With a quick turn of the knob, the door to a small faintly lit room opened. A twenty year old boy, standing 5'8" and weighing a solid 160 lbs enters, slamming the door behind him. His hair is long and hazelnut, matted with sweat, and he pulls his shirt up and over his handsome but broad and chiseled face, revealing a strong and deeply tanned physique, lean but strong shoulders, and skinny arms. His abs are slightly soft but obviously strong from much time spent out doors, skateboarding.
He wads his soaked with sweat shirt into a ball and tosses it on the floor, among shorts, tank tops, and various cans of soda. He turns around and leaps backwards into his bed, landing on the cushiony mattress with a playful hop. He pulls off his left shoe, a gray cammo Van, and then uses his long socked foot to prod off his other shoe. He ignores the shoes, but a smirk blooms across his face as he pulls off his socks as fast as he can with excited fingers, revealing two very wide size 13 feet.
Close up, among the smaller toes of his left foot that rests upon his bed, a tiny form can be seen. An impossibly small pale girl is wedged between his third and fourth toe, and as he wiggles his toes she begins to stir. Brandon bends his leg around and holds his massive foot with both hands, inspecting his long wrinkled sole and the figure imprisoned by his meaty toes with fascination.
"Hm, this is the first to get shrunk this much." He said with wonder while cracking a toe, enjoying the sensation while comparing the wiggling of the digit to a female who was actually shorter and considerable more fragile than his pinky toe. The figure was no stranger, it was Billy's girlfriend. Billy the football lineman. 6'3" and 240 lbs. He could benchpress over 400 lbs and he was known to mess with Brandon and his friends, as they were smoking pot in the skate park. He imagined his large size 13 Van coming down upon a tiny Billy, and Billy reaching up with his powerful arms, futilely trying to push off the shoe, before it completely obliterated him in a skid.
Brandon chuckled. Nah, I'll just come up with something even weirder, to fuck with him...but he'll be my bitch sho enough. He looked on in amusement as Billy's preppy girlfriend tried her best to wrestle with his toes. She came close to squirming out but then Brandon just plucked her into the big and index toe, and grabbing up her upper half with them, completely concealing her head within his fleshy extremities. From the bed he notices the vinegar aroma of his feet wafting from her prison as his tiny slim legs kick comically, and this only adds to his mirth.
He pulls his shorts down his athletic thighs revealing a broad, vascular cock, bulging and veiny and uncut, smooth and tan as the rest of his physique. At the base where his left hand strokes, he can barely get his fingers around his own circumference which is actually thicker than his own girlish wrist.
Laying back in his bed, he strokes himself as he watches her give up and begin to just lick at his toes. The entire time he had been secretly hoping she would do this.
Okay, you're cool I guess. he said, releasing her a bit as he drops her onto his bedsheet. He props up his foot before her, it appearing as some monolith, a kinky obelisk.
Um, you may continue licking my feet. he says, grabbing up a skateboarding magazine from the other side of the bed with one hand, momentarily relaxing his grip on his obscene dick before resuming to stretch and smear and play with his thick foreskin.
The musk of his cock mingled with the scent of his muscular feet. Brandon flipped through the magazine, oblivious to the occasional squeaks coming from Mel, who couldn't bear to pause for complaint for very long before continuing to slave away at the sweaty ball of his foot.
Brandon shifted his legs, propping the other foot on top of the one she had been cleaning. It was an event that had stopped her heart, such was the gravity of his casual maneuvers, but even then, when Brandon lowered his foot so that it was horizontal, with his toes reaching for her, sh ceased worrying and just took to his feet with growing excitement. She occasionally got a look at the blimplike cock above her, wide beyond her wildest dreams and obviously more impressive than Billy's endowment. She watched the tan hands playing with their masters member with great self love and immediately a change came over her. When he next looked for her, he was shocked to find her gone, but out of the corner of her eye he saw her rushing up his thigh. He let out a gasp of joy and slowed his hand technique so that she could reach the perimeter of his schlong.
okay, you're totally mine now, and you need to get used to it he joked. He dropped the magazine and picked her up.
As long as you serve me, he spoke behind dark features I will permit you to service my cock, my nutsack, and anything else I let you touch. But you're going to help me, I want your boyfriend to perform other duties for me.
The tiny girl nodded and embraced the massive cock before her, pushing her nose and face into the smooth skin. It was firm, unyielding, and as she noticed the beauty of the bulging fat shaft, she found herself fingering her tiny slit, working her labia and plunging deft fingers into her vulva as she watched, salivating.
I'll temporarily restore your size but you're to distract Billy until I can get close enough to shrink him. After that, you are both my property, and there will be no more talk of restoring anyone's size.
