From One Fetish... To the Next!
The Women Are Shrinking!
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
tpdbeech
The giant’s hand descended upon the defenceless underwear... The squelchy plucking of his member filled the air around the panicking tinies. They had to come up with something but what?! Carrie was reduced to a useless heap as she fell to her knees before her titanic son. Angela had other ideas though, “quick! Get up and move about! He’ll spot us when he’s close to us!” Angela flails her limbs screaming for for bloody murder. Their light is suddenly cast in darkness as a curious hand hovers over them. The slick plucking slows as Christian’s God-like voice booms over them. “What the Hell?”
The giant leaned over the bed, crouching to get a better look, in the gaze of his deep eyes he gasps in shock. “Holy shit!” His mouth grew a toothy smile. Miraculously, he could see the flailing, naked form of his girlfriend. He felt a pang of embarrassment as he let her panties drop to the floor. “Angela? I... What are you doing there? I,” his mind wanders, “oh God, my device! It got you. That’s why mom answered your phone, oh! Where’s...” he looks across slightly. His cheeks glow red. His mother is now stood across, arms on her hips. The giant looks away sheepishly. “I’ll... Explain myself later.” Christian mumbles as he extends a hand to the tinies. “This is remarkable, you’re both the same size, despite your age difference.” The pair hop on the giant’s twitchy hand. As they are lifted to his eye level, the pair notice something... Different... Christian’s breathing is erratic, his other hand is still gripped to his throbbing member...
“What’s he up to?” Carrie mumbles worriedly as they rise up her son’s sweaty chest and reach his gleaming eyes...
In the palm of his hand, his girlfriend and mother were literally ants. He smirks deviously as his head begins to wonder... “I’m so glad you’re safe,” he says nonchalantly, “Who knows what would’ve happened to your puny, sexy forms... If I hadn’t have found you?” He caresses the two with a wandering finger, prodding and stroking their chests and nether regions. Angela blushes, welcoming the giant’s embrace, the power he possesses over her...
Carrie was having none of it, she bashed away her son’s finger and roared. “You stop this right now young man! Fix me and Angela, or your father will hear about this!” The giant could only hear the tinest squeaks, but was not impressed, he was their saviour... And this is how they repaid him? The giant decided that enough was enough...
“Now, Mom... You’re gonna have to be a little nicer than that to your giant... After all... I could just...” Christian behind to tip his palm, making Carrie lose her footing! She begins to flail and tumble... At this height, her form would be pulverised by her own tasteless carpet! Carrie grips hopelessly to the wrinkles of her bastard of a son’s palm. But it’s too slippery for her to take hold... She cursed that her son jacked off right handed as she lost her grip and fell... her form flails as she screams to her death... Closing her eyes she...
*Thud!
Carrie’s fall was interrupted, she landed on something, warm... Soft, and flesh like... She slowly opened her eyes only to see the grinning face of her tormentor... “How’s the view Mom?!” The giant beamed as he swayed his cock side to side. Making Carrie sick from the motion and the stench of his sweat. She could feel the blood rushing inside this monstrous errection. She was horrified that her son was getting sick, sexual enjoyment from this. In between her tears she crawled to the base of her son’s member, the closer away from the end the better...
Above them... Angela was in tears, she couldn’t believed that Christian had nearly killed his own mother. “Look babe,” Christian says, not actually understanding the problem. “She was giving me mouth, I could just about hear her. Things were getting awkward so I thought I’d show her place.”
“Her place?!” Angela squeaks in protest. “Why are you doing this?!” Angela screams again.
“Angela... You know why... I... Like this kind of thing. All those times I asked you to, pretend to crush a car, or ‘play’ with Lego figures? Being a giant is... Well... Another one of my kinks. Building that device was just my way of making it a reality. Now, I have the perfect toys to play with...” Christian licks his lips as he clasps his palm over Angela, entrapping her. “You both have a special part to play...” he looks between his fist and his mother struggling to gain ground on his throbbing cock...
Who does the giant decide to play with first?
The giant leaned over the bed, crouching to get a better look, in the gaze of his deep eyes he gasps in shock. “Holy shit!” His mouth grew a toothy smile. Miraculously, he could see the flailing, naked form of his girlfriend. He felt a pang of embarrassment as he let her panties drop to the floor. “Angela? I... What are you doing there? I,” his mind wanders, “oh God, my device! It got you. That’s why mom answered your phone, oh! Where’s...” he looks across slightly. His cheeks glow red. His mother is now stood across, arms on her hips. The giant looks away sheepishly. “I’ll... Explain myself later.” Christian mumbles as he extends a hand to the tinies. “This is remarkable, you’re both the same size, despite your age difference.” The pair hop on the giant’s twitchy hand. As they are lifted to his eye level, the pair notice something... Different... Christian’s breathing is erratic, his other hand is still gripped to his throbbing member...
“What’s he up to?” Carrie mumbles worriedly as they rise up her son’s sweaty chest and reach his gleaming eyes...
In the palm of his hand, his girlfriend and mother were literally ants. He smirks deviously as his head begins to wonder... “I’m so glad you’re safe,” he says nonchalantly, “Who knows what would’ve happened to your puny, sexy forms... If I hadn’t have found you?” He caresses the two with a wandering finger, prodding and stroking their chests and nether regions. Angela blushes, welcoming the giant’s embrace, the power he possesses over her...
Carrie was having none of it, she bashed away her son’s finger and roared. “You stop this right now young man! Fix me and Angela, or your father will hear about this!” The giant could only hear the tinest squeaks, but was not impressed, he was their saviour... And this is how they repaid him? The giant decided that enough was enough...
“Now, Mom... You’re gonna have to be a little nicer than that to your giant... After all... I could just...” Christian behind to tip his palm, making Carrie lose her footing! She begins to flail and tumble... At this height, her form would be pulverised by her own tasteless carpet! Carrie grips hopelessly to the wrinkles of her bastard of a son’s palm. But it’s too slippery for her to take hold... She cursed that her son jacked off right handed as she lost her grip and fell... her form flails as she screams to her death... Closing her eyes she...
*Thud!
Carrie’s fall was interrupted, she landed on something, warm... Soft, and flesh like... She slowly opened her eyes only to see the grinning face of her tormentor... “How’s the view Mom?!” The giant beamed as he swayed his cock side to side. Making Carrie sick from the motion and the stench of his sweat. She could feel the blood rushing inside this monstrous errection. She was horrified that her son was getting sick, sexual enjoyment from this. In between her tears she crawled to the base of her son’s member, the closer away from the end the better...
Above them... Angela was in tears, she couldn’t believed that Christian had nearly killed his own mother. “Look babe,” Christian says, not actually understanding the problem. “She was giving me mouth, I could just about hear her. Things were getting awkward so I thought I’d show her place.”
“Her place?!” Angela squeaks in protest. “Why are you doing this?!” Angela screams again.
“Angela... You know why... I... Like this kind of thing. All those times I asked you to, pretend to crush a car, or ‘play’ with Lego figures? Being a giant is... Well... Another one of my kinks. Building that device was just my way of making it a reality. Now, I have the perfect toys to play with...” Christian licks his lips as he clasps his palm over Angela, entrapping her. “You both have a special part to play...” he looks between his fist and his mother struggling to gain ground on his throbbing cock...
Who does the giant decide to play with first?
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