Elsa let out a sigh of relief when she finally found a parking spot.
It was a block and a half from her father’s house; the entire
neighborhood was close to a football stadium and today was game day.
She had no interest in the game itself, but she knew her Dad loved
the game.
When she got out of
the car she arched her back and stretched. She was excited to
surprise her stepfather with her visit today. Elsa lived almost two
hours from her childhood home and it really did bother her that she
wasn’t able to visit more often. Her mother had passed away last
year and at first grief had kept her away and her stepfather visited
her instead for a change in scenery.
Now it was her turn
to do the driving and she knew her father Edward, technically her
step-father, would be thrilled. They could watch the game together,
she’d brought clothes for the three day weekend, and catch up. She
glanced in the backseat at her bag, then at the clock which showed
she only had five minutes until kickoff.
“I’ll
come back for you,” she said aloud before locking her car and
hurrying onto the sidewalk.
Most
of the crowd had already gotten to the stadium but there were still
some stragglers hurrying to see their favorite time hopefully win.
Several joked with Elsa she was headed the wrong way and she joked
back with them that she was running from the upcoming meltdown.
Two
houses down from her father’s she saw a young woman who was
initially headed toward the stadium as well. She was surprised how
much this girl looked like her. Long brown hair in a ponytail, not
quite six-foot tall, perky C-cup breasts. Even down to the face Elsa
felt almost like she was walking toward a mirror. It was even more
interesting how closely they matched because Elsa had died her hair
that color several days ago and started wearing it up for the first
time in years – even her boyfriend hadn’t recognized her for a
moment that very morning.
The
other woman must have felt similar because as they approached one
another she slowed just as Elsa was ready to turn up the sidewalk to
her dad’s front door.
“Wow,
you, uh,” the doppelganger said, “We’re even wearing the same
outfit!”
Elsa
laughed and looked down, surprised. They both had on black short
shorts and a light blue shirt.
“I
swear I thought for a second I had taken drugs,” she laughed, “We
could be twins!”
The
other woman laughed, then turned toward Edward’s house as well.
“Uh,
do you know my dad?” Elsa asked, pointing at the house ahead.
This
time the other woman paused, a little confused.
“Wait,
your dad lives here?” she asked, looking between Elsa and the
house.
“Yeah!
I’m Elsa, what’s your name?” Elsa asked, happy to make another
friend and still excited from how close they were in appearance.
“Oh,
I’m Anna, but I don’t know your dad, I was actually here to
deliver something.”
Anna
indicated the box she was holding, roughly the size of a shoebox but
instead appearing to be made of gray plastic.
How didn’t I
notice that before? Elsa
wondered.
What are the
odds? Anna wondered, Maybe
I’ll get to the game anyway!
Then
she thought about the kind of man she was thirty feet away from
meeting for the first time.
Or maybe today’s
gonna be a lot freakier than I thought.
“-kay?”
Anna
snapped out of her thoughts and smiled at Elsa, trying to keep the
smile more friendly and less pointed.
“Yeah,
yeah I’m fine,” she replied, “Just got lost in my thoughts.”
Anna
held out the box to Elsa, and the other brunette took it
automatically.
“If
you’re headed in there anyway would you mind delivering this for
me?” she asked Elsa. “It’s a special order but he’d love it
if his daughter brought it, I’m sure.”
“Of
course!” Elsa replied back as she resisted the urge to shake the
box. It was oddly heavy considering its size.
“Oh
and one more thing before I run-” Anna pulled out a small spritzer
filled with a clear liquid, “-it sounds weird but this is part of
the delivery.”
Elsa
didn’t have time to do anything but close her eyes when Anna
sprayed her with the liquid. It was surprisingly cold and when she
inhaled some through her nose she sneezed.
“What
was-” she tried to ask, but sneezed again.
“Gotta
run!” Anna said with a smile, already hurrying toward the football
stadium. With any luck she could still catch up with her friends who
had an extra ticket. She hadn’t committed to the game because she
knew she had to work the long weekend but now that the world’s
greatest coincidence had occurred…
“Go
knock on the door!” she called back to Elsa who was still mid
sneezing fit, “It’s kinda time dependent!”
“Um,
sure?” Elsa said as Anna strode away quickly. Her excitement from
meeting her almost twin was quickly replaced by confusion at their
strange interaction.
The
other woman was hurrying away and Elsa didn’t bother to call after
her.
That was weird.
