Escaping the Undies Herself Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it) chapter 5 by 2kfsk

Franky didn’t want to leave anything to chance. Staying in this cave left her with too few options, and something about the situation made her feel a lot more claustrophobic than she was used to. So, though her gut instinct was against it, her brain told her climbing out the way she came was the safest choice. It wasn’t exactly a jaunt down the block, but it was near enough that Franky was confident she could make it. And by the time she was out, she could at least breathe air that wasn’t saturated with salty boy-musk.

Her mind was made up, and Franky started the trek. It was mystifying seeing the dick up close, but you’ve seen a genital organ once, you’ve seen it a thousand times. She was almost to the rim of the underwear—to freedom!—when she felt something odd about the skin she was clinging to. The pores were becoming pocked goosebumps.

This gave Franky pause. She knew this could only mean a change in Jason’s emotional state, but she didn’t know what it precisely was. What she did know was that as far as she could tell, he remained asleep.

But, there was nothing Franky could do about it, so she kept climbing.

“Almost… to the top… and… yes! Got it!”

Her head slid out from beneath the elastic waistband of the underwear. She remained in relative darkness beneath the thick-spun jeans, but there was a lot more room to breathe up here. “Sweet freedom!” Franky dragged the rest of her body out of the underwear and took a bit of time to refill her lungs and hopefully restore some energy before making the rest of the way. Franky was excited to tell her friends that she’d seen a penis when she got back to school, and even better… it was her adult babysitter’s! They’d be sure to ask her what it looked like, so Franky was glad she got such a good view of it for reference.

“Okay, time to move.” For someone as small as Franky, staying still was just asking for the fates to drop some form of bomb on you, especially if your resting place was the body of a giant boy. She started moving again.

And she had only been traveling for a few moments before she felt shifting in Jason’s form beneath her. The rumbles radiated through him in a biological quake, and Franky had no idea which way would be safe, so she simply stopped and clung as hard as she could to her babysitter’s skin, and waited.

“What could it be now!?” Franky was tired of all these wrenches being thrown into her trek.

Then, like a fox in the rabbit hole, it returned. Franky gasped, and she started booking it crosswise, out of its line of sight. But the hand seemed laser-focused on the intruder, and its stupendous digits sought Franky out with bloodhound focus, plowing into her before continuing beneath the underwear again.

“C’mon!!” Franky groaned. This would put her right back where she started!

But Franky would have bigger problems soon enough; the hand had scooped Franky up on its way to the cock, and now the tiny girl was being sandwiched between Jason’s thick palm and a phallus that was about to receive all the stimulation that it so desired.

“Alright, Jason?” Franky said, squirming and struggling in the darkness as she tried to deduce exactly what he seemed to be about to do. “You can, ahm… let me out now! Yeah, that sounds good…”

But Jason’s ears were heedless, and in the bliss of a wet dream involving him, a few classmates from college, and no fewer than three scantily clad anime characters, he began to stroke.

“W-whoa!” Franky was dragged up the shaft by the hand, and she felt absolutely every inch of that distance. The flesh of Jason’s dick, lightly lubricated both by sweat and by precum, was still rough for someone at Franky’s scale, and it wasn’t an experience she wanted to repeat. But unfortunately, Jason’s subconscious mind didn’t see fit to give her that chance—without a care in the world, Franky was dragged back down the shaft. Then back up again.

“JA-SON… JAS—ONN…!?” Franky couldn’t breathe—she was so utterly focused on staying conscious that she genuinely forgot to. This was like an amusement park ride, but dark and cramped and changing velocities at speeds that no adult human could possibly be prepared for, much less a child whose age was in the single digits. “HE—LP!!”

Spittle flew from Franky’s mouth and was immediately put to infinitesimal use as additional lubricant. His hand had the perfect technique to scoop up the oozing precum from Jason’s cock and use it to lather up the shaft’s freakish length. It was neat when near-flaccid, but Franky could only imagine a cock this long while hard had to belong to an utter monster. There was simply no way boy’s meat was this big all the time!

Franky tried squirming again, but it was no use. “Come on… PLEASE!! I—”

Rrrri…

Oh no.

Franky couldn’t even look over her shoulder without breaking her neck—she just had to intuit that this was the sound of her swimsuit, under the pressure of dozens of repeated scrapings between an unstoppable force and an immovable object, coming apart at the seams. “Not that!!” Franky pleaded, but Jason remained implacable and asleep. It didn’t take but a few more minutes of this before Franky had been entirely disrobed and was being rubbed against Jason’s cock in the nude.

Franky’s screams were losing their definition as the rubbing intensified. The fluids in her body were oscillating from the top of her brain to the bottoms of her toes, and it was only picking up the pace. Not only was the speed increasing, but the tension and pressure with which the hands—each digit more than enough to dwarf the girl—squeezed her into the reinforced cock. Jason was masturbating with such aggression that even Franky’s naked skin, under the immense pressure and frictional forces, was rubbed raw. Flesh was scraped from Franky’s back and immediately integrated into the lubrication effort.

Human fingers are sensitive and capable of detecting immensely small stimuli, so it’s not unlikely that Jason—now fully awake and desperately horny—felt the beginnings of Franky’s body unravelling under the inhuman forces and pressure it was being subjected to. But if he did, there was nothing in that crazed, animalistic lust that told him to stop. So, he kept going. His cock was oozing precum, and his hand was lathering up more than ever before. Any worries of hurting himself were discarded, so he squeezed his cock with all the tightness of an illicit lover and redoubled his jerking, entirely oblivious to the shrieking, tiny, terrified passenger that was quite literally wrapped up in it all. Bones were breaking, muscles were coming apart, skin was peeling itself off, blood was being replaced by precum, it was no less than analog disintegration. Screams were useless, but they were all she could do, so she screamed anyway. For Jason, for her Mom, for Madison, for literally anything, as her every fiber was crumpled, rolled up, and the wet innards retooled to be Jason’s lube. Until…

Jason came. The load was immense, getting all over himself, his pants, the ottoman, and the floor in streaks that layered next to and on top of themselves like railroad junctions. The thick goop was tightly-wound, the result of arousal potent enough to impregnate a cow had it been necessary. It was genuinely quite embarrassing for the young man, and though he admired the strength of his load—his cock was, all things considered, quite average for his age—he had to sit with himself for a moment to reckon with the humiliation of what he’d just done.

When that was over, Jason decided to simply divest himself of his trousers and march to the kitchen naked for some paper towels. This was a good session, but he shouldn’t make a habit of it, he thought, as he wiped away a patch of precum on the couch that looked bizarrely more pink than usual. It wouldn’t look good if Mrs. Jones came by with his pants around his ankles. And just imagine if Franky saw?

…

Where was Franky, anyway?