He watched Mel nod to him before returning to lick and press at his cock's lower shaft with savage affection. He was so impressed by the size difference, and the novelty of the vision set before him, as well as his own feeling of confidence and ownership over another soul, that he felt a surge of energy ignite within, and his cock spurted out a heavy load, which dripped down the side of his swollen shaft and splattered all over his slave. She was staring up at her new master, her hands, arms, breasts, and hips thick with his molten climax. She had felt his orgasm, every cell in her body had felt it and obeyed. She felt her heart slowly slow from the climax she had just had from proximity. She watched his huge beautiful cock deflate and lay limp, surprised by the godly dimensions of even his flaccid member.
She turned and saw him smiling at her.
You're to clean me up as I sleep, and in case I wasn't clear enough with the words I just used, you won't get another meal for days. Consider this part of your training. he said, and then he went back to his magazine.
It was many hours later, and Brandon was snoring peacefully, before a crusty, breathless Mel curled up to sleep near his heavy ball sack, his crotch beneath her slick with the saliva of her incredible feat, and her tongue dry and exhausted from exertion. She could barely speak a word through her sore jaw and tongue, but as she drifted off, she found herself playing with her pussy. So this is madness, she thought, imagining Brandon completely toying with her shrunken ex boyfriend, holding him by the head between his incredible toes and making him swear to devote his life to his new master. She smiled guiltily, and then began masturbating, imagining ways Billy could help her serve their titan. In her dreams, Billy never revealed his dick to her again, but learned to accept that he was a mere piece of lint or smear of dick cheese before Brandon's girth. In the end she knew Billy was a temporary fixture and would end up a stain somewhere on Brandon's uncouth skater body, likely just reduced to pulp between Brandon's gnarly toes. She laughed when she thought that Billy refused to ever go down on her. Now he would spent the remainder of his time on earth submitting to the whims of a slacker giant with a ridiculously wide shafted dick. It would be like Nick Nude on the island of Gulliver's little people, but he would have an ally.
Billy, who was always something of bully, would finally learn some humility. With his strength, he would provide good service to that incredible member. She thought of Brandon just leaving him there in his package, for days on end, going through school, domination sessions with her, skateboarding excursions, his tiny form apparent in the tight underwear that Brandon preferred, in the backdrop of his expansive endowment. Yes, she was totally behind the reduction of Billy, and perhaps he could be reduced further and become her servant, the servant of a servant, tucked away in her ass or working her g spot as she scaled her new lover. She sighed and released another eruption of fluid at this thought. This was her madness. It was strange, but she had always wanted to see one boy serve another, and at least her master was fit, colossally sized, and fittingly hung.
He wads his soaked with sweat shirt into a ball and tosses it on the floor, among shorts, tank tops, and various cans of soda. He turns around and leaps backwards into his bed, landing on the cushiony mattress with a playful hop. He pulls off his left shoe, a gray cammo Van, and then uses his long socked foot to prod off his other shoe. He ignores the shoes, but a smirk blooms across his face as he pulls off his socks as fast as he can with excited fingers, revealing two very wide size 13 feet.
Close up, among the smaller toes of his left foot that rests upon his bed, a tiny form can be seen. An impossibly small pale girl is wedged between his third and fourth toe, and as he wiggles his toes she begins to stir. Brandon bends his leg around and holds his massive foot with both hands, inspecting his long wrinkled sole and the figure imprisoned by his meaty toes with fascination.
"Hm, this is the first to get shrunk this much." He said with wonder while cracking a toe, enjoying the sensation while comparing the wiggling of the digit to a female who was actually shorter and considerable more fragile than his pinky toe. The figure was no stranger, it was Billy's girlfriend. Billy the football lineman. 6'3" and 240 lbs. He could benchpress over 400 lbs and he was known to mess with Brandon and his friends, as they were smoking pot in the skate park. He imagined his large size 13 Van coming down upon a tiny Billy, and Billy reaching up with his powerful arms, futilely trying to push off the shoe, before it completely obliterated him in a skid.
Brandon chuckled. Nah, I'll just come up with something even weirder, to fuck with him...but he'll be my bitch sho enough. He looked on in amusement as Billy's preppy girlfriend tried her best to wrestle with his toes. She came close to squirming out but then Brandon just plucked her into the big and index toe, and grabbing up her upper half with them, completely concealing her head within his fleshy extremities. From the bed he notices the vinegar aroma of his feet wafting from her prison as his tiny slim legs kick comically, and this only adds to his mirth.
He pulls his shorts down his athletic thighs revealing a broad, vascular cock, bulging and veiny and uncut, smooth and tan as the rest of his physique. At the base where his left hand strokes, he can barely get his fingers around his own circumference which is actually thicker than his own girlish wrist.