Walking
up to her father’s house, Elsa tucked the odd box under her right
arm and knocked on the door. Normally she would have just gone in but
she loved the ‘reveal’ of him opening the door to see her
unexpectedly. She looked back at Anna again and she was almost at the
end of the block already.
Then
her skin started itching horribly, prompting a moment of panic just
as she heard the door handle turn. The
itch came on so fast that Elsa couldn’t tell where it had even
started, and before she could even raise her free hand to start
scratching anywhere it turned to a full body electric jolt and she
drew breath to yell.
Anna
turned around just in time to
see the look on her substitute worker’s face when the shrinking
spray started working. She’d gone through it dozens, if not
hundreds, of times and knew exactly how shocking it was no matter how
often one did it. She smiled and let out a nervous breath she hadn’t
realized she was holding when….Ella?…vanished suddenly from sight
and the door opened simultaneously.
“Perfect,”
she mumbled as Jason, her client, looked down at the shoebox and pile
of clothes with a smile.
He
was surprisingly good looking for an older man, and she knew from
talking to her actual coworkers that he was stunningly virile for
being fifty-one.
His
hair was a perfect salt-and-pepper look and he was wearing a bathrobe
that hid an almost six-pack and biceps just beginning to regain their
definition. At six foot tall with a strong chin he was a very good
looking man.
Wouldn’t have
minded working with him, she
thought as he picked up the shoebox and picked up the collapsed
bundle of clothes before going back inside his house and shutting the
door.
But
by the time she was at the end of the block and hearing cheers from
inside the football stadium the only things Anna was thinking about
were that she was about to get paid for several days of work without
lifting a finger, and that this football game was going to be a
blast.
***
Edward
had been fairly busy that morning, unfortunately. Even though it was
the biggest football game of the year, so far hopefully, not only had
his usual Saturday morning workout gone poorly when the power was
lost at his gym, but his workplace had an emergency and he’d spent
an hour on the phone working the on-call engineer through a
troubleshooting process.
It
was very frustrating.
The
past year or so had been almost a constant cascade of bad news. His
wife had passed away, all his kids were moved out, he missed out on a
big promotion and twice missed winning the lottery by one number –
each of his picks were one less than the actual numbers. Now that the
dust was settling from the worst year of his life Edward finally had
a four day weekend to enjoy to himself.
And
he very much planned on enjoying it.
About
six months ago he’d lamented to a work friend that he had no idea
about how to even try to meet someone new, which led to a discussion
where he admitted how much sex he and his late wife use to have. To
say he was pent up would be an understatement.
His
friend had slipped him a card with a phone number on it.
“They’re
pricey,” the friend said after glancing around to make sure they
weren’t overheard, “And it’s riding the line on legal terms –
they’re not whores. But I think you should experience it yourself
and make your own judgment.”
After
that conversation the subject had never come up again.
And
three weeks later Edward finally called the number and he’d been
completely satisfied with what he received. While the service was
expensive it was certainly worth it and Edward reasoned that he had
enough money for two lifetimes and all of his children were
successful and happy.
Shouldn’t
he enjoy himself too?
He’d
only had evening services so far and loved every minute of it. Which
was why over this very long weekend he was looking forward to a more
comprehensive event. Luckily the service gave discounted prices for
longer commitments, even though the number of workers willing to
commit dropped rapidly. Only ten women were willing to work for
longer than a full day, and two that listed ‘monthly rates.’
Without
thinking about it Edward had picked out a woman that looked very
similar to his daughter, Elsa. If she had darker hair and ever put
her hair up; the service provided a nice array of pictures of their
workers. Similar body type, same height, and he hated to admit that
their breasts were equally great to look at.
Luckily
she lived two hours away and would never learn of his selection, his
‘type.’
But
even though he saw the woman for a moment just before she vanished on
his doorstep his heart still leapt into his throat. He could have
sworn it was actually Elsa that shrunk down right in front of him,
just like he requested. Twice he’d had the worker shrink in his
kitchen after a little chitchat but it felt too humanizing for his
purposes; if he wanted to treat them as toys conversation had to be
minimum.
So
just like he had several times before he picked up the goodie box,
which was heavier than usual as it came with more accessories, and
half picked up half swiped the bundle of clothes back through his
front door. Then Edward closed it behind him.
The
clothes he kicked into the living room along with their tiny
inhabitant. The girl probably didn’t enjoy it but he’d paid for a
toy and at least at first he had no intention of giving it human
consideration. Maybe in a day or two.
