A Short Story from the Giantess
Anthology
A Day In The Life Of A Living Sex
Toy II – PART 1
By Richard C.H. Davies
Warning this story contains:
Shrunken Man, Shrunken Woman, giantess, sexual, vaginal insertion, lick, vore,
anal insertion, handplay
Michael awoke with a start. His head had been
slumped over his shoulder.
His neck was stiff and ached from resting at such
an awkward angle.
His body felt stiff as well and he felt like he was
strapped to something.
He opened his eyes and looked around. He was
shocked at what he saw.
Everything looked absolutely huge around him.
He blinked in confusion. His eyesight was still
foggy and misty and he tried to blink away the poor vision.
He went to lift his hand to wipe his eyes but his
arm was held fast at his side.
He looked downwards and realised that his body had
thick nylon wrapped around him. He was strapped upright.
He looked downwards in panic, he was naked…
completely naked.
He looked right down to see his feet protruding at
the bottom of where he hung. His arms were strapped to his sides.
He yelped in fear. What the hell was happening. Was
he kidnapped? He tried to remember what had happened last night.
He had been at a bar. It was really confusing, his
brain seemed really slow and he couldn't string thoughts together.
He tried to speak but his words came out in a
jumble. It sounded like garbage. It sounded like he had just had a
stroke.
He swallowed and tried to moisten his mouth. His
throat was dry and parched.
Michael looked around him trying to work out where
he was.
He looked over his shoulder and winced as his stiff
neck tightened and pulled against him.
He managed to look over his shoulder though to see
that he was strapped to some huge purple coloured object.
It didn't look like a lamp post or a column or
anything. It looked very artificial.
The nylon was wrapped around his body and then
stretched right around whatever he was strapped to.
He looked down and tried to wriggle to see what he
was on.
He could see a thick purple base that his object
was resting on.
He was strapped and suspended in the air and his object
was sitting on some kind of veneer surface.
He looked upwards and around, further from his
immediate surroundings and his vision seemed to clear somewhat.
It enabled him to look around to see that he was in
somebody's bedroom. But the perspective all seemed really off.
It seemed like he was on a desk due to the objects
scattered around.
There was a phone, wallet and keys on the surface
nearby; he recoiled as he looked at them realising two things.
They were his and they looked absolutely
huge.
What the hell was happening?
"Help!" He managed to scream out loud.
His voice was still croaky.
"Shh!" A hushed voice whispered to him
from somewhere to his left.
He instantly jerked over to look at the
voice.
He was shocked to see another naked man hanging on
the side of another colourful pink shaft. A similar texture to his.
The person's head was lolled forwards and they
looked asleep or unconscious. He realised that it was his friend Krish.
Then a segment of memory seemed to slot into place
in his mind.
He had been out last night with his friend Krish.
He blinked a few tears of straining away and looked
up and down to see that Krish was tied to…
No it wasn't possible.
It looked like he was tied to a giant dildo.
"Oh my god!" Michael shrieked out.
"Shut it, you'll get her attention!" The
hushed voice said over his shoulder. It wasn't Krish.
He strained to look behind him but couldn't see
anybody.
"Who is it?" He asked back in an equally
hushed voice.
"I'm James…" the voice just said.
"Can you hear her?" It asked.
Michael listened.