Laying back in his bed, he strokes himself as he watches her give up and begin to just lick at his toes. The entire time he had been secretly hoping she would do this.
Okay, you're cool I guess. he said, releasing her a bit as he drops her onto his bedsheet. He props up his foot before her, it appearing as some monolith, a kinky obelisk.
Um, you may continue licking my feet. he says, grabbing up a skateboarding magazine from the other side of the bed with one hand, momentarily relaxing his grip on his obscene dick before resuming to stretch and smear and play with his thick foreskin.
The musk of his cock mingled with the scent of his muscular feet. Brandon flipped through the magazine, oblivious to the occasional squeaks coming from Mel, who couldn't bear to pause for complaint for very long before continuing to slave away at the sweaty ball of his foot.
Brandon shifted his legs, propping the other foot on top of the one she had been cleaning. It was an event that had stopped her heart, such was the gravity of his casual maneuvers, but even then, when Brandon lowered his foot so that it was horizontal, with his toes reaching for her, sh ceased worrying and just took to his feet with growing excitement. She occasionally got a look at the blimplike cock above her, wide beyond her wildest dreams and obviously more impressive than Billy's endowment. She watched the tan hands playing with their masters member with great self love and immediately a change came over her. When he next looked for her, he was shocked to find her gone, but out of the corner of her eye he saw her rushing up his thigh. He let out a gasp of joy and slowed his hand technique so that she could reach the perimeter of his schlong.
okay, you're totally mine now, and you need to get used to it he joked. He dropped the magazine and picked her up.
As long as you serve me, he spoke behind dark features I will permit you to service my cock, my nutsack, and anything else I let you touch. But you're going to help me, I want your boyfriend to perform other duties for me.
The tiny girl nodded and embraced the massive cock before her, pushing her nose and face into the smooth skin. It was firm, unyielding, and as she noticed the beauty of the bulging fat shaft, she found herself fingering her tiny slit, working her labia and plunging deft fingers into her vulva as she watched, salivating.
I'll temporarily restore your size but you're to distract Billy until I can get close enough to shrink him. After that, you are both my property, and there will be no more talk of restoring anyone's size.
He watched Mel nod to him before returning to lick and press at his cock's lower shaft with savage affection. He was so impressed by the size difference, and the novelty of the vision set before him, as well as his own feeling of confidence and ownership over another soul, that he felt a surge of energy ignite within, and his cock spurted out a heavy load, which dripped down the side of his swollen shaft and splattered all over his slave. She was staring up at her new master, her hands, arms, breasts, and hips thick with his molten climax. She had felt his orgasm, every cell in her body had felt it and obeyed. She felt her heart slowly slow from the climax she had just had from proximity. She watched his huge beautiful cock deflate and lay limp, surprised by the godly dimensions of even his flaccid member.
She turned and saw him smiling at her.
You're to clean me up as I sleep, and in case I wasn't clear enough with the words I just used, you won't get another meal for days. Consider this part of your training. he said, and then he went back to his magazine.
It was many hours later, and Brandon was snoring peacefully, before a crusty, breathless Mel curled up to sleep near his heavy ball sack, his crotch beneath her slick with the saliva of her incredible feat, and her tongue dry and exhausted from exertion. She could barely speak a word through her sore jaw and tongue, but as she drifted off, she found herself playing with her pussy. So this is madness, she thought, imagining Brandon completely toying with her shrunken ex boyfriend, holding him by the head between his incredible toes and making him swear to devote his life to his new master. She smiled guiltily, and then began masturbating, imagining ways Billy could help her serve their titan. In her dreams, Billy never revealed his dick to her again, but learned to accept that he was a mere piece of lint or smear of dick cheese before Brandon's girth. In the end she knew Billy was a temporary fixture and would end up a stain somewhere on Brandon's uncouth skater body, likely just reduced to pulp between Brandon's gnarly toes. She laughed when she thought that Billy refused to ever go down on her. Now he would spent the remainder of his time on earth submitting to the whims of a slacker giant with a ridiculously wide shafted dick. It would be like Nick Nude on the island of Gulliver's little people, but he would have an ally.
Billy, who was always something of bully, would finally learn some humility. With his strength, he would provide good service to that incredible member. She thought of Brandon just leaving him there in his package, for days on end, going through school, domination sessions with her, skateboarding excursions, his tiny form apparent in the tight underwear that Brandon preferred, in the backdrop of his expansive endowment. Yes, she was totally behind the reduction of Billy, and perhaps he could be reduced further and become her servant, the servant of a servant, tucked away in her ass or working her g spot as she scaled her new lover. She sighed and released another eruption of fluid at this thought. This was her madness. It was strange, but she had always wanted to see one boy serve another, and at least her master was fit, colossally sized, and fittingly hung.