The
box was set down on his kitchen table and Edward opened it carefully.
Like the other boxes it was impossibly larger on the inside; it could
be a large shoebox but depending on the angle of how he looked into
it there was almost five times as much room as their should have
been. Attached smartly to the underside of the lid was the customary
list of contents, instructions, and guidance on how to get the most
out of his tiny toy.
“Stella’s
Secret Service wins again,” he said with a smile as he got hard
just by looking at all the toys inside.
A
clear rectangular container came out first and Edward plugged it in
next his coffee maker. Several other small items he spread out on the
kitchen counter and -
The
television from the next room jolted him out of his reverie. A sudden
roar of the crowd came from his living room and Edward dropped the
sleeve he had been holding and rushed to the couch. Along the way he
kicked the pile of clothes closer to the couch and made sure his beer
was within easy reach.
“Damn,
almost missed it.”
On
the television kickoff had just occurred and the ball went out of the
endzone. Uneventful but expected.
Elsa
screamed in panic. She had no idea what was happening. One moment her
skin was on fire, then next she was trapped in darkness. But it
didn’t take her long to realize this darkness was impossibly
familiar: there was a distinct smell in the darkness.
“What,
what-” she tried to say as something heavy and soft weighed down on
her.
Then
her cotton and satin prison was thrown sideways. When it landed she
rolled and her leg got caught in something that almost twisted it the
wrong way. She froze as her terror multiplied and she carefully
contorted herself until she could get her leg free. Once she was free
she rolled onto her back and looked upward as she caught her breath.
Through
whatever was on top of her there was a light shining and she could
see a pattern. As her eyes adjusted to this low level light it became
very obvious even in her panicked state what had happened.
“Okay,
I’m shrunk and stuck in my panties and that other woman -” She
paused as the realization fully set it. “This was supposed to be
her! She knew! That bit-!”
Her
cloth prison was violently thrown sideways again and over her screams
Elsa heard a screaming football crowd. There was no way her own yells
were audible. Right now at least.
“I’m
shrunk and that woman was going to...going to…”
Thudding
footsteps and the sound of a beer cracking open made her squeak in
surprise yet again.
“Why?
This doesn’t make any sense! For what????”
But
Elsa didn’t have any time to try and guess what was happening.
Where this service had been very carefully extended to her father, to
the public at large shrinking technology wasn’t even considered
possible. Certainly not outside of a laboratory with building-sized
equipment and dozens of lab coats.
The
cloth above her was lifted away and she was caught for a moment on
the neckline; she lifted upward with a screech and then fell back
down onto the crotch of her panties with a squawk.
“Dad!”
she yelled upward, waving her arms frantically, “Help! Something
happened and -”
Her
words trailed off when she realized her father was naked.
“Kinda
small,” he said as he looked down at her.
Elsa
didn’t see the small remote in her father’s hand. Her eyes were
looked on his massive penis that jutted out above her.
“What
the fuck?”
At
least eight inches of rod towered over her with massive balls that
were almost alarming. They were alarming. If she went to a guy’s
house and he was packing what her dad was she’d stop all the action
at a handjob and never call him again.
Her
mind was yelling to look away, it was her dad. But with all the panic
and bizarreness of the past several minutes kept her stuck on pause.
Then
a wave of nausea overwhelmed her. She tried to wave and yell again to
her father but all she could manage was to close her eyes.
When
she opened them again the nightmare above her was still present but
her dad’s cock didn’t seem as large.
“That’s
better,” her dad said. His eyes flicked to the mountain sized
television and he smiled. “This is gonna be awesome, get ‘em
Stars!”
Elsa’s
confusion only deepened and she struggled to her knees, inadvertently
presenting hr backside to her titanic father. She didn’t see his
hand reaching down toward her.
She
squeaked in terror as fingers wrapped around her entire body.
“You’re
right,” Edward said when Elsa froze involuntarily, “Let’s get
our own game started.”
With
practiced hands Edward spread the toy’s legs. He smiled as he
remembered the first time a toy had talked him through how to do this
easier; his first attempt had been comically ineffective. Her torso
was smaller than his hand so her legs were kicking into open air –
or at least trying to. It was always funny how they couldn’t help
but fight back even though they knew exactly why they were coming to
his house.
Elsa
felt her legs be spread, her strongest struggles not mattering at all
to her dad’s rough hands. Then something massive and almost boiling
hot pushed up the inside of her thighs.
She
jerked her head back. She knew exactly what that thing was. Unreality
washed over her as she looked at a commercial for a children’s
hospital while the world’s biggest cock was about to murder her.
“Dad
no waitstop!” she yelled as her legs and thighs spread impossibly
wide. Nothing cracked or broke and she realized this might be far
worse than just dying.
The
little toy tried to yell something but Edward wasn’t paying
attention to her. They all tried to yell something.
He
pressed his cockhead where he knew her pussy was and pulled her legs
apart a little harder, letting her torso go and grabbing a leg with
each hand. Her stretchy body spread perfectly like he wanted and he
yanked her downward. Just like every other time he couldn’t look
away as her body stretched perfectly over his cock and he savored
both the view and the sensation as she perfectly molded to his cock.
Every ridge and vein was visible through her distended skin but he
knew she was perfectly safe and he didn’t stop until her torso was
stretched and wrapped around his entire length.
Her
head was only slightly distorted, he saw with a laugh.
The
commercials on the television finished at that exact moment.
“Perfect,
we can both watch!” he announced as he leaned back on the couch.
Elsa
would’ve screamed if she could have.
Edward
made himself comfortable and took a drink of his beer. The tiny was
squeezing his cock tightly and he knew from experience he could
easily edge himself the length of this football game. As far as his
cock was concerned it was lodged deeply in some random pussy and it
had never let him or any of his lovers down.
As
his favorite team received the ball, Edward gave himself a careful
and slow stroke. It was awkward when the tiny slipped off even though
slipping back inside of her always felt great.
“Oh,
right,” he reminded himself.
Standing,
he walked quickly to the kitchen, grabbed a small device, and hurried
back to the couch. He didn’t miss a single play on the television.
Elsa
was only vaguely aware of it as her father again grabbed each leg,
then yanked down on them. Her torso elongated slightly further but
she was too out of her mind with terror, pain, and a flood of
sensation that she couldn’t start to describe to care. Edward
pulled her legs down enough until they looped under his balls, then
carefully (he didn’t want to pinch himself) used a modified
shoelace clip to hold her legs together.
“That’ll
do.”
His
toy’s legs were now wrapped under his massive balls almost like a
cockring. Experimentally he stroked with his toys twice, almost
pulling her off and then letting go. Just as desired the elasticity
of her legs pulled her back down almost excruciatingly slowly until
he was fully encased in flesh once more.
“Fuck
yeah.”
While
the football game unfolded in dramatic fashion Edward edged himself
toward a long, slow orgasm. It had been months since he had sex, a
one-time pity fling while on vacation, and several days since he’d
orgasmed. He’d held back in anticipation of this long weekend and
it was worth it.
He
held back until halftime.
To
Elsa time lost all meaning. With agonizing slowness she was pulled
off her dad’s cock and her torso snapped almost back into shape by
the time he let go, and she realized that her own legs were the
driving force that pulled her back down onto it. It didn’t hurt. It
didn’t feel good. It was incredibly humiliating and every beat of
her dad’s heart reverberated through her entire body.
It
was almost with a sense of relief that she saw the game was half over
and her dad’s pulse finally started to increase along with his
stroking speed. The nightmare was almost over. Surely after this he’d
let her go?
Edward
put the television on mute and slid his laptop onto his coffee table.
It opened to his favorite website, and a bookmarked video of a
redhead having her ‘first’ anal experience. He leaned forward and
started stroking himself in earnest; he was ready both from edging
for an hour and also from how exciting the football game was proving
to be.
The
urge to edge himself further was pushed aside as an insane amount of
cock slid neatly into the redhead’s backdoor.
He
pulled his stroker up and down faster and faster until his balls
finally boiled over and he came with a groan.
Elsa
tried to shriek as she felt her dad’s cock grow even larger, then
spit boiling liquid so deep inside her she couldn’t even say if it
was in her pussy technically. Her ribcage seemed to expand as it was
filled with her father’s sperm and each pulse only made the
distortion grow. The heat from his seed seared her insides as shot
after shot just kept coming.
After
one of the longest orgasms of his life, Edward finally stopped
stroking and looked down at his stroker as his cock became too
sensitive to continue. Her top half looked just like a used condom;
her bottom half and his grip had prevented any semen from leaking out
around his shaft so his prodigious load was stuck in her torso.
He
laughed when he saw this: “Gonna have to rent one of you for a
condom someday.”
Thoughts
of his next door neighbor drifted across his mind. She was friendly,
cute, and twenty years younger than he was. There was no real shot
there but a guy could dream.
Carefully
he undid the clip under his balls and immediately the little toy
started to slip off his softening cock. Just before it could pop off
he seized her legs again and used the clip just below the level of
her hips, squeezing the tiny girl shut almost like a bag of chips.
Elsa felt the massive load of jizz move about her less distended
torso and try to shoot out of her tortured pussy. Until it was
physically stopped by the pinching piece of plastic.
“Wait-”
she tried to say but her entire body was fighting reflexively against
what had just happened to her.
She
simply twitched in Edward’s hands as he walked toward the kitchen.
“No
mess,” he said as he set her inside the clearly container he’d
plugged in just before the game had started.
Elsa’s
eyes started to focus again just as her father shut the clear lid to
her odd plastic prison. Only the floor wasn’t transparent and it
seemed to be covered in LED lights. It was like being in a large
glass coffin. Above her, her father was reading an instruction manual
and completely ignoring her weak attempts at waving to get his
attention. Each movement made the load of jizz she was filled with
jiggle and distort her torso, causing the urge to vomit.
Above
her Edward mumbled as he read from an instruction manual.
“Dad…”
she said weakly, holding up a hand in a desperate attempt to get his
help.
He
shrugged, not noticing at all.
“Seems
easy enough.”
Edward
reached down and flipped a switch that Elsa couldn’t see. Instantly
each of the LEDs below her lit up blue, then red, then a combination
of colors she couldn’t begin to describe. Both because she didn’t
have the words and because she was too busy reflexively failing at
scrambling away from the sudden turning sensations that encompassed
the side of her body that was exposed to the cleansing lights.
Edward
laughed as he saw the toy start to jerk around inside the sterilizer.
He’d never had one of these toys for long enough for one to bring
the device and he’d just ignored some of the mess. As she squirmed
he walked to the fridge for another beer and to grab a bag of potato
chips. This spared him the odd sight of the clip popping off during
Elsa’s movements, causing his seed to squirt out of her body as it
rapidly regained its normal shape.
The
relief of no longer being filled with gallons of spunk was lost on
Elsa as the burning sensations continued. Fifteen minutes later, when
the auto cycle finally stopped, she could only lay on the warm base
and try to compose herself while twitching.
Edward
noticed the lights stop flashing as the announcers were stating that
the game was about to begin. He looked between the television and the
kitchen, torn, but couldn’t help himself from quickly grabbing his
toy out of the sterilizer and rushing back to the couch as the
cameras were showing the teams setting up for kickoff. The box full
of accessories she came with was brought back as well.
A
quick press of the tiny’s remote control shrunk her to three
inches. He barely paid attention to her waving up at him but this
just made him smile; for the amount of money he was paying for these
toys they had better be enthusiastic.
The
sudden shrinking made Elsa’s stomach leap again and her heart fell
when it was clear her father wasn’t actually paying attention to
her attempts at being rescued.
Edward
picked up his briefs that he’d ditched several hours ago and put
them back on, then finally gave his toy an actual look.
“You
don’t need to be frantic or anything,” he told her as he pulled
the front of his waistband forward, “Just don’t let me forget
you’re in there.”
She
squeaked out something but Edward was already paying more attention
to the television just as the teams began rushing at each other.
Elsa
tried to yell up to her father but the roar of the crowd once again
drowned her out easily. His massive hand blocked her view below but
she could guess exactly what was about to happen.
Suddenly
she fell and screamed in shock. But only for a moment.
Her
father’s belly button flashed by, then a graying patch of curly
hair. She shut her eyes as she her back his smooth fabric and she
rolled downward until uncomfortably warm flesh stopped her descent.
Reflexively she opened her eyes and tried to push it away from her,
but when Edward let his waistband snap shut the supportive material
pressed her directly upward.
“Daaaad!”
Elsa screamed as she tried to keep from being smothered by her
father’s testicles.
Edward
felt the little toy get to work right away, and the pleasant
massaging only increased when he sat down and reclined on the couch.
On television his team was up by ten points but it was still
anybody’s game.
He
settled in and took a long drink of his beer.
“Come
on team!” he yelled as his toy continued massaging his balls. She
was giving him a great effort and clearly wanted to earn her high fee
for the long days ahead of her.
Gonna be a great
weekend, he thought as he felt
his rod start to stiffen far faster than expected. Maybe I
won’t even need that Viagra.