I only felt tired, and sore, and cold. If the effects were wearing off, did that mean that I would grow back to my normal size? I looked at Danny’s phone for a size reference, not seeing any change yet. The phone was still recording an empty area of the room, having been forgotten in all the fervor.
I reached a finger gingerly toward my slit, then jerked it back as soon as it made contact. Holy shit, I was [i]sore[/i]! I guessed that it had been masked by that drink, along with my fatigue, until now. But now that it seemed to be wearing off, what would happen to me? Was this situation permanent, or temporary? Would I grow back to my normal size at some point, or be stuck like this forever?
I studied the phone, and my weariness receded as I began to truly realize the precariousness of my situation. Even on its side it was still twice my height. I approached it and held out a hand, horrified when I saw that my spread fingers would barely cover half of the home button. If, God forbid, the effects really were permanent, was it only my size that was changed? My stomach turned as I considered the possibility that it might start all over again the next time I had an orgasm.
I ventured a look over the edge of the dresser, not looking directly down this time. I didn’t think I’d be able to make it down on my own, even if I somehow worked up the courage to try. I tried to think of the things that I would be able to do without help at this size, and felt a new despair. I wouldn’t be able to get down from here, or get food or water, find something to use as clothing, find a place to use for a bathroom, or do much of anything, for that matter. Even if I made it to the floor, I wouldn’t be able to reach anything, and Danny and Lana might not even notice me as they walked around, unknowingly threatening my life.
I sat down, then lay back in defeat as I resigned myself to the fact that I was completely and utterly dependent on them, at least until something changed. On a surface level, I had known all evening what had been happening to me, but this was the first time that I truly felt it, deeply and viscerally. Until now, I hadn’t really accepted what was happening to me, and my mind kept interpreting events as if Danny and Lana had grown. But now, I felt sick at how helpless I had become. So powerless. So inconsequential. So...tiny. I felt tears rising in my eyes, and squeezed them shut, trying to fight off the despondence and find some way to mentally reassure myself. But I couldn’t find any comforting thoughts at the moment.
“You’re not sleeping, are you?” My eyes snapped open, my heart leaping for a worried instant before I saw that Lana was talking to Danny.
“What? No. I was just...resting.”
“Oh, right. I guess I’m not interesting enough to keep your attention?” She turned away from him, then made a show of bending over to pick a piece of clothing off the floor. I felt a rush of anger, no longer masked by my forced arousal.
Lana was still facing away, toying with the piece of underwear that she had picked up. “You still have the other half of that stuff?” she asked innocently. I felt a new chill at the possible implications.
“Yeah. Why? You have something in mind?” Danny responded.
Lana turned to look at him over her shoulder, wearing only her trademark half-smile.
[size=140][b]The End[/b][/size]
(for